I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1302: The Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat stands for the Way of Humanity
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The leader of Heaven’s Defeat approached.
At first, the crowd believed that Longming Daojun’s arrival would spark a clash with Xiyin, or at minimum, some biting sarcasm or taunts.
Yet, he discussed all those old events with such composure, like they no longer mattered to him in the slightest. This left many stunned and taken aback. Still, it revealed Longming Daojun’s vast and unrestrained spirit. He had genuinely released all former grudges and disputes, displaying a demeanor so effortless that it earned genuine respect.
The Xiyuan Saintess felt considerable surprise too. Longming Daojun hadn’t left much of an impact on her.
If anything stood out, it was his unyielding resolve and drive, accomplishments beyond what most regular folks could dream of.
During her journeys across the world long ago, countless admirers pursued her, and Longming Daojun ranked among the most tenacious.
As the Xiyuan Saintess wandered realms, she gazed upon the endless flow of existence and pondered the ordinary affairs of life. Those pursuers never caught her notice, fading like fleeting clouds, soon erased from memory. Truth be told, without Longming Daojun raising the topic today, she might never have recalled him as one of her suitors.
Relative to those in the ancestral Dao realm, her years seemed brief, yet against her old contemporaries, they stretched into eternity. Most of her past companions had long cycled into rebirth, crumbling to nothing, with scarce few matching her stride.
“Longming Daojun, no need for modesty. Countless prodigies with peerless gifts, who overshadowed eras, have fallen along this road.”
“Your progress to this point truly astonishes everyone.”
“My senior sister’s words back then were meant to protect me. If Longming Daojun still harbors resentment, I offer my sincere apologies right here,” the Xiyuan Saintess stated.
She knew well the rift between her senior sister Xiyin and Longming Daojun.
In those days, Xiyin merely sought to shield her cultivation from Longming Daojun and the rest.
After all, no Saintess of Xiyin’s Sacred Hall had ever chosen a mate. No matter how ardent the suitors, nothing could come of it. Wasting effort proved pointless; better to devote herself to practice.
Xiyin’s forecast that Longming Daojun would fail to enter the Dao realm arose in that context. For at the time, among all who courted the Xiyuan Saintess, Longming Daojun possessed the feeblest aptitude and the shallowest cultivation.
Xiyin kept her face serene and unaffected. Though Longming Daojun chatted so lightly and even honored her greatly, she sensed mockery lurking beneath.
Particularly as he brought it up before the entire assembly.
She refused to think Longming Daojun acted without purpose.
But with his cultivation now eclipsing hers, she held her tongue, knowing any retort would seem ridiculous and diminish her.
“Where there’s determination, success follows. Often, the gap between prediction and reality boils down to sheer persistence.”
“No need for apologies from the Xiyuan Saintess. My earlier words were sincere. I bear no ill will toward Senior Xiyin. Besides, if she had chosen to block me then, a single strike from her palm would have ended me. From a different view, her words served as tempering and motivation for my path.”
Longming Daojun inclined his head with a smile, his face relaxed. Though his looks were ordinary, he carried an air of elevation, beyond the everyday grind.
“I’ve gained insight.”
The Xiyuan Saintess gave a faint nod as well.
Longming Daojun now projected a fresh vibe to her—a presence of assurance, poise, and easygoing freedom, like one who had risen above worldly ties.
His statements left the onlookers in a daze.
Plenty paused to mull it over, sensing truth in Longming Daojun’s points, laced with a deep yet straightforward wisdom.
Just Xiyin’s look stayed awkward. Longming Daojun’s remarks painted her as small-hearted and spiteful. She spotted numerous cultivators eyeing her, eager for her reply.
Not far off, various ancient powers wore grins of amusement and derision, as though itching for the drama to escalate.
“Haha, splendid words—‘Where there’s a will, there’s a way’.”
“You’ve broadened my horizons today.”
All at once, as Xiyin prepared to respond, a booming, vigorous chuckle echoed from the distance.
An old man with flowing whiskers and an elegant, bookish vibe, the esteemed senior of the Jingshan clan, traversed stars one by one, guffawing as he drew near.
Trailing him came a host of cultivators radiating mighty presences, including several at the Dao realm.
This laughter jolted many present cultivators and entities, who whipped their gazes toward it. Yuxian Palace elders showed even greater shock, hastily shifting into streaking rainbows to welcome him with deep reverence.
“The Jing Clan’s forebear, Jing Tianyuan—I never thought he’d show up too.”
One person identified the chuckling elder’s identity upon his approach and felt profound tremors.
Heads of great immortal Dao lineages widened their eyes in alarm, granting this figure utmost regard and focus.
The Jing Clan’s ancestor boasted a uniquely elevated rank and lineage, wielding tremendous weight in the modern Xiyuan civilization.
Moreover, whispers abounded of the Jing Clan forebears’ close ties to Yuxian Palace, links reaching back to the time predating its founding by the palace’s own ancestors.
“Such a vibrant gathering, with all these prominent figures assembled.”
Jing Xiao and Jing Xiang, the sibling pair, joined the Jing Clan members shadowing Jing Tianyuan.
They reeled from the extraordinary spectacle unfolding at Yuxian Palace this day.
Jing Xiao especially spotted her mentor, Elder Jiulin, positioned near a cluster of chaos-shrouded ancients, chatting animatedly with them.
This day marked the deepest core of Yuxian Palace thronged by Dao realm powers from every direction. One could call it the liveliest moment in Xiyuan civilization for countless ages.
In bygone eras, Dao realm experts hid from sight, yet now they dotted the scene like ordinary weeds. The banquet servants pouring drinks and serving tea all held at least Immortal King cultivation.
“Greetings, Elder Jing…”
Jing Tianyuan’s entrance stirred the attendees into a frenzy, with droves advancing to offer salutes.
Even the Xiyuan Saintess joined in. After all, the Jing Clan ancestor numbered among those who once pulled her from dire straits in the Xianchu Haotu.
Still, many faces betrayed odd unease.
Though Jing Tianyuan’s standing rang true as exceptional, he had lately aligned with the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat as a key affiliate.
“Junior Longming offers greetings to Elder Jing.”
Despite enduring eight Heavenly Decline Tribulations, Longming Daojun displayed fitting deference before a veteran like Jing Tianyuan, clasping hands in salute.
“Our cultivations run close, so no need to regard me as an elder,” Jing Tianyuan replied with a booming laugh, flicking his hand to wave off the ritual.
He continued in a voice brimming with praise, “Your prior words strike a chord with me. The path of cultivation mirrors rowing upstream; slack off, and you drift back. Only ironclad resolve lets us surmount hurdles and triumph amid trials.”
Jing Tianyuan chuckled deeply and motioned for Longming Daojun to ease up on the bows.
Simultaneously, he added with esteem, “When the Alliance Leader gets here and beholds a talent like you…”
“…he’ll surely value it greatly. Should Longming Daojun ever align with the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat, the Alliance Leader would hold you in high esteem.”
As Jing Tianyuan uttered this, the Dao faction chiefs who had moved to pay homage halted abruptly.
His words froze their features, rooting their feet in place.
They had journeyed to Yuxian Palace precisely to plot a united front against the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat and rein in its aggressive spread.
But Jing Tianyuan so offhandedly suggested pulling Longming Daojun into the fold.
This erased their grins, twisting their looks into uncertainty.
Besides, what lay behind Jing Tianyuan’s following remark?
“The Alliance Leader arrives shortly?”
Did that signal the once-disappeared Gu Changge would descend upon Yuxian Palace today?
“Senior Jing flatters me too much. I prefer a wandering, unbound existence and dislike any bindings from others,” Longming Daojun recovered swiftly, offering cupped hands in thanks.
“I value your goodwill.”
Evidently, Longming Daojun hadn’t foreseen Jing Tianyuan’s prompt bid to enlist him in the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat.
The overture caught him off guard, stiffening him briefly before he composed himself.
Though not deeply entwined with Xiyuan civilization, Longming Daojun knew of the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat. On this return, he aimed to steer clear of such entanglements.
“Hehe, Longming Daojun, don’t dismiss it so fast. The Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat upholds the human path, led by the enlightened without the trappings of ordinary Dao groups, so it won’t curb your liberty. Rest easy on that score.”
Jing Tianyuan chuckled and gestured reassuringly.
This prompted fresh ripples across the assembly’s faces—shock in some, temptation in others, sneers from a few, and outright rejection by more.
The Xiyuan Saintess stayed composed, her veil masking any reaction, as if Jing Tianyuan’s pitch held no surprise for her.
“The Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat leader comes today as well…” Xiyin whispered.
A millennium past, as she and allies razed the Xianchu Haotu, Gu Changge battled alongside her, only to vanish afterward like mist in the wind.
Soon after, the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat sprouted roots, claiming the old Xianchu Haotu domains and swallowing sects, clans, and realms. It grew into a dreaded, shadowy power.
“Given his nature, he’ll show for certain. This marks a high-stakes wager for Yuxian Palace. The Xiyuan civilization’s coming shape hinges on today’s events,” the Xiyuan Saintess murmured.
Xiyin appeared puzzled, grasping little of her intent.
“A wager? The Xiyuan civilization’s destiny?”
“Junior sister, what precisely did the Mirror of Reincarnation reveal to you?” Xiyin pressed.
“It showed endless paths and decisions, yet no clear fix. I glimpsed altered destinies that looped back to their starting points.”
The Xiyuan Saintess let out a faint, barely audible sigh.
Jing Tianyuan’s presence stirred subtle disquiet among the visitors. Plenty sensed the Yuxian Palace founder’s proclamation couldn’t go unanswered by the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat, and his coming proved it.
Suddenly, a colossal wave of demonic might swept the skies. Towering purple devilish fog billowed in, blotting stars and heavens as thunder cracked the firmament.
Within the haze loomed fearsome primeval fiends, their hides and plumes rippling, vibrant plating gleaming, projecting a dread that chilled the soul.
Demon Emperor Di Kun, sovereign of the Demon Court, led a throng of Demon Court powerhouses straight to Yuxian Palace.
“How could the Demon Court miss the founder of Yuxian Palace unveiling his might to all? Tales of the founder’s supreme strength have reached me for ages. Seeing it up close makes the journey worthwhile,” Di Kun boomed with laughter, clad in somber gold robes, his stare sweeping disdainfully over the throng. Scarcely anyone held his gaze.
Since claiming the Demon Emperor throne, Di Kun had driven Demon Court armies to war and dominion, toppling innumberable lives. His eyes now burned with slaughter’s fire, like crimson suns evoking rivers of blood and piles of slain, cowing any cultivator to kneel.
Yuxian Palace elders and followers recoiled at Di Kun’s overbearing flair.
Right on Yuxian Palace soil, amid so many visitors, to belittle the founder’s prestige smacked of outright challenge. Chiefs from places like Guangming Temple and Ling Shen Cave knitted their brows too.
Everyone knew the Demon Court had pledged to the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat. Once feeble and unable to claim even Xianchu Haotu, the Demon Court now strutted boldly,
hinting at potent patrons fueling their hubris.
“, upon my Yuxian Palace’s domain, Di Kun, your bold words—what do they portend?”
A crushing force bore down as voids rippled outward.
A Yuxian Palace elder materialized, his gaze harboring twin blazing orbs, fixing coldly on Di Kun.
Even under the Ancestral Dao realm’s weighty aura, Di Kun stood firm, showing no retreat, and burst into robust laughter.
“Is this how Yuxian Palace welcomes guests?”
With that, devilish vapors roiled behind him, spawning legions of mighty fiends in the fog to face the Yuxian Palace elder.
At this, Jing Tianyuan advanced to soothe tensions. “Let’s keep things civil, peace above all. Di Kun Daoist’s known for his fiery disposition; he intends no slight. I trust Yuxian Palace will extend understanding.”
Jing Tianyuan’s mediation forced the Yuxian Palace elder to huff coldly and withdraw.
After all, Jing Tianyuan and the Jing Clan had aided crucially in saving Yuxian Palace’s founder, so ignoring his standing proved impossible.
Yet to bystanders, the exchange hinted deeper. The Jing Clan and Demon Court shared no old bonds, but the Jing Clan ancestor now vouched for the Demon Court—clearly owing to their pact with the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat.
“Honored visitors, forgive any shortcomings in our welcome.”
A soft, melodic tone echoed.
Golden radiance unfurled across the skies, and from its heart stepped a woman with cascading locks, graceful height, otherworldly beauty, and flawless jade skin. Flanked by Yuxian Palace elders, she advanced to the group.
“Ling Yuxian.”
Jing Xiao, amid the Jing Clan, wore a tangled look and instantly knew the woman—her old companion, Ling Yuxian. A thousand years had passed since their split from the Jing Clan.
Though past rifts had mended, their cultivations and roles now diverged vastly.
“Greetings, Little Ancestor.”
Ling Yuxian’s emergence prompted every Yuxian Palace elder and disciple to bow deeply.
She now occupied a vital role in Yuxian Palace, but more than that— all recognized Ling Yuxian as the reincarnated founder’s younger sister.
The attendees had been briefed, though some clueless cultivators gaped in wonder, soon grasping after nearby clarifications.
Once Ling Yuxian appeared, she extended flawless courtesy, directing elders and disciples to host the guests properly.
Di Kun received identical treatment, despite his prior swagger.
The prior strain melted away with her coming. She skipped any talk of the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat or her elder sister Ling Yuling’s global decree.
The visitors could only chat casually and sip wine in anticipation.
“During my breakthrough, I abruptly sensed flaws lingered in my outlook. My visit to Yuxian Palace today stems from awaiting the Saintess…”
Longming Daojun reflected briefly