I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1317 In My Eyes, Are You Not Also Ants?

"So, what result are you hoping for? Frankly, I don't believe you'd be so reckless as to plot against me like that," Gu Changge replied coolly. "The recent events caught me off guard too. Prior to this, I hadn't foreseen anything like it happening."

"I'm willing to vow on my Dao Heart that I had no hand in orchestrating this. My aim was never to target you through such means."

Ling Yuling realized Gu Changge probably wouldn't trust her statements at this point, yet she persisted in her awkward defense.

Earlier, reconciliation had seemed possible, but now, only conflict remained an option. Inside, her thoughts swirled in turmoil. The unfolding events had spiraled far beyond her grasp and predictions.

"By 'unexpected,' do you mean my survival and complete safety?" Gu Changge inquired mildly, his voice relaxed.

Ling Yuling let out a silent sigh, recognizing the futility of her justifications.

Gu Changge wouldn't accept her words anymore. The Prime-Origin Covenant's signing had been his own agreement, attended in person, which showed his respect and faith in her.

He'd repeatedly expressed his desire for her to align with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance and support him.

Considering his perspective, she'd struggle to forgive such a profound betrayal of her genuine intentions.

"I'm sorry," Ling Yuling murmured once more after a brief pause.

Gu Changge turned his focus away from her. His eyes, serene yet icy, scanned the figures opposing the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, his voice steady and unyielding.

"I offered you an opportunity, yet you failed to grasp it. If the lives of the Prime Origin Civilization's inhabitants mean nothing to you, why expect compassion from me?"

His statement drained the color from the faces of the leaders and prominent members of the orthodox sects.

A cold dread gripped many, their bodies shaking as they comprehended Gu Changge's implication. Without the prior mishap, negotiation might have prevailed, the Prime-Origin Covenant could have formed, fostering harmony.

Yet everything lay in ruins now.

Gu Changge had no interest in discussions. Confrontation between the Heaven-Slaying Alliance and the sects was inevitable.

Bitter looks crossed many faces; words formed on their lips but remained unspoken. They recognized their lack of righteousness.

They'd struck first with vicious tactics and deceit. What right did they have to demand fairness or leniency from the Heaven-Slaying Alliance?

The Saintess Xiyuan cast a glance at Ling Yuling, words hovering on her tongue. Uncertainty lingered about whether Ling Yuling had orchestrated the plot against Gu Changge.

One fact stood clear: without swift action from Ling Yuling, the Prime-Origin Civilization faced a horrifying slaughter.

"I've long hoped for harmony among the races and sects, free from clashes. The Black Calamity looms once more. If internal conflicts persist in the Prime-Origin Civilization, enduring the disaster seems unlikely."

"That's been my deepest desire," Ling Yuling stated, gazing at Gu Changge. She sensed his profound letdown toward her. Anger might even be beyond what she deserved now.

Still, she yearned to strive for stability in the present chaos.

"You repeatedly warn of the Black Calamity's approach and urge an end to the Prime-Origin Civilization's divisions. Yet the circumstances suggest my Heaven-Slaying Alliance isn't the force disrupting tranquility." "Ling Yuling, perhaps you should direct those remarks elsewhere? Am I the intended audience?" Gu Changge chuckled softly with mockery, the sarcasm evident to all.

Ling Yuling's face stiffened, particularly at Gu Changge's direct use of her name. An inner sigh escaped her, accompanied by a profound sense of helplessness.

Did no path to mending ties exist?

"My thoughts are a whirlwind at the moment. Explaining this to you, Young Master Gu, eludes me, but I swear upon my Dao Heart that I played no part in the scheme against you."

"War with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance is the last thing I desire. The Imperial Immortal Palace, myself included, remains indebted to you. Betraying benevolence for hostility makes no sense. Without our opposing stances, I'm certain we could have toasted as allies and confidants."

"Young Master Gu, grant me a little time? Place your faith in me again. I vow to uncover the full truth, identify the one who altered the Alliance Golden Tome and undermined the Prime-Origin Covenant on purpose. Their motives are vile, the plot carefully laid. It might even stem from a hostile True World civilization rivaling the Prime-Origin Civilization..." Determination and resolve rarely seen etched across Ling Yuling's soft, serene features. Her luminous gaze locked onto Gu Changge, brimming with desperation.

Her declaration left many in shock. Was Ling Yuling truly innocent of the behind-the-scenes machinations?

However, she and others had crafted the Alliance Golden Tome together under her supervision. Tampering by an outsider seemed improbable.

Or was this merely a ploy to stall?

Post-incident, few dared to assess Ling Yuling based solely on her mild demeanor.

"Alliance Leader, don't fall for her solo claims! Women's intentions can be the deadliest. What plots might she be weaving? Not all possess your mercy and openness," urged the Heaven-Slaying Alliance members frantically.

Anxiety etched their faces, fearing Gu Changge's potential lapse in caution.

"Ling Yuling, with your sage heritage, you know Dao Heart vows mean little to entities like us, don't you?" Gu Changge disregarded the Alliance members' warnings and regarded Ling Yuling with a subtle grin. "If you seek another chance of trust, so be it. The Prime-Origin Covenant remains viable, though with a stipulation." "Henceforth, every sect and race in the Prime-Origin Civilization submits to my Heaven-Slaying Alliance's authority. Defiers face the iron laws of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance."

"Does this term suit you? It preserves your cherished peace sans violence, quells the divisions you fear, and forges a unified front among races and powers. A perfect mutual gain, no?" Ling Yuling stood frozen at his words, at a loss for response. Her lips parted, but no sound emerged.

Agreement from her alone wouldn't suffice; the Prime-Origin Civilization's races and sects would reject it outright.

Not even the Xiyuan Sacred Hall at its zenith could compel universal submission.

This equated to domination and bondage.

The assembled leaders and key figures of the orthodox sects bore somber looks.

Acceptance was impossible. It would relegate them to subordinates and lackeys of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance. Better to battle fiercely—perhaps a slim hope lingered.

"I regret that, even if I wished to consent, I couldn't."

"The Imperial Immortal Palace accepts your proposal, but I lack authority over other races and sects. They'll refuse as well," Ling Yuling replied, a trace of sorrow in her voice.

Gu Changge appeared unsurprised. With a faint smile, he noted, "Yet isn't this the optimal path for this world's countless lives? Why resist from the races and sects? Do they view the world's beings and kin as mere extensions of themselves?" "Beyond my Heaven-Slaying Alliance, no entity in this realm values their existence."

His sharp, blunt remarks stripped away the pretentious veneer of the present orthodox sects.

Numerous leaders and figures paled, their visages grim and twisted, bereft of counterarguments.

The lesser races and powers in the Mountain of Myriad Wonders viewed the development without great astonishment, though bitterness and grudge festered in many.

Harsh realities defined the realm. To those eternal orthodox sects, the masses were insignificant insects. Concern for their fates was absent.

Formerly, they championed justice for all life, but now their self-serving goals stood exposed.

As Gu Changge asserted, only the Heaven-Slaying Alliance truly regarded their lives.

Their vaunted solidarity amounted to ants huddling pitifully in the gaze of immortal sects.

Thus, aligning with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance beat serving as disposable troops for the races and sects, ensuring their endurance.

"Spare the chatter! Fellow Daoists, why cling to ethics against these deviants and betrayers?"

"Forget the Prime Origin Covenant. Unite and eradicate the Heaven-Slaying Alliance right here."

The Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's sect master uttered icily, shattering the quiet. His sect's elders and disciples behind him displayed murderous resolve, primed for mortal combat.

"The Prime Sun Daoist speaks true. Talk serves no purpose now. The Heaven-Slaying Alliance defies the cosmos and invites doom. Our actions align with the cosmic flow and divine mandate."

"Even if you abstain today, will the Heaven-Slaying Alliance spare you later? Across the immense True World, myriad races and powers emerge and vanish daily. Heaven's unchanging decree governs this. Guilt is needless. Harmony with nature dictates heaven's cycle. Conquerors needn't tidy one chamber."

A sect master figure advanced, his resonant declaration thundering across the skies, swaying the countenances of wavering cultivators and entities.

His logic held firm. Guilt or neutrality now wouldn't absolve them from complicity in the plot against Gu Changge or evade future reprisals from the Heaven-Slaying Alliance. Their fates intertwined.

Besides, in the boundless True World, innumerate races and forces expired each day. Genuine regard for them was scarce.

Despite overtures to garner support, would a sovereign dragon heed ants' views?

"No alternative remains."

One race's leader, after brief deliberation, resolved decisively.

His gaze hardened mercilessly as he covertly ordered his kin to gear up for war.

Spurred by the Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's sect master and allies, the vacillating heads of races and powers steeled their wills.

Future amity with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance was unassured, reprisals loomed. The sole recourse: collaborate to inter the Heaven-Slaying Alliance on-site. Racial priorities erased any residual remorse.

"Haha, humanity's essence shines through. So-called virtue and the masses crumble before personal gain."

"Strip away the false piety, and you mirror the heretics. How dare you label my Heaven-Slaying Alliance as such?"

From the Heaven-Slaying Alliance ranks, Old Man Cold Crow observed the spectacle with overt derision.

"Haha, if death is your wish, we'll grant it."

"With the Alliance Leader present, victory eludes you."

Old Man Cold Crow's followers in the Heaven-Slaying Alliance erupted in laughter, their features alight with contempt and superiority.

"If a lone chamber defies your control, how presume to rule the realm? You segregate yourselves from the ants, yet in my view, you match them. Are you not ants as well?"

Gu Changge observed the advancing races and orthodox sects with frigid detachment, his gaze emotionless.

"Heretics and fiends, sowing disorder and deceit—you merit annihilation!" Enraged by Gu Changge's impassive stare, the Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's sect master bellowed.

The Yin-Yang Twin Swords materialized in his grasp, morphing into twin ebony fish gliding across the firmament, coalescing into a blade that cleaved downward with devastating might.

The fearsome presence made Dao Realm powerhouses quiver.

In adjacent universes, Immortal Kings, Quasi-Immortal Emperors, and Immortal Emperors sensed the suffocating force, compelled to prostrate and bow toward it.

This colossal, dread aura surged through the Mountain of Myriad Wonders, permeating nearby universes.

As the Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's sect master struck, his trailing Dao Realm elders unleashed their assaults. Radiant Dao Realm principles wove into an expansive web, blanketing the skies and crashing toward Gu Changge.

Suddenly, the frenzied skirmish reignited. Innumerable structures in the Mountain of Myriad Wonders crumbled to nothingness.

Beneath the unrelenting barrage of Ancestral Dao Realm might, defiance proved futile. All dissolved to debris in moments.

Gu Changge regarded the oncoming assailants with chill resolve. He merely lifted his palm and thrust it ahead.

Instantly, a cataclysmic force, akin to a rampaging torrent, saturated the void, ensnaring the Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's sect master and his cohort.

Crack!

A sharp snap echoed as the Yin-Yang Twin Swords fragmented. The Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's sect master spewed blood. Struck foremost, his limbs detonated. Disbelief flooded his eyes. "How... could this be?" His tone quavered.

Absolute obscurity engulfed the zone, repelling all illumination. A subtle, crushing weight persisted, pulverizing nearby laws.

Every universe quaked; absent Dao Realm safeguards, the merest trace of this dread force would obliterate all. The Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's charging members vanished into the profound, mute gloom.

The Mountain of Myriad Wonders' primordial entities shuddered in terror, sight denied to the proceedings. Gu Changge's form eluded perception.

Then, a thunderous blast, reminiscent of antiquity, resounded along time's stream, pulsing through all universes.

The Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's sect master hurtled backward, his form disintegrating. Eyes bulging, a puncture marred his brow, vitality ebbed.

In his dimming sight, archaic phantoms danced, as though he'd beheld a vista from an inconceivably remote epoch.

He appeared to witness an ineffable silhouette from primordial times, arising from time's abyss. The entity wielded a shadowy, ominous halberd. One sweep annihilated myriad ancient universes and peerless True Worlds, extinguishing their denizens.

As it advanced, the aura intensified to horror. Each light ray outshone supreme domains; every stride rent the cosmos asunder. "How... could this be?"

At an Ancestral Dao Realm expert's demise, visions of the inconceivable might surface.

None fathomed what the Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's sect master had witnessed, but in mere instants, he perished horrifically. Even in his last breaths, disbelief, dread, and terror filled his eyes...