I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1316 The World-Shaking Chaos That Was Inevitable, You've Truly Disappointed Me

Chapter 1316 The World-Shaking Chaos That Was Inevitable, You've Truly Disappointed Me

The declarations from the Heaven-Slaying Alliance members shocked numerous clans and sects.

A sense of embarrassment flushed across many faces, as they recognized their excessive caution and dread toward the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, fearing absorption and a destiny akin to the Immortal Chu Dynasty's downfall.

Yet, the present circumstances suggested otherwise?

Gu Changge, leader of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, had never entertained such intentions. Rather, he consistently viewed matters from the standpoint of all sentient beings, prioritizing their welfare.

It appeared they had overcomplicated things and fretted pointlessly.

Furthermore, the devotion and zeal displayed by the Heaven-Slaying Alliance members toward their group were profoundly genuine.

It wasn't like their earlier assumptions that the members were manipulated or dominated by the alliance's leader, reduced to mere puppets.

The lineages and groups that aligned with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance had chosen so of their own accord, free from any duress.

"It looks like we've truly misjudged the leader of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance. We've harbored strong biases against the alliance for far too long."

"In the last millennium, even as the Heaven-Slaying Alliance grew swiftly, claiming vast lands,

it hasn't stirred any turmoil or engaged in wanton killing."

Leaders and seniors from lesser clans whispered among themselves, their minds swirling with intricate emotions. "The profound loyalty the Heaven-Slaying Alliance members show their leader is well-founded," an aged being murmured while surveying the unfolding events.

In that instant, every observer of this spectacle and listener to those statements, regardless of prior encounters with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's leader, couldn't help but admire his boundless generosity.

"What nonsense! Devilish rhetoric to mislead the crowds! Deviants remain deviants. You fail to grasp that allying with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance offers no sanctuary. Retribution will strike you all in due time."

"Prior to the next wave of Tribulation Reckoning, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance will be crushed by the collective might of the boundless realms. You're merely hastening your doom."

The head of the Prime Sun Heavenly Sect scowled darkly. He never anticipated the Heaven-Slaying Alliance members would shift the tide with mere words, making countless clans and sects hesitate.

To him, deviants were irredeemable. Daring to "slay the heavens" constituted a supreme defiance of cosmic law, ensuring divine punishment.

Other sect heads and chiefs mirrored his icy demeanor, facing off against the Heaven-Slaying Alliance members beyond the majestic hall, dismissing their pleas.

How could they tolerate threats so close to home? The Heaven-Slaying Alliance's presence had long endangered the positions and security of nearby immortal lineages within the Prime-Origin Civilization. Unsurprisingly, they yearned for its eradication.

Besides, the alliance posed a potential catastrophe to the whole Prime-Origin Civilization down the line.

Though astonished that Ling Yuling, ancestor of the Imperial Immortal Palace, had plotted against the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's leader, the result proved advantageous.

"Sister."

The statements from the Heaven-Slaying Alliance members drained the color from Ling Yuxian's delicate features.

Her eyes toward Ling Yuling brimmed with estrangement and incredulity. She could scarcely believe that her sibling, shared through eons, would turn so scheming and merciless, repaying past kindness with enmity.

Particularly hearing how Gu Changge consented to the Prime-Origin Covenant out of deference to her sister and the Imperial Immortal Palace, aiming to spare needless bloodshed, it tore at her soul.

Gu Changge's faith in Ling Yuling and the Imperial Immortal Palace had morphed into the deadliest blade against him.

Various elders and forebears of the Imperial Immortal Palace exhaled heavily, some overwhelmed by regret and powerlessness.

Gu Changge served as a patron to the Imperial Immortal Palace, aiding in their ancestor Ling Yuling's liberation—a fact widely acknowledged.

If feasible, they preferred neutrality toward Gu Changge. This transcended morality; it was survival. Yet now, with Ling Yuling's plot wounding Gu Changge, dynamics shifted irrevocably. The Imperial Immortal Palace stood exposed as ungrateful.

They couldn't fault their ancestor; her moves safeguarded all existence.

"How did things escalate this way?"

"Ancestor, what a pity..."

Elder Jiulin uttered a heavy sigh. He eyed Elder Xianyun beside him, her complexion ashen since before, betraying intense anxiety.

Her composure had vanished, and he figured she fretted over the impending clash. Given Gu Changge's prior residence at the Xianyun Dao Academy, he reassured her, "Elder Xianyun, don't shoulder excessive weight. Allow events to unfold as they will."

Elder Xianyun jolted from her reverie at his words. She tore her eyes from the vaporized zone reluctantly and murmured agreement before quieting.

Elder Jiulin shook his head, holding his tongue. An intense confrontation loomed inescapably.

The Heaven-Slaying Alliance wouldn't overlook this affront.

"This isn't the result I desired."

"Believe me or not, revile or misconstrue me—I'll endure it."

Ling Yuling hovered mid-air, her robes billowing. Encircling her, profound Dao runes wove together, and even her lithe, gem-like arms radiated fearsome energy. Myriad Dao principles gathered, cycling through seasons, dualities, rebirth, storms, and tempests in perpetual flux. Immense pressure could descend anytime.

Her impeccable visage grew composed and resolute, aware that defenses were futile.

The Heaven-Slaying Alliance members would dismiss her utterly. Even her sibling Ling Yuxian regarded her with sorrow and alienation. Chaos was the unavoidable conclusion today.

"Hmph, with no further words, then battle it is. Today, you'll atone dearly for this."

An Ancestral Dao Realm powerhouse from the Heaven-Slaying Alliance advanced, eyes icy. In a flash, he materialized before Ling Yuling.

His enormous hand swept through the void, as though cleaving eras. The cataclysmic might could pulverize all. Turbulent chaos surged in his grip, birthing realms anew, while diverse Dao edicts coalesced into an oceanic expanse of law.

Fellow Ancestral Dao Realm experts from the Heaven-Slaying Alliance mobilized too. Sparing words, they engaged rivals outside the grand palace. Successive supreme Dao principles erupted as invincible bells, sacred tripods, landscape imprints, and colossal kilns. Blazing glories cascaded, poised to eradicate existence.

Boom!

Myriads of realms detonated in unison. The ripples could demolish celestial vaults, attaining pinnacle dread.

Clashes among Dao Realm beings reignited. Lesser practitioners would vaporize instantly amid such reverberations.

The Mountain of Myriad Wonders quaked fiercely. Vast sections fractured, spawning enormous fissures that crumbled into debris. Orbiting stars pulverized under colossal palms bridging firmaments and voids.

Hum!!!

Successive sacred implements ascended skyward. A mere thread of holy radiance could skewer cosmos. This vista instilled dread across the Prime-Origin Civilization's inhabitants. The fray among Dao Realm titans swiftly overflowed worldly bounds.

Their manifestations, spanning billions of feet, upheld eternities. Each gesture brimmed with intent. Incidental minor realms shattered outright. Horrific echoes traversed antiquity, razing immense swathes of time-space.

Now, even outside the boundless domains, the uproar in the Prime-Origin Civilization reverberated.

For the first time across epochs, myriad Dao Realm entities collided.

For mortals, this heralded apocalypse beyond comprehension.

A mere gesture from Dao Realm masters could erase grand universes. In their command, Dao laws reduced to mere arts, effortlessly summoned.

Worlds crumbled like fragile orbs in their grasp.

Skirmishes of Ancestral Dao Realm sovereigns evoked primordial Dao Ancestors at time's genesis, weaving incantations in eternal strife, their essence spanning ages. Ripples bridged antiquity to remotest futures. Eras bloomed, fractured, and faded like tides before them, mirroring temporal flows and infinite realms.

Ling Yuling unleashed her formidable prowess. As a primeval sage of the Prime-Origin Civilization, though not at full zenith, she dwarfed typical Ancestral Dao Realm foes. A light brush of her elegant hand dissolved oncoming arts, splintering starfields.

Aureate tendrils of Dao lanced through every temporal crevice, descending like celestial blades. The firmament shuddered, forcing several Heaven-Slaying Alliance Ancestral Dao Realm warriors to spew blood and retreat, wounded in moments.

Though Ling Yuling restrained herself, her might eclipsed standard Dao Realm levels. None present could curb her.

She ascended further, directing a finger once more. Luminant waves emanated from its tip, surging into a aureate maelstrom brimming with subjugating force, repelling assailants.

"This conflict lacks purpose. Though the Heaven-Slaying Alliance boasts strength, it falters against our combined forces."

"Henceforth, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance dissolves. I shall spare you further hardship," Ling Yuling stated evenly.

"Do you truly believe this concludes matters? The Alliance Leader endures immortally. Victory eludes you."

Yet her declaration fell flat. Jing Tianyun lunged, veiled in subtle haze, his gaze savage. His formerly refined countenance now twisted in fury. A fist, wreathed in dazzling brilliance, demolished the aureate maelstrom.

Ling Yuling regarded this onetime attendant, aware he transcended his former self. She lamented silently. The old Jing Tianyun would never assail her, nor wield such potency. Under Gu Changge's guidance, Jing Tianyun's abilities had soared past prior heights.

Presently, in the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, solely Jing Tianyun could rival her marginally.

Old Man Cold Crow and the aged Daoist abstained from combat. They observed stoically, safeguarding the alliance's vulnerable ranks.

The melee persisted, soon eclipsing the Mountain of Myriad Wonders.

Innumerable clans and sects withdrew hastily, while non-Dao Realm cultivators fled in panic...

At such ferocity, bystanders offered no sacrificial value.

"Kill!"

Beyond the Mountain of Myriad Wonders, it resembled a legion of thousands thundering ahead, skies shrouded in mist, murderous aura booming like gales. Countless riders, wielding divine swords and spears, surged from distances. Below, primeval beasts bellowed, sealing off escape from the Mountain of Myriad Wonders.

The Heaven-Slaying Alliance's emblem whipped in winds, emanating archaic desolation. Now, it morphed into a sacred armament, as if an elder god roused, its dread quaking the empyrean.

Conversely, Zhuo Fengxie, Hun Guangjun, and allies dueled equals, both sides hemorrhaging and marred. Trailing them, every Heaven-Slaying Alliance Dao Realm entity engaged, battling the Prime-Origin Civilization's elders and ancestors from diverse lineages. They warred savagely, blood-soaked.

The Temple of Light and Darkness, Buddha Kingdom of Tathagata, Divine Ascension Cavern, Xiyuan Sacred Hall, and fellow groups entangled in the fray.

Solely Saintess Xiyuan, Eternal Illumination Dao Lord, Shang Chongming, and distant ancients refrained from joining.

In their estimation, the skirmish held no uncertainties. No need for their aid. Their vigilance targeted the chance that Gu Changge, the alliance leader, survived. That cataclysmic blow, lethal to Ancestral Dao Realm, might falter against him.

Thud... thud... thud...

Suddenly, a muffled throb arose from the zone erased by the Covenant Golden Book, akin to a robust heartbeat.

A prismatic glow laced with chaos abruptly radiated outward, scattering all residual essences.

Observers noted scarlet beams erupting, bathing the shadowed Mountain of Myriad Wonders in crimson. From the hushed, barren expanse, an torrent of vital force erupted, like celestial floods cascading, irresistible and all-consuming. The tumultuous clash paused as all eyes fixed on the anomaly's origin.

Eternal Illumination Dao Lord, Shang Chongming, Xiyin, and fellow veterans sharpened their stares, blades of wariness.

"I suspected as much... such an assault couldn't fell him..." Ling Yuling murmured inwardly, then eyed nearby Saintess Xiyuan.

Saintess Xiyuan froze briefly but grasped Ling Yuling's intent. After quiet reflection, she inclined her head affirmatively.

Hum!

From the void's abyss, a subdued exhale resounded. Then, nebulous radiance bloomed, and a silhouette emerged. With effortless motion, a gleaming archaic tome, beaming myriad rays, ascended and swelled into a colossal, timeless pact aloft. Yet ere its clauses manifested, the graceful hand rent it asunder. The luster waned, fragments scattering into nothingness. "Alliance Leader!"

Beholding Gu Changge appear untouched, attire pristine, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance members surged with elation and fervor. Though most clung to devout conviction in his supremacy, that prior onslaught instilled doubt.

Mu Yan, Mo Tong, and kindred sighed in relief.

Ling Yuxian, supported by Imperial Immortal Palace elders, eased at last, her turmoil subsiding. Though aware of Gu Changge's transcendence, anxiety had gripped her.

Conversely, sect heads and chiefs of clans and lineages tensed, visages etched in incredulity. How survived Gu Changge unscathed from such ruin?

Had he endured impassively, merely spectating? Gu Changge's advent quelled the mayhem entirely. Yet all sensed the fleeting respite before tempest's fury.

Absent the intrigues and deceptions, mere covenant-sealing would have averted this.

Gu Changge's prowess outstripped all fathoming. Not only intact, he sundered the Covenant Golden Book with ease.

Envisioning its demise slaying him was delusion.

Retreat proved impossible.

Many bore rueful looks, anticipating the inevitable. "You've truly disappointed me," Gu Changge uttered serenely, regarding Ling Yuling.

His voice lacked inflection, as if her ploys and treachery stirred no ire.

As though that prior whisper encapsulated his sentiment.

Ling Yuling averted her eyes. Regardless, she had shattered his confidence.

She shook her head softly and breathed, "I'm sorry. This isn't the result I wanted."