I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 969: God’s will cut off “Heaven Slaying”? Ming Xiu and Chu Lian

From Wan Yanxiu’s perspective, as long as Gu Changge showed interest, navigating the next steps would become much easier. With wine, flattery, and material wealth, they could cater to his preferences, finding a way to alleviate their current troubles and anxieties.

He fretted over Gu Changge because his inclinations were entirely mood-dependent—a sentiment shared by the Bone Ancestor. Like Wan Yanxiu, the Bone Ancestor’s preferences hinged on his current disposition.

In the presence of beings more powerful than himself, Wan Yanxiu obediently submitted, akin to a dutiful grandson. Conversely, when confronted with weaker entities, he assumed the role of master, holding sway over life and death.

In times of chaos, such dynamics were the norm in the jungle, and Wan Yanxiu could only yield to Gu Changge’s threats.

“Star Wine? It’s a fitting name, but I’m not one to indulge in alcohol. I drink only occasionally,” remarked Gu Changge, casually shaking the wine glass with mild interest.

Wan Yanxiu proved more forthright than anticipated, while the Bone Ancestor displayed a strong will to survive. Individuals reaching this echelon had weathered countless trials and combats, valuing their lives above all else. Dignity and pride could be discarded at a moment’s notice.

Though the Bone Ancestor was undoubtedly a lunatic, he had long shed his former self and attachments. Yet, compared to others, he held his life in higher regard, retaining a shred of reason amidst the madness. Even if tasked with sacrificing all dignity and acting as a servant, he would comply.

Any other “lunatic” might have resorted to a fight to the death against Gu Changge. This was a crucial reason why Gu Changge viewed the Bone Ancestor as a valuable asset.

As long as he could intimidate him and wield control over his life, Wan Yanxiu would not dare entertain second thoughts.

“Yes, my lord,” Wan Yanxiu replied respectfully, refraining from further comments. He then dispatched his people to retrieve the ancient jade slips that the Spiritual Realm had accumulated over countless epochs.

These slips contained coordinates to various ancient real worlds scattered throughout the boundless sea. The sea was so vast that even ancient cultivators could spend their entire lives without reaching its borders. Consequently, the slips contained only a few incomplete records.

Gu Changge casually flipped through the jade slips. Though inscribed in the language of the Spiritual Realm, it didn’t hinder his comprehension. According to the records, the Xudan Realm resided within boundless territory, shifting and floating like mist in an unknown expanse, constantly in motion with the wind.

The vast mist shrouded all the real worlds within the boundless sea, preventing anyone from venturing beyond its borders to see what lay beyond.

Differing from his perception of the boundless sea, inhabitants of the boundless referred to it as the boundless world. “Boundless” denoted an expanse both vast and infinite, encompassing everything without end. The true scope of its vastness remained incomprehensible, and its boundaries impossible to determine.

No one could elucidate the origins of the Boundless Realm. However, within its expanse, countless lives and civilizations flourished, and myriad ancient worlds were born and perished. Even a mere ripple in the vastness could bear the weight of creating a world, teeming with life and spirits.

This phenomenon showcased the magnificence of life and stood as an extraordinary miracle. Despite millennia of attempts by civilizations to explore the origins of these lives, all efforts ultimately ended in abandonment. The mysteries and unknowns of the vast expanse remained beyond human reach.

The birth of each real world represented a grand miracle born from the chaotic collisions of countless moments. The reason for the emergence and disappearance of life remained an inscrutable enigma.

Within this vast world, rules and regulations governed, and the heavens dictated. Every thousand or hundred years brought calamity, subjecting each real world to trials and catastrophes.

Real worlds conceived within the boundless, after enduring trials, could ascend and evolve. A tiny world might transform into a small world, followed by progression to medium-sized, large-scale, ancient, and finally, real worlds.

These hierarchical divisions were universally acknowledged within the boundless world.

Beneath one ancient world lay countless other large, medium, and small worlds, while multiple ancient worlds were linked to a single real world. This hierarchical structure resembled a densely piled pyramid within the boundless expanse.

Standing atop this pyramid like a god was the ancient world, the most potent of all real worlds, governing vast swaths of the boundless realm. Several ancient and newborn real worlds fell under its jurisdiction, while the remainder were even more extensive in number, beyond enumeration.

For instance, the primary domain of the Spiritual Realm was the Xudan Realm, one of the most formidable realms with an unfathomably profound and terrifying foundation. Despite enduring numerous calamities, it showed no signs of decline or exhaustion, even after significant upheaval.

During its zenith, the Spiritual Realm paid tribute to the Xudan Realm after each era. Additionally, other ancient realms within the Xudan Realm’s jurisdiction boasted foundations stronger than the Lingxu Realm, yet not inferior.

“Interesting,” Gu Changge remarked, gently setting down the jade slips. A look of intrigue flashed across his face. While he was acquainted with the hierarchical structure of worlds within the boundless sea, he was surprised to find that many real worlds viewed calamities as tests and tribulations imposed by the Heavenly Dao, akin to the heavenly decline faced by cultivators.

In this context, real worlds were compelled to endure calamities as a form of divine decree, rather than seeking to resolve or counterbalance them. Initially, he believed this mindset was unique to Gu Wuwang, the ancestor of the Gu family, but to his astonishment, even records from the Spiritual Realm echoed this sentiment.

The revelation proved exceedingly intriguing.

Either someone intentionally obfuscated the truth or the concept of “Heaven Slaying” had become taboo, rendering it unspeakable. Memories pertaining to this matter were forcibly severed from the recollections of all sentient beings. Did divine will intervene to suppress discussion of “Heaven Slaying”?

However, during his time in the Dao Chang Realm, Gu Wuwang, ancestor of the Gu family, exhibited deep fear toward those two words, though he wasn’t entirely ignorant of the subject.

“It appears that someone is indeed orchestrating a significant maneuver, aiming to erase the memories of ‘Heaven Slayers’ from the minds of all beings. Gu Wuwang was largely unaffected at the time. Could it be because I was at his side?” Gu Changge pondered, a peculiar gleam in his eyes. Few dared to tamper with the minds of countless sentient beings in such a manner. If it were an entity from the original world, Gu Changge would have surely perceived it. Moreover, the timing seemed off, as the time of upheaval had yet to arrive.

“My lord…” Wan Yanxiu interjected, sensing Gu Changge’s cryptic musings, feeling a sense of unease. Could there be discrepancies in the records within the ancient texts? The Bone Ancestor also observed, equally puzzled.

“It’s nothing,” Gu Changge dismissed with a wave of his hand, declining to elaborate further.

As for the coordinates of the Xudan Realm recorded in the jade slips, Gu Changge indeed intended to utilize this realm first. To wield strength in the real world implied the presence of at least one entity in the Ancestral Dao Realm overseeing affairs. While the Xudan Realm’s location represented merely a fraction of the boundless world, within the Xudan real world, coordinates to other transcendent real worlds should also exist.

In the main hall, numerous exquisite individuals from the Spiritual Realm gracefully danced. Following their initial bout of anxiety and panic, they gradually eased into a state of serenity, their movements becoming fluid and elegant.

Once again, Wan Yanxiu dispatched his aides to procure jade slips for Gu Changge’s perusal. Uncertain of Gu Changge’s duration of slumber or his comprehension of the present Boundless Realm, Wan Yanxiu could only strive to redirect his focus toward other real worlds. Concurrently, Wan Yanxiu attempted to glean insights into Gu Changge’s origins, though he treaded cautiously, knowing Gu Changge wouldn’t readily divulge such information.

Despite Wan Yanxiu’s initial intentions to lead the Spiritual Realm to the newborn real world, where they would conduct a grand ritual to fulfill a longstanding plan, Gu Changge’s unexpected appearance thwarted his scheme. Now, Wan Yanxiu found himself compelled to comply with Gu Changge’s directives. However, he harbored alternative thoughts. If Gu Changge intended to assail the remaining real worlds, adhering to his commands might present an opportunity for the Spiritual Realm to seize a more potent domain and perpetuate its existence.

“If this enigmatic lord truly plans to assail the remaining real worlds, could this be an opportunity for my Spiritual Realm?” Wan Yanxiu mused, entertaining a bold notion. However, he remained uncertain whether Gu Changge sought to replenish his lost energy and blood from his slumber or harbored another motive.

Various thoughts raced through Wan Yanxiu’s mind as he contemplated a daring plan. Yet, he remained unsure whether Gu Changge’s intentions involved using the remaining real worlds to replenish his depleted energy and blood or if he harbored a different agenda.

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“What? Even the Great Patriarch has awakened?”

“What is the identity of that mysterious individual who suddenly emerged? What have you discovered?”

Within the secluded confines of the ancient battleship of the Spiritual Realm, a figure adorned in a golden robe and regal crown presides over a magnificent palace. The figure’s visage remains blurred, making it impossible to discern gender, and their voice resonates as if shrouded in dense fog.

The swirling mists, akin to shimmering silver light, cast an ethereal glow, resembling eternal divine fire. Kneeling below, numerous figures from the Spiritual Realm await commands, their expressions a mixture of reverence and apprehension.

“Your Majesty, we are uncertain of the events within the ancestral hall. However, we have gathered information from those responsible for beverage service,” one reports, detailing the occurrences within the hall. “Apart from the awakening of the Great Patriarch, all other ancestors also manifested, displaying profound respect and evident trepidation towards the enigmatic figure.”

The assembled figures recount the events faithfully, withholding no detail under the scrutiny of their emperor, Ling Huang, the paramount ruler of the Spiritual royal family, whose dominion extends throughout this realm.

Upon hearing the report, a hint of uncertainty flickers across Ling Huang’s countenance, reflecting upon the implications. “Our meticulously laid plans are now stalled due to this mysterious individual’s intervention,” Ling Huang muses aloud. “Have our years of preparations been in vain? Are these ancestors truly fearful of this person’s formidable power?”

As the sovereign of the Spiritual Realm, Ling Huang is intimately acquainted with the realm’s long-term schemes, crucial to the future and destiny of all its inhabitants.

For this reason, not only the Spiritual royal family but also other ethnic groups sacrificed too much.

Now, they were only one step away from the success of the big plan, Ling Huang was suddenly told that this matter had to be put on hold for now.

“If that’s the case, then what is the infamy that I have been bearing for so long?”

“Come here, come out of the palace, and disperse your breath.”

Ling Huang knew that there was no room for discussion on this matter, and it was impossible to change it.

Although he was the emperor of the Spiritual Royal family, many things had to be decided by the ancestors in the ancestral hall.

The moment his voice fell, Ling Huang’s figure disappeared from the palace.

When she reappeared, the silver radiant fog around her had disappeared, and she turned into an elegant long dress, making her taller, dignified, and beautiful, with a charming face, like a lady in a deep boudoir.

Several confidants followed her, dressed as maids and servants, and quickly disappeared from the Spiritual Royal Capital.

“The world has suffered from Spiritual race for a long time. Over the years, the royal family of the Spiritual realm confiscated others everywhere. In the name of overhauling the palace, they actually searched for the resources of various clans. Except for the Ghost clan and the Heavenly clan, the rest of the clans are suffering unspeakably.” fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

“Through this road, there are complaints against the Spiritual royal family everywhere. The evil things they have done are simply too numerous to describe. Even if you say a bad word, you must be careful to be beheaded.”

“There are complaints from all races, and they have long wanted to resist. If the Spiritual royal family insists on continuing like this, even if I don’t even need to take revenge, they will fall apart sooner or later…”

At a slightly desolate mountain, a man and a woman were riding a horse and were on their way.

The man looked like he was in his twenties, and his face was giving off a sense of fortitude.

The girl next to him had a beautiful face, with regular facial features, and her eyes were blinking, looking beautiful and bright.

At this moment, hearing the man’s almost self-talking words, the girl showed a bit of helplessness on her face, and couldn’t help but say, “Senior Brother Chu, aren’t you afraid of being heard when you say these words? Before we left, Master warned us, don’t talk nonsense, and be careful of killing people.”

“In this desolate country, you can’t even see a single person, Ming Xiu, what are you worried about?”

This resolute man named Senior Brother Chu was Chu Lian, the disciple of Tian Yezi, the strongest member of the Ghost Clan.

The girl on the side, named Ming Xiu, was his junior sister.

He shook his head and scanned the desolate area in front of him, not afraid of being heard.

Ming Xiu was helpless, if these words were heard by the members of the Spiritual Royal family, she and her senior brother would probably be dragged and beheaded.

With the strength of the two of them, they couldn’t even escape.

She also didn’t know why Senior Brother Chu seemed to figure it out after being scolded by his master and was not obsessed with revenge.

On the contrary, he proposed to go outside for a walk, to relax or something.

Ming Xiu was a little worried that his senior brother would do something stupid, so she followed him.

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