I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 1367

Chapter 1367: When it’s time to fight, you have to fight.

In the main hall, Ni Chen was consumed with rage, wanting to scream at the sky to vent his anger and frustration. He had worked tirelessly and planned meticulously for so long, only to falter at the most critical moment when success was within reach. How could he accept failure now, when the resurrection of his ethnic group and the Underworld Realm depended on it?

“Ahhh…”

Ni Chen’s eyes burned with fury, resembling a beast on the brink of extinction, roaring in defiance. The cracks in his quasi-immortal emperor Dao Fruit were glaringly evident, with dark lines spreading across it as if they intended to engulf the entire Dao Fruit. This was an injury to the Dao that was nearly indelible and irreversible.

If left unresolved, it would signify the end of his cultivation. He would be unable to advance any further and might even plummet from the quasi-immortal emperor level due to the backlash. Even if he seized another flawless body with the talent of the Underworld clan, it would be futile.

The injury to the Dao was intertwined with his true soul, and unless he severed that part of his true soul with immense determination, he would remain trapped. However, during the process of seizing the Dao Chang Realm, he had consumed nearly all of his true life, leaving his true soul incomplete. If he discarded this part again, it would mean the end of his life. These consequences were far beyond Ni Chen’s understanding and expectations.

Outside the main hall, many of Ni Chen’s followers heard the roaring sound emanating from within, but they were puzzled by its cause. They exchanged confused glances, unsure of what had transpired, and hesitated to approach.

Daoist is in a critical moment of retreat; no one should disturb him. Are you seeking death?”

A figure with indifferent eyes stood at the entrance of the main hall, preventing anyone from getting closer. They were tall and exuded an inexplicable aura—some with red blood flowing through them, others shrouded in gray mist, resembling ancient gods with immense power.

These individuals were all ancestors of the Underworld clan, whom Ni Chen had helped to reshape during this period, each possessing the strength of immortal kings.

Among them were a few who, with Ni Chen’s assistance, had occupied the innate race in the depths of chaos and possessed bodies at the quasi-immortal emperor level. On this island, they wielded nearly invincible strength and immense power.

Ni Chen enjoyed considerable prestige, and these individuals held him in high regard, their strength overwhelming. After hearing the warning, the others dared not ask any further questions, though they couldn’t conceal the worry and unease in their eyes.

They had already received news that the attack by the army of the immortal civilization had been quelled. The leader of the alliance, Gu Changge, had appeared and single-handedly slain an entity comparable to the Dao realm, scaring away all the powerhouses of the immortal civilization.

At this moment, various ethnic groups and forces were sending their clansmen to handle the aftermath of the final battle, intent on completely eradicating the remaining forces left by the immortal civilization.

Those forces that remained behind and refused to send their people to fight would inevitably face liquidation sooner or later. They were like grasshoppers on the same rope as “Wang Wushang,” sharing both fortune and misfortune. As a Daoist of the Dao Chang Realm, “Wang Wushang” held a status that was below a few but above hundreds of millions.

They complied with orders and dispatched troops to safeguard the island’s safety. When the time came, all ethnic groups would come to blame them, expecting “Wang Wushang” to step forward and explain the situation.

“What’s wrong with the young master? Why do I feel that his aura has diminished significantly?”

“Could it be that he failed in the final seizure?”

The ancestors of the Underworld clan stood outside the hall, their faces seemingly indifferent, yet they could not hide their concerns. They could clearly sense that Ni Chen’s aura within the hall was weaker than before, but no one knew just how much weaker it had become.

Especially just now, Ni Chen’s life fluctuations had grown extremely weak, resembling a candle flickering in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment. This unsettling realization tightened their hearts, making them nearly push open the palace door to peek inside. This was a critical moment for the resurrection of the Underworld clan and the restoration of the Underworld Realm, and no mistakes were permitted.

Suddenly, bright golden streams of light descended from the sky, and numerous figures rushed toward this location.

“It’s not good! Outside the island, powerful figures from various ethnic groups have arrived with decrees in hand. They’ve come to summon the Daoist for an important discussion.”

“Our people are barely able to hold them back; they will force their way in…”

The figures, wearing hurried and anxious expressions, spoke as they approached the front of the hall. Upon hearing this, the rest of the gathered individuals changed their expressions, genuinely worried about what was unfolding. Clearly, this was the time for them to confront Ni Chen.

During this catastrophic time, “Wang Wushang,” as a Daoist, had not gone to the front lines to fight the enemy; instead, he gathered troops to station there and remain on standby. This decision would undoubtedly provoke dissatisfaction among all ethnic groups and forces, leading them to report to the deputy leader and others for accountability.

“What should we do? Is it even possible to resist? They have orders in their hands and will surely break in regardless.”

Many were filled with worry, unsure of how to confront the entire Heaven Slaying Alliance. The actions of “Wang Wushang” left them puzzled and confused.

“Why are they here at this time? Who is deliberately targeting the young master and choosing this moment to confront him?”

The expressions of the ancestors of the Underworld clan shifted, their eyes growing cold. Many exchanged glances, recognizing the murderous intent reflected in each other’s eyes. At worst, they all considered the possibility of staying behind together in the future.

They didn’t believe that, given the young master’s current status, those few Dao Realm existences would truly dare to attack him. Just as all the powerhouses outside the hall were filled with panic and concern, the palace door swung open suddenly, revealing Ni Chen, who had regained his composure and stepped outside.

Dressed in a white robe, with his hands behind his back and an expression that appeared extremely cold—similar to his usual demeanor—he approached. The ancestors of the Underworld clan looked at him and collectively breathed a sigh of relief. Ni Chen didn’t seem to be in danger, but they were uncertain whether the seizure had been successful.

“Let’s go. Since the various ethnic groups want to hold me accountable, I want to see how they intend to do so.”

“Interfering with my cultivation? I will demand a proper explanation for this crime.”

Ni Chen glanced at everyone, spoke lightly, flicked his sleeves, and golden clouds spread beneath his feet, lifting him into the distant sky. Seeing this, the others transformed into streams of light and followed closely behind him.

In the magnificent palace of the headquarters of the Heaven Slaying Alliance, the atmosphere was not as dull as one might expect. Immortal mist floated like clouds, filled with radiance, creating an ambiance reminiscent of the vast universe.

In the Dao Chang Realm, leaders from various ethnic groups and sects had gathered, bringing with them the younger generations who had excelled in the recent battle. These rising stars were exceptionally talented; during the conflict, they had beheaded numerous enemies and gained fame throughout the world. Some had even acquired heaven-defying opportunities, leaving the leaders of the various groups both puzzled and envious.

The Heaven Slaying Alliance actively recruited talent from across the realm, and it was evident that these rising stars would likely join the Alliance in the end. Although the various ethnic groups intended to extend an olive branch, they recognized their own limitations and lack of competitiveness. In terms of resources and cultivation techniques, the combined offerings of all the clans in the Dao Chang Realm were no match for those of the Heaven Slaying Alliance.

The predecessor of the Heaven Slaying Alliance was the Divine God and the Heavenly Court established by Gu Changge. As for Gu Changge himself, no one could determine just how many rare treasures he possessed.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Divine Kingdom, Gu Changge had created a list of immortals. In their desire to have their names immortalized on it, all ethnic groups offered their ancestors’ treasured Heavenly Weapons one after another.

During the disaster of Mount Kun, the upper realm fell into a period of darkness, leading to the destruction of many ancient immortal clans. Numerous forces that exist today had developed and thrived by relying on those legacies.

In those years, Gu Changge established the Dark Heavenly Court, sweeping across the upper realm. Ultimately, he dispatched people to search for the heritage treasures of various ethnic groups. After the Heaven Slaying Alliance was formed, all ethnic groups were required to divide their strength and contribute substantial heritage in order to join. Even the most powerful ethnic group from foreign lands was no exception.

In the hall, alongside the leaders of various ethnic groups, all the Daoists in the Dao Chang Realm were also present. Although the ancient cultivator Yuan Chan did not contribute significantly in this battle, he had still provided assistance in the end. Out of respect and appreciation, all ethnic groups treated him and his disciples with great politeness.

Qing Feng stood together with the survivors of the Immortal Palace, having delivered an impressive performance during the conflict. Among the young talents of the middle and younger generations, he was regarded as one of the best. Among the younger generation, Wang Xiaoniu, Shen Xian’er, and others shone the brightest. As disciples of a Dao Realm existence, the guidance they received on a daily basis was naturally far superior to that of ordinary geniuses.

However, the most striking figure at the moment was the young girl standing beside the Dao Realm beings, her face cold and silent, seemingly untouched by the smoke and fire of the world. She wore a simple, plain white dress, her black hair cascading like a waterfall. Her features were perfect and flawless, and her eyes sparkled like crystal clear jade, resembling a banished immortal longing to ride the winds.

Due to the time confusion in the heavenly tomb, Gu Xian’er appeared not to have changed much over the years. In contrast, even her younger sister, Shen Xian’er, had undergone significant changes.

However, no one in the hall dared to underestimate Gu Xian’er. In terms of strength and background, she was unmatched in the current Dao Chang Realm. All the Dao Realm beings had gathered in the hall because of her.

“Has the Daoist not arrived yet? He really has the audacity to make everyone wait for him. After today, let’s see if he remains so arrogant.”

“Hehe, I’ve long been disgusted with him. He doesn’t regard me at all and shows no respect for the seniors of the Dao Realm.”

“After today, there will be no further dealings with him. It’s just a shame that all the resources we invested have only cultivated such a white-eyed wolf.”

“Even if he once had a leader backing him, that’s no longer the case.”

Many people in the hall were speaking in low tones, discussing the unfolding situation, well aware of what would transpire that day. When Gu Xian’er heard these comments, her expression remained largely unchanged. She had never been particularly interested in the whereabouts of this Daoist.

After the war ended, Gu Xian’er had intended to return to Peach Village, focus on her cultivation, and strive to break through to the Dao Realm as quickly as possible. However, under the persuasion of Hei Ming, Shen Xian’er, and others, even Gu Wuwang, the ancestor of the Gu family, approached her privately to discuss the benefits of becoming a Daoist. It was only then that Gu Xian’er decided to vie for the position of Daoist.

If she wanted to reach the Dao Realm, resources and luck were essential. The position of Daoist, aligned with the blessings of the power of luck in the Dao Chang Realm, offered an unprecedented opportunity for rapid progress in cultivation—an opportunity that was nearly unattainable for ordinary individuals. How could she let such a chance slip away?

“Those who attain the Dao will be favored more than those who have lost it. This is the consistent law of heaven.”

“Miss Xian’er, you don’t need to worry; everyone supports you in your bid to succeed as Daoist, not Wang Wushang,” Hei Ming said, standing not far from Gu Xian’er, with a slight smile and a respectful tone.

Although Hei Ming was an existence in the Dao Realm, he treated Gu Xian’er with great respect. Upon hearing his words, Gu Xian’er nodded; she had never met “Wang Wushang.” However, through conversations, she had gained some understanding of him.

“Wang Wushang” was the Daoist appointed by Gu Changge and had been bestowed with many treasures, indicating that he was being groomed as a future successor. His cultivation had surpassed that of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor several years ago. Logically, since this arrangement had been made by Gu Changge, she should not involve herself.

However, Hei Ming, Gu Wuwang, and others had all informed her that Gu Changge had different plans for this situation, urging her to fight for the position of Daoist. Moreover, “Wang Wushang’s” actions had sparked complaints among the various ethnic groups, who were dissatisfied and wished for him to be replaced.

Gu Xian’er didn’t know what Gu Changge’s true intentions were, but since she had decided to compete, she was determined to fight.

“My lord, Wang Wushang greets all of you seniors. However, I am unsure why you called me here so urgently,” a voice echoed from outside the palace.

“At this critical juncture of my cultivation, upon seeing the decree from several seniors, I immediately left my gate and came here.”

Streams of light suddenly rushed toward the palace. Although the person in charge had not yet arrived, the voice had already pierced through the atmosphere, indifferent and accusatory.

Moments later, the streams of light descended, and a figure stepped into the hall. It was Ni Chen, who had hurried over, accompanied by many of his followers and several ancestors of the Underworld clan. As they strode into the hall, the leaders of various ethnic groups, who had been discussing in low tones, ceased their conversations and turned to look.

Many of them even displayed expressions of sarcasm, as if they were watching a theatrical performance.