I Am the Fated Villain

For cultivators, a century passed in the blink of an eye.

Even for the average cultivator, a period of seclusion could span thousands or even tens of thousands of years. And for those with advanced cultivation bases, the fear lingered that the world might be plunged into catastrophe upon waking the next day.

A sense of urgency and anxiety gripped everyone, leaving no room for doubt regarding the authenticity of these ominous words. Immortal Kings’ families were gearing up for the impending disaster, strategically planning to confront it head-on.

Even the mighty Immortal Kings, once as powerful as they were, faced the prospect of becoming sacrifices in the impending calamity. The sacrifice would extend to the entire world and all universes.

A feeling of hopelessness and reluctance settled in after learning of these dire predictions. Except for the Immortal King families, the remaining ancient forces with true immortal power were also preparing. They aimed to traverse the boundless battlefield and escape the immortal domain.

In the foreign land, news arrived that many foreign Immortal Kings who had submitted to the heavenly court of the immortal domain were apprehensive. They thought back to the ancestor of the imperial clan who had left with his clan a long time ago, abandoning the foreign land. They had foreseen the unprecedented and terrifying disasters about to befall the immortal and foreign realms.

All universes were enveloped in an atmosphere of restlessness and fear.

“Why has such a prosperous world fallen into such turmoil? Would the words of a few Immortal Kings speaking in person spell a death sentence for us all?”

Amid the ancient cities in the immortal domain, the younger generations, not yet having reached the realm of immortality, expressed their dissatisfaction in hushed tones while clenching their fists.

They had glimpsed hope in this world, and now it seemed to disappear, replaced by despair. How could they willingly accept this fate?

Luo Xuan of King Luo’s mansion wore a bitter expression, having received confirmation from Luo Wang’s ancestor.

The impending catastrophe was predicted to strike within a maximum of a hundred years. The potent entities traversing the boundless sea were beyond the reach of even the Immortal Kings, their exact number remaining unknown.

“Doesn’t the heavenly court, ruling the world, care about the immortal domain?” some questioned, clenching their teeth and contemplating Gu Changge. He was seated high in the depths of heaven, overseeing all living beings. Why couldn’t he intervene and prevent this impending doom if he held such power?

While some cultivators harbored this idea. Others believed that despite Gu Changge’s rule over the Immortal Domain and the establishment of the Heavenly Court, it didn’t necessarily mean he cared about the fate of all beings within the domain. After all, he had personally destroyed the Immortal Domain before the Forbidden Era. Furthermore, in the face of the looming catastrophe, some thought that even Gu Changge might be powerless.

A sense of bitterness and sorrow filled the hearts of many cultivators as if they could foresee the prosperous age coming to a bleak end, leading everything back to ruins. The atmosphere across all universes in the Immortal Domain was heavy with this impending gloom.

Numerous geniuses, initially aspiring to make a name for themselves, now felt disheartened and lost the will to vie for the top positions. This sentiment extended to the upper realms, where those pursuing the emperor’s path found themselves in an unspeakable state of mind as if a tremendous weight had suddenly pressed upon their shoulders.

In the Floating Realm, the survivors of the Immortal Palace, having regained their peace, also received the distressing news.

Grandfather!

Cen Shuang stood in the palace, tightly holding the hand of the old city lord, her eyes filled with sadness. Despite knowing that the ancient city lord wasn’t her biological grandfather, she had always regarded him as such. Now, he was on the verge of passing away, with only a single breath remaining.

Within the palace, many elders displayed unbearable grief on their faces, sighing softly.

Ahem! The world is in ruins. This catastrophe seems to have truly materialized. It’s just absurd—it didn’t happen because of that person but unfolded beyond the boundless sea.

The old city lord coughed, his breath akin to gossamer, his voice feeble, and his heart filled with bitterness.

For the longest time, there was a belief that the catastrophe foreseen by their ancestors would be caused by Gu Changge. However, to their surprise, Gu Changge did not pose any challenges for them. The actual calamity lay beyond the boundless sea, where the Mountain and Sea World, now devoid of its protective veil, would be exposed to the darkness. This revelation would attract the attention of “hunters” navigating the boundless sea.

The atmosphere in the palace was heavy with bitterness and the inexpressible. The old city lord revealed the truth of the impending catastrophe.

Before the Forbidden Era, the Immortal Domain and Upper Realm concepts did not exist; collectively, they were referred to as the Mountain and Sea Realm. Beyond the world of mountains and seas lay a vast, boundless sea where countless ancient worlds were born and destroyed. The world of mountains and seas was just one among them.

Only the Immortal King held the qualification to traverse this vast expanse. The current “hunters” fixating on the real world of mountains and seas surpassed the immortal king in power and terror.

Once these “hunters” reached the world, they would turn it into their hunting ground, sacrificing everything and drawing the world behind them to consume everything. During this time, everything in the immortal domain would serve as a sacrifice, sparing no one.

Cen Shuang, in addition to her grief, found herself at a loss. At this moment, could she still persist in seeking revenge? The nest was empty.

Similar scenes unfolded in many ancient worlds and small realms within the Immortal Domain, not just limited to the Floating Realm.

In the Endless Sea Clan, Ao Ling explained the situation to several Immortal Kings. These immortal kings, the true heritage of the Sea Clan, had only recently regained their strength. As the daughter of the former True Dragon ancestor and the little princess of the Dragon Clan, Ao Ling’s status was indescribable, and her knowledge surpassed that of these immortal kings.

This time, before the catastrophe arrives, my brothers may return. If they can’t evade it in time, they’ll have to find a way to evacuate.

“Leave the Immortal Domain…” Ao Ling’s voice carried a weight of concern.

She was a character who had lived through the first calamity, originating from the age of innate mythology, boasting an unimaginable seniority. Hence, she clearly understood the nature of the “hunters” crossing the boundless sea.

These entities were unquestionably beyond the real world of mountains and seas’ capacity to contend with. From the outset, there was no room or possibility for resistance.

Are you truly prepared to abandon the clan’s land?

The grief on the faces of these Immortal Kings was palpable, signifying the necessity to forsake their homelands and depart from this place. Additionally, the dangers they might encounter during migration were still being determined, with no guarantees.

Even if the entire clan migrated, it was anticipated that at least 90% of the clansmen would perish along the way, if not more. It was a decision they were deeply unwilling to make.

My father foresaw such omens a long time ago and left behind numerous contingencies. The dragon lineage’s inheritance extends beyond the real world of mountains and seas. By following the route he charted, we can migrate to other ancient worlds and seek refuge among different ethnic groups.

At this critical moment, Ao Ling displayed unprecedented calmness, serving as the backbone of the entire Sea Clan. Despite her youthful appearance, all Immortal King ancestors deferred to her and awaited her decision. This decision represented their last resort. Otherwise, the entire Sea Clan would be entombed alongside the immortal domain.

Throughout the Immortal Domain, an atmosphere of anxiety and fear prevailed, making each day an excruciating ordeal. Many Immortal Kings were assigned to be stationed at the boundless battlefield, vigilantly observing the scene beyond the endless sea.

Recently, a sense of urgency permeated, with each passing day feeling like a relentless cut from a knife as if time itself was being excruciatingly dissected.

A glimpse into the impending disaster had been unveiled, leaving ordinary individuals powerless. All they could do was quietly await the impending catastrophe.

In this tense atmosphere, ethnic groups and immortal forces cast shadows over their hearts, and the world fell silent. Even cultivators with ordinary cultivation seemed to sense the approach of a terrifying existence in the distant sky, signaling its imminent arrival.

Powerhouses of all races, including some born immortal kings, converged on the Heavenly Court, seeking a solution. However, they were informed that Gu Changge was absent from the Heavenly Court.

They were profoundly disappointed. Having learned that Gu Changge had instructed Moon King and others to disseminate news about the impending catastrophe, they initially thought that Gu Changge had decided to help the Immortal Domain avert the looming disaster. However, the inability to locate him now left them bitter and uncertain about his intentions, casting a shadow over their hearts.

In the realm of the Immortal Wang family, Ni Chen, who had suffered significant setbacks at the hands of Gu Changge, and his party in the upper sphere had almost fully recovered. He, too, received the news circulating in the immortal domain, which surpassed his expectations.

Initially thinking that Gu Changge and others would keep this information under wraps, he believed its full disclosure would inevitably cause panic and chaos among all living beings in the Immortal Domain.

Nevertheless, this is advantageous. It’s good for all sentient beings to understand this in advance.

Once I seize the real world of mountains and seas and become a new true spirit, I can protect this world, concealing the vast coordinates of the real world of mountains and seas, preventing the hunters from gaining access.

I am the sole savior here.

Ni Chen asserted, his eyes flickering. He summoned the heroic spirits of those ancestors, engaging in discussions and making preparations. Recognizing his current cultivation base was insufficient to conquer the world of mountains and seas, he resolved to rely on the power of these ancestors. His goal was to assert complete control over the Wang family and gradually erode the world of mountains and seas. Ni Chen was confident that this goal was entirely achievable within a hundred years.

In the upper realm, in the depths of the Divine God, tranquility prevailed in stark contrast to the turmoil in the universe.

Yue Mingkong, engrossed in her cultivation, needed to be fully aware of the events. Guided by Gu Changge’s assurance not to worry, she found solace in believing that everything would be fine as long as Gu Changge was present.

“I have instructed individuals to search for the treasures left by the Immortal Palace. With any luck, we should find them soon,” Yue Mingkong shared softly.

“Whether the relics of the Immortal Palace are truly significant or not, their discovery can mark the conclusion of an obsession from the beginning,” Gu Changge remarked, a smile playing on his lips. After all, he had invested considerable effort in gathering the seven heavenly palm artifacts.

In the Immortal Domain and the Upper Realm, every clan and force appeared to be gearing up for an impending funeral. The news of the approaching catastrophe had instilled widespread panic.

Even the Gu family couldn’t escape this atmosphere of anxiety. Despite Gu Changge’s directive to spread the news, suggesting he had a plan, the prevailing sense was impending doom. It was uncertain whether those around him would face demise in the imminent catastrophe.

Gu Changge, however, had a different purpose in disseminating the news in advance. He aimed to compel the hidden big players to reveal themselves. Shortly after that, he unexpectedly encountered an old friend.

“It seems you’ve gained an unexpected inheritance during this time,” he remarked, smiling and gesturing for the other party to sit without formal ceremonies.

The old friend was Yan Ji, a golden finger from Gu Changge’s lower realm days. She had lived in his ring as the first fortunate child he encountered. Later, persuaded by Gu Changge, she followed him to the upper realm. However, their communication dwindled as time passed, and Gu Changge couldn’t recall the last time he had seen Yan Ji—whether it was after the battle in the Eight Desolation and Ten Regions or his wedding.

Yan Ji’s cultivation had soared, nearing the level of a quasi-immortal king. A faint aura of majesty graced her features, resembling a peerless goddess.

“I accidentally wandered into a crack in time and space in an ancient era and obtained the inheritance of an innate god named Zhu Rong… He claims to be my ancestor,” Yan Ji explained briefly, her account tinged with incredibility and dreaminess.

Indeed, she gained significant knowledge from the inheritance of her ancestor, who fell in the first battle against heaven. Her ancestor could be considered one of the first gods conceived and born in the real world of mountains and seas.

At its pinnacle, the ancestor’s cultivation level surpassed even that of the immortal emperor. Yan Ji was well-versed in the details of the battle against heaven and the impending calamity.

In seeking out Gu Changge, Yan Ji intended to inquire if there was any way she could contribute to averting the catastrophe that threatened the entire immortal domain and the upper realm. She understood that no universe or creature would be spared.

“Your current cultivation level won’t be of much help,” Gu Changge replied, shaking his head.

He acknowledged that even if Yan Ji reached the level of an immortal king or achieved a level comparable to her ancestor Zhu Rong, it wouldn’t alter the outcome of the impending catastrophe. The scale of the imminent calamity was beyond the influence of individual cultivators, regardless of their power.