I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1295: In just the blink of an eye has passed, yet it reflects the boldness of desecrating the divine

The White Brow Star Lord had served as a loyal advisor to Chu Gucheng, the previous sovereign of Xianchu Haotu, occupying a vital role and overseeing countless matters in the domain. As hostile armies encircled Xianchu Haotu from every direction, he refused to run away and instead battled fiercely beside countless commanders and leaders. Yet, for all his prowess as an Ancestor Dao realm expert, the united might of rival groups eventually overpowered him, leading to his capture and sealing.

Exiled and locked away in a void cage, the Sacred Maiden Xiyuan faced her confinement. Still, even after seven days trapped inside, anxiety never gripped her, since she was certain Gu Changge would come to her aid when it served his own goals. In the end, though, Xiyin from Xiyuan Sacred Hall and her allies were the ones who liberated her, leaving the Maiden feeling a touch bewildered. Once freed, she never crossed paths with Gu Changge. It appeared that after masterminding the collapse of Xianchu Haotu, he slipped away from sight, vanishing completely like a ghost into the void.

Afterward, the Sacred Maiden Xiyuan joined Xiyin and the rest in handling the ruins left by Xianchu Haotu's downfall. During that epic clash, the Champion Marquis Chu Heng opted not to battle to the bitter end. The moment he grasped the white jade bottle holding Chu Wushang's authentic soul shard, enlightenment struck—he had been tricked by Chu Gucheng—and fury consumed him utterly. He swiftly commanded his supporters to yield. Thanks to Champion Marquis Chu Heng's betrayal, the lies spun by Chu Gucheng came to light, shaking the faith of Xianchu Haotu's devoted officials, who soon mimicked his surrender in droves.

Xianchu Haotu, formerly a realm of splendor and might, now lay in utter disarray, its frontiers devoured by invading otherworldly powers. The immortal Dao lineages that joined the massive assault seized the bulk of Xianchu Haotu's treasures and assets. Meanwhile, the Demon Court and Zixiao Mountain, positioned along Xianchu Haotu's edges, pushed forward to claim lands for themselves. Thus, Xianchu Haotu faded from existence, its majestic domains crumbling into wreckage, swallowed whole by neighboring dominions.

The chaos from the conflict dragged on for years in the wake. Xianchu Haotu's surviving insurgents scattered in flight, only to be relentlessly pursued and wiped out by the coalition of powers. Numerous ex-divine commanders and star lords either bowed in submission or met their doom. Captured and grilled by multiple Dao groups, the White Brow Star Lord spilled vital details from his soul's recollections about the Yinxu Cave's origins and hidden truths. At first, most dismissed the Yinxu Cave as a myth concocted by Black Calamity survivors, deeming it a mere illusion. But the divine soul memories of the White Brow Star Lord unveiled its reality, showing the Yinxu Cave as ancient, predating the Black Calamity and perhaps reaching back to the dawn of mythic eras.

Even with this discovery, skeptics scoffed at the notion, wondering how such a wondrous site could endure endless disasters without ever surfacing in history.

After all, the Black Calamity's lingering forces displayed terrifying strength, powerful enough to twist the recollections and destinies of Ancestor Dao realm entities.

Amid swirling arguments and divided views, the White Brow Star Lord stayed confined in Xiyuan Sacred Hall's Void Sky Prison, pending judgment until the ancient Xiyuan sage's return. At the same time, the black coffin that Zixiao Mountain's lord, Zhi Wanhe, had unleashed during Chu Gucheng's birthday feast—the Xianchu Haotu ruler's grand event—drew intense scrutiny. Suspicions turned toward Zixiao Mountain from many Dao lineages, who suspected its master of ties to the Black Calamity's survivors. That coffin, mirroring the world's burial vessel, stood as damning proof of such links.

Yet, once Xianchu Haotu crumbled, Zixiao Mountain's lord withdrew with his followers and publicly claimed the black coffin as an unintended find, uncertain if it linked to the Black Calamity remnants at all.

The Sacred Maiden Xiyuan and her allies could probe the black coffin's ties to the Black Calamity survivors themselves. Following Xianchu Haotu's demise, the coffin fell into the grasp of diverse Dao groups. As a copy of a famed civilization artifact, fake or not, it offered immense insights.

The Sacred Maiden Xiyuan herself delved into the black coffin's secrets, verifying that the swirling black mist within wasn't true essence of darkness—it merely mimicked the look. She suspected an imitator had crafted this fog to ape the Black Calamity remnants' dark essence.

This black mist could erode and corrupt the spirits of cultivators and creatures alike, posing real threats mainly to the weak in cultivation. But anyone beyond Immortal King realm could shatter it effortlessly. Even so, the black coffin had sown endless havoc across Xianchu Haotu.

Over the ensuing centuries, Xiyuan Civilization's Dao factions labored to mend the scars from Xianchu Haotu's ruin, aiming to restore order from the turmoil. The toppling of such an immortal empire was a seismic event, with word racing to distant civilizations and igniting massive waves of astonishment.

Factions that graced Chu Gucheng's birthday celebration—the Xianchu Haotu sovereign's lavish affair—reeled in shock upon hearing the outcome. Even the backers of old Jin from Xudan Civilization went quiet. Losing an Ancestor Dao figure in Xiyuan Civilization struck a devastating chord no group could shrug off.

Ancestor Dao births were exceedingly scarce, with scant few arising even after hundreds of eras. Blessed by the heavens with boundless fortune, Xianchu Haotu had birthed multiple Ancestor Dao powerhouses in merely over a century—a jaw-dropping miracle that stunned eras past and present.

Naturally, throughout this time, myriad sects and Dao realms monitored the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's stirrings closely. Especially Gu Changge, the enigmatic and unfathomable head of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, whose fame rippled through countless civilizations in the boundless cosmos.

Still, in the five centuries after Xianchu Haotu's fall, no trace of him surfaced—none knew his whereabouts post-clash, as though he had dissolved into nothingness. But by the sixth century following Xianchu Haotu's collapse, a Heaven-Slaying Alliance outpost quietly took shape in the forsaken grounds of the old realm.

Countless major and minor groups were swiftly drawn in. More precisely, they didn't get devoured; they eagerly aligned with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, merging into its fold. This sparked uproar in Xiyuan Civilization, pulling eyes from every Dao lineage.

Logically, a foreign entity like the Heaven-Slaying Alliance couldn't root itself in Xiyuan Civilization without centuries of buildup, facing fierce pushback from native Dao powers. Nevertheless, against all odds—including resistance from Xiyuan Sacred Hall—the Alliance's branch surged ahead, sprouting like a colossal tree that gripped the soil, branching out with explosive vigor.

Within a mere century, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance engulfed nearby cosmic star regions, Great Thousand Worlds, and Middle Thousand Worlds, amassing endless devotees and worshippers. Their faith energy roared like a stellar river, swirling and flowing through the cosmos's shadowy depths.

Across the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's domains, grand Heaven-Slaying Temples sprang up, each enshrining a hazy effigy of a youthful deity wreathed in ethereal vapors that hid its features. This deity loomed as if beyond all realms, surveying the infinite throngs of life with timeless grandeur. He embodied the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's most elusive supreme leader.Before these Heaven-Slaying Temples, no cultivator or creature dared show irreverence. Upon arrival, sincere prayers and ample offerings earned them the supreme leader's divine favor and safeguarding grace.

With this blistering growth, Heaven-Slaying Temples proliferated, claiming enormous swaths of former Xianchu Haotu lands. Xiyuan Civilization's Dao factions watched it unfold up close. They recognized it as the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's bold infiltration into their realm, yet none mustered the courage to halt it, much less dismantle it.

Though the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's chief had faded from view over time, his shadow loomed immense, weighing on every cultivator and being's soul with profound dread and veneration. This dynamic persisted for ages, until abruptly, the Demon Court of the Endless Demon Domain declared its merger with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, integrating as one of its pillars.

This bombshell rocked Xiyuan Civilization to its core, leaving myriad Dao lineages quaking in stunned horror. The Demon Court wasn't some trivial force; its Demon Ancestor, Emperor Hao, had braved eight Heavenly Calamities and outshone even Chu Gucheng, Xianchu Haotu's lord, in his prime.

Post the Xianchu Haotu-Demon Court war, the Seventh Prince, Emperor Kun, ascended as the fresh Demon Emperor, ruling over demonkind. In the years since, he spearheaded the Demon Court's legions in relentless conquests through the Endless Demon Domain, swelling its borders. Under relentless strain, defiant demon clans that once spurned Demon Court authority finally capitulated.

The Demon Court swelled in might relentlessly. Though it hadn't reclaimed its legendary supremacy—where it lorded over realms and commanded universal homage—its strength dwarfed its state from centuries prior. The new Demon Emperor's ruthless grip instilled terror in the court's demon overlords and warlords, with rebels facing Demon Court justice, even mighty Demon Lords slain without pity.

The choice to ally the Demon Court with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance came straight from the new Demon Emperor. As for the Demon Ancestor's silence or lack of protest, endless guesses swirled among Demon Court insiders. Truth be told, after Xianchu Haotu's tumble, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's leader had graced the Demon Court in person. Back then, the Seventh Prince—Emperor Kun before his coronation—escorted him. In the Demon Court's abyssal core, the Demon Ancestor hosted the Heaven-Slaying Alliance leader with profound deference.

Their exchange stayed hidden from the Demon Court's lords and generals, but all knew the Demon Ancestor erupted in rage afterward, on the verge of storming off. Only Emperor Kun's urging kept him there, barely containing his wrath.

Observers could plainly see Emperor Kun backed by the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's leader, fueling his audacity in assailing Xianchu Haotu. The Demon Court's other princes seethed, viewing themselves as pawns in Emperor Kun's game, convinced an open brawl would let them prevail.

As an eternal survivor of myriad ages, the Demon Ancestor Emperor Hao saw through how Gu Changge likely pulled strings in the Demon Court-Xianchu Haotu feud. Indeed, his youngest son's demise, Emperor Wen, traced back to Gu Changge's schemes.

Though ages had passed since that tragedy, the Demon Ancestor burned with fury at every recollection. What grated most was his cherished son Emperor Kun now revering Gu Changge above even his sire.

No outsiders spied the Demon Ancestor's clash with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance leader, but whispers raced through the Demon Court. Post-feast, it emerged the Demon Ancestor had struck at the leader, only to suffer a crushing blow from one attack. Humiliated by the loss, he withdrew into time-space's depths to heal, handing Demon Court reins to Emperor Kun.

From that instant, Emperor Kun locked in his Demon Emperor throne. These tales, though confined to Demon Court circles, leaked to numerous Dao lineages, delivering a thunderous jolt. The revelation that the formidable Demon Ancestor fell to the Heaven-Slaying Alliance leader's might sparked fears: who in Xiyuan Civilization could challenge him?

Decades following the Demon Court's alliance with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, word arrived from the Jing Clan in Shengyang Ancient Domain, proclaiming their pledge to join the Heaven-Slaying Alliance as a core member. The Jing Clan's forebear, Jing Tianyuan, hailed from the founder of Yuxian Palace's epoch—a genuine antique whose choice left all factions reeling in disbelief.

The Heaven-Slaying Alliance's meteoric ascent eclipsed even Xianchu Haotu's zenith. While Xianchu Haotu had drawn in sects and Dao paths during its rise, none rivaled the Demon Court or Jing Clan's clout. At its height, Xianchu Haotu scarcely equaled such titans.

In scant centuries, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance entrenched itself in Xiyuan Civilization, its roots rivaling time-honored Dao lineages and eternal empires.This surge bred anxiety and dread across the factions.

Xianchu Haotu once made them cautious, but how did the Heaven-Slaying Alliance stack against the shattered Xianchu Haotu?

A millennium flashed by like a dream. To Dao realm experts, a thousand years was a mere breath. In its expansion phase, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance of Xianling Civilization—though not matching Xiyuan Civilization's might—claimed all nearby real worlds, vast and humble, as its realm. Heaven-Slaying Temples erupted one by one through cosmic expanses, icons of devotion for tribes and forces, especially those civilizations clawing back from cosmic disasters.

Having weathered a universe-spanning ordeal, the Kunxu True World hungered for a fresh dawn.

In the Taixu Realm, before a soaring Heaven-Slaying Temple that pierced the skies like a divine fortress at heaven's peak, a veiled silhouette in gleaming silver armor poised gracefully, surveying the vast crowd of prostrating cultivators and creatures beyond the gates.

Her icy visage, frozen like an eternal glacier, at last thawed into a subtle grin.

“Fate’s Warrior, Chen Jinhang, has finally fulfilled her mission. The name of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance now echoes across the entire Taixu Realm.”

She lingered at the temple's threshold, and as the chorus of prayers and obeisance from myriad cultivators and beings swelled together, the god statue's foggy countenance inside—shrouded in haze—sharpened into clarity.

The deity stirred to life. His profound eyes, endless as the void itself, fixed upon her through endless ages and gulfs.

“What reward do you seek?”

The voice, grand and terrifying like a god-demon's roar, thundered once more in Chen Jinhang’s mind.

She remembered her sister's heartless desertion at the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons and the day she forged her form anew in a forsaken shrine, claiming eternal life.

That wild, obsessive craving flared within her again.

“The Fate’s Warrior asks for no reward but is willing to dedicate everything to the great Lord of Heaven-Slaying,” Chen Jinhang declared, her eyes wild with fervor, her tone firm and unyielding as she fixed on the temple, zeroing in on the young god's statue that pulsed with vitality.

“A person with a peculiar fate… how interesting,” the voice replied, laced with playful intrigue. “You have the boldness to desecrate the divine, yet why do you hesitate to act?”

“Hehehe… how about I give you a hand and bring this god down to the mortal realm?”

In the infinite emptiness, a curious gaze sliced through the cosmic veil, descending into the Kunxu True World.