I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1289: All the world will join in and eradicate us. Father, we are finished

“This matter is actually very simple. You can rest assured, there will be no danger.”

The twisting black fog parted, unveiling several indistinct visages—some belonging to males, others to females, some human, and some from alien lineages.

Every one of their stares brimmed with intense examination and odd hues as they fixed upon Zi Wanhe, leaving him gripped by a profound discomfort.

“Is there nothing else?” Zi Wanhe inquired with a low rumble.

He remained clueless about the reasons behind these entities' desire to delve into Gu Changge’s history, yet it appeared their scheme had been brewing even prior to the epic clash between Xian Chu Haotu and Gu Changge.

Zi Wanhe had encountered Gu Changge merely once. Yet the horrifying spectacle from that encounter lingered eternally in his mind. Even the torment of the Bridal Gown Immortal Decision, which had plagued him for endless years, had been undone through Gu Changge’s hand.

Naturally, his very existence hung by the thread of Gu Changge’s whim.

These entities sought to have him unearth Gu Changge’s true nature and roots, but the sheer audacity of such a demand left him paralyzed with fear.

“There is nothing else. As long as you complete this task, our transaction will be finished.”

The stares from the silhouettes amid the black fog faded swiftly, their features dissolving into wisps of vapor.

Upon confirming the total vanishing of these silhouettes, Zi Wanhe exhaled deeply and averted his eyes.

“The Champion Marquis of Xian Chu Haotu has abruptly pulled back his forces at this juncture… what could this signify?”

Remembrances of the dispatches from Zixiao Mountain’s elders then flooded his thoughts, knitting his forehead in concern.

Theoretically, with Xian Chu Haotu’s strength so severely depleted, it marked the ideal occasion for Zixiao Mountain to unleash a massive offensive.

However, absent Gu Changge’s directive, Zi Wanhe refrained from any bold moves, merely commanding Zixiao Mountain’s followers to hold their positions without advancing.

Along Xian Chu Haotu’s frontiers, Champion Marquis Chu Heng’s sudden retreat of his legions ignited chaos across the domain.

The realm quaked in sheer disbelief.

This pivotal phase in the standoff involving Xian Chu Haotu, the Demon Court, and Zixiao Mountain begged the question: why would the Champion Marquis yank his troops now? Had an unforeseen crisis erupted in the Imperial Capital, compelling his aid?

Or perhaps Xian Chu Haotu had forsaken its outer lands to bolster its core?

Yet, at this juncture, neither the Demon Court nor Zixiao Mountain pressed the advantage, leaving observers baffled.

Confusion reigned supreme, with wild theories proliferating unchecked.

The report of the Champion Marquis’s withdrawal rippled shockwaves through every edge of Xian Chu Haotu’s boundaries.

Within Xian Chu Haotu’s Imperial Capital, Chu Gucheng had been pondering ways to heal his master Fa Sheng’s grievous wound. Yet the urgent bulletin arrived instantly, twisting his features in alarm while his concealed hand balled into a tight knot.

“How dare the Champion Marquis abandon the frontier without my command?”

“Who permitted his march to the Imperial Capital? Who will safeguard the borders now?”

Wrath consumed his visage, unleashing a torrent of rage.

All attendants and handmaidens quivered in terror, prostrating themselves on the floor.

Chu Gucheng failed to grasp how the Champion Marquis could defy him so brazenly by deserting his station amid such peril.

Should the Demon Court and Zixiao Mountain advance, Xian Chu Haotu’s expansive domains—nay, its very nucleus—would crumble into ruin.

In this hour, the Champion Marquis’s desertion not only shattered Xian Chu Haotu’s fighting spirit but delivered a stinging rebuke to him as sovereign!

The Imperial Capital’s other officials reeled too, steeped in bewilderment. Whispers swirled that the Champion Marquis might have heeded a secret decree from the throne to relinquish the fringes.

“It appears Xian Chu Haotu’s turmoil won’t subside anytime soon. The Champion Marquis’s return to the Imperial Capital during this dire phase suggests more than just vengeance for his spouse.”

The elder Xing Ying from Yin Xu Cave lingered in Xian Chu Haotu, residing still within the Imperial Capital. Her silver eyes peered beyond the city walls, mirroring visions of carnage and inferno.

At these words, Bai Mei Xing Jun’s countenance hardened with gravity, prompting him to query, “Senior Sister, shall we hasten back to Yin Xu Cave and implore Master’s aid?”

Xing Ying dismissed the notion with a shake of her head, then scoffed, “If Master intended to step in, he’d not have dispatched us. I once believed Master pinned grand expectations on Chu Gucheng, but the latest fray revealed him as mere fodder. To avoid becoming expendable ourselves, we must observe the game board keenly and refrain from hasty dashes.”

Bai Mei Xing Jun inwardly heaved a sigh. He understood his Master’s temperament well. Though all were his pupils, to such a transcendent force, they amounted to trifling tokens, readily cast aside once their value waned.

“Excellent! The Marquis is heading back to the Imperial Capital.”

“With the Marquis’s arrival, justice will finally be served for us.”

In the ex-Grand Tutor’s manor, Han Feng, Chu Bai, and their companions erupted in jubilation at the tidings.

Though they had reclaimed the Champion Marquis’s wife’s remains from the Imperial Tomb, no artifacts had surfaced.

The sought-after jade pendant eluded them, plunging them into deep dejection. Still, reflection brought clarity: it was predictable. Chu Gucheng’s cunning ensured no vital clues would linger.

In the ensuing days, unrest gripped Xian Chu Haotu with mounting ferocity.

Tumult erupted across numerous territories under its sway. The havoc from the prior black coffin’s descent lingered unresolved, only for fresh tempests to brew.

Despite Chu Gucheng unleashing hordes of loyal agents to quell the disorder, their efforts proved futile.

Post the showdown with Gu Changge, Xian Chu Haotu bore catastrophic wounds, drawing vigilant eyes from myriad sects and powers.

Though Zixiao Mountain and the Demon Court withheld fresh assaults, their hosts loomed at the edges, imposing relentless strain.

In Xian Chu Haotu’s peripheral zones, lesser sects exploited the disarray for gain.

The site of the former cataclysm blazed with unrelenting fires, claiming myriad souls. The carnage and retributive forces from that melee surged outward like a deluge.

Vibrant ecosystems of old fell victim, swiftly withering into stark wastelands amid the devouring karmic blazes.

This catastrophe demanded reckoning, beyond mortal might to avert.

During Xian Chu Haotu’s zenith, its immense destiny had crushed all woes by sheer force. But now, with fortune ebbing and loyalties fracturing, the battle’s vast slaughter recoiled upon them.

The fresh horrors befalling Xian Chu Haotu sent shudders through factions across the Xiyuan Civilization, heralding an imminent shattering of the grand order.

Even amid this abyss, Chu Gucheng schemed to forge the Xiyuan Alliance, yearning for Xiyuan Holy Hall’s succor.

To that aim, the Xiyuan Saintess reemerged in the Imperial Capital, rallying aid from sects and clans alike.

Such groups voiced bewilderment, pondering why the Xiyuan Saintess clung to Xian Chu Haotu rather than fleeing.

On that very day, distant from Xian Chu Haotu in the Xiyuan Civilization’s core, stirrings arose within the Xiyuan Holy Hall.

An archaic presence, a living fossil-tier elder, stepped forth. Known as Xi Yin, she was a follower of the departed Xiyuan Holy Hall founder Xi Nu, her rank surpassing even the reigning Xiyuan Saintess.

This Xiyuan Holy Hall luminary had secluded herself in the hall’s profound depths, attuning to the Dao amid time’s currents, absent from the world for countless ages.

Her current unveiling stemmed not from personal urge but a summons by another living fossil ancient. That being was Jing Tianyuan, Jing Clan progenitor, who had manifested in the Shengyang Ancient Domain before.

Jing Tianyuan hailed from the era of Yu Xian Palace’s Grandmaster, his heritage renowned. Accompanied by throngs of Jing Clan elders, he stationed himself beyond the Xiyuan Holy Hall to confer with its guardians.

Straightforwardly, he declared Xian Chu Haotu’s pact with black calamity survivors and the captivity of the authentic Xiyuan Saintess.

The Xiyuan Saintess seen in Xian Chu Haotu was a fraud. This revelation ignited frenzy in the Xiyuan Holy Hall, summoning elders and acolytes in haste.

From lesser tongues, such accusations might ring hollow. But from Jing Tianyuan, veteran of black calamity wars beside Yu Xian Palace’s Grandmaster, credibility surged.

Numerous Xiyuan Holy Hall elders harbored nagging doubts already, detecting irregularities.

After all, the Xiyuan Saintess had ventured to Xian Chu Haotu for a feast, slated to depart shortly thereafter. Yet she lingered.

Furthermore, her advocacy for a union with Xian Chu Haotu struck intimates as preposterous fantasy.

Jing Tianyuan voiced his intent openly, informing Xiyuan Holy Hall elders of his mission on behalf of allies to liberate the captive Xiyuan Saintess and avert Xiyuan Civilization’s doom.

Xiyuan Holy Hall elders wasted no time, plunging into the hall’s inner sanctums to rouse secluded forebears and forge links.

Should calamity have befallen the Saintess, the fallout defied comprehension.

“I just employed the Reincarnation Mirror’s might to probe somewhat, and sure enough, anomalies surfaced. Black fog now engulfs Xian Chu Haotu, severing our ties to the Saintess.”

“The Reincarnation Mirror’s bond with her stands broken.”

Xi Yin, despite her Xiyuan Holy Hall elder status, manifested as a poised matron of striking allure.

Her tresses coiled in ethereal clouds, secured by jade ornaments, clad in somber imperial robes that accentuated her lithe, elegant form and captivating beauty. A droplet mole by her eye lent an enigmatic allure.

Her brows creased faintly as she peered across vast voids toward Xian Chu Haotu.

Xiyuan Holy Hall elders’ expressions twisted in shock, anxiety swelling among them.

Jing Tianyuan, though weathered and gaunt, radiated refined poise. He inclined his head at the revelation, stating, “This very crisis draws me here to confer with Xiyuan Holy Hall on rescuing the Xiyuan Saintess and quelling this scourge upon the Xiyuan Civilization.”

Xi Yin dipped her head in acknowledgment, replying, “Senior Jing, your foresight honors us. In my Master’s name, I extend gratitude. The Saintess, as my Master’s cherished heir, boasts prodigious gifts and safeguards aplenty. Peril should not claim her swiftly.”

“Pray tell, Senior Jing, who bid you seek Xiyuan Holy Hall’s aid?”

Doubt flickered across her features as she spoke.

Jing Tianyuan chuckled deeply, responding, “Patience, fellow Daoist. You shall encounter Young Master Gu shortly. In truth, my resurgence owes to Young Master Gu’s benevolence.”

“Young Master Gu?”

Xi Yin’s brows knit once more. A flicker of insight then illuminated her mind, unveiling the Xiyuan Civilization’s late upheavals.

For one of her stature, scant enigmas endured; pivotal happenings yielded to mere contemplation and divination.

Matters of such weight, universally acknowledged, lay well within her grasp.

“Ah, so these are the recent developments.”

Presently, Xi Yin’s demeanor steadied, and she nodded. Summoning a decree personally, radiant beams pierced the cosmos, dispatching Xiyuan Holy Hall’s mandates to distant sects and powers.

“I’ve inscribed the Xiyuan Order, rallying allies to purge Xian Chu Haotu’s ties with black calamity holdouts,” Xi Yin announced.

The Xiyuan Order stood as Xiyuan Holy Hall’s rare fiat, invoked solely amid civilization-spanning strife or apocalypse.

Xi Yin’s prompt deployment underscored her view of the peril’s gravity.

Jing Tianyuan nodded approvingly, declaring, “Delay avails us naught. Prolonged inaction heightens the Xiyuan Saintess’s peril.”

“I’ve mustered Jing Clan’s finest and liaised with Yu Xian Palace. This time, we secure her deliverance unerringly.”

Xiyuan Holy Hall elders stirred with profound emotion at his words.

This venerable sage embodied unwavering righteousness and compassion.

Xi Yin assented with a nod, “Senior Jing, we value your vigilance. Urgency demands we depart at once. I yearn to witness Xian Chu Haotu’s remaining might.”

Jing Tianyuan grinned, “So be it. We’ll converge with Young Master Gu and his cohort.”

A subtle shift crossed Xi Yin’s face.

Curiosity gnawed at her regarding the Alliance to Destroy the Heavens’ chief, yet she held her tongue now.

Beyond Xiyuan Holy Hall, a colossal rift tore through space. Xi Yin spearheaded the exodus, escorting myriad elders, as Jing Tianyuan trailed with Jing Clan’s vanguard.

Concurrently, the Xiyuan Order’s dissemination across realms unleashed monumental shockwaves.

Light Ming Temple, God Piercing Cave, Tathagata’s Buddha Country, Immortal Lake, Paradise Cave… legions of sacred lineages quaked, disbelief rampant.

“Xiyuan Holy Hall unleashes the Xiyuan Order, forging unity to annihilate Xian Chu Haotu…”

“What madness is this?”

“Issued by a Xiyuan Holy Hall elder herself! It accuses Xian Chu Haotu of pacting with black calamity survivors, ensnaring the genuine Xiyuan Saintess, substituting a pretender to sow discord in the Xiyuan Civilization and unleash anarchy.”

“All realms, converge to obliterate them.”

The domain convulsed in frenzy.

Cultivators and entities alike gaped in stunned silence at the proclamation, faith shattered.

This brazen ploy sought to hoodwink the Xiyuan Civilization wholesale, scorning law and crushing edicts.

“No surprise the affair reeked of deceit. The Xiyuan Saintess’s conduct then was utterly bizarre.”

“If the Xiyuan Order holds true, Xian Chu Haotu has overreached gravely. Impersonating the Xiyuan Saintess? Unthinkable audacity.”

Sects and alliances reeled in horror and outrage.

The Xiyuan Civilization plunged into pandemonium over the revelation. Deep in Yu Xian Palace, returned Ling Yu Xian conferred with sister Ling Yu Ling on the crisis.

Besides, Yu Xian Palace had fielded a summons from Jing Clan, urging coalition to eradicate Xian Chu Haotu and black calamity dregs.

“You venture with an ancestral Dao realm elder this round. Xian Chu Haotu’s doom is etched; no sect will forgo devouring its remnants,” Ling Yu Ling murmured gently.

“Did Xian Chu Haotu truly ally with black calamity survivors?” Ling Yu Xian queried, still adrift in doubt.

Ling Yu Ling’s eyes clouded with intricacy, shaking her head as she said, “True collusion matters little now. As walls crumble, all shove; as trees topple, apes flee. Xian Chu Haotu’s feigning of the Xiyuan Saintess crossed every bound. Salvation eludes them utterly.”

Xian Chu Haotu’s end was inexorably decreed. Their rout by Gu Changge had stripped all revival’s spark.

Ling Yu Ling had foreseen this demise, though its velocity astounded her, denying Xian Chu Haotu any counterstroke.

“Father, we are doomed…”

In Xian Chu Haotu’s Imperial Capital, First Prince Chu Wushang paled to ashen, teetering on collapse.

Chu Gucheng’s heirs, the palace consorts, and court dignitaries a