I Am the Fated Villain

Many figures emerged from the Dao Chang Realm, determined to resist this invading army. They fought with everything they had, regardless of the cost. Even in death, they were resolute in ensuring that their foes would pay a terrible price.

Boom!!!

In the depths of the distant universe, blood filled the air. Confronted by two opponents of equal strength, an Immortal King ultimately found himself defeated and chose to self-destruct. The Dao fruit collapsed, unleashing a terrifying power that shook the entire river of time, injuring both combatants and forcing them to retreat.

Yet, even this drastic measure failed to halt the advance of the immortal civilization’s army, which continued its relentless assault without the slightest delay.

In deeper layers of time and space, a world-shattering battle raged on, with fluctuations resonating at the level of Immortal Emperors. Among the few remaining Immortal Emperors in the Dao Chang Realm, some were engaged in fierce combat against their foes.

At this moment, a terrifying aura erupted, transforming into a black light that shattered the chaotic dust and mist, revealing a figure. It was a middle-aged man with long black hair, brimming with energy and vitality.

His eyes resembled a sea of thunder, capable of penetrating the void of time and space in all directions. This was the first time he had shown his true face to others, but he appeared injured, with wounds marking his body.

On the side of the immortal civilization, someone at the same level sensed his fluctuations and descended once more, intent on killing him alongside their companions. The aftermath of the battle at the level of Immortal Emperors rippled through other layers of time and space, affecting realms beyond this one.

Even a slight escape from the battle’s chaos would spell disaster for the remaining living beings. Compared to the immortal civilization, the background of the Dao Chang Realm was alarmingly weak, especially as it had yet to recover from the devastation of the second calamity.

On the other side, the Great Commander of the Immortal Palace’s survivors was locked in battle with his peers. His silver armor was stained with blood as he wielded a silver spear, its light piercing through the universe and shattering the fabric of reality.

His opponent, also of the same level, had previously fought against an Immortal Emperor from a foreign land and had companions by his side. Together, they pressed the attack, gaining the upper hand even before exerting their full strength. The Immortal Emperor who had fought this commander outside the boundless sea had sustained serious injuries and had yet to fully heal, making it difficult for him to unleash his peak combat power.

This was the caliber of the Immortal Emperor that the Dao Chang Realm could contend with now, a stark contrast to the strength of their adversaries. Meanwhile, on an ancient warship shaped like a flying shuttle, a few figures shrouded in chaotic dust and mist remained passive, observing the battle unfold with indifference.

There was no doubt that this was also an Immortal Emperor, surrounded by fragments of space-time and mist, exerting pressure that caused the universe to collapse and explode. The disparity between the newborn real world and the ancient real world was insurmountable; the Dao Chang Realm could not withstand these forces after exhausting its current strength.

This was only a fraction of the power wielded by a single family within the immortal civilization. If the immortal civilization were to invade with full force, the Dao Chang Realm would have no chance of resistance.

Moreover, two figures comparable to the Dao Realm stood by, choosing not to intervene. The weight of their presence created an oppressive atmosphere that left the army of the Dao Chang Realm gasping for breath, trembling with fear and despair.

Do you still want to resist? You are no match for my immortal civilization at all. Be smart—seal your hands and feet, suppress your spiritual energy, and you might just save your life.

My immortal civilization has fought against countless worlds, and we have slaughtered innumerable realms far more powerful than yours, turning them into dry bones and ashes, buried at our feet.

It is an honor for you to be enslaved by our clan; why not thank us?

Zhuoyou, clad in armor that shimmered with an otherworldly glow, stood outside the Dao Chang Realm, her expression indifferent. The resonance of her voice spread across the universe, reaching every corner of the vast world.

Countless creatures and cultivators looked up in horror upon hearing her words. She emanated a terrifying aura that eclipsed even the strongest figures of the Dao Realm, filling the sky with her presence.

Various ominous substances coalesced around her—streams of light, bolts of thunder, and flickering flames—all lacking a definite shape, as if she were an unknown god transcending the world.

“It’s truly a rare bloody feast. The crimson flowers are blooming beautifully, but it’s a pity they will wither soon,” remarked another vague figure beside Zhuoyou.

With a cruel, cold smile, he viewed the battle as an exquisite spectacle, admiring the bloody flowers blossoming across the universe. This was another Dao Realm existence who had yet to make a move; he was the most powerful being in the immortal civilization, second only to Zhuoyou.

“We have no hatred with you. Why did you descend to slaughter our world?” an ancient figure from the Dao Chang Realm cried out, his eyes filled with rage.

Having lived a long life, his cultivation was no more than that of a true immortal, rendering him little more than cannon fodder in this great battle. He watched in anguish as many familiar faces perished, collapsing and disintegrating into blood mist. His heart overflowed with hatred and pain, yearning for the day when all future enemies would be suppressed and killed to quell the resentment within him.

“What are you talking about? Even if the old man fights to the last drop of blood, he won’t give in and will make you pay the price!”

In another vast universe, ancient cultivators roared with hatred, their bodies glowing as they chose to self-destruct to take down their enemies.

Across the remaining worlds, the scene was equally tragic. Some fighters, covered in scars and nearly drained of blood, fought fiercely against their opponents.

“Master has gone, and after all these years in this realm, it’s difficult to make any progress.”

“We’re ashamed of our teacher’s kindness.”

“Today, I hope to save my master’s homeland with my own body.”

In one fallen sect, several old men, their energy and blood nearly exhausted, summoned their last reserves of strength. The celestial spirit surged from the crimson glow, leading all the disciples into a final, desperate charge against their foes.

“Even if I burn the last bit of my residual fire, so what? My generation of cultivators follows the will of heaven and our own hearts. Why should we fear battle? We will live and die with the Dao Chang Realm!”

In another vast world, elderly figures with gray hair and unshaven beards stood resolute. Their vitality had long since waned, yet they faced death without fear. They possessed varying cultivation levels; some had reached the heights of immortality, while others remained at the human level.

“Attack!”

Countless cultivators and creatures surged forward, disregarding life and death, their eyes filled with madness.

“The ignorant creatures, like mayflies shaking trees, think they can challenge the inevitable,” the figure beside Zhuoyou sneered, his gaze filled with disdain.

Zhuoyou remained indifferent, devoid of any emotion. She had witnessed too many such scenes; in the real worlds captured by the immortal civilization, countless souls fought to the bitter end to protect their homelands. But what did it matter? Nothing would change.

“However, it’s kind of strange…” Zhuoyou felt a flicker of doubt. She noticed anomalies among the fallen creatures; they didn’t seem to have truly perished, physically or mentally.

A mysterious power shielded these souls in the dark, preventing their complete dispersal.

“If you want to slaughter this world, then consider the price you must pay,” Gu Wuwang’s figure emerged, standing resolutely opposite Zhuoyou.

His voice was calm, though he refrained from attacking immediately. Despite his strength being on par with Zhuoyou’s, the immortal civilization operated in difficult ways to fully understand or combat. Moreover, beside her stood another formidable presence, Zhuohua, whose strength was only slightly inferior. A direct confrontation would surely spell his defeat.

Zhuoyou showed no surprise at his appearance, responding coolly, “I hail from the immortal civilization, which has ruled the vast expanse for countless epochs. This is the first time I’ve heard the newborn real world threaten us.” Beside her, Zhuohua sneered, his disdain palpable.

“Do you really think you alone can stop us?”

Zhuoyou challenged, her tone laced with disdain.

It’s not easy for you to reach this point, so don’t seek your death. Allow us to leave a spiritual imprint for our clan to control; perhaps there will be an opportunity for transformation in the future.

Despite the spark of the Immortal Civilization evident in the Newborn Realm, it had yet to grow and develop fully. Even if it reached the level of the ancient real worlds, it would still fail to attract the immortal civilization’s attention. After all, the immortal civilization ranked among the most powerful under the supreme civilizations, with the Zhuo clan alone possessing the strength to sweep aside several ancient realms.

Gu Wuwang remained calm, undisturbed by their words.

“I’m merely reminding you that if you halt your aggression now and provide sufficient compensation to all races—kneeling and sincerely repenting—there might still be a chance for you. Otherwise, the civilization behind you will face a great catastrophe. You will come to regret your actions today.”

His tone was steady, as if he were discussing a straightforward matter rather than the fate of their worlds.

“I think you’re crazy,” Zhuohua scoffed, his voice echoing through the vastness of the universe.

“When will you stop saying such foolish things? Do you really believe there will be a catastrophe? Do you think we’re so naive that we would fear a newly born realm that can’t even resist one of our warships?”

He leaned into the derision, his laughter ringing out, as if mocking Gu Wuwang’s confidence.

“It’s truly ridiculous. You’re just grasping at straws, trying to find hope in the face of inevitable death. It’s nothing more than a fantasy.”

The powerful figures of the immortal civilization engaged in battles across various fronts couldn’t help but join in his laughter, reveling in the belief that the Dao Chang Realm was no match for their might.

Many onlookers from the immortal civilization looked on with pity, as if watching an ant’s final, futile struggle before death. On the other hand, though understanding the weight of Gu Wuwang’s words, the powerhouses of the Dao Chang Realm found their fleeting hope quickly fading. What glimmer of expectation appeared in their eyes dimmed just as fast.

However, Zhuoyou’s eyes flickered with a subtle realization. She recalled the unique nature of this realm. Since there was once a spark of immortality left behind, there had to be an unfathomable existence that had once passed through this world. Could Gu Wuwang’s warning be referring to that mysterious being?

But Zhuoyou quickly dismissed the thought. “Grandfather did a divination for me,” she reminded herself. “He saw no danger ahead. This man is simply trying to deceive us. If such an existence truly protected this realm, why would he reveal himself now and waste words?”

Her face returned to its cold, indifferent demeanor. She sneered, said, “Unfortunately, your ploys won’t work on us. I’ve seen through your little game, and you won’t deceive me.”

Gu Wuwang sighed inwardly. He hadn’t truly placed much faith in his words swaying them. His real aim had been to buy time, but it seemed Zhuoyou had seen through the ruse all too quickly.

Gu Wuwang remained calm, despite the tense situation.

“I hope you won’t regret it later. The wrath of that lord is beyond what even your civilization can bear.”

Zhuohua’s expression turned icy. To continue speaking such words without fear only fueled her anger, and she lashed out without hesitation. She and Gu Wuwang clashed in an instant, their figures filling the universe, tearing through worlds as they fought.

Zhuoyou, observing this, knew that Gu Wuwang was the strongest remaining force in the Dao Chang Realm. If he fell, the last glimmer of hope for their resistance would be extinguished, and the battle would conclude in the immortal civilization’s favor.

With this realization, she too made her move. Her aura was overwhelming, far surpassing any previous Dao Realm combatant. Time and space shattered under the force of her attack, and even the chaotic void became unstable.

Countless beings across the Dao Chang Realm witnessed this terrifying scene, their hearts filled with fear and dread. They knew that the fate of their world hung precariously in the balance.

Even Ming, Jiu Jianxian, and others locked in battle with the forces of the immortal civilization couldn’t ignore the clash between Gu Wuwang and Zhuoyou. The air was thick with tension.

In a distant universe, Gu Xian’er noticed the turmoil, her gaze sharpening with determination. She set aside her worries, her eyes cold and resolute as she sped across the vast expanse. With a single stroke, her sword light sliced through the heavens, spanning thousands of miles, cleaving stars and shattering galaxies. The oncoming army of the immortal civilization was torn apart and annihilated under her sword’s brilliance.

Despite fighting two Immortal Kings simultaneously, Gu Xian’er still had enough strength to stave off the advancing army, her will unyielding.

“Xian’er, if this goes on, there’s no way to turn the tide! There are too many of them. No matter how powerful you are, you’ll run out of energy eventually,” Da Hong shouted anxiously beside her, his voice thick with worry.

“Retreat now, don’t risk it any longer!” He urged, deeply concerned. Gu Xian’er might hold her own against Immortal Kings, but the consequences could be disastrous if she encountered a being beyond their level.