I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1101 - 1100 Endless Palace, Spring Comes If I Do Not Speak

"Before the Supreme, there was Heaven; even Gods and Demons were before Immortals and Buddhas.

In the Six Paths of Reincarnation, is there really no end? All creations still cling to a ray of hope in the heavens.

During the Primordial Era's chaotic times, Myriad Demons descended,

The Divine King in fury plucked Buzhou Mountain from the earth.

Mourning the vast skies, crying for all beings,

The Primordial Era lasts not just a myriad of years."

These children were not very old, around seven or eight years of age, each holding a hawthorn candy in their hands, shouting up and down the streets.

Xu Zimei slightly frowned and called out to a few of the kids.

"My little friends, I'd like to ask you something."

The children looked at Xu Zimei warily, their senses of caution fairly good.

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"What is it?" The oldest among the children spoke up, asking.

"The song rhyme you just sang, what does it mean?" Xu Zimei inquired.

"You don't know this?" the child replied.

"This is the Song of Heavenly Illumination. By singing this song, one can understand the past and present, discern rise and fall, sustain Yin and Yang, and grasp the principles of the Great Dao's operation."

As the child spoke these words, he swayed his head from side to side, putting on quite a bit of an enigmatic teacher's air.

However, it looked somewhat awkward, rather like imitating others without understanding.

"Erwa, what are you doing?" A woman came rushing over from the side, holding a stick in her hand.

She shouted, "How many times have I said, don't go playing with that madman, why did you run off again?"

"The teacher is not a madman, he even bought us candied haw," the child retorted.

"You dare talk back," the woman shouted loudly, and the stick in her hand came swinging down.

Xu Zimei reached out a hand and caught the stick that was about to land.

"Who are you?" The woman, hand on her hip, looked fiercely at Xu Zimei and asked.

"It's not right to blindly hit children," Xu Zimei said.

"Let me finish asking them first."

"You want to know about this song rhyme?" the woman snorted coldly.

"Go ask that madman, and stay away from my Erwa."

"Where is he?" Xu Zimei asked.

"The teacher is in Endless Palace, I'll take you there," the child previously in line for a beating looked at Xu Zimei and quickly offered.

"What Endless Palace? It's merely a dilapidated Daoist abode," the woman said indifferently.

"This teacher you speak of, why did he teach you all these rhymes?" Xu Zimei ignored the woman and instead looked toward the child to ask.

"The teacher has a very thick book," the child gestured slightly, then continued to explain.

"We sneaked a peek. We only saw one page, and it was written with these lines.

Later, the teacher wouldn't let us see it anymore; he said this book should not be seen by anyone,

Otherwise, it would bring great chaos to the world."

"How do I get to Endless Palace?" Xu Zimei asked.

"Go straight along this street, in the central place of Heavenly Illumination, you will find a Daoist abode; that's it," the child pulled on Xu Zimei's arm, pleading.

"I'll take you there, the teacher will teach you on account of my face."

The child clearly knew that if he stayed, he would unavoidably face a round of solo punishment from the woman.

"No need, you still have a beating to attend to, I can go on my own," Xu Zimei waved his hand.

Watching Xu Zimei's departing figure, although the child did not speak, from the expression on his face, one could faintly make out a few words.

"Fuck, so heartless."

......…

As he traveled down the main street, the area of Heavy Illumination seemed like a circle.

Endless Palace was right in the center of this circle.

What surprised Xu Zimei was the desolation of this central area, far beyond what he had expected.

Normally, the central point of any place is the core, the most bustling area.

But here, there were not many buildings, many of which even looked rather old.

Only a few figures could be seen walking across the streets in twos and threes.

One could easily spot the dilapidated Daoist abode located right at the center.

Xu Zimei walked towards it and stopped at the doorway.

The dojo was in ruins, most of the surrounding walls had collapsed, and the other rooms had fallen into rubble as well.

No one knew how long it had been abandoned.

Only a dilapidated hall still stood defiantly in its desolation.

But it looked as though it could collapse at any time.

Xu Zimei felt it strange that this place was left preserved in such a state instead of being rebuilt.

Why not rebuild?

Looking up, the three big characters for Endless Palace were reflected on the golden plaque.

Even though countless years might have passed, one could still feel a shocking sense of awe when looking at them now.

It was as if these three characters, like towering pines, would exist forever, undecayed and unspoiled.

Entering the Endless Palace, scenes of destruction could be seen everywhere.

Xu Zimei walked to the front of the main hall.

This was also the only building that still remained intact.

There was an old man in a long robe, with unkempt hair, half-kneeling on the ground.

In front of him was a brazier, which appeared to have just been used to burn something.

He was muttering to himself, but it was unclear what he was saying.

Hearing the footsteps, the old man slowly turned his head.

At the sight of Xu Zimei, his figure stiffened in place.

"I heard some children singing a rhyme outside and wanted to come in and have a look," Xu Zimei said.

However, the old man did not respond, just staring fixedly at Xu Zimei.

The next moment, his eyes filled with hot tears.

"You...," Xu Zimei, seeing the old man's odd behavior, was slightly puzzled.

"You have returned," the old man spoke, his voice hoarsely.

"Do we know each other?" Xu Zimei asked.

"I have read a book, in which there's a story about you," the old man suddenly laughed.

"What book?"

"The very rhyme you just mentioned," the old man pointed to the brazier in front of him and said.

"I burned it."

Xu Zimei looked up at the old man and asked, "Who are you?"

"I have forgotten, I can no longer remember many things," the old man stood up, his robe billowing, and he paced back and forth in the main hall.

"Don't you feel that this place is very familiar?"

Xu Zimei looked around the main hall, which was quite humble. Ahead was a raised platform.

On the platform, there was a statue.

The statue seemed to be cut in half by something.

Only one half remained, resembling a Rakshasa woman.

Her hair seemed to be exploding upwards, and the entire figure was black, with the right hand holding a long spear.

Below the platform were several tattered meditation cushions.

Xu Zimei stepped forward and found that there were a few plaques under the statue.

He looked closely.

"Ancient Old Calendar Years, the position of Blazing Flame Demon General."

"Middle Ages of No End, the position of Netherworld Sword Demon."

Apart from these two plaques being intact, the rest were broken and illegible.

"Demon Race," Xu Zimei murmured to himself.

"I don't quite understand," he said to the old man.

"Do you know why this Endless Palace has been abandoned for countless years, yet no one dares to touch this place?" the old man asked with a smile.

"I do not know," Xu Zimei shook his head.

"Because in a very ancient time, this place once commanded the entire Mortal Domain, issuing orders and decrees.

Even though it has been abandoned for countless years, not a single person dares to destroy this Endless Palace," the old man said with a laugh.

"When spring arrives, if I do not speak, which cicada dares to make a sound?"