I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 1270

Chapter 1270: Nine Decays on the Road to Transcendence, the Demon Lord descends

This palace hung high in the void, exuding incomparable magnificence as if overseeing the endless heavens. The figure seated there was even more awe-inspiring, with scenes of birth and death reflected in his eyes, reminiscent of the changing ancient era.

Adorned with a Daoist robe, countless laws and orders intertwined on the fabric, and the Dao itself flickered like a waterfall of Daoism, exerting dominance over the world.

He was the true ruler of the Nine Heavens—Immortal Daoist—sitting atop his celestial throne. “Immortal Monarch” was both his Dao and the world’s names, emphasizing his lofty and terrifying status.

From a particular perspective, he indeed deserved the title of eternal monarch. Before the conception and birth of the natural world of mountains and seas, the Nine Heavens existed adjacent to many real worlds and enjoyed an immensely detached status.

The name of Nine Heavens spread to other real worlds as countless cultivators and souls sought its location in pursuit of immortal destinies.

In contrast, the mortal world of mountains and seas was just one among many. Upon hearing the report about the master of the Boundary Hall’s failure in the eighth decline and the ensuing turmoil, the Daoist Immortal Monarch’s deep and boundless eyes showed a ripple of emotion.

The Yan Realm, as the most potent real world within the vast expanse, boasted a truly detached figure. An independent person transcended the emperor’s realm, surviving nine declines of heaven and man without perishing.

They beat the shackles of the original realm, condensing the Dao fruit, embodying freedom and eternity—an existence unparalleled in the heavens of all ages.

Such a figure, invincible and able to rule multiple real worlds, provided shelter during calamities, enduring like the sun across the sky, reflecting the immortal heavens.

Even though he was hailed as the Daoist Immortal Monarch, he acknowledged that he was still on the journey to pursue that elusive realm. Only a few genuinely detached individuals had appeared in the past, each illuminating the existence of all living beings with their name, reaching unimaginable realms to others.

“The master of the Boundary Hall sustained severe injuries when contending for a chaotic spiritual treasure in the vastness. Despite the passing of many epochs, it seems he’s still unable to overcome that threshold. It appears he’s running out of time and intends to make a final attempt at that threshold during this critical moment. The eighth decline is a threshold that poses difficulties for all of us,” the Daoist Immortal Monarch explained.

While his voice hinted at regret, his eyes revealed a sense of detachment.

Not only was the Hall Master of the Boundary Hall facing challenges, but even as he approached the eighth decline, the Daoist Immortal Monarch himself was uncertain about successfully crossing it. In the face of the drop of heaven, they were no different from ordinary mortals.

Lifespan would be exhausted, spiritual energy depleted, the soul light extinguished, and the physical body would collapse into ruins. True immortality, apart from detachment, did not exist in this world. Moreover, the supreme original world observed everything from afar, questioning the claim of invincibility even for those who achieved detachment.

“Daoist, we have news from several deputy hall masters at the Boundary Hall. They express their intention to cooperate with us and plan to take control of the Boundary Hall after the master’s demise. We’ll have the opportunity to choose 30% of the resources from the Boundary Hall,” the figures below reported respectfully.

Are we able to select 30% of the resources from the Boundary Hall?

Upon hearing the report, the Daoist Eternal Monarch’s eyes flickered, and a passing thought crossed his mind.

He responded indifferently, “It appears that the Boundary Hall has drawn the attention of other forces in the Yang Realm. In this situation, they seek cooperation with the Nine Heavens.”

Apart from the Boundary Hall, the Yang Realm housed several other significant forces, each boasting an ancient and enduring orthodoxy. These forces, such as the Extinction Mansion, Wu Nian Mountain, and the Rebirth Cave, held backgrounds equal to the Boundary Hall. They ruled over vast universes encompassing billions of beings.

The Extinction Mansion, in particular, shared the exact origin of the Boundary Hall, tracing their lineage back to the legacy a detached figure in the Yang Realm left. However, due to various reasons, this orthodoxy eventually divided into the Extinction Palace and the Boundary Hall.

master of the Boundary Hall, were formidable figures who had survived the seven declines, standing at the pinnacle of the vast real world.

In these influential establishments, numerous strong individuals abounded, including ancient immortal emperors and immortal kings. Some had even trodden the path of detachment, surviving multiple declines. The dominance of the Yang Realm was not arbitrary. It was grounded in the profound background derived from the transcendence of the world.

However, the Yang Realm did not dare to provoke the Daoist Immortal Monarch easily, a supreme existence at the seventh stage of detachment. Moreover, each of the Nine Heavens had its ruler. The first few heavens sealed the “heaven” that fell during the battle of conquering the sky, making the masters of these heavens beings of immortal emperor status.

Countless epochs had passed, and some individuals in the Nine Heavens had successfully broken through the decline of heaven and man, embarking on the path of detachment.

Their terrible backgrounds allowed the Nine Heavens to transcend the ordinary natural world. Only the most potent realms, such as the Yang Realm and Yin Realm, could capture the attention of the Nine Heavens.

Even the once-mighty real world of mountains and seas, with numerous immortal emperors and true spirits on the path of detachment, could have garnered more interest from the Nine Heavens. In their eyes, it was still lacking.

With rulers who had survived the decline of heaven and man, the Nine Heavens remained a force to be reckoned with. The masters of the first few heavens were beings of immortal emperor status. Some have broken through the decline and pursued detachment in the present era.

With its transcendent existence, the Nine Heavens regarded most other real worlds with indifference. The only exceptions were the powerful realms like the Yang Realm and Yin Realm.

The Daoist Immortal Monarch, seated at the pinnacle of the palace, calmly closed his eyes and spoke flatly, asserting the Nine Heavens’ claim.

Thirty percent is insufficient. Additionally, the Heavenly Sect desires the Primal Chaos Treasure that was seized by the Boundary Hall’s master.

The Boundary Hall’s master and the other deputy lords had not survived beyond the fifth decline, making their attempts to retain control mere fantasy. The Extinction Mansion, another formidable force in the Yang Realm, would undoubtedly be interested.

“I understand. I will convey the message to the individuals in the Yang Realm,” responded the figures kneeling below.

They vanished swiftly, their true strength as Immortal Kings concealed, their existence overshadowed within the Nine Heavens’ hierarchy.

The entire Nine Heavens resembled a pyramid, with layered continents stacked one upon another. Crossing the distances between each heavenly layer was a formidable challenge, and ascending from the first heaven at the bottom to the Ninth Heaven was impossible for ordinary individuals.

Qing Feng found himself standing in the first heaven, amazed by the vastness of the place, yet several soldiers in immortal armor halted him outside the city gates. Despite his lack of fear towards these soldiers, Qing Feng refrained from acting rashly in this unfamiliar realm.

Fortunately, Grave Keeper, accompanying the middle-aged man in white, intervened just in time, asserting that Qing Feng was a guest personally received by their master. The soldiers at the gate then allowed him entry. However, the mysterious boy vanished before Qing Feng could express his gratitude, leaving an enigmatic aura behind.

Qing Feng entered the city with the boy’s assistance, feeling as if he had traversed countless epochs and landed in ancient times. During their time in the Nine Heavens, he flowed similarly to the outside world, with no discernible differences.

As Qing Feng embarked on his quest to locate the ancestors of the Immortal Palace, chaos unfolded outside the Floating Realm. An unrelenting wind swept the land, and stars fell like fiery projectiles from the sky. The ground ruptured, and a colossal black hand descended, causing the heavens to tremble. The once-stable Floating Realm now faced turmoil and destruction.

The outer space is in complete chaos, extending over a million miles, with nothing remaining.

The demonic energy around Cangming is intensifying, and the outer space turmoil has widened the cracks in Cangming.

Residents of the City of No Return gazed upward at the sky with a range of emotions—despair, resentment, calmness, and prayers. This scene captured the essence of all living beings confronting an impending catastrophe.

As the curtain dimmed and stars fell, a sense of impending doom enveloped the scene.

Terrifying giant hands traversed the sky, causing the earth to explode, and mountains appeared no more significant than specks of dust. The Immortal King of the Immortal Domain had located the Floating Realm and relentlessly attempted to penetrate the crack in the broken curtain.

Cen Shuang, adorned in a blood-red gown and soft armor, stood calmly in the sky above the City of No Return, wielding a long spear. Several elders from the city, emanating the pressure of the Immortal King, positioned themselves behind her, prepared to confront and combat the Immortal King once the curtain shattered.

A majestic middle-aged man, once a golden-winged roc, now stood transformed beside Cen Shuang. Accompanying him were powerful ancient beasts, including Crocodile Ancestor, all exuding an aura comparable to that of an immortal king. They silently awaited the moment when the curtain would collapse.

Initially, a plan was in place for some inhabitants of the City of No Return to evacuate after three days, leaving behind a glimmer of hope. However, the Immortal King discovered the Floating Realm’s location sooner than expected.

The star fields outside were obliterated, and the unique nature of this realm could easily be discerned with exploration. Consequently, an Immortal King descended outside the protective barrier, attempting to breach the enchantment formation.

The formation’s core energy within the City of No Return has depleted rapidly in the past two days. Now, it appeared dim and lifeless, displaying numerous cracks resembling spiderwebs that threatened to rupture at any moment.

It seems Qing Feng’s support won’t arrive in time. The barrier outside the City of No Return can hold for no more than a day at most.

Even now, it’s too late to have the City of No Return escape into the void and depart from this place.

Elders shook their heads, wearing bitter expressions as they faced this seemingly inevitable outcome.

The relics left by my father in the past have yet to be used.

Even if there’s no chance of success, I will make them regret not having taken a shot.

Anger and hatred etched Cen Shuang’s heroic face. She clenched her silver teeth tightly, and flames emanated from her spear, infusing the atmosphere with a murderous aura.

All eyes in the City of No Return were fixed on the outside world, witnessing the giant hands descending from the sky and steadily dismantling the barrier formation.

Boom!

The sky collapsed, galaxies crumbled, the universe seemed to wail, and even the Dao-building expert trembled beneath the weight of an imposing figure. The shattered universe and star fields fell into complete silence.

The Immortal Kings, who had initiated the attack, abruptly halted, retracting their dharma bodies and transforming into streams of immortal light that descended. Outside the big screen, a slender and tall figure emerged, clad in white attire, appearing remarkably youthful. His leisurely pace gave the impression of strolling through the void.

Despite his seemingly calm demeanor, the hearts of all cultivators and creatures in the Floating Realm tightened, a sense of fear permeating them. The echo of footsteps reverberated through the universe and resonated among the heavens.

It’s him.

The expressions of the other Immortal King elders underwent a drastic change, struggling to maintain the composure they had moments ago.

The devil.

Cen Shuang’s pupils contracted, her teeth nearly gnashing together as she struggled to forget that face. It was the individual for whom they had left the Floating Realm, ventured outside the Moon King Mansion, and used the actual bones of the Immortal King to entice the former heroic spirits of the Immortal Palace, attempting to spy on them.

He had arrived.