I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 356
Chapter 356: The war is finally over, and the background is shocking and deeply disturbs the upper realm
With the passing of the venerable elder of the Purple Mansion, the remaining cultivators had no choice but to surrender in utter despair.
The tumultuous battle reverberating through all the Dao realms eventually reached its conclusion.
Across a span of a million miles, stars were shattered, and the sky itself seemed to fracture.
Visions of celestial laws manifested, with gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas depicted in scenes of mourning.
It was as if the heavens lamented the loss of enlightened beings and countless lives in this conflict.
The sky became a canvas for a rain of blood, strewn with the bodies of the fallen, a sight so tragic it sent shivers down one’s spine.
For those lacking in fortitude, merely witnessing from afar induced paleness, nausea, and a weakening of the legs, almost compelling them to kneel.
The devastation was unfathomable.
The toll of lives lost in this battle, both among cultivators and other beings, was beyond measure.
Even amidst the sacred realm’s existence, in such a dire conflict, saving lives proved elusive, the aftermath of the supreme battle imposing its own grim rhythm.
The Purple Mansion alone boasted several quasi-supreme beings.
Upon realizing the irreversibility of the situation, even the three Supreme entities succumbed to desperation, their former confidence shattered.
Who could have anticipated the sudden appearance of the Gu family ancestor wielding such awe-inspiring power?
The demise of the Great Elder at his hands dealt the Purple Mansion its most devastating blow.
It seemed inevitable that after today, the Purple Mansion would fade into oblivion.
Once an immortal sect, it now lay in ruins, consigned to the annals of history in a mere instant.
Witnessing this scene, many cultivators couldn’t help but sigh, feeling the profound sadness akin to losing a rabbit or a fox.
Yet, their unease lessened as they rationalized that this was the fate the Purple Mansion courted.
Consorting with the inheritor of demonic arts and earning the world’s enmity sealed its doom.
“The Ancient Immortal Gu family’s background is truly unfathomable. The sheer might of their ancestor alone could eclipse the lineage of countless immortal sects…”
Observing the battle from afar through Heavenly Techniques, several esteemed sect leaders couldn’t help but express their emotions at this pivotal moment.
“Indeed, when the Purple Mansion chose to consort with the inheritors of demonic arts and opposed numerous Dao lineages, they should have foreseen such consequences…” An elder nodded sagely, his expression laden with sighs.
Yet, he harbored no sympathy for the Purple Mansion. As the saying goes, they reaped what they sowed. In a world where even the slightest association with demonic arts led to inevitable ruin, their fate was sealed from the outset.
“Master, what shall we do with the remaining disciples of the Purple Mansion?” Hei Yanyu respectfully inquired, appearing beside Gu Changge.
Gu Changge’s gaze narrowed as he responded, “Those who surrender will be spared, but those who dare to resist will meet their end.
Many of the Purple Mansion’s elite disciples had hoped to be rescued by their sect elders once the battle concluded, anticipating a chance to regroup and stage a comeback.
However, they hadn’t anticipated that Gu Changge, foreseeing their intentions, had preemptively dispatched quasi-supreme beings from all the ancient clans to launch a devastating attack, leaving them on the brink of destruction.
Caught amid their seething anger, they heard Gu Changge’s decree. Their eyes burned with unyielding hatred, yet before they could voice their defiance, they were swiftly silenced by Hei Yanyu’s decisive action. With a simple wave of her hand, a palm print cleaved through the sky, instantly extinguishing any dissent.
“Can you not comprehend the instructions of my young master?” Her demeanor was icy, her gaze sweeping over the assembly with chilling intensity, sending shivers down their spines.
With the bitter lessons of the past etched in their minds, the remaining members of the Purple Mansion could only suppress their resentment and keep their emotions in check, lest they incur the wrath of Gu Changge and his formidable ally.
Among the elders, expressions of bitterness and helplessness prevailed. Who could have foreseen such a downfall for their once illustrious immortal sect, the Purple Mansion?
The three Supreme beings remained silent, unwilling to provoke further trouble in the face of this ominous display of power. Had they been deceived by false promises of good fortune? Or were they merely reaping the consequences of their own folly?
In truth, many harbored a clandestine resentment towards Zi Yang Heavenly King, attributing blame to him for their predicament. Yet, they understood this was merely a pretext for Gu Changge’s assault on the Purple Mansion, unrelated to Zi Yang Heavenly King himself.
“Sir, how should we handle these compliant individuals?” Hei Yanyu inquired respectfully after leading a week-long patrol of the ancient immortal continent, observing that none dared to offer resistance.
“From this day forth, strip them of their cultivation and designate them as belonging to the Gu family for a century. After that time, they shall be released,” Gu Changge decreed casually, swiftly sealing the fate of the Purple Mansion’s inhabitants.
The complexion of the Purple Mansion’s denizens shifted suddenly, a pallor creeping over their faces. Though not a severe punishment by conventional standards, for those accustomed to lofty status, it amounted to a fall from grace, relegating them to a laborious existence akin to miners.
“Any objections?” Hei Yanyu’s gaze bore down on them with icy severity.
Gritting their teeth in humiliation, the Purple Mansion’s residents dared not voice dissent. Compared to facing death, a century of labour was considered merciful.
Subsequently, Gu Changge commandeered numerous valuable artifacts, divine medicines, sacred pills, and minerals from the ancient warships belonging to the Purple Mansion, all amassed over years of heritage. These riches were swiftly loaded onto Gu Changge’s own vessels.
Having earlier discerned that the Purple Mansion had likely absconded with much of its wealth, Gu Changge found himself the unwitting beneficiary of their misfortune. As he cast a casual glance over a few supreme relics, only to dismiss them with a calm gesture, the hearts of the Purple Mansion’s inhabitants bled metaphorically. To witness Gu Changge disregard treasures that represented the pinnacle of their sect’s heritage left them reeling.
“The Purple Mansion’s inheritance holds little significance…” Gu Changge remarked dismissively as he perused the contents at his leisure, subsequently bestowing these items, which he deemed unworthy, upon the various clans of the Ancient Immortal Continent.
This spectacle left many nearby cultivators green with envy. After all, these were the treasures accumulated by the Purple Mansion over countless years. To receive them as a reward was nothing short of a windfall.
Unbeknownst to the cultivators still embroiled in battle at the Purple Mansion’s gates, their efforts would ultimately yield no reward. Their toil would be in vain.
With these matters settled, Gu Changge turned his attention to Gu Lang, who had maintained a quiet vigil from a distance and offered a respectful salute.
“Changge pays respects to the Eighteenth Ancestor.”
“Oh? How did you discern my identity as the Eighteenth Patriarch?” Gu Lang descended from the heavens, his dark attire billowing in the wind as his features aged rapidly. His tone carried a hint of curiosity, accompanied by a warm smile.
Gu Changge grinned and replied, “Ancestor Gu Lang’s renown echoes like thunder, and I’ve long known of your illustrious lineage from our family records. I’ve heard tales of your legendary feat, cleaving the Ancient Immortal Road with a single stroke, though I never had the fortune to meet you until now. Seeing you in the flesh is truly gratifying.”
Originally, Gu Changge intended for Gu Qingyi to handle the situation, as revealing his true strength in such circumstances was imprudent. The unexpected arrival of Ancestor Gu Lang presented an advantageous solution to his dilemma.
Though his words were casual, Gu Changge spoke the truth—he genuinely desired to meet the ancestors of the Ancient Immortal Gu family. These individuals, legends of their era, possessed an aura of invincibility and a distinct style.
“While I understand you’re merely flattering me, this old man still enjoys hearing such praise.”
“It appears you’ve long been aware of the Great Elder’s presence lurking in the shadows. Were you awaiting my intervention?” Gu Lang scrutinized Gu Changge, his eyes suffused with the runes of the Great Dao. Eventually, he chuckled in admiration, “Impressive, my dear. Your concealment is quite masterful.”
Despite Gu Lang’s scrutiny, Gu Changge remained shrouded in a veil of mystery, his true nature eluding even the astute gaze of the venerable ancestor. But Gu Changge paid no mind to this—after all, who didn’t harbor a few secrets? The fact that he remained inscrutable only underscored the complexity and potency of his concealed abilities.
“Your praise is overly generous, Grandfather,” Gu Changge replied with a smile, maintaining an air of decency and respect for his elder.
“At your age, your strength far surpasses mine,” Gu Lang shook his head, smiling warmly. He held a deep fondness for the younger generation of the Gu family. While some might deem Gu Changge’s methods ruthless, anyone capable of orchestrating such grand schemes would hardly advance cautiously, step by step.
After departing from the Gu family, Gu Lang traversed space to arrive at this juncture. Observing Gu Changge’s methods in dealing with Zi Yang, he found no fault. Initially, he had no intention of intervening, opting instead to spectate from the shadows. However, the bold attempt by the Great Elder of the Purple Mansion to harm a junior ignited his ire.
Meanwhile, as Gu Changge and Gu Lang conversed, the territory of the ancient Vermillion Bird Kingdom lay in ruins. Seeing the devastation before him, Chu Hao clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. Like a wounded beast, he emitted a desperate roar, but his efforts were futile. Despite his genuine desire to protect his homeland, he succumbed to Gu Changge’s inexorable decree.
The overwhelming sense of powerlessness and the gaping chasm between their strengths drove Chu Hao to madness. Unbeknownst to him, his quest for revenge was futile, his chances of success nonexistent in the face of Gu Changge’s might.
“Hao’er, return to the sect with your uncle. You needn’t concern yourself with the affairs of the ancient Vermillion Bird Kingdom. With Gu Changge’s current momentum… it’s best not to provoke him,” Bai Yang urged in a tone filled with helplessness and concern.
He empathized with Chu Hao’s emotions but understood the harsh reality of their world, where strength dictated outcomes and natural selection reigned supreme. Despite Chu Hao’s desire to intervene, his strength fell short, rendering him powerless to alter the course of events.
Gu Changge’s superiority in strength and background far surpassed Chu Hao’s capabilities. Though many had witnessed the destruction of the ancient Vermillion Bird Kingdom, few dared to speak out or intervene, turning a blind eye to the devastation.
“Master…”
“I loathe it!”
Chu Hao’s flushed face betrayed the intensity of his hatred, prompting Bai Yang’s concern that he might lose control. Acting swiftly, he administered a calming technique, then swiftly gathered the comatose Vermillion Bird King and disappeared from the scene, intent on returning to the sect’s mountain gate.
He intended to allow Chu Hao time to regain his composure, ideally achieving a breakthrough to the Supreme Realm and assuming the mantle of future Palace Master of Supreme Dao Cave. Only then would he stand a chance at revenge; otherwise, all efforts would be in vain.
If Chu Hao were to confront Gu Changge now, it would likely result in his immediate demise, as Gu Changge could easily find a pretext to eliminate him on the spot.
Qin Wuya’s countenance soured in the ruins as he assessed the situation. His plan to capitalize on the chaos of war to rescue Zi Yang Heavenly King had crumbled before his eyes.
He had anticipated a protracted conflict, but the swift demise of the Purple Mansion’s great elder caught him off guard. Even if he managed to extricate Zi Yang Heavenly King from captivity, his chances of survival seemed slim. Gu Changge’s ruthless efficiency in seizing treasures like the Hongmeng Dao Bone and the Immortal Heavenly Dao Eye left little hope for Zi Yang’s survival.
“Junior Brother Zi Yang…”
“It’s not for lack of trying, Senior Brother didn’t abandon you. But any action taken now would likely lead to our demise,” Qin Wuya muttered through clenched teeth, wrestling with his decision. Ultimately, he reluctantly abandoned his rescue mission. He couldn’t guarantee Zi Yang Heavenly King’s survival, especially given his precarious state after Gu Changge’s plundering.
The palpable anger from the Purple Mansion’s members further reinforced his doubts.
“Junior, you’re inviting disaster upon yourself! Attempting to rescue Zi Yang Heavenly King now is tantamount to a death sentence,” a voice echoed from the void, tinged with fear and anger.
“Senior…”
Qin Wuya’s expression turned bitter, his sense of helplessness palpable. He hadn’t anticipated such a turn of events.
“Young one, take matters into your own hands. After crossing the Ancient Immortal Gu family, there’s no escaping the consequences. Any promises made before are null and void, and the deity won’t hold you to them…” The ancient entity of Reincarnation Lake spoke with finality. With those words hanging in the air, it vanished into the ether.
A shiver ran down Qin Wuya’s spine as he sensed the ruthless gaze of the individual who had dispatched the Great Elder of the Purple Mansion with a single blow. He dared not utter another word, fearing retribution for any indiscretion.
Witnessing the display of power, Qin Wuya knew that anyone who beheld it would be struck with fear. The Great Elder of the Purple Mansion, a figure of unparalleled might in the Upper Realm, had effortlessly met his end. The repercussions of this event would reverberate throughout the Upper Realm.
With a final glance at the sky, Qin Wuya vanished, his thoughts consumed by concern for Tang Wan. Gu Xian’er’s restoration of her past life memories seemed improbable, especially given her allegiance to Gu Changge.
Zi Yang Heavenly King’s provocation of Gu Xian’er, in Qin Wuya’s estimation, stemmed entirely from Gu Xian’er herself. Perhaps in Gu Changge’s eyes, Gu Xian’er was already considered part of his family, and he wouldn’t tolerate any interference from others.
Soon, news of the incident spread throughout the Upper Realm, sending shockwaves across all factions and cultivators. In the Purple Mansion territory, Dao lineages easily breached the mountain gate, dismantling the once-proud sect like a house of cards.
The grandiose Purple Mansion, steeped in history and tradition, crumbled in a single day. Former leaders such as Liu Ming, the sect master, and Liu Ziyan, the holy maiden, along with numerous older disciples who opposed the Great Elder’s actions, were freed from the confines of the Purple Mansion’s dungeons.
Facing the ruins of their once-glorious sect, they could only lament their fate and reluctantly choose to relocate with the remaining disciples.
Emperor Mountain, Endless Fire Nation, and the Ancient Immortal Gu Family showed no sympathy for their plight. The elders of the Purple Mansion were held accountable for their actions, leading to the sect’s demise. Despite the sect master’s and others’ efforts to rectify the situation, they ultimately couldn’t reverse their fate.
Witnessing the downfall of their once-mighty sect, they could only resign themselves to sorrow.
The battle also showcased the formidable heritage and strength of various Dao traditions. The Ancient Immortal Gu Family, in particular, fielded an impressive force: two emperors, three quasi-emperors, ten supreme beings, not to mention countless cultivators of lower ranks.
Such a display of power left all Dao forces trembling and profoundly unsettled.
Despite boasting a long-standing heritage and producing several emperors, the Purple Mansion paled compared to the Ancient Immortal Gu Family’s might.
The battle for the ancient Vermillion Bird Kingdom garnered significant attention, particularly due to Purple Mansion’s clandestine transfer of elite disciples and assets. The audacious attempt to rescue Zi Yang Heavenly King ended in tragedy when a Gu family ancestor swiftly dispatched the Purple Mansion’s great elder, stunning onlookers.
Following this pivotal battle, the Ancient Immortal Gu Family and Gu Changge once again basked in the limelight, their dominance unchallenged.
“In cultivation, the first step is to refine the physical body, followed by refining the ‘belly button’,” Xiao Ruoyin mused as she immersed herself in her training atop a piece of bluestone, a faint glow enveloping her form.
“The belly button serves as the life wheel for cultivators, the root of all their power. It transforms spiritual energy, serving as the origin of energy and even the mythical immortal essence. A fully cultivated belly button becomes an endless wellspring of life, capable of bestowing immortality with a single drop…”
“To cultivators, the belly button is akin to the origin of all things. Without it, no matter how formidable one’s cultivation, true strength remains elusive. A strong belly button is like the vast sea, encompassing the entirety of existence…”
“For the weak, however, the belly button is as insignificant as a mere bean…”
Xiao Ruoyin diligently cultivated atop a piece of bluestone, a subtle glow enveloping her body as she immersed herself in her practice.
Meanwhile, Gu Changge, seated nearby, savored a sip of tea, his gaze tranquil as he spoke on behalf of Xiao Ruoyin.
Following the battle’s conclusion, Gu Lang, the eighteenth ancestor of the Gu family, and numerous Dao masters who had observed the conflict departed swiftly, their presence fleeting. However, Gu Changge chose to linger a while longer.
Instead of leaving immediately, he instructed Hei Yanyu to gather the origins of the fallen cultivators in the battle. To Gu Changge, these invaluable cultivation resources could potentially facilitate his breakthrough into the quasi-supreme realm.
The battle had claimed numerous lives, including several quasi-supreme beings. Though the Purple Mansion’s territory lay distant from their current location, Gu Changge refrained from dispatching personnel to retrieve the origins. The risk of detection was too great, especially given the volatile atmosphere in the Purple Mansion’s domain.
Consequently, the area within a million-mile radius was under Gu Changge’s control, dissuading any other cultivators or creatures from approaching recklessly.
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