I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 379
Chapter 379: The Supreme Opportunity in the Tomb of the Supreme God
Upon hearing this, Pu Du’s expression shifted subtly, a tinge of unease flickering across his features. Jiang Chen’s mention of Jiang Luoshen confirmed her status as the princess of the Supreme God Clan.
On the day he introduced Jiang Chen to her, Pu Du pledged to locate the tomb of the clan’s ancestor. Jiang Luoshen, placing great trust in Pu Du, readily agreed to their endeavor, promising ample rewards upon success. And so, they embarked on their journey.
Guided by the Immortal Boat Spirit, Jiang Chen swiftly navigated through obstacles, earning admiration from many within the Supreme God Clan who recognized his prowess. Yet, just as they anticipated respite, disaster struck. A cataclysmic seal ruptured, unleashing chaos that claimed the lives of numerous clan elites, leaving devastation in its wake. Even Jiang Luoshen, grievously wounded, seethed with anger.
Pu Du whisked Jiang Chen away from the tomb’s peril, revealing the sobering truth: their search had been misdirected all along.
Within the depths of the Supreme God’s tomb, authentic crypts intermingled with clever replicas, posing a formidable challenge in discerning truth from deception. Unluckily, they stumbled upon a counterfeit tomb that bore an uncanny resemblance to the genuine article. Within its false confines lurked myriad perils, each more lethal than the last.
Initially, the Supreme God Clan’s princess harbored intentions of dispatching them to assuage her fury. Yet, Monk Pu Du’s earnest entreaties managed to quell her wrath, earning them a second chance. Failure this time spelled dire consequences for Jiang Chen and Pu Du, their lives hanging in the balance.
The might of the Supreme God Clan cast a pall of fear over many cultivators. “Jiang, our survival hinges upon you,” Pu Du implored, his tone weighted with urgency. “You mustn’t falter, for the sake of this humble monk.”
Even Pu Du found himself in a bind, acutely aware of the precariousness of their situation. Despite his capabilities, he dared not deceive or affront the Supreme God Clan. Fully cognizant of the gravity of the task at hand, he volunteered to comply, albeit with a heavy heart.
As Jiang Chen nodded, he established a telepathic connection with the Immortal Boat Spirit of Good Fortune. Meanwhile, amidst their conversation, a resplendent golden cloud billowed across the sky.
From its depths emerged a menagerie of creatures: towering giants adorned with arm scales, radiant beings exuding formidable auras, and serpentine entities boasting impressive appendages. This formidable assembly arrived enveloped in golden splendor.
Above the ethereal golden clouds floated dozens of humanoid figures, their bodies gleaming with gold, crowned with golden hair. Spanning generations and genders, they bore a striking resemblance to humans, albeit with the addition of majestic golden wings adorning their backs. Four divine females, wielding celestial weapons, stood sentinel with unwavering composure, resembling golden-clad guardians.
Veiled behind a curtain of clouds sat a figure exuding an aura of innate dignity, her features obscured but hinting at unparalleled beauty. It was none other than Princess Jiang Luoshen of the Supreme God Clan.
“Greetings, Princess Luoshen,” Jiang Chen and Monk Pu Du chorused, their expressions shifting with deference as they hastily paid their respects.
“Have you discovered anything?” Jiang Luoshen’s voice, devoid of inflection, resonated from behind the curtain, her innate superiority palpable as she regarded the two with indifferent eyes.
“Not yet, but I have a feeling that once we delve deeper into the tomb, we’ll uncover further clues,” Monk Pu Du responded with a placid smile.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chen remained quietly standing, his gaze lowered to the ground, unwilling to meet her eyes. A previous encounter with Jiang Luoshen’s retinue had left him stung by a disdainful snort from one of her attendants when he dared to look up. Though simmering with inner resentment, he stifled his emotions, acutely aware of his subordinate role in this encounter.
“I trust you won’t disappoint me this time. The consequences of failure will be far less forgiving,” Jiang Luoshen remarked with casual detachment, her gaze conveying icy indifference.
Monk Pu Du offered a wry smile in response to her words. Subsequently, the entourage comprising the Supreme God Clan, Jiang Chen, and Monk Pu Du resumed their journey, venturing deeper into the tomb’s depths.
Whoosh!
In the sky, divine lights streaked one after another, heralding the arrival of more and more cultivators and Taoists. Despite initial reactions of surprise upon encountering members of the Supreme God Clan, most soon shrugged off their presence, continuing their descent into the depths.
Various immortal Dao lineages and ancient immortal families joined the fray, including the likes of Heavenly Emperor Mountain, Buddha Mountain, Human Ancestor Hall, Ancient Immortal Gu Family, Ancient Immortal Wang Family, Heavenly Dao Immortal Palace, and Ancient Ye Clan. Even smaller factions, eager for a share of the spoils, eagerly followed suit. Though there might not be any meat to feast upon, there was certainly no harm in sipping some soup.
The grim expressions on the faces of the Supreme God Clan members betrayed their displeasure at the unfolding scene. Atop the golden clouds, a rebellious-looking youth of sixteen or seventeen, sporting golden wings and tousled blond locks, exuded an aura of defiance.
But his disgust was evident, prompting a contemptuous snort. “This tomb rightfully belongs to my Supreme God Clan. Yet now, every Taoist and cultivator seeks to meddle. They truly underestimate us,” he remarked bitterly.
“Sister Huang, perhaps it’s time we impart a lesson,” Jiang Ming suggested, addressing Jiang Luoshen, though they were not blood-related siblings. Jiang Ming, hailing from the royal lineage of the Supreme God Clan as the son of an uncle, typically shared an amicable rapport with Jiang Luoshen.
Jiang Luoshen’s brows furrowed at his words, her countenance growing colder. “Anyone who dares to desecrate our ancestor’s resting place will rue the day,” she declared with icy resolve.
“Princess, we mustn’t underestimate the strength of the Dao forces intervening. Caution is warranted,” cautioned an elderly blond woman standing beside Jiang Luoshen, her cultivation depth unfathomable.
Acknowledging the counsel with a nod, Jiang Luoshen maintained her steely gaze. “I understand. But some lessons must be taught, consequences notwithstanding.”
In the depths of the tomb ruins, a sudden burst of brilliance pierced the heavens. Multicolored divine light cascaded upwards, accompanied by resounding echoes of Taoist chants, sending shockwaves through the gathered crowd. All eyes watched in awe as the celestial illumination rent the sky asunder.
A dazzling, radiant glow burst forth, rending the earth asunder as boundless brilliance flooded the surroundings. Amidst the brilliance, a crystal-clear palace emerged, pulsating with celestial light, resembling a vibrant immortal jade, its ethereal resonance filling the air.
Instantly, a fervor swept through the crowd. Cultivators and creatures alike, driven by a frenzy, surged towards the spectacle. Meanwhile, cracks in the earth erupted, spewing forth an array of divine weapons: swords, spears, halberds, axes, whips, hooks, bells, cauldrons, and pagoda seals, creating a dizzying spectacle.
“The aura… it must be the resting place of our ancestor,” exclaimed the members of the Supreme God Clan, their expressions shifting with urgency as they rushed towards the source of the disturbance.
Jiang Chen furrowed his brow, his mind sensing the ominous undertones amidst the chaos. Before he could voice his concerns, Monk Pu Du seized him, transforming into a streak of divine light and fleeing the scene, fearing the consequences of lagging behind.
“This is undoubtedly the tomb of the Supreme God’s ancestor. We must seize this opportunity!” declared Monk Pu Du, his eyes ablaze with determination, a hint of wolfish fervor gleaming within.
Jiang Chen remained silent, choosing not to voice his thoughts. Meanwhile, a multitude of powerhouses and beings converged near the fractured earth.
In the skies above, ancient chariots descended while divine mountains hovered in mid-air, their imposing presence palpable. High-ranking figures, including sect leaders and patriarchs, materialized, their gazes ablaze as they fixed their attention on the unfolding spectacle. Behind them, a retinue of young prodigies stood poised, ready to prove themselves amidst the impending chaos.
Boom!
A deafening boom echoed as the cracks widened, revealing the ancient crystal palace floating within, its majestic aura causing hearts to race. Vibrant hues of divine light danced around it, lending an otherworldly air to the scene.
From within the palace, divine weapons adorned with intricate inscriptions surged forth, descending like rain upon the frenzied cultivators below. Despite the palpable danger, many engaged in frantic battles, driven by the allure of these extraordinary artifacts. Among them were quasi-sacred weapons, their mere presence exuding a pressure that obliterated those unprepared, reducing them to naught but blood mist, body and spirit alike.
Yet, such perils failed to deter the covetous throng. “This is undoubtedly the tomb of the Supreme God’s ancestor. In ages past, he was interred here after descending from his incarnation. Now, we are witnessing the awakening of this sacred place…” mused a figure of sect leader stature, his eyes aglow with divine fervor as he studied the palace intently.
His words sent shivers down the spines of those gathered. Though speculation had run rampant, confirmation lent newfound excitement to the air. The prospect of unravelling the mysteries within left many positively exhilarated.
This was, without doubt, the tomb of the Supreme God Clan’s ancestors—a figure surpassing the bounds of supremacy, even attaining enlightenment. The treasures interred within this mausoleum were beyond imagination, a fact underscored by the array of weapons scattered around.
An elderly man, hunched with age, emerged from the shadows of the mountains. Clutching a compass, he regarded the palace with trepidation. “Though the ancestor lies dormant, this place is fraught with peril. Countless hidden formations lurk within the palace. Even a sacred realm powerhouse would struggle to escape their grasp,” he cautioned, sending shockwaves through the gathered throng.
The revelation elicited a collective gasp of fear. Many young prodigies took a wary step back, their faces etched with apprehension. The opportunity presented here no longer seemed attainable, for these hierarchs wielded power capable of rending sky and earth, leaving naught but devastation in their wake.
The Ancient Immortal Gu Family, renowned for their strength, had dispatched a formidable contingent. Their younger generation, shrouded in an aura of confidence, exuded an air of calm assurance as they advanced. Observing their approach, other factions couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unease.
As all eyes remained fixed on the trembling ground, anticipation hung heavy in the air, pregnant with the promise of discovery and danger alike.
Boom!
A booming voice resounded from above, heralding the arrival of the Supreme God Clan. Golden clouds billowed as they descended upon the scene.
“This is the sacred resting place of my Supreme God Clan’s ancestors. I urge you not to disturb our peace, lest you incur my wrath,” several among them proclaimed coldly, their words laced with authority.
Simultaneously, an unparalleled power surged forth, an overwhelming golden aura rending the sky and obliterating all in its path. Many cultivators, unable to withstand its intensity, faltered, their faces drained of color as their qi and blood roiled within them.
Unfazed, Jiang Luoshen, Jiang Ming, and their cohorts surveyed the assembly with indifference, their demeanor commanding respect. However, the Dao forces, including Emperor Mountain, Buddha Mountain, Human Ancestor Hall, Ancient Immortal Wang Family, Heavenly Dao Immortal Palace, Ancient Ye Clan, and Primordial Lake, remained unmoved. Their attention remained fixed on the ancient palace ahead, poised to seize any opportunity that presented itself.
The grim expressions of Jiang Luoshen and her allies betrayed their frustration, their demeanor chillingly aloof.
Jiang Chen, arriving later, stood transfixed by the spectacle unfolding before him. “What a formidable display…” he murmured, awestruck by the scene playing out before his eyes.
Surrounded by towering powerhouses, Jiang Chen felt small and insignificant, acutely aware that any one of them could easily crush him into oblivion. Amidst the sea of formidable figures, he caught sight of Xiao Ruoyin once more, shielded by the protective embrace of a Heavenly Dao Immortal Palace powerhouse, oblivious to his presence.
“This tomb was left by our Supreme God Clan’s ancestors. Do you intend to vie for it?” A Supreme God Clan powerhouse’s voice cut through the tension, its indifference laced with an undercurrent of authority.
The oppressive weight of the Great Sacred Realm’s pressure permeated the air, leaving many young prodigies struggling for breath, their faces drained of color.
Simultaneously, the powerhouse produced a golden token adorned with ancient divine inscriptions, its brilliance undeniable. A vast, majestic aura radiated from the token, setting the surrounding formations into motion, interweaving like a celestial map.
“This token, left by our ancestor, has the power to command the formations of heaven and earth in this place…” explained a venerable sect leader, his expression betraying a hint of fear as he recognized its significance.
“Throughout history, treasures have been bestowed upon the worthy. If this tomb truly belonged to your ancestors, why did you not lay claim to it until now? Why only now, when it stirs from its slumber?” countered an elder with a smile, hailing from Emperor Mountain, his age and cultivation shrouded in mystery.
His words resonated with many present, prompting contemplation. After all, this place was not exclusively owned by the Supreme God Clan. Perhaps, as the elder suggested, opportunities awaited those bold enough to seize them.
“If the Supreme God Clan wishes to claim sole ownership, they must first seek the consent of the numerous cultivators present,” remarked a dissenting voice, challenging the clan’s assertion of dominance. “Your intrusion has disturbed the spirits of our ancestors above. Now, you seek to seize the relics left behind by them. Such behavior smacks of thievery,” Jiang Luoshen declared, her voice cutting through the air with icy precision, a blend of pleasantness and coldness.
Nearby, the geniuses of True Immortal Academy, led by the Six Crown Prince Jun Yao, observed the unfolding drama from a nearby hill. In response to Jiang Luoshen’s words, a derisive snicker escaped someone’s lips. “Is the Illusory God Clan truly so audacious as to vie against all Dao forces with their own strength?” they taunted.
Yue Mingkong, Heavenly Phoenix Maiden, Jin Chan Buddha, Jiang Chuchu, and others remained stationary, their presence a silent testament to their contemplation. “The true tomb lies not here, but in the depths of the earth, where the divine essence awaits…” Yue Mingkong mused, her eyes flickering with insight. Despite their status as the younger generation, the emergence of the Supreme God Tomb had captivated the attention of the elder generation and leaders of the great sects. Their identities alone were insufficient to intervene in such a pivotal moment, relegating them to mere spectators for now.
Boom! A deafening shock reverberated through the air, causing all present to tense. Suddenly, a brilliant light erupted from the crack ahead, illuminating the sky as it surged upward. The once obscured crystal palace appeared to be stirred, its chaotic shroud dissipating, revealing fading patterns that drifted towards the ground.
The abrupt change elicited a collective shift in demeanor among the gathered figures. Sensing the weakened aura emanating from the ancient palace, many wasted no time in transforming into streaks of divine light, eagerly plunging into its depths without a second thought, heedless of the Supreme God Clan’s protests.
Observing the unfolding chaos, Jiang Luoshen moved to join the fray, only to be halted by Jiang Chen’s urgent cry from below. “Princess Luoshen, wait!” he exclaimed.
Frowning, Jiang Luoshen halted in her tracks, her expression one of irritation. Yet, recalling Jiang Chen’s previous displays of mysterious prowess, she begrudgingly acquiesced, her cold gaze fixed upon him. “If the ancestor’s relic is lost, you will bear the consequences,” she warned, her voice laced with venom.
Jiang Chen offered a wry smile. “Princess Luoshen, I sensed something amiss. Rushing in blindly may lead to harm,” he explained earnestly.
Though skeptical, Jiang Luoshen refrained from further retort, albeit with a trace of begrudging acknowledgment.
While many powerhouses hastened into the ancient palace, others opted for caution, choosing to observe from the sidelines. The Ancient Immortal Gu Family, Ancient Immortal Wang Family, Ancient Ye Clan, Emperor Mountain, and other Dao lineages remained composed, their gazes fixated on the ancient palace, their expressions a mosaic of intrigue and anticipation.
Boom! A sudden surge of energy rippled forth from the crack ahead, its intensity sending shockwaves through the gathered crowd. Then, in a breathtaking display, a burst of radiant sunshine erupted from the crevice, casting a kaleidoscope of colorful hues across the sky. Divine soldiers, sacred medicines, jade pots, and other treasures poured forth like a volcanic eruption, stunning onlookers into a momentary stupor.
But the awe quickly gave way to frantic excitement as the crowd surged forward, driven by the allure of these precious treasures. Even the previously composed elders now found themselves overcome with fervor, their eyes ablaze with greed as they recognized the value of the items emerging from the crack.
Amidst the chaos, even the geniuses of True Immortal Academy succumbed to the frenzy, transforming into streaks of divine light as they scrambled to claim their share of the bounty.
“Little Chen, do you see it? That lavender tablet is definitely a treasure. Seize the opportunity while you can,” urged the Immortal Boat Spirit, its voice tinged with excitement and urgency.
Jiang Chen’s gaze sharpened as he followed the spirit’s guidance, his eyes locking onto the coveted lavender tablet amidst the tumultuous sea of treasures. With determination in his heart, he moved swiftly to claim his prize before anyone else could lay their hands on it.
Sure enough, luck was on Jiang Chen’s side as, for some mundane reason, no one seemed to be vying for the lavender tablet at that moment. It drifted lazily out of the crack, seemingly destined to land unclaimed.
Seizing the opportunity, Jiang Chen sprang into action, darting towards the tablet with haste. Fortunately, amidst the chaos of treasures raining from the sky, his movements went unnoticed by the throng.
As he closed in on his prize, he couldn’t help but notice the malicious gaze of Jiang Ming, a young scion of the Supreme God Race, fixated on him. Jiang Luoshen, noticing her brother’s intent, inquired lightly about his intentions. Jiang Ming, his demeanor coy, simply remarked on Jiang Chen’s keen interest in the tablet before falling silent under his sister’s scrutiny.
Curiosity gnawed at Jiang Chen as he pursued the tablet, seeking answers from the Immortal Boat Spirit. Yet, even as he pressed forward, his excitement was tempered by a sudden realization. His heart sank as he watched a delicate figure, resembling a fairy in her ethereal beauty, stoop down and claim the tablet.
The girl’s pristine features and flowing attire captured Jiang Chen’s attention, freezing him in place as he watched her effortlessly seize the coveted treasure.
The girl possessed immaculate features, devoid of any imperfections, her skin akin to the purest suet jade, exuding an otherworldly radiance. Her demeanor exuded an icy aloofness, imbued with an ethereal energy that hinted at her ability to transcend mortal bounds and ascend to the fabled Immortal Palace.
“What do you want?” she queried, her voice cool and melodious, yet tinged with a palpable frostiness.
Even the large red bird perched on Jiang Chen’s shoulder shot him a disdainful glance, adding to the sense of chill in the air.
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Kieleana
Ehehe gu chungge you’re so bad lol