I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1292: The enemy that can never be defeated, I am the heaven of the world

This enormous and unimaginable foe had reappeared at the boundary of the Celestial Chu world, remaining as composed and detached as he was on that fateful day.

Within those profound eyes, no trace of emotion could be discerned, and nothing that transpired would stir the slightest wave in them.

“Why? Why does it end up like this after all?”

Chu Gucheng found himself encircled by multiple assailants once more, blood trickling from his mouth and nose, his form broken, and his protective armor utterly ripped to shreds. He gazed unyieldingly at Gu Changge, his eyes brimming with reluctance.

Following the unforeseen disruption in the True Realm, Gu Changge opted to depart without further action. This granted Chu Gucheng a short respite to regroup. He believed he might gain at least a little time for healing.

Yet, who could have foreseen that within a mere month, the Celestial Chu world would endure total ruin?

Everything unfolded with alarming speed, and that fleeting chance for recovery slipped away in a flash.

The result appeared sealed from that very day. Every struggle and effort over the recent days proved futile—mere pointless resistance.

From beyond the heavens, Gu Changge observed the chaos with serene detachment. He refrained from any involvement, simply awaiting the final collapse of the Celestial Chu world.

Even as several foes hemmed him in, Chu Gucheng kept his gaze locked on him, refusing to yield.

All at once, he caught a subtle motion on Gu Changge’s lips, yet the vast distance prevented him from catching the words spoken.

His reluctance persisted, his stare fixed firmly on Gu Changge.

Observing this, Gu Changge appeared to harbor a touch of pity for Chu Gucheng, a subtle grin curving his lips, reminiscent of someone beholding a futile wriggle from a soon-to-perish bug.

Another blow struck Chu Gucheng, a palm slamming into his torso. His armor fragmented entirely, and his chest nearly caved in. At last, he comprehended the earlier words from Gu Changge:

“Because I am the enemy you can never overcome.”

“Now I get it… now I get it…”

With a face twisted in bitterness, Chu Gucheng plummeted from the skies, his body in ruins, blood staining his features and oozing from every pore. His war gear was drenched completely in crimson.

“Lord…”

Numerous generals who had battled beside him exclaimed in shock. A few attempted to dash forward and seize his falling form.

However, from the distance, a horrifying fist imprint crashed down, quaking the cosmos. With a thunderous explosion, the individual was ripped asunder, transformed into a mist of blood, their spirit eradicated instantly.

“Kill! These invaders seek to demolish our Celestial Chu world, so we shall battle them until the bitter end. None shall desecrate our home!”

Chu Gucheng’s old follower, the Eight-Headed True God, had nearly ventured to the Immortal Spirit Civilization to probe the Destroying Heaven Alliance’s secrets. But Chu Gucheng summoned him back mid-journey, sparing him from calamity.

At present, his gaze burned with rage, each of his heads flaring with intense fury. He bellowed and lunged ahead, forsaking his typical wariness, charging boldly into combat against a Dao Realm expert. Boundless power surged outward, ultimately ravaging the nearby cosmos and triggering its breakdown.

Soon after, yet another Dao Realm combatant joined the fray. Together, they overwhelmed and slew the Eight-Headed True God, his vital essence spilling into the endless void.

Chu Gucheng sprawled in a sea of blood, the sights around him blurring into haze. He witnessed his loyal subordinates clashing with unyielding desperation. Even Chu Heng, the champion lord who once nearly confronted him in the grand hall, now waged a savage fight against numerous adversaries, directing his troops in relentless carnage.

The other regions faced equal savagery. Some yielded to survive, while others pledged to fight on relentlessly.

A few of his kin battled fiercely as well. Past companions, some had seized supplies and escaped, but others stood firm until their final breaths.

Regret stirred within Chu Gucheng. Had he chosen differently in the past, might the outcome have shifted?

Yet, no alternative existed for him. An unseen force orchestrated it all from the shadows, driving him inexorably toward this hopeless abyss.

The firmament quaked fiercely, and a pristine, unblemished palm of jade hue descended anew from above. The realm appeared to waver, on the verge of total obliteration from existence.

“Where have you confined Saintess Xiyuan within the Celestial Chu world?” Xiyin demanded icily, fixing her stare on Chu Gucheng, her digits swirling with profound Dao essences that bore down on all present.

Chu Gucheng erupted in manic laughter, ignoring the grievous injuries gushing blood, and declared, “Saintess Xiyuan chose to defy my Celestial Chu world. She was banished long ago, locked away in the infinite voids of space-time. You shall never locate her.”

He ascended once more, facing off against the horde of foes. His locks tangled wildly, his frame slick with gore, as though reason had utterly deserted him.

The myriad divine techniques and insights he had honed across hundreds of thousands of years, coupled with fearsome supreme artifacts and taboo relics, all burst forth. A splendorous divine might surged, rattling the epochs past and future, akin to myriad suns detonating across the infinite cosmos. The cataclysmic force razed all in its wake, as adjacent space-time and the starry expanse crumbled without a whisper.

Onlookers in the Ancestor Dao realm quivered at the spectacle, grasping that Chu Gucheng waged a suicidal war, bent on mutual destruction with his adversaries.

“You seek your own demise!”

Xiyin’s wrath blazed fiercer. Her authentic manifestation arrived, and she swung her palm in a devastating arc, erasing all it touched. Radiant Dao luminosities radiated from her elegant hand, with myriads of Dao principles manifesting, evoking the dawn of cosmic genesis, poised to rend the primordial chaos anew.

With a casual gesture, celestial bodies reformed, gleaming brilliantly amid swirling chaotic vapors, hurtling toward the vanguard.

The clash, upending antiquity and modernity, promptly engulfed the infinite space-time, shattering immense swaths of universal laws. Innumerable souls and cultivators shuddered in terror.

“This spectacle is what you wished to witness, right?”

In a hushed instant, a voice tinged with faint lament echoed beside Gu Changge’s ear.

Ling Yuxian lingered amid the gales, stationed ahead of the archaic battleship. Her ebony tresses danced, and her luminous gaze fixed on the raging conflict ravaging the Celestial Chu world.

Gu Changge stayed facing forward, serenely surveying the wartime turmoil encircling them.

“As anticipated,” he replied evenly.

“The Celestial Chu world truly faces annihilation…”

Ling Yuxian betrayed no overt grief, yet beholding such an eternal realm crumble and dissolve so swiftly stirred intricate emotions within her.

Peaks and valleys fractured, the ground rent asunder, and ethereal peaks with isles adrift in the stellar ocean tumbled and faded.

Even in remote expanses, vital worlds snuffed out rapidly, plunging into perpetual hush. Though heartbreaking, the vista held a grand allure.

The immense stellar streams, the limitless cosmos—at this juncture, they mimicked resplendent pyrotechnics, blooming in splendor for a heartbeat before vanishing into endless night.

“The Celestial Chu world invited its own downfall. Such is its destiny,” Gu Changge shifted his view, glancing at Ling Yuxian nearby.

Ling Yuxian inclined her head, preferring silence on the matter. She stood intimately close to Gu Changge, and a light wind carried her hair against his form, wafting a subtle, elegant scent.

In that instant, a faint uncertainty crossed her features, as if words hovered on her tongue yet remained unspoken.

“Following your clash with Chu Gucheng, you haven’t gone back to the Imperial Immortal Palace…” After a brief pause, she murmured gently.

Ling Yuxian pondered why Gu Changge had unsettled the True Realm that day, summoning its phantom visage to persist through the planes. He had thwarted Chu Gucheng’s passage through the Heavenly Decay Tribulation. Though the calamity would have ensnared him, it did not.

Afterward, Gu Changge vanished. She assumed he’d head to the Imperial Immortal Palace, but her return revealed his absence.

Only through her forebear, Jing Tianyuan of the Jing Clan, did she learn of Saintess Xiyuan’s plan to rally Daoist sects against the Celestial Chu world, reuniting her with Gu Changge amid the coalition of clans.

“Are you concerned for my well-being?” Gu Changge queried with a sudden grin.

Ling Yuxian let out a soft hum, offering no denial.

“From time immemorial, those marked by the True Realm meet grim fates,” she stated, her porcelain complexion aglow with soft luster. Her crimson lips, pearly dentition, and refined profile lent her an air of poise. Her eyes, rippling like clear pools, met Gu Changge’s as she continued.

Particularly since Gu Changge had founded the “Defying Heaven Alliance,” deemed an insubordinate entity. Upon reflection, Xiyin found it unsurprising that the True Realm had taken notice of him.

“What of the True Realm? One day, I shall call upon it myself,” Gu Changge responded smilingly, utterly unperturbed.

“Is this the real drive for your pursuit of Defying Heaven?” Ling Yuxian regarded him intently, her stunning eyes alight, as though a revelation had dawned on her regarding Gu Changge’s motives.

If this underpinned Gu Changge’s creation of the Defying Heaven Alliance, then linking it to the alliance’s aims and his deeds in the Xiyuan Civilization, all pieces aligned.

Ling Yuxian transcended the ordinary; she fully grasped the True Realm’s significance to myriad existences. Even she and her sibling, Ling Yuling, shunned mention of it.

“Then what do you suppose my aim ought to be? To dominate the realms, revive the Heavenly Organization, or dismantle the Heavenly Dao’s authority and forge unity across the boundless expanse?” Gu Changge chuckled softly.

Ling Yuxian shook her head, her cascading raven locks shifting. She eyed him gravely and affirmed, “No, I trust you.”

“Your trust holds no weight for me. I require no one’s faith,” Gu Changge dismissed with a shake of his head and a smile, his expression reverting to its habitual serene aloofness.

Ling Yuxian’s visage grew even more intricate. The Defying Heaven path brimmed with hardship. Innumerable forerunners had trod it, only to falter ultimately. It was a trail beset by barbs and mire, an impasse without retreat, fated for defeat.

For both the Newborn True Realm and Ancient True Realm, amid each cosmic ordeal, myriad Heaven Defiers arose, yet their ends? The more oblivious and bold they proved, the swifter their doom.

Even Ancestor Dao entities who endured the Seven Heavenly Decay Tribulations, or those nearing their journeys’ close, held the True Realm in profound awe.

The greater one’s stature, the clearer the perils of this route, and the slimmer the odds of triumph.

Ling Yuxian trailed Gu Changge’s silhouette from the ancient warship. Her thoughts lingered on prior complexities. Snapping back, she found them in a desolate stellar zone, ringed by massive stellar debris drifting in the emptiness, with scattered cadavers visible afar.

“While others battle with reckless abandon, storming ahead heedless of demise. You, having kindled the blaze in the Celestial Chu world, seek to depart with such poise. Isn’t that a touch too effortless?” Gu Changge remarked evenly, advancing toward her unhurriedly, hands clasped behind, his voice detached.

The void ahead warped and undulated. With one finger, he rent the fabric of reality, hurling a feeble, aged silhouette backward amid coughs of blood. His garments shredded, his countenance smeared with gore and dread.

“You… you…”

The silhouette belonged to Elder Jin of the Xudan Civilization. He had allied with Chu Gucheng and kin against Gu Changge, suffering grave harm. Thereafter, he had healed in the Celestial Chu world, intending to flee upon partial recovery and rejoin the Xudan Civilization.

But as the Celestial Chu world confronted its apocalypse, he harbored no wish to perish defending it. Seizing a moment, he aimed to slip into the temporal flows.

Regrettably, Gu Changge had spotted him long before.

“You fiend, you’ve plotted against countless lives, and karma shall claim you. If the heavens spare you, others won’t,” Elder Jin spat, bloodied visage twisted. The prior rift had almost impaled him, aggravating his dire state. Against Gu Changge, flight seemed impossible.

“I embody the heaven for all beings in the realms. Let’s see who dares topple me,” Gu Changge scoffed derisively, his stare icy.

“Karma turns like a wheel. The deeds you plant now will harvest later. No matter your might or hubris, judgment will find you,” Elder Jin clenched his jaws, reluctance etching his features. He knew Gu Changge would spare him no mercy.

Suddenly, a dread presence burst from his erstwhile vacant brow. The cosmos shuddered, myriad space-time strata echoing the quake.

He readied for implosion, offering his Dao fruit to drag Gu Changge into oblivion.

Such a detonation by an Ancestor Dao entity was an epochal rarity, unseen across eons.

The ripples from Elder Jin’s outburst coursed through time’s stream, spanning the infinite voids. Myriad nodes of space and time buckled under the inexorable might.

Yet Gu Changge had foreseen Elder Jin’s ploy. In his grasp materialized a radiant sphere, brimming with inexhaustible Great Dao aura. It gleamed with arcane profundity, encompassing myriad stars, endless epochs and voids, and the measureless cosmos.

This was the Civilizational Treasure, the Great Wish Orb.

With a wrist flick, Gu Changge lifted his arm, unleashing rays of sacred brilliance. The Great Wish Orb ascended like a luminous moon over the realms, promptly enveloping Elder Jin.

The roiling, infinite vigor collided internally, akin to clashing oceans, yet failed to breach outward.

Elder Jin’s eyes bulged in disbelief at the sight, powerless as his Dao fruit crumbled and the rampant force got absorbed into the luminous orb.

Though not a primordial Civilizational Treasure, the Great Wish Orb stood as a paramount relic, crafted from a grand civilization’s collective might and trove.

Shouldering the cataclysmic output of an Ancestor Dao entity posed no challenge.

Gu Changge planned to refine the Great Wish Orb anew, and Elder Jin’s detonated essence would fuel its self-sustenance for ages.

“Is that a Civilizational Treasure?”

Ling Yuxian gaped at the unfolding. She had anticipated an Ancestor Dao self-destruction to ravage the entire Xianchu Hao domain and scourge the vicinity. Yet, it fizzled quietly without fanfare.

Gu Changge gave a slight nod, offering no elaboration, and tucked the Great Wish Orb away offhandedly.

This display was deliberate for Ling Yuxian’s eyes. The Great Wish Orb paled beside inaugural Civilizational Treasures like the Eternal Life Door or Mirror of Reincarnation. Its exposure carried little risk.

“This must be a successor to a first-generation Civilizational Treasure, shaped by a subsequent civilization…”

Ling Yuxian collected herself. Her discerning sight readily differentiated the Great Wish Orb from pristine ones like the Eternal Life Door.

Now, Gu Changge had unveiled the Great Wish Orb before her.

The demise of an Ancestor Dao entity would once have stirred tempests, but amid the current carnage, few spared it thought.

Fallen souls numbered beyond count. Crimson lances pierced from the celestial depths, inundating the Four Seas and Eight Desolates, testament to the slaughter of myriad titans.

Even Dao realm figures found no sanctuary in this war, much less lesser beings.

In a fractured and barren stellar array, a flying