[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-really-am-a-villain":3,"chapter-i-really-am-a-villain-i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-1124":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Really Am A Villain",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1433799,1885,"Chapter 1124 - Chaos Cloud Ravine, Elder Lord Temple","i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-1124",1124,"\u003Cp>The Nine Heavens had always regarded the Ancient Demon Race with deep wariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in ordinary conversation, people avoided mentioning them, a silent taboo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most within the Nine Heavens despised and loathed the demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in this realm called the Godfiend Abyss Heaven, the situation was reversed, here, the Ancient Demon Race reigned supreme, unchallenged and unquestioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had ruled this world for countless ages, ever since the ancient eras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their dominion was absolute, their influence deeply rooted and enduring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, somewhere within the void of the Godfiend Abyss Heaven, the air was thick with demonic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless black mist cloaked everything, as though it had lain undisturbed for eons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, an ancient existence stirred and murmured faintly, “So… he has come after all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The void remained silent for a long while before another voice replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first voice continued, “I knew it. One day, he would return. For he is the greatest Demon Sovereign this world has ever seen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another voice followed, heavy and uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Xu Zimo stepped into the Chaos Cloud Ravine.The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel[f]ire.net\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mountain path was rugged and overgrown with wild grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not walked far when he heard someone singing in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five cranes come from the northwest, soaring high toward the Supreme Pure. On clouds of green the immortals dwell, and speak of Master Anqi’s name. I wish to ask them, swift as the falling stars. To taste the golden herb, and live as long as heaven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The song was odd, sung loudly, echoing through the entire gorge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zimo looked up and saw a woodcutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carried a bundle of firewood on his back, wore a grey short-sleeved tunic, and had a straw hat on his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking a short distance, the man paused to wipe the sweat from his brow before continuing, humming his strange immortal poem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zimo frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his perception, this man was completely ordinary, not a trace of spiritforce within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could a mere mortal appear in a place like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woodcutter stopped and looked around, spotting Xu Zimo approaching from the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woodcutter nodded slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zimo gave him another brief glance, then stepped forward and rushed up the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved swiftly, in just a few breaths, his figure vanished from the woodcutter’s sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Stairs to the Clouds lived up to their name, impossibly tall, stretching into the mist above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zimo ascended for nearly half an hour before reaching the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the summit, the scene was serene and dignified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tall pine trees grew densely all around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in this late autumn season, their needles remained a deep, unwavering green, standing proudly against the cliffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the pines stood an ancient Daoist temple, modest in size yet exuding solemnity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its architecture was gray and austere, surrounded by circular stone walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large iron gate marked the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within came the sound of a bell, low, resonant, and steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two young men in Daoist robes stood guard on either side of the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising his gaze, Xu Zimo saw three large characters inscribed above the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On either side hung a vertical couplet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zimo climbed the steps toward the entrance, but the two Daoists stepped forward to block him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then, from within the temple came a deep and majestic voice, “Since he is a fated one, let him enter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Daoists exchanged surprised glances, then pressed their palms together and slowly opened the heavy gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the temple looked vast, much of it was open courtyards and walkways. The actual halls were few.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath his feet stretched smooth white-stone steps, and not far ahead ran a clear river, its surface like glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water flowed gently, with fish occasionally leaping through the current.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white jade bridge spanned the stream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Xu Zimo crossed it, the bell tolled again, faster this time, each note trembling through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the bridge stood the main hall, where faint figures could be seen inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flanked by rows of pine trees, the path led directly to the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Xu Zimo drew closer, he heard voices reciting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone was teaching at the front, while the disciples below recited in unison, solemn, reverent, and harmonious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Xu Zimo stepped off the jade bridge, the chanting abruptly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every disciple turned to look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under their gazes, he walked calmly into the main hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the scene was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disciples stood in orderly rows on both sides. At the head sat an elderly Daoist, wearing a wide-sleeved robe and holding a dust whisk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man radiated immortal grace, his posture upright, his long beard white as frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He furrowed his brow, he had no memory of such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently waved his dust whisk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm yet profound Daoist aura spread through the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>",814,"2026-06-06T01:07:10.116Z",1,"novelbin.me","96f0cb27fdc5bf70ef10c28a528d6ffb24f5a5c6d7904ba11bf41961ac78764e","i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-1125","i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-1123",1822,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-really-am-a-villain-cover.jpg"]