I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 587 - 586: Demon Thirteen

"Bai ng, have you heard of the Demon Induction Technique?" On the way to the Black Demon Temple, Xu Zii turned to Bai ng and asked.

"My lord, perhaps you are not very familiar with the situation of our Demon Race at the mont. In fact, even within our Demon Race, it is not peaceful," Bai ng said.

Your rule over this faction of the Demon Race is the most powerful and mainstream, but there are still a few minority factions of demons who have gathered together.

For the sake of their own power, they practice forbidden techniques, the Demon Induction Technique."

"Is the Demon Induction Technique a taboo?" Xu Zii asked.

"Yes, this Cultivation Technique is not about comprehending and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; rather, it involves having others cultivate, and then absorbing all the fruits of their cultivation," Bai ng explained.

Bai ng continued, "The Cultivation Technique is divided into two parts: the letter and the word. I’m afraid that what the Black Demon Temple has accessed is the word part."

"Are there other demons in this world?" Xu Zii squinted his eyes and asked.

"There should be. Although our main force is in the Ancient Demon Cave, it’s inevitable that so have slipped through the net," Bai ng said.

"Since this demon is related to the Demon Induction Technique, it’s very likely to be an enemy rather than a friend. My lord, you had best be prepared."

"I understand," Xu Zii nodded and asked.

"Have you heard about the world that the so-called ancestor of the Black Demon Temple went to?"

"Not very clear, since after the destruction of the Cosmos Ze Era, I don’t know much about this new Epoch," Bai ng shook his head and said.

"But the Epoch is vast, and it wouldn’t be strange for there to be other worlds."

The two moved quickly, reaching the Black Demon Temple again in almost no ti at all.

At that mont, the Black Demon Temple was the epito of desolation.

Passing through nurous halls and corridors, Xu Zii arrived at the desolate back mountain.

The back mountain was not very broad; it was overgrown with weeds, and all manner of vines were entangling, indicating that no one had been there for a long ti.

Xu Zii walked through the underbrush while Bai ng stood beside him with eyes slightly closed, sensing the surroundings.

After a while, Bai ng looked up and said, "There indeed was a presence of Demonic Qi here, though it’s very well hidden."

"Can you find its location?" Xu Zii asked.

"It’s inside," Bai ng said, taking the lead toward the depths of the back mountain.

The farther they went, the more Xu Zii noticed the surrounding vegetation beginning to wither, and the amount of withering increased.

Considering that it was spring, this was certainly abnormal.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, they finally arrived at the entrance of a cave.

The cave was dim and unclear, shaped like an inverted bowl on the outside, with rough, jagged stones around it.

Faint dripping sounds ca from inside.

"We’re here," Bai ng announced.

"He’s hidden himself deeply; I can’t detect anything else."

"Let’s go in and take a look," Xu Zii said.

They walked into the cave and despite the pitch darkness inside, their cultivation ant that the darkness could no longer obstruct their vision.

The cave appeared to be man-made, but due to it being so ancient, it was hardly distinguishable from a natural one.

Water droplets continuously fell from the crevices in the rocks inside.

The cave wasn’t deep, and after walking a few minutes, the narrow passage ahead began to widen.

At the end was a large hall.

At intervals along the walls of the hall, Ghost Head Statues were placed, with eerie blue flas flickering in the eyes of the statues.

The flas dispelled much of the darkness in the hall.

Only then did Xu Zii begin to observe the hall’s interior; due to many years of being sealed off, the place was covered in spider webs.

In the center of the hall was a pit the size of a pond.

Black water roiled within the pit, as if boiling over a fierce fire, with many bubbles surfacing.

Around the black pond at the center lay a large pentagram Formation.

The pentagram had five distinct points of different colors.

Red, yellow, green, blue, gold.

In the center of the pentagram, the vacancy was entirely occupied by black.

Beyond these, the hall had little else out of the ordinary,

Xu Zii slowly stepped into the black pool, where he felt an intense presence of Demonic Qi.

Not just Demonic Qi, but also a mix of many other forces.

"That demon is healing," Bai ng observed for a while before he finally spoke.

"Then he probably won’t leave this place," Zimo said with a light chuckle, then stood up.

His gaze circled the hall, and he closed his eyes to start sensing his surroundings.

Indeed, it wasn’t long before Zimo detected fluctuations in the void.

Although faint, it was almost certain to be a space node.

A space node could also be understood as spatial coordinates.

To travel from one space to another, such coordinates were needed.

"Let’s go in and have a look," Zimo said to Bai ng.

The two used their hands to tear open the space before them, and their figures directly traversed into it.

Xu Zii could feel a sense of compression coming from the void; he followed the spatial coordinates, heading straight for the other end of the space.

The distance between the two spaces wasn’t very far. After roughly fifteen minutes, Xu Zii found a point of light straight ahead.

The figures of the two n directly entered the light.

Imdiately afterward, the view before their eyes changed, and they found themselves in another world.

It was a small world, surrounded by nothingness, with only a mountain in front.

There were no plants on the mountain, which stood starkly and lonely in the expanse of the world.

Looking up from the base of the mountain, it did not seem very majestic, but at the summit rolled waves of Demonic Qi, spreading throughout this world.

The vast Demonic Qi, with the mountaintop as its center, continued to seep outward.

"Let’s go see who this sacred figure is," Zimo smiled and said.

The two dashed towards the mountain’s peak, which took barely a few breaths of ti.

Atop the mountain, the Mad Wind howled past, and a figure stood within the majestic Demonic Qi, seemingly practicing.

As soon as Zimo and his companion arrived, the figure slowly turned its head.

The Demonic Qi around him grew even stronger.

It was an old man, thin as kindling, his skeletal fra starkly apparent.

His face was nearly fleshless, skin stretched tight over bone.

His eyes were sunken deep, eerily and sowhat terrifyingly watching the two n.

He wore a long black robe, clutching a Demon Wand in his hand.

The tip of the Demon Wand was blue, shimring like a crystalline stone.

"Hello there," Zimo said with a smile.

"Who are you?" the old man asked in a hoarse voice.

"From the eighteen tribes of the Demon Race, which tribe are you from?" Bai ng asked indifferently.

"The eighteen tribes, such ancient mories. Since the Demon Race was sealed, I have forgotten the tribes," the old man shook his head and said.

"My na is now Demon Thirteen.

You’ve co at the right ti, the aura you carry is very enticing to ."

Bai ng snorted coldly and raised his right hand, pressing down towards the old man.