I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1312: The Best Opportunity for a Complete Sweep, The Covenant of the Sacred Book

Deep within Zongmiao Mountain, a brilliant rainbow bridges the sky and ground, while ancient battleships and chariots dot the landscape. Over the past few days, formidable presences have converged, treading upon the mighty principles of the Dao.

The Yu Xian Palace's elders and followers are almost at their limit, forced to have the arrivals linger in the assorted halls for now.

To the Xiyuan civilization, the Xiyuan Covenant signing stands as a historic occasion worth etching into the annals, a pivotal moment everyone eagerly awaits. From Daoist entities to everyday cultivators, all eyes are fixed on it, turning the event into a matter of universal importance.

Divine trees rustle under the breeze, their limbs and foliage whispering as stellar lights cascade like sacred glows.

Inside the majestic halls, throngs of cultivators and entities pack in tightly. Be they from the youth or the elders, discussions buzz about the covenant's provisions.

Chiefs from diverse clans assemble in this spot, with numerous ones already privy to the covenant's specifics, murmuring updates to their peers while subtly gauging the atmosphere.

Up to this point, representatives from the Patians’ Alliance haven't shown up, stirring discomfort among various groups. Before the ink dries on the covenant, the results remain uncertain, breeding widespread worry over potential surprises.

Yet certain groups stay composed, convinced that Gu Changge's public vow before the assembled clans and sects to seal the Xiyuan Covenant means he won't renege.

Though mighty, the Patians’ Alliance lacks the power to clash with the whole Xiyuan civilization. Stirring conflict would only harm their interests.

“Looks like the Patians’ Alliance carries a hefty arrogance, keeping all these groups hanging around.” Shang Chongming, the ancient powerhouse from Jie Kongling, lifted the goblet from his servant, sipped slowly, and eyed the gathering with a smirk of entertainment.

The surrounding ancient powerhouses treat him with deep respect and wariness. At his words, none venture to contradict.

Still, the Patians’ Alliance's delay has irritated plenty. It feels like they're deliberately toying with everyone. An affair this grand ought to echo across the Xiyuan civilization by now.

Even remote cosmic clans have hurried over, anxious not to be left behind. Yet the Patians’ Alliance acts aloof and indifferent. For days, not a single member has surfaced.

Be it the Demon Court, Jing Clan, or Zixiao Mountain, silence reigns from their sides.

“Rest assured, the Patians’ Alliance will arrive soon—everyone, stay patient,” Ling Yuling murmured gently, scanning the crowd's faces to ease their tensions.

She knows Gu Changge's methods well; no matter his hidden schemes, he'd never skip such a vital juncture.

“We're not rushing, but the delay breeds risks of twists. As the saying goes, prolonged nights invite more troubles,” a prominent leader replied with a sigh, his voice mild, gaze drifting to the far-off Zongmiao Mountain with lingering doubts.

Soon after Ling Yuling's reassurance, a scout cultivator detected ripples in space-time from billions of miles beyond Zongmiao Mountain.

A colossal aura surged like legions charging across the stars. The firmament quaked there, echoes booming from endless voids. Hazy vapors and clouds churned through the abyss, blanketing immense swaths of the cosmos.

Amid the turmoil, endless silhouettes emerged, dark clusters unfolding endlessly, as turbulent chaos energy boiled forth like a monstrous surge, engulfing nearby celestial bodies and hurtling swiftly toward the Mountain of All Wonders.

Sharp-sighted cultivators spotted a banner whipping through the churning chaos haze. Crafted from some exotic substance, it bore three archaic runes: Fighting Heaven Alliance.

The script slashed boldly, sharp as iron strokes and silver hooks. Its aura thundered the Heavenly Dao, invoked divine chants, and its Dao radiance subdued the cosmos entire.

The sight stirred chills and awe in the soul.

Through the thick mists, diverse primal beasts loomed, including Canglong, Qingluan, Pixiu, Zheng, and Zhu Yan. Armored fully, their hides and pinions gleamed, plumes shimmering in vivid hues.

A host of dread presences rode these primal beasts, their might pressing down as if the skies might shatter.

Every primal beast dwarfed the stars, their power vast enough to rend universes with a single lash.

Trailing them came an armada of war chariots, thundering across the emptiness, cracking the void visibly in spots. Each vehicle bore crowds of warriors gripping celestial swords and war axes, their killing intent thick as if fresh from slaughter fields and blood oceans.

The display shifted faces among the Mountain of All Wonders' denizens and cultivators, injecting dread into their thoughts.

The Fighting Heaven Alliance's entrance unleashed a horde of elites, and even a rough count revealed the horror of the titans lurking in their midst.

Their Dao realm masters alone outnumbered those from countless immortal Dao heritages combined.

“Did the Fighting Heaven Alliance just return from some battlefield elsewhere? They reek of fresh carnage and battle fervor.”

“Whatever the cause, caution is wise. Still, with the Xiyuan Civilization's elite forces amassed here, they could crush any foe. The Fighting Heaven Alliance wouldn't risk folly amid this.”

In the Mountain of All Wonders' inner sanctums, clan heads and elite figures traded murmurs at the spectacle, yet they glanced at allies and elders nearby, steadying their nerves in time.

“The Mountain of All Wonders enforces unique laws that curb even Dao realm powerhouses from rash acts. The Fighting Heaven Alliance won't stir chaos.”

A Yu Xian Palace elder breathed quietly.

“That said, the Fighting Heaven Alliance appears fresh from conflicts in distant lands? It seems they've returned from such fronts.”

“Yet no word of this has reached the Xiyuan Civilization.”

“Perhaps some far-flung frontier?”

An elder powerhouse creased his forehead, eyeing the savage troops of the Fighting Heaven Alliance arrayed beyond the Mountain of All Wonders. Though no real peril to them, the host signaled the Alliance's active conquests lately. They'd been pushing borders outward.

And aimed at the boundless wilds, not fixating solely on the Xiyuan Civilization.

But the Xiyuan Civilization's issues lingered unresolved,

“The Fighting Heaven Alliance plainly scorns the Xiyuan Civilization. This Xiyuan Covenant feels like our needless fretting.”

“They barely give it a thought.”

A Dao realm master from the Guangming Temple remarked with a wry grin.

Some nodded in accord, while others deepened in alarm, sensing ill omens.

The Fighting Heaven Alliance's disregard for the Xiyuan Civilization underscored their bold assurance, their conviction in dominating it effortlessly.

Countless cultivators and entities joined the chatter too. The roiling chaos haze paused at the celestial fringes, primal beasts and chariots holding position outside, yet to breach the Mountain of All Wonders' domain.

Suddenly, radiant rainbows sliced the void, golden paths unfurling toward the site, as hazy figures descended atop them, veiled in obscurity.

“Brother Gu…”

Ling Yuling whispered nearby, her eyes locked on the remote vista.

Ancient powerhouses like Shang Chongming, Jie Kong Ridge's deputy chief, shifted their attention there too.

Beyond the Mountain of All Wonders, a youth spearheaded the Fighting Heaven Alliance's contingent.

Golden radiance extended to the sacred tree, his pace unhurried, yet each step in the cosmos synced with a arcane cadence, harmonizing with heaven and earth's grand Dao, positioning him as the nexus of realms and voids.

For the first time, cultivators and entities beheld the Fighting Heaven Alliance leader's visage, leaving many dazed, particularly the younger crowd gripped by incredulity.

“He appears far too youthful and flawless…”

“More like a figment from a fantastical reverie than a living soul.” A voice murmured.

Those nearby voiced agreement. No matter their views or plights, the Fighting Heaven Alliance's head, in sheer looks, warranted the title of unmatched splendor. His allure could spark envy in all women—flawless skin like jade, stature lofty and poised, wreathed in heavenly vapors and luminous halos, divine sheen weaving through his locks.

Still, to veteran Dao realm masters, outer beauty proved mere vanity. Bodily allure and transient forms held no sway. Altering shapes, swapping guises, remolding flesh—all mere whims.

With Gu Changge, the Fighting Heaven Alliance's chief, now present at last, tension gripped the hearts of clan leaders and sect heads alike.

The once vibrant air turned oppressively still.

“Alliance Leader…”

From the divine tree's boughs, long-waiting figures like Mu Yan, Mo Tong, and the Bone Ancestor King stepped up to pay respects.

“You've toiled much lately.” Gu Changge gave a subtle nod.

At his side trailed Jing Tianyuan, Zi Wanha, Di Kun, Chu Heng, Zuo Fengxie, Hun Yuanjun, and sundry other pinnacle Dao realm masters he'd tamed.

Afar, race leaders and sect chiefs emerged from the Mountain of All Wonders' core, brows knit. Some aimed to approach, but the entourage with Gu Changge halted them mid-stride.

This lineup could unnerve any immortal Dao lineage to its roots.

A mere glance showed no fewer than ten Dao realm experts, dwarfing the old Xian Chu Haotu's might.

Typically, immortal Dao lineages guarded just two or three Dao realm figures at peak. One such expert could quash an age's destiny and shatter ancient domains with ease.

To say nothing of their staggering Dao realm count.

“Dao realm numbers exceed what we glimpsed at Yu Xian Palace. The Fighting Heaven Alliance must've claimed fresh powerhouses of late,” an elder presence lamented.

The Fighting Heaven Alliance's might now loomed even more fearsome and daunting. Even venerables like Changming Dao Lord knit brows and paused.

“Young Master Gu has clearly been diligent. The Fighting Heaven Alliance swells far beyond its former self.” A cascade of splendid golden glow arrived with a tender voice.

Ling Yuling emerged from the Mountain of All Wonders' depths, guiding Yu Xian Palace elders, and advanced to welcome him personally. Her features held that familiar serene poise, eyes sparkling like limpid pools.

“Lands and nations in the outer wilds yearn to join the Fighting Heaven Alliance, seeking shelter amid looming disasters.”

“These days, I've poured effort into just that.”

“Should Miss Yuling lend a hand, my load would lighten considerably.” Gu Changge replied with a light smile.

“Young Master Gu teases. Such feats lie beyond my grasp.”

Ling Yuling smiled, gesturing for Gu Changge to venture further into the Mountain of All Wonders.

Amid peaks and groves, sacred trees loomed one by one, vast as sky-propping columns, crowns brushing the firmament to embrace sun, moon, and constellations, their shadows blanketing the earth.

Even in the Mountain of All Wonders, the range lay veiled by these sacred trees. Cultivators navigated solely through leaf gaps.

“The Xiyuan Covenant's terms stand settled and debated.”

“Yet Miss Yuling picked this venue for the signing, hinting at lingering doubts toward my Fighting Heaven Alliance.”

Gu Changge, at the helm of his Fighting Heaven Alliance followers, trailed Ling Yuling, surveying the Mountain of All Wonders' layout with a touch of peculiar curiosity.

“Young Master Gu overthinks it. I selected here deliberately,” Ling Yuling replied with a faint smile.

“The Xiyuan Covenant's sealing concerns the fate of the whole Xiyuan Civilization, demanding utmost care. Any disruption on signing day could spawn needless chaos,” Ling Yuling elaborated, her smile warm and composed.

Within the Mountain of All Wonders' heart, clan leaders and sect elites had lingered long. Hosts awaited beyond the main palace, eyes straining for the group's approach.

Spotting Yu Xian Palace's esteemed Ling Yuling escorting Gu Changge and company, relief washed over many.

“With the Xiyuan Covenant sealed, all shall proceed without hitch.”

An elder in the palace hall murmured softly. Pre-signature, unease clung, hearts suspended in suspense.

This grand, limitless ancient palace admitted only Dao realm experts, those deemed worthy to deliberate and endorse the Xiyuan Covenant.

Forces lacking Dao realm attendees could merely observe from afar, pending the verdict.

In the Xiyuan Civilization, outfits without Dao realm guardians scarcely qualified as proper, vulnerable to instant ruin by sudden woes.

Gu Changge ushered his Fighting Heaven Alliance into the palace hall, his sweeping look bypassing the assembly.

The Xiyuan Covenant's forging drew the Xiyuan Civilization's premier Dao lineages and powers. For him, a prime chance to net them wholesale.

Truth be told, he owed Ling Yuling for easing his burdens.

“Here's the Xiyuan Covenant's draft, Young Master Gu—please review.”

Back in the hall, Ling Yuling wasted no moment. She raised her slender hand, a golden gleam flashing, ballooning swiftly in her grasp.

In a blink, it swelled myriadfold, blanketing the heavens.

A golden tome materialized, akin to a sealed decree. It beamed resplendent gold, etched with primeval script embodying absolute edicts and unyielding statutes. Every glyph outshone stars in scale and luster.

Forged from arcane stuff like timeless holy metal, the tome pulsed with undying essence, rising from the vast hall to flood skies and lands. It hovered and dipped in cosmic depths, banishing the void's gloom. Its glare pierced afar, clarifying remote eras as if mirroring epochs past, now, and yet to come.

Each emerging character blazed, shaking realms and firmament. The Dao itself bowed beneath its weight.

The boundless cosmos and voids twisted under its sheen, extending across myriads of li instantly, bridging skies, earth, and nether realms, threading through time's weave.

For common cultivators and souls, this heralded a godly portent. Across cosmic nooks, myriad beings prostrated, worshiping the heaven-spanning glow, devotion etching their visages.

“The Covenant Golden Book…”

Ancient contributors to its forging shifted eyes, many cracking smiles. This tome embodied their life's essence, born of vast labors, its crafting devouring unimaginable troves.