I'm Really a Villain-Chapter 1206: Seven Gods Academy, Books

"Young Master Xu is a true great man. Compared to him, we feel ashamed.”

"Anyway, we have achieved victory.

The monster has been defeated, and the continent is left in ruins. From now on, it will rely on all of you to rebuild.”

"Everyone, may I offer a suggestion?” Qin Haoshi spoke from the side.

"City Lord Qin, please feel free to speak,” Gold King Wei nodded and replied.

"Young Master Xu sacrificed himself for the entire continent. He should not remain so nameless.

Let us designate today as Hero Day, to commemorate the new life he has given to the continent.”

Qin Haoshi continued: “And this Divine Blade, a treasure from the Ancient Lineage.

Though it is now damaged, its significance is extraordinary. Why don’t we preserve it?

We could honor it in perpetual worship and hope that one day, the Power of Vows might restore it.”

"City Lord Qin speaks wisely; one must not forget his roots,” Mr. Wen quickly chimed in.

"Why don’t we also replicate the Divine Blade across the continent, making it a symbol of fortune?

Let everyone enshrine it at home, both as a token of commemoration and to seek peace and safety.”

When the group heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

After all, in their hearts, they were all grateful to Xu Zimei; without the monster’s defeat, no one could live peacefully.

On a distant mountain in Flame Stone City, Xu Zimei and Chaos stood atop the mountain peak. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Looking at the joyful crowds celebrating far away, Xu Zimei smiled faintly and said, “Look, this is the sorrowful fate of a hero.

People will remember you, but they will not truly grieve for you.”

"Master does not need their sadness,” Chaos replied immediately.

"Master’s purpose has been fulfilled, and that is enough.”

Lowering his gaze, Xu Zimei stared at Tyrant Shadow in his hand, where an endless stream of Power of Vows was converging without pause.

From now on, the entire Divine Continent would worship the legend of the Divine Blade.

Tyrant Shadow would never lack Power of Vows again.

"One could say the task is mostly completed. However, if they grow accustomed to peace and abandon their belief in the Divine Blade, the Power of Vows will naturally vanish,” Xu Zimei said.

"But I have laid a groundwork.

Within the Western Mountains lies the Ancient Mountain, concealing countless ferocious beasts.

By that time, the emergence of the Myriad Demons Tribe will have a perfectly valid explanation.”

"Master is wise,” Chaos responded.

"Were it not for the Power of Vows, I would truly rather not interfere with the development of this world,” Xu Zimei said, shaking his head.

"Let’s leave it at this; the Divine Continent still has too little time for growth. Otherwise, how could a Stepping-into-Immortality Monster Beast dominate?”

With that, Xu Zimei departed.

During the coordinate teleportation to Seven Gods Academy, Xu Zimei slowly awoke.

"How long has passed?” Xu Zimei asked.

"Young Master Xu has been immersed in thought for over five days. We’re almost there,” Dean Feng said, smiling.

"Time flies,” Xu Zimei nodded.

He then asked, “Dean Feng, may I inquire about something?”

"Young Master Xu, feel free to ask,” Dean Feng nodded in acknowledgment.

"Dean Feng, have you ever heard of the story of the Ancient God?” Xu Zimei asked.

"The Ancient God,” Dean Feng murmured softly.

"I seem to have heard that term somewhere.”

"Where?” Xu Zimei asked eagerly.

"I remember now,” Dean Feng suddenly widened his eyes and nodded earnestly.

"Old Yang from the academy once mentioned it to me.”

"Old Yang?” Xu Zimei frowned slightly.

"He’s an old headmaster from Seven Gods Academy. It’s said he lived a long life—he was rather eccentric,” Dean Feng replied.

"Is he still at the academy?” Xu Zimei questioned.

"He left a long time ago. When I was young, he told me stories that included mentions of the Ancient God.

But I’ve long since forgotten the details of those stories,” Dean Feng said.

"That’s a pity,” Xu Zimei responded after a moment of silence.

"I think he left behind a book of miscellaneous tales. I’ll retrieve it for you later; it might be helpful,” Dean Feng said.

Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

As the group spoke, the spatial coordinates around them began to shift.

The space trembled more and more intensely.

Everyone’s bodies started swaying along with the disturbances.

"Steady yourselves; we’re arriving,” Dean Feng said.

Standing at the forefront, he waved his hands, tearing open the void. A powerful suction pulled everyone inside.

As their vision brightened, they found themselves on a mountaintop.

Gentle breezes surrounded them as all ten-odd individuals steadied their footing on the peak.

Xu Zimei gazed ahead; the Boundless Sea peak resembled the mountains housing Nine Ghosts Academy.

Shrouded in mist and rich with Immortal Qi.

Like a divine grove, dozens of strange peaks rose around them.

Yet, unfortunately, all the plants here were ghostly trees—or rather, only plants that did not rely on sunlight could survive.

"Boundless Sea,” Xu Zimei murmured softly.

Dean Feng pointed to the tallest of the peaks among the thousand layers. “That is the main academy. Young Master Xu, follow me upward.”

The group ascended through the air, as if stepping upon floating immortality mists.

Cloaks fluttered in the wind, and within moments, their figures reached the highest peak of the main academy.

"Changhe, disperse the others,” Dean Feng said with a wave, dismissing the remaining white-robed figures.

Standing before the main academy, Xu Zimei gazed into the distance.

This place stood in stark contrast with Nine Ghosts Academy.

That academy was enveloped in chaotic ghostly mist, emphasizing its eerie unpredictability.

In contrast, Seven Gods Academy embodied Divine Might, its majesty awe-inspiring.

The expansive courtyard ahead contained towering crimson Pillars of Heaven stretching toward the skies.

Their presence commanded undeniable authority.

On the roofs of countless buildings stood statues of Gods, exuding overwhelming power and watching all who laid eyes upon them.

Row upon row of city walls resembled massive screens, adorned with the grand scenes of gods banding together in strength.

Beyond the courtyard lay rows of divinely radiant trees.

They seemed to possess consciousness, waving their branches with intent.

"Let’s head directly to the book academy,” Dean Feng suggested.

"Old Yang’s notes remain in the academy library.”

Xu Zimei nodded.

The two passed through the gates, where the landscape widened and the pathways diverged.

Stepping into the shaded avenue on the left, they approached an ancient courtyard gate.

Near the gateway stood two statues of Saints—their robes scholarly, each holding a scroll in reverence.

Crossing the threshold, paths filled with scholar-robed students stretched ahead.

Upon seeing Dean Feng, they all greeted him courteously.

Ahead, within the Scripture Pavilion, neatly arranged rows of thousands of blue volumes awaited.

Dean Feng ascended to the second floor, inserting his Jade Token into an opening at the staircase. All passages became accessible.

The pair climbed to the ninth and highest level.

There, Dean Feng retrieved a book box from a long-sealed cabinet.

Dust covered its surface.

"Had you not brought this up, I’d have forgotten all about this book,” Dean Feng admitted.

"I’ve read it before, but it’s merely a book of miscellany with no remarkable points.”

Handing the book to Xu Zimei, he added, “You can take your time with it; I’ll leave you to it.”