I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 309
Chapter 309: Even Gu Changge is dying, it seems that the world is about to change
The gray mist surged, weaving intricate Dao runes in the void, merging into a grand Dao treasure bottle that consumed the very essence of Prince Sheng’s bloodline.
Various innate divine powers flashed through Gu Changge’s mind in rapid succession. He regarded these skills, originally inherited from Prince Sheng, with a hint of disdain, narrowing his eyes slightly.
The supreme-level divine lamp hovered within the bottle for a moment, emitting a fiery glow capable of engulfing the heavens. Yet, its brilliance waned swiftly within, and the spirits of the artifacts emitted uneasy, fearful roars before fading into silence.
Even as a mere construct of Dao runes, the grand Dao treasure bottle harbored a formidable divine power, amplified by Gu Changge’s current strength. The absence of a true motivator left the Supreme Artifact adrift, incapable of sustained contention even if its spirit were to awaken.
“I wonder what reward will be bestowed this time…” Gu Changge pondered aloud, his white robes billowing in the void as if he had just completed a mundane task.
Subsequently, he set about erasing the traces of his actions and conjuring an illusion of intense warfare. The pervasive aura of demonic arts saturated every corner of the void, inducing a chilling, eerie sensation in any cultivator who dared to tread into its midst.
Fear, dread, shivers — this place had transformed into a nightmarish realm akin to hell.
Not only was the atmosphere permeated with the aura of Heavenly Extinction, but there was also a potent and ominous presence of forbidden demonic arts, akin to a black hole in the universe, capable of swallowing all in its path.
Any elders who ventured here to investigate would find their souls frozen and on the verge of fracturing. The scene was unsearchable, untraceable — a harrowing vortex of chaos.
Moreover, the intensity of the battle would evoke a sense of dread, instilling the belief that even participation would lead to certain demise.
“In this manner, who can truly discern the events that transpired?” Gu Changge mused, a smile playing on his lips as he beheld the golden treasure chest in his hand.
Upon slaying Ying Shuang, the system prompted Gu Changge to complete the task of eliminating the Son of Luck, offering numerous luck points and destiny points. Yet, he paid them little heed, his focus fixed on the contents of the Heavenly Dao reward chest.
However, compared to the lavender chest acquired upon slaying the human ancestor, this one appeared somewhat plain. Gu Changge harbored no surprise; not every Son of Luck possessed the same significance as the human ancestor. Some were simply devoid of value, unable to even utilize the basic strengths of their inherited bodies.
“Do you wish to open the Heavenly Dao Treasure Chest?” the system queried.
“Open,” Gu Changge affirmed, his eyes flashing with an enigmatic hue.
Buzz!
Accompanied by a dazzling golden brilliance, a crown enveloped in gray-brown divine light emerged, flickering and floating before Gu Changge’s eyes. Within it, a subtle aura of ill fortune coalesced, swirling in an enigmatic dance imbued with a natural essence of Dao.
“The Grey Crown of Luck?” Gu Changge arched an eyebrow, swiftly comprehending its significance.
It differed fundamentally from the Purple Crown of Luck obtained upon slaying the human ancestor’s reincarnation. While the Purple Crown of Luck bestowed a temporary surge in fortune, akin to divine favor, it came with a usage limit. Once exceeded, it would shatter and unleash catastrophic consequences.
Thus far, Gu Changge had yet to find an opportune moment to utilize the Purple Crown of Luck.
Conversely, the Grey Crown of Luck before him served the opposite purpose. It could swiftly plummet the user’s luck to its nadir, even affecting those hailed as the sons of God. No ameliorative function was provided.
“The original Prince Ying indeed bore the burden of ill fortune. It’s a cruel twist of fate for the emperor’s son to be supplanted by a stablehand,” Gu Changge mused. “Perhaps that’s why this artifact was revealed to me…”
His smile held a touch of intrigue, for though the Grey Crown of Luck seemed unappealing, its introduction stated its efficacy on any being.
Naturally, this included those formidable cultivators who transcended the Supreme Realm. Such potent beings were particularly attuned to the ebb and flow of celestial fortune, making them easy targets for manipulation.
With the Grey Crown of Luck in hand, Gu Changge envisioned scenarios where he could retreat while a god and five degenerates swooped in to claim the spoils. For him, it presented a lucrative opportunity for both assassination and theft.
Luck itself was elusive and coveted, even by Supreme Beings, who guarded it jealously. They would remain oblivious to the clandestine forces plotting their demise.
After securing the Grey Crown of Luck, Gu Changge glanced at the Luck Points and Destiny Points acquired this time, totaling around 30,000. This sum could be exchanged for a plethora of transcendent bones.
At his current level, various transcendent bones had willingly provided insights into the Dao of heaven and earth, along with the principles of natural laws. Additionally, he possessed forbidden demonic arts that absorbed vast amounts of source energy, rendering cultivation a non-issue.
While others relied on secluded meditation to achieve breakthroughs, even individuals like Jiang Chuchu, dubbed the reincarnation of immortals, and Wang Ziji, born with sacred origins, had to progress step by step. However, Gu Changge transcended such constraints; his cultivation had reached a stage ripe for advancement.
He estimated that with his current pace, breaking through to the quasi-supreme realm would be imminent.
“Nowadays, the origins of prodigies hold little sway over me. It’s time to set my sights on challenging the older generation,” Gu Changge contemplated. Even for ancient anomalies like Prince Sheng, their significance paled in comparison to individuals like Ying Shuang, the son of luck.
Hence, advancing his cultivation was imperative.
He didn’t forget about the red-clothed witch mentioned by the system earlier. Considering the time he spent with Yue Mingkong, it was apparent she was a recent arrival.
Places like the Burial Demon Abyss were shunned even by the Supreme. From Gu Changge’s recollections as the Demon Lord, his cultivation was ominous and incomprehensible. His ability to rend the heavens with a mere gesture transcended the bounds of immortality.
The fact that the red-clothed female demon could withstand a strike from his demonic halberd without perishing, only to be banished to the Demon Burying Abyss, underscored her formidable strength. Whether he exhibited mercy at the time remained uncertain, but the red-clothed witch’s sheer power was undeniably terrifying.
“The hatred that lingers even in the deepest depths of hell…” Whenever he recited this phrase, Gu Changge envisioned the figure cloaked in red. Though he harbored a plan, its efficacy remained uncertain.
However, he soon set this matter aside, focusing on other pressing concerns.
Gu Changge’s form whisked away, reappearing atop a nearby mountain, his gaze fixed in the opposite direction. While Jin Chan and Prince Sheng had parted ways, it wouldn’t take long for Jin Chan to backtrack and head in his direction.
Moreover, Gu Changge sensed that Jin Chan was more than met the eye. The likes of Zi Yang Heavenly King and the Six Crown Kings might pale in comparison.
Despite his inability to discern such intricacies through luck alone, Gu Changge trusted his intuition, honed from their previous encounter.
Regardless of Jin Chan’s complexity, Gu Changge remained indifferent.
“Jin Chan should soon sense the disturbance here and hasten his approach. It’s time to greet him with a surprise…” He grinned, sweeping his sleeves as a majestic aura surged into the sky, radiating from every pore, rending the heavens asunder.
Amidst such fluctuations, Gu Changge harbored no doubt that Jin Chan would be drawn to investigate.
Soon after, a deep and palpably sinister demonic aura emanated from Gu Changge’s brow, giving rise to a criminal figure bearing the same indifferent countenance as Gu Changge himself. However, the visage was swiftly veiled by mist, impervious even to the scrutiny of Supreme Beings.
This manifestation was Gu Changge’s soul, condensed solely from his thoughts—an indescribable entity.
In the next moment, a vague and formidable figure materialized behind him, exuding unparalleled demonic power. Four imposing puppets cloaked in black robes emerged, each bearing intricate black runes in their hands. Ultimately, they merged into a terrifying Dao, hovering ominously in the sky.
….
Puff!!
On the other side, the gray fog surged, enveloping the sky in profound darkness. Through this gloom, a golden light swiftly traversed, divine runes shimmering as it bathed the figure in its glow.
Adorned with depictions of Buddhas and gods, some solemn and others smiling with floral motifs, the figure was none other than Jin Chan. However, he wore a frown, a sense of unease gnawing at his heart.
“It seems that the inheritor of demonic arts should be in Prince Sheng’s direction. Why do I have this uneasy feeling…” Jin Chan pondered aloud, calculating the time before deciding to return and investigate.
“Below the Hanging Temple, the Buddha’s garments and the Buddha’s head have bowed for thousands of years…” Jin Chan Buddha sighed, a radiant seal between his eyebrows emitting a sun-like glow, illuminating his surroundings despite the darkness.
Rumors circulated that he possessed 108 Buddha bones, but the truth exceeded such speculation. In the sea of his consciousness, he radiated with the light of merit and virtue. This light, cultivated into a god of merit and virtue, allowed him to bless the vows of Buddhists across heaven and earth at will.
However, Jin Chan seldom revealed this trump card method to outsiders, even refraining from using it during his confrontation with Gu Changge at the gates of the True Immortal Academy.
“I fear that Prince Sheng may be in danger. The intentions of the inheritor of demonic arts are glaringly apparent…” Jin Chan shook his head with a sympathetic expression.
Though he understood Prince Sheng’s predicament, he had yet to decipher the full extent of it.
On the contrary, the power wielded by the inheritor of demonic arts required no further explanation. Despite possessing a Buddha’s heart, Jin Chan was not naive. He understood that every action and word spoken was a method of demon eradication and vigilance.
With a Buddha’s heart illuminating even the darkest corners, Jin Chan perceived the inheritor’s intentions with a keen insight.
Soon, Jin Chan’s figure paused, transforming into Buddha light that soared into the sky before swiftly returning, wasting no time.
“Hopefully, it’s not too late,” he murmured, sensing a surge of energy emanating from the gray fog.
Without delay, he retraced his steps, heading in the direction Prince Sheng had departed. Along the way, he encountered signs of a fierce battle, as well as an aura he recognized all too well.
During their previous encounter at the gates of the True Immortal Academy, Jin Chan had already memorized Gu Changge’s distinctive aura. Therefore, though momentarily stunned, he couldn’t deny the truth of Gu Changge’s presence.
“Gu Changge is already here. Did he leave the Supreme Artifact outside?” Jin Chan mused, realizing the possibility of being lured into a trap by the inheritor of demonic arts.
With a hope for Prince Sheng’s and Gu Changge’s safety, Jin Chan pressed forward, his figure manifesting amidst a mountain range. With each step, the space shifted, and his speed accelerated exponentially.
He pondered for a moment, sighing softly, “It seems… this battle comes a bit late for this humble monk.”
In the mountain range, he sensed Prince Sheng’s aura, albeit only remnants of it. The situation felt dire.
Despite Jin Chan’s compassionate words, his gaze remained tranquil, devoid of turmoil. He had already surmised the intentions of the inheritor of demonic arts but chose not to voice them. Prince Sheng had seemed overly eager earlier, but Jin Chan refrained from further comment to avoid alerting the inheritor of demonic arts.
Thus, the current situation was not entirely unexpected.
“While your intentions are noble, your power falls short, and you find yourself beyond your capabilities…”
With a swift movement, Jin Chan’s figure dashed toward the looming mountains ahead. He sensed a battle unfolding there.
However, upon arriving and witnessing the scene, Jin Chan was momentarily stunned. Even his Buddha’s heart wavered slightly.
“Gu Changge…”
“To think he would face such dire circumstances.”
Though waves of emotion crossed his calm countenance, Jin Chan swiftly regained his composure.
Above, the gray fog shrouded the sky, with ominous laws and orders descending, enveloping everything in turbulence and darkness.
A black Dao bottle, condensed by the runes of the Dao, hovered in the air, seemingly devouring the world. Beneath it stood a figure veiled in black mist, his expression indifferent and sneering.
Accompanying him were four cultivators of the great sacred realm, wielding evolving runes that fortified the heavens and earth. The void was saturated with a chilling and palpable aura.
Jin Chan couldn’t help but shiver, sensing the chilling atmosphere. What had transpired in this battle to leave such lingering fear?
“Gu Changge, after all your pursuit, did you ever imagine this day?” The figure veiled in the black mist above sneered with pride, sending shivers down Jin Chan’s spine.
Though obscured by fog, Jin Chan could discern from the aura that it was the former Prince Ying Shuang.
The four Great Sacred Realm cultivators, who had appeared on the Absolute Heavenly Extinction battlefield, were suspected to be the demonic arts inheritor’s subordinates.
Below, Gu Changge sat cross-legged, protected by a golden decree. Yet, his condition was dire—bloodstained, disordered breath, and a nearly fatal wound running through his abdomen. Despite the multicolored immortal aura’s attempts to mend it, layers of black mist corroded the wound, draining Gu Changge’s strength and leaving him pale and weakened.
“The source is damaged, and even Gu Changge is on the brink of death…” Jin Chan’s eyes widened in shock. The disappearance of Prince Sheng’s aura added to the horror of the situation, surpassing Jin Chan’s expectations.
The consequences of this incident would ripple through the outside world, sparking turmoil in all directions.
“It seems the world beyond is in for a change…”
To read without the ads, register an account and login then refresh the page!!!
If you enjoy this novel, please take a moment and review it on Novel Updates. It would be a great support to the team!!!
Also join us on Discord to explore our other works and meet our team and other Fantasy World Online supporters!!!
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
Kieleana
Yaoyao is awesome, there there