I Really Am A Villain
Ch. 180 - Primordial Ancient City

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A fine layer of dust covered the box. As the purple box was slowly opened, a soft "click" sounded, like something ancient was finally seeing the light of day.

At that moment, a stream of purple light shot out from inside the box and merged into Xu Zimo's head.

The light was a memory left behind by Grand Emperor Bing Xue, a memory explaining the origin and use of the item inside the box.

Xu Zimo, having known about it in his previous life, wasn’t particularly curious.

Once the box was fully opened, a single purple petal lay quietly inside.

Xu Zimo picked it up gently. Though the petal was crimson red like blood, it emitted wisps of gray mist that floated around it.

After confirming it was the item he was looking for, he stored it in his spatial ring.

...

Daylight arrived as expected. So did darkness.

At night, the Chi Imperial Clan was especially lively, because the next day, Chi Qianxue was set to receive the Ancestor’s inheritance and officially become the clan's Saintess.

Preparations were underway throughout the Chi Imperial Clan.

Whether they were family members within Sky Pond City or living elsewhere, everyone was expected to return for the upcoming Sealing Ceremony and Grand Tournament.

Under cover of night, Xu Zimo and Little Gui left the Chi Imperial Clan quietly, riding atop the Darksky Tiger.

Before they departed, they told no one. Even the guards at the gate didn’t dare stop them.

“Senior Brother, why not wait until after Chi Qianxue’s ceremony to leave?” Little Gui asked curiously.

“In the end, we’re just passersby,” Xu Zimo replied with a shake of his head.

“Where are we going now?” Little Gui asked.

“To kill,” Xu Zimo said calmly.

As the Darksky Tiger’s roar echoed into the distance, their figures faded into the darkness.

Back at the Chi Imperial Clan, Chi Qianxue stood on Sky Pond City’s tower.

Dressed in blue, her hair swayed messily in the wind. She watched the two figures disappear and, for some reason, felt a mix of tension easing and unexpected disappointment rising.

“This wasn’t your fault,” the Third Elder stepped from the shadows behind her and said quietly. “Some people are born kings, destined not to be bound by love.”

“But why does he feel more like a devil to me?” Chi Qianxue murmured.

The Third Elder sighed, “Don’t think too much. Prepare yourself, tomorrow is your inheritance ceremony.”

...

Primordial Ancient City lay to the west of the Chi Imperial Clan. This city was one of the largest on the Eastern Continent.

Legend said that in the Desolate Era, a great terror descended, and an earth-shaking battle took place within the city, one that nearly reduced it to ruins.

After the Imperial Era began, time and memory buried the darkness of that past, and light once again returned to the world.

People decided to rebuild the ancient city and restore its former glory.

Today, after massive reconstruction, Primordial Ancient City had become a representative city of the Eastern Continent's core region.

Although many new buildings had been erected, remnants of the old era, crumbling walls and ancient ruins, still peeked through in places.

Xu Zimo and Little Gui finally arrived. The massive city stood like a sleeping primordial beast, exuding an aura that had slumbered for millions of years, now seemingly stirring again.

“Senior Brother, are you sure this method will work?” Little Gui asked curiously.

“Whether it will or not, we still have to try,” Xu Zimo replied. “I originally planned to use Jiang Mochou as bait, but that failed. Now, it’s your turn.”

The two entered the city, which was bustling with life.

Primordial Ancient City wasn’t inhabited by just humans. Clans such as the Bull Demon Race, Force Race, and Undying Race all had a presence here.

In fact, among the five continents of the Primordial Heartlands, the Eastern Continent had the highest concentration of humans, excluding the Middle Continent.

In the other three continents, the population of non-human races either equaled or surpassed that of humans. On the Western Continent, for example, humans were actually outnumbered.

...

The Bull Demon Race, large and dark-skinned, were born with two curved horns atop their heads. With every breath, white steam puffed from their nostrils.

Little Gui was fascinated, having never left the Western Region, everything here was fresh and new to him.

“Come quick! A newcomer just won 100 matches in the arena. He’s about to challenge Unbreaking Sword!” someone shouted as they ran toward the eastern part of the city.

“No way! After all these years, someone’s finally challenging Unbreaking Sword?”

“Haha, I remember his breakout battle was when he defeated the Holy Son of the Mo Imperial Clan.”

Hearing this, nearby shoppers and street vendors dropped what they were doing, hastily packing up their stalls to rush eastward.

...

Little Gui stopped one of the vendors rushing east and asked, “Can I ask… who exactly is this Unbreaking Sword?”

“Let me go, or there won’t be any good seats left,” the man complained, shaking Little Gui’s hand off.

A metal staff whistled through the air, its fierce momentum slicing the wind as it stopped just above the man’s head.

Seeing Little Gui’s powerful stance and imposing presence, the man quickly put on a fawning smile and explained:

“Unbreaking Sword is the number one genius of Primordial Ancient City. He set up a ring in the city’s arena, claiming anyone who could win 100 matches would earn the right to challenge him.

And if someone defeats him, they’ll receive the Eternal Sword God’s inheritance that he once obtained as a youth.”

“Interesting,” Little Gui said with a grin, turning to Xu Zimo for a decision.

“Let’s check it out,” Xu Zimo nodded.

He hadn’t heard of Unbreaking Sword in his previous life, likely another genius who died before rising to real prominence.

...

At the center of Primordial Ancient City, a massive and awe-inspiring arena towered over its surroundings.

The arena was flanked by two giant ox horns, each hundreds of meters high. Their curved tips shimmered with a dark glow.

The arena floor was made of Black Tortoise Crystal, a material that vanished at the end of the Desolate Era.

A young Bull Demon stood proudly at the front, addressing the other gathered races:

“See this? Legend says that when the Supreme Terror descended, the Ancestor of the Bull Demon Race defended this city alone. Even though we were outnumbered, our ancestor never backed down. At the final moment, he sacrificed his life to seal this place rather than flee. That’s the spirit of the Bull Demon Race!”