I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1315: I originally intended my heart to face the bright moon, but this is truly heartbreaking

This abrupt occurrence left countless individuals stunned, their minds reeling in utter disbelief.

Beyond the grand hall, numerous clan heads and elders stood frozen, struggling to comprehend the events unfolding, their countenances etched with profound surprise.

The chiefs and sect masters from diverse groups mirrored this astonishment, their features twisted in raw shock and incredulity.

A force so devastating, one that could shatter entire realms, proved utterly unstoppable even for a being at the ancestor stage. The clear aim had been to slay the Faqian Alliance's leader on the spot.

Evidently, with the covenant sealed, the Xiyuan Civilization's turmoil would settle, ushering in an era of serenity and calm.

For every sect or lineage, this outcome represented an immense fortune—

During the entire affair, the Faqian Alliance's leader offered no resistance nor any sign of defiance.

Rather, he advanced with poise and assurance to affix his mark on the covenant, as matters unfolded smoothly toward a hopeful conclusion. Yet suddenly, all hopes lay shattered.

Ever since the strike targeted Gu Changge, the peace-bringing covenant met total annihilation. It stood no chance of ever being enacted anew.

Clan heads and elders grew pale, already envisioning the Xiyuan Civilization plunging into a storm of bloodshed and turmoil.

No matter if the Faqian Alliance's leader, Gu Changge, perishes or survives, the assorted groups and powers will inevitably face retaliation and vengeance from the Faqian Alliance.

In that instant, the furious cries from Faqian Alliance followers inside the hall snapped the bewildered cultivators and entities beyond the peaks back to reality, overwhelming them with terror and dismay.

Only seconds before, the horrifying divine radiance that tore through the boundless void had sealed off all perceptions, leaving them clueless about the chaos within the primary chamber.

Yet at present, it appeared that the doomsday divine glow encircling the covenant's golden tome as it descended was meant solely to eliminate the Faqian Alliance's leader, Gu Changge?

“Is this true?”

“Was everything a setup in advance, just to deal with the leader of the Faqian Alliance? Were we all deceived?”

“Was the signing of the Xiyuan Covenant just a cover for a larger plot?”

Countless cultivators and creatures quivered in dread, a cold shiver racing through their bodies. Beyond them, the uninformed powers and alliances shared this sense of betrayal.

Prior to this moment, none suspected such a twist, with no whispers or leaks circulating. All believed it heralded a union for harmonious living, guaranteeing the Xiyuan Covenant would deliver a span of relative harmony.

Yet who foresaw that the forebears of Yuxian Palace and their allies would prove so merciless and unyielding, ready to mislead the whole Xiyuan Civilization merely to plot against Gu Changge?

The boldness and tactics involved chilled to the bone, instilling profound terror in all hearts. Indeed, prior to this, no soul dared conceive such a scheme: to address the Faqian Alliance's issue, they merely laid a snare to assassinate its head, Gu Changge.

In that instant, the clan heads and elders from myriad groups harbored intense reverence and trepidation toward Yuxian Palace's ancestor, Ling Yuling.

One could only say she fully embodied her fame as the vanquisher of the Black Calamity. On the surface, she seemed a refined and poised beauty, yet beneath lurked a merciless, swift operator with profound intrigues and inscrutable approaches.

As shock rippled through the assorted sects and powers, an earth-shattering clash ignited without warning from the core hall atop Zongmiao Mountain.

Faqian Alliance adherents surged forward, while multiple Dao realm figures, seething with rage, unleashed their assaults. Their immense godly power roared forth like an endless ocean, divine rays churning as Dao runes blazed.

Myriad minor realms and primordial stellar illusions wove together, manifesting celestial vistas that could crush all life forms.

Wrath consumed them all, their blazing fury eclipsing any thought of leniency.

Right then, to every Faqian Alliance member, all within the chamber stood as foes. They had conspired with Ling Yuling and her ilk against their chief, Gu Changge, transforming into irreconcilable adversaries.

“He is so powerful, he should be fine, right…”

Anxiety gripped Mu Yan, her gaze lingering with residual terror upon the zone utterly vaporized.

There, every law and essence had vanished, and neither vision nor spiritual probes could breach it, as if it had been eternally obliterated from reality.

The sheer might shone evident—potent enough to obliterate an ancestor Dao realm entity, it deserved the title of an ultimate annihilation strike.

They had never anticipated such a shocking turn amid the Xiyuan Covenant ceremony.

Earlier, when Ling Yuling and fellow ancients debated the covenant's clauses, she had attended as well. The details held little appeal for her, since Gu Changge had previously explained that the Faqian Alliance's rise would alarm the Xiyuan Civilization, prompting clans to enact curbs like the Xiyuan Covenant to hinder its expansion.

Back then, Mu Yan inquired what his response would be. Would he lead the Faqian Alliance to subdue the Dao sects sequentially?

Gu Changge merely grinned and dismissed it, stating he held no interest in conquest. The Xiyuan Covenant posed no threat to the Faqian Alliance.

His true aim in founding the Faqian Alliance lay not in dominating the Xiyuan Civilization or chasing personal glory.

At that point, Mu Yan grasped that the Xiyuan Civilization's sects and Gu Changge operated on entirely divergent planes. Their outlooks diverged completely.

Gu Changge had formed the Faqian Alliance out of true concern for all sentient races and lineages, driven by the goal of “slaying the heavens.”

Witnessing the Xiyuan Civilization's groups banding together to target Gu Changge now ignited real fury and sorrow within her.

“The leader’s strength is unfathomable. He should be fine.” In this tense juncture, Mo Tong, whose frosty demeanor seldom betrayed emotion, murmured softly.

Mu Yan shot her a startled look. This silver-maned girl of glacial poise rarely uttered a word, much less revealed heartfelt sentiment.

Though she, much like Mu Yan, had trailed Gu Changge for ages, her path began when he rescued her from the brutal coliseum amid the Immortal Spirit Civilization era, keeping her close ever since.

Yet seldom did voices hear hers. She mostly honed lethal skills under the White Bone Ancestor King's tutelage, akin to an impeccable frozen effigy.

“He’s always been so kind to me. He’s truly a warm-hearted and kind person. He doesn’t deserve to be schemed against like this,” Mu Yan whispered on.

Mo Tong caught Mu Yan’s stare and replied in a hushed tone once more.

She could never erase the memory of the day Gu Changge pulled her from the grim, gore-drenched, reeking coliseum, guiding her into daylight to breathe clean winds.

“If something happens to the leader, I swear I will make them all pay the price.”

Killing intent flickered in Mo Tong’s pale gray eyes as she methodically scanned the chamber's assorted clans and Dao sects, her focus sharpening on Ling Yuling and the Saintess of Xiyuan.

Inside the hall, dreadful energies clashed and twisted, blows landing amid erupting Dao runes one by one. The colossal force appeared to rend the firmament, bearing down with relentless might.

High overhead, ancient Dao treasures hovered—Divine Lamps, Taiji Diagrams, Yin-Yang Swords, Bagua Mirrors, Immortal Drums—all wreathed in myriad light streams, Dao laws cascading as they unleashed ruinous vibes that toppled realms.

This confrontation stood unmatched in scale, fierce enough to shred innumerable stellar domains. Even nearby Dao realm forebears watched with cool detachment, poised to leap into the melee.

Thankfully, Zongmiao Mountain's innate arrays and landscapes contained the fray. Absent that, any Dao realm duel would devastate the vicinity entirely.

“Sister, why are you doing this?”

Several Yuxian Palace elders shielded Ling Yuling as she lingered at the rear. Bewilderment and restrained ire marked her face while she regarded her sibling clashing against the Faqian Alliance's Dao realm powerhouses.

“I don’t know why things turned out this way.”

Ling Yuling gave a faint shake of her head, her tone laced with resignation and sorrow.

Her mind swirled with astonishment and bewilderment right then, yet she found herself compelled to stand against the Faqian Alliance's ranks.

For in the eyes of all, including Yuxian Palace's elders and adherents, this appeared as her covert orchestration—teaming with Dao sects to ensnare and slay Gu Changge.

Not distant, the Saintess of Xiyuan grudgingly opposed the Faqian Alliance's members as well.

As for Ling Yuling’s declaration, doubt clouded her judgment—was it sincere, or merely an attempt to evade responsibility and pin it elsewhere?

Earlier, she and Ling Yuling had indeed brainstormed responses and devised multiple strategies for the crisis. Still, Ling Yuling had kept this development hidden from her.

“It can only be said that she truly deserves her reputation as the one who eradicated the Black Calamity. This method is admirable,” uttered Shuang Ming, an elder from Jie Kong Ridge. Admiration blended with caution in his gaze toward Ling Yuling.

The prior onslaught had sent a jolt of fear through him, a survivor of eight celestial ordeals. Unprepared, such a blow might have ended him outright.

“Indeed, this method is impressive,” agreed Dao Lord Changming, cupping his hands with a nod, vigilance gleaming in his eyes.

“Hahaha, as expected of Senior Ling Yuling. Such a method has earned our admiration. To deal with this person, there is no need for principles or ethics. As long as we eliminate him, we will remove a great threat to the Xiyuan Civilization.”

“This is a great merit. Senior Ling Yuling need not feel any guilt, we completely understand and applaud this action.”

The Shouyang Tian Sect's Headmaster dueled a Faqian Alliance Dao realm specialist. His robe billowed as twin blades cloaked in primal chaos darted forth, slicing the void and lopping off the foe's limb, hurling him back in a spray of blood.

Rooted with blade in hand, he radiated savage energy while his booming laugh resounded through the space. Nearby chiefs and leaders grinned in accord, startled by the prior spectacle yet untroubled by it.

Confronting a figure like Gu Changge, the Faqian Alliance's head, called for no scruples of righteousness.

Immortal Dao sect leaders, including Guangming Temple's Lord and Ru Lai Buddha Kingdom's Buddha, directed their elders and sacred icons to watch from a distance.

They ranked among the earliest signatories to the Xiyuan Covenant and shared the day's astonishment. However, the Faqian Alliance now viewed all hall occupants as adversaries, sparing no Dao sects bound by the covenant. Ling Yuling hovered mid-air, her ebony locks whipping in the gale. The soft, limpid eyes once held a keen edge now.

She directed a icy stare at the Shouyang Tian Sect Headmaster, who stoked the flames amid this pivotal crisis. It seemed he yearned for her to fully antagonize the Faqian Alliance. In her estimation, shadowy hands had surely meddled with the covenant's golden tome. Without that, such cataclysmic energy couldn't have materialized to smite Gu Changge.

The frenzied skirmish swiftly spilled beyond the hall, as Dao realm titans clashed, their forms streaking into the outer void. There, godly beams lanced skyward, birthing horrifying spectacles.

Innumerable cultivators and entities endured suffocating oppression, their frames groaning on the verge of shattering beneath the colossal burden.

The firmament quaked fiercely, nearby sacred groves splintering. From the celestial depths, a colossal fissure yawned, as if some colossal power had cleaved it asunder.

The mere emanations from afar sufficed to instill horror, potent enough to eradicate flesh and spirit alike.

With the chaos escalating wildly, Ling Yuling, locked in standoff with the Faqian Alliance, stepped in to halt it.

Her lithe hand stretched forth, arcing over the heavens to pry apart the warring Dao realm masters in the outer realm.

Should the brawl persist, the adjacent cosmos risked ruin, with devastation sweeping all in its wake.

Headmasters from Shouyang Tian Sect, Tuoyang Mountain, Ling Shen Cave, and further Dao groups bared their presences, holding firm against the Faqian Alliance in a powder-keg standoff.

The Saintess of Xiyuan, Xiyin, Dao Lord Changming, and sundry ancient powers maintained positions, briefly quelling the turmoil.

“Everyone, let’s talk this through. The aura of the Faqian Alliance’s leader has disappeared. You are all esteemed Headmasters, and yet your minds are still clouded by him, serving his cause. It’s truly foolish,” sneered a Headmaster-level figure, sweeping his gaze over the Faqian Alliance.

“Your actions are despicable and vile. To think that the revered ancestors of Yuxian Palace would resort to such underhanded tactics,” he continued.

“How could the leader have trusted you so much and valued you so highly? He agreed to the Xiyuan Covenant out of respect for you.”

“But who would have thought—truly, the most poisonous of hearts—Ling Yuling, you’ve schemed against your benefactor. Where is your conscience?”

“When you were trapped in that dark space, it was the leader himself who rescued you. Is this how you repay him?”

“Ask yourself, what has the leader done to wrong you? Why would you go this far?”

Beyond the hall, presences like Hunyuan Jun, Zhuo Feng Xie, and Chu Heng stepped forth, rage contorting their visages. Their murderous auras pierced the skies, each radiating cataclysmic vibes.

Jing Tianyuan, the Jing Clan's primordial ancestor, burned with even greater ire, lambasting Ling Yuling openly before the assembly, his tirade unyielding.

The Faqian Alliance's other Dao realm powerhouses mirrored this outrage.

To them, the scenario felt utterly surreal and inconceivable. They hadn't dreamed that during the covenant's pivotal sealing, Ling Yuling and allies would sabotage the golden tome and abruptly assault their chief, Gu Changge.

After all, who anticipated such depravity, enacting these base and ignoble deeds before the Xiyuan Civilization's sects and Dao groups?

It stemmed solely from the Faqian Alliance members' prior counsel to Gu Changge, urging caution before endorsing the Xiyuan Covenant, convinced the Xiyuan Civilization's clans devised it to rein in the Faqian Alliance.

Months prior, Faqian Alliance followers had cautioned Gu Changge that inking the Xiyuan Covenant would surely hamper the alliance's prospective ascent.

The diverse sects and Dao groups had forged this covenant explicitly to check the Faqian Alliance.

Then, they deemed it unwise to proceed, but with the Faqian Alliance's might surging, they feared no single Xiyuan Civilization Dao sect.

A mere millennium or several would suffice to consolidate the full Xiyuan Civilization under their banner. Yet Gu Changge had countered that such aggression was impossible. Waging total war on all sects would merely harm blameless races and lineages in the end. This clashed with the core ethos behind founding the Faqian Alliance.

If the Faqian Alliance's creation plunged sects and clans into disorder and strife, how differed it from Black Calamity survivors or fiendish cults and malevolent entities?

His serene, detached utterances etched deeply into the Faqian Alliance members' souls, unforgettable, fostering boundless esteem and veneration for him.

However, who could have imagined that the leader, Gu Changge, who had always considered the well-being