I Am the Fated Villain

Is it due to the Great Dream Returning Immortal Technique?

Gu Changge looked back, a moment of surprise crossing his face, but he swiftly deduced the reason. Yue Mingkong’s Daoist practice delved into the concepts of destiny and reincarnation. Through the Great Dream Returning Immortal Technique, she had traversed the river of time in her dreams, cultivating in past eras.

Gu Changge had been protecting her precisely because, with her current strength, carrying the formidable karma and backlash across the lengthy river of time, even within a dream, would be impossible.

This train of thought prompted Gu Changge to recall Chan Hongyi and Tao Yao, whom he had ensnared in the river of time. They, too, were cultivating in the bygone years.

“Well, I might be in seclusion for a while, uncertain about when I’ll awaken,” Yue Mingkong whispered.

“Just focus on your cultivation; don’t worry about anything,” Gu Changge smiled, approaching and tenderly embracing her.

“Then don’t forget about me,” Yue Mingkong leaned her head on his shoulder, a playful smile gracing her lips.

“I’ll miss you,” Gu Changge replied, holding her soft hand, a faint smile on his lips.

Yue Mingkong entered seclusion, unsure of when she would emerge. Despite creating the Great Dream Returning Immortal Technique, there were mysteries within it that even she had not fully grasped. A grand dream, possibly reaching back into eternity.

Gu Changge dispatched his puppet, Alpha, to stand guard outside the cave, ensuring Yue Mingkong’s safety. Though Alpha originated from the evil spirit transformed by the true blood of the demon lord in the demon-burying abyss, his innate talent rivaled that of immortal kings.

Over the years, Gu Changge deliberately or inadvertently supplied him with various resources, allowing Alpha’s true strength to reach a level comparable to an Immortal King.

Yet, Yue Mingkong’s seclusion prompted Gu Changge to contemplate other matters. While he harbored no concerns about the impending catastrophe facing the world of mountains and seas, the people around him were different.

Including his parents and relatives in this life, the same reality applied. Upon discovering his true identity as the former World Destroyer Demon Lord, the Ancient Immortal Gu family displayed a degree of fear towards him.

Initially indifferent to this, Gu Changge was now compelled to ponder these matters as Yue Mingkong entered seclusion. He should consider empowering those close to him so that they could enhance their strength.

While Gu Changge possessed the ability to safeguard them, there was no certainty that, when the final confrontation arrived, he could shield everyone around him. The other two True Ancestors he had planned were unpredictable and enigmatic entities. Even now, Gu Changge needed to be more confident in the success of his ultimate objective.

If I were alone, why bother with these concerns? This plan finally involves me

Gu Changge mused, shaking his head lightly and rubbing the center of his brows.

Simultaneously, deep within the territory of the Ancient Immortal Gu family, within the clan’s land, a serene and holy scene unfolded. Towering ancient trees, majestic mountains, and a profusion of immortal spirits created an otherworldly ambiance, appearing as an independent celestial universe. Despite the world’s tumultuous changes, this place maintained an air of detachment.

In the ancestral hall of the clan, many Gu family ancestors congregated with solemn expressions. The setting was a simple and ancient courtyard devoid of grandeur, yet intricate divine patterns shimmered and intertwined throughout, evoking a sense of agelessness.

“As a clan, the Gu family has spanned hundreds of millions of epochs since its inception. Even predating the forbidden era and the commencement of the age of innate mythology, the Gu family thrived,” intoned an elderly figure in a voluminous black robe, standing within the ancestral hall, addressing the assembly.

Clad in a black robe adorned with embroidered patterns of fallen leaves covering his body, even obscuring his feet, the figure inside appeared concealed at first glance, leaving only the impression of a voluminous black robe. Despite this, the ancestors of the Gu family regarded this person with utmost respect. Patriarchs like Gu Lang stood quietly, attentively listening to the spoken words.

Beside the black-robed elder, several other figures exuded a similar agelessness, surrounded by mist and chaotic light that induced a sense of trepidation. Hailing from the Immortal Domain, precisely from the Gu family of the Immortal Domain, they had journeyed to the upper realm after the Forbidden Era.

The Gu family had split into two factions, with some ancestors leading their clans to the Immortal Domain while others remained in the upper realm to safeguard their ancestral homeland.

During Gu Changge’s time in the Immortal Domain, he was aware of the other branch of the Gu family but refrained from delving into it. The black-robed speaker, the nominal founder of the Gu family, was often called the First Patriarch by many clansmen. However, he regarded himself as the Ninth Patriarch.

Many believed that he had vanished in the past years, only to reappear in this life, leading numerous Gu family members from the Immortal Domain to join their counterparts in the upper realm.

“In ancient times, the world of mountains and seas pales in comparison to my Gu family,” intoned the black-robed elder, his voice steeped in age, emanating a sense of timeless presence. Distorting the surrounding time and space, even causing the laws of heaven and earth to whimper.

In the ancestral hall, the Gu family’s forebears were astonished and blindsided by the revelations from the Ninth Patriarch. They had yet to anticipate such an astonishing history for their lineage, their knowledge limited to sparse records in ancient texts.

Learning that the Gu family had been dormant in the real world of mountains and seas for an unfathomable period, with the sole purpose of resurrecting a great ancestor, struck them like a tempest.

The following declaration from the black-robed elder resonated like thunder in their hearts, reverberating through the hall. Though his voice wasn’t loud, it carried a palpable and trembling force, as if even the celestial bodies in the vast expanse above were quivering in response.

The revelation left everyone in stunned disbelief – to resurrect the distant ancestor? A figure so enigmatic that its very existence seemed surreal.

Unperturbed by the collective shock, the elder continued his words, carrying the weight of ages.

“Initially, I nurtured my family’s distant ancestors, guiding them through the trials to achieve the immortal existence of the transcendent true Dao realm. Over the ages, only a select few have reached such heights. Those ancient cultivators who endured the seventh, eighth, and even the ninth decline of their realms are insignificant before my distant ancestor. He could eliminate them with a mere flick of his finger.”

His tone grew more profound and resonant as he delved into the past. The elder’s voice became hoarse as if recounting firsthand the events of a cataclysmic battle where their distant ancestor, facing an almost hopeless situation, sacrificed himself by transforming into the world to protect all living beings.