I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1305: The omen of the decline of all civilizations’ fortune, he is immortal
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All the onlookers, guests and visitors alike, who saw this scene were left utterly speechless in shock.
Without question, she stood as a woman of breathtaking beauty, her aura as soothing as gentle streams, her eyes tender and mesmerizing, carrying the radiant charm of rippling waters—pure like the clouds or moonlight, akin to a peaceful lake.
Differing from her sister Ling Yuxian, whose allure struck with fierce intensity, her own beauty felt warm and inviting, drawing others in with an effortless pull of familiarity.
The Xiyuan Saintess, standing not too distant, displayed a beauty utterly distinct from that of the Yuxian Palace’s Ancestor. Hers was ethereal and icy, a perfection so divine it bordered on illusion, leaving observers to question if she was truly of this world. She inspired distant reverence, forever beyond reach.
“Greetings, Ancestor.”
After a short pause of awe-struck quiet, numerous elders and disciples from Yuxian Palace offered deep bows toward the graceful silhouette.
Now, the guests and visitors finally beheld the authentic appearance of this enigmatic Yuxian Palace Ancestor. Countless among them reeled from her striking loveliness, finding it hard to connect this enchanting figure with the legendary sage who had battled the Black Calamity long ago.
Even the ancient powerhouses felt jolted by the way Gu Changge addressed the Ancestor.
“Miss Yuling?”
Was he truly calling an entity so ancient by the title of “Miss”?
Yet, no one could truly unravel Gu Changge’s background. For all they knew, his origins might stretch back further than even the Yuxian Palace Ancestor herself. Though he appeared youthful, his techniques and power remained profoundly mysterious and daunting.
The group of Supreme Elders facing off against Gu Changge ceased their words the moment Ling Yuling emerged. With a sharp huff, they pulled back their auras, ceasing to radiate their typical overwhelming pressure.
They took pride in their profound cultivation bases and harbored no dread toward any opponent, Gu Changge included. In their eyes, he was no mere figure deserving of such caution.
“Esteemed Guest, I see you, Sir Gu. I was refining a secret treasure and just emerged from seclusion. I do apologize for my earlier behavior and hope you won’t take offense,” Ling Yuling said gently.
Aware that a powerhouse like Gu Changge would have surely sensed her observation from nearby, she made no effort to conceal it. Instead, she descended gracefully from the cliff, her flowing gown lightly grazing her pristine bare feet. A vast shroud of luminous mist enveloped her, rendering her figure all the more dreamlike and indistinct.
Offering a kind smile, she gave a subtle nod of acknowledgment.
“We greet you, Elder.”
The assembled guests and dignitaries in the vicinity also lowered their heads in respect as she approached, displaying profound deference. Figures like the Xiyuan Saintess and Xiyin joined in without delay, extending their formal salutes to honor her as a revered senior.
As a vital living relic of great weight, even their own master Xinu addressed her on equal terms.
Members of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, such as Demon Emperor Di Kun and Champion Hou Chu Heng, likewise offered the traditional bow.
Without a cue from Gu Changge, none dared to show undue familiarity.
“Sister…” Ling Yuxian streaked over as a brilliant rainbow and touched down beside Ling Yuling, positioning herself at her side.
Elders and disciples of Yuxian Palace, along with Palace Master Ling Qiuchang, shifted closer to stand in formation behind Ling Yuling.
“It’s a small matter, no need to worry about it. However, Miss Yuling, it’s rare for you to make such a grand appearance. Surely there’s something important you wish to discuss with us?” Gu Changge said with a faint smile.
His remark left many momentarily taken aback, while the heads of various Daoist sects creased their brows in thought.
It stood to reason, given that Gu Changge had resided in Yuxian Palace before, undoubtedly interacting with the Ancestor during his stay.
This realization stirred discomfort among the crowd.
“Sir Gu is truly clever, nothing escapes your notice,” Ling Yuling smiled slightly and replied.
Should one gaze down from the immense, boundless void at that instant, the gathered forces would appear split into three distinct factions.
The first consisted of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance under Gu Changge’s lead; the second included the chiefs and Supreme Elders from assorted Daoist sects here to plan tactics; and the third was the contingent from Yuxian Palace. The separations were sharp and unmistakable.
“You needn’t be so formal,” Ling Yuling continued. “The reason I invited everyone here today to Yuxian Palace for this important discussion is to talk about the Xiyuan Alliance’s covenant.”
“Everyone must have noticed the current state of the Xiyuan Civilization. If no intervention is made, it’s likely that within a few years, the Xiyuan Civilization’s fortune will begin to decline. It will follow in the footsteps of the Ruanyang True Realm and the Shangyin True Realm, never to rise again…”
As her words flowed, Ling Yuling cast a steady gaze over the assembly, then guided them toward the majestic hall. Her tone remained mild and composed, laced with an enigmatic pull that plunged the listeners into thoughtful quiet, trailing her silently into Yuxian Palace’s grand hall.
Even entities like Changming Daojun stirred at Ling Yuling’s declaration, their expressions flickering as they pondered her aims. The Xiyuan Covenant’s existence probably concealed greater purposes.
Gu Changge, at the helm of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, proceeded at an unhurried pace from behind, displaying no concern, as though no dangers lay in wait.
The Xiyuan Saintess moved ahead of him, her hands tucked within the spacious sleeves of her robe. A thin veil concealed her divine features, while her raven locks were loosely bound, revealing a graceful, pale neck. Loose tresses fell to her waist, swaying softly with her movements. She exuded an aura of chill sanctity.
Numerous young cultivators stole furtive looks her way, brimming with admiration. Encounters this near with the Xiyuan Saintess were scarce, and her loveliness seemed almost mythical—like heaven’s most perfect masterpiece.
The grand hall stretched vast and open, a realm apart, evoking the sensation of entering infinite cosmic voids. Stars formed the seating, while galactic streams swirled, fostering a sense of awe-inspiring grandeur.
Myriad radiant stars shifted in motion, and visions of worlds in turmoil emerged, their turbulent energies pouring forth in eternal cycles.
Upon Ling Yuling’s arrival, she lightly flicked her sleeve, unleashing a soft glow akin to unveiling celestial stars. Projections of the Xiyuan Civilization’s conditions across its domains materialized.
Within these displays, a mighty fortune river surged endlessly, weaving through star domains and temporal layers. It coiled and branched into myriad streams, its fortune power roaring upward like a flood, rattling the skies and instilling dread in all who beheld it.
“This is the river of fortune of my Xiyuan Civilization,” Ling Yuling said softly. “Although it still flows like it did before, the momentum is not what it once was…”
“If this continues, we may truly see the decline of our civilization.”
The gazes of the attending Ancestor-level Daoist experts widened in astonishment as they scrutinized the immense fortune river.
The Xiyuan Civilization’s fortune river was elusive and formless, typically beyond the grasp of average cultivators. Only those of their caliber could occasionally glimpse its hints.
By employing her arts to reveal the fortune river now, Ling Yuling allowed all to witness plainly the evolving destiny of the Xiyuan Civilization. Fortune, though abstract and difficult to grasp, shapes countless occurrences. The ascent and descent of Daoist domains, the luck of cultivators, the rhythms of civilizations, and even the emergence and ruin of universes—all bend to its sway.
No empire, not even one as formidable as the Xiyuan Civilization, escapes its grip. A thriving fortune river heralds the civilization’s rising might. Conversely, a fading fortune foretells its ruin, ushering in an era of waning.
For the denizens and cultivators within the Xiyuan Civilization, this prospect proves intolerable. The mere thought of their realm’s fortune ebbing fills them with refusal.
In that instant, as signs of fatigue appeared in the fortune river, a profound hush settled over the gathering.
Those cultivators who had forged their Dao fruits by tapping the Xiyuan Civilization’s fortune felt the impact most keenly. Their successes tied inseparably to the civilization’s luck, and a fortune’s collapse would shatter their Dao realizations as well. Their cultivation paths would tumble like a crumbling tower.
“Such a thriving river of fortune could not have faltered on its own. It must be because of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance’s interference, disrupting the Xiyuan Civilization and shaking its foundations,” one of the Supreme Elders, who had spoken earlier, said once more, breaking the silence.
He wore a black-gold Daoist crown and a purple robe, his face solemn and his eyes deep. He glanced at Gu Changge, his hands weaving terrifying chains of divine order.
“The fortune of the Xiyuan Civilization has been showing signs of decay for a thousand years now,” he continued. “It’s not just the Xiyuan Civilization—many realms and civilizations in the vast world are experiencing similar phenomena.”
“The black mist has descended once again…”
“In the early days, the Xudan Civilization sensed the malice and the ancient omens that foretold the return of darkness.”
“And our master once said… he is… immortal.”
The Xiyuan Saintess spoke softly, her red lips parting gently as she uttered those words. Yet, when she spoke, her gaze inevitably turned towards Gu Changge, as if she were trying to read his reaction.