I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1285:

1646. Erasing Every Trace Across the Multiverse; Do You Truly Wish for Me to Annihilate an Entire Kingdom?

“Is this truly worth it?”

The freezing voice of Gu Changge resonated through the void. As he extended his hand, a slight tremor in his fingers caused the foundations of reality to convulse. Vast segments of the world began to disintegrate, and the very flow of the river of time shuddered under the pressure.

“Gucheng!”

The Saint of Law let out a primal roar, throwing himself forward in a desperate charge.

A hazy, divine furnace hovered above his crown, radiating ancient power.

Heptachromatic flames cascaded down like a celestial galaxy pouring from the Nine Heavens. This overwhelming divine force saturated the firmament, setting the encroaching darkness ablaze. Much like Elder Jin, he had already sustained grievous wounds and had been searching for a moment to recuperate. However, seeing Chu Gucheng suffer another direct strike, he disregarded his own failing vitality and lunged into the fray once more.

Yet, Elder Jin could not even get close to Gu Changge. The colossal hand swatted him aside, slamming him down with such force that his blood erupted at the boundaries of the worlds, scattering and exploding into a crimson mist.

“You…”

Chu Gucheng watched with incandescent rage as the massive palm descended toward him.

A thick shroud of fortune and power surged from his pores, intertwined with the incense and willpower of his people, attempting to facilitate his escape. But Gu Changge’s hand merely pressed down with a light touch, ensnaring him completely.

Chu Gucheng released a stifled groan as the sickening crunch of breaking bones filled the air. His skeleton shattered in multiple places, and the imperial law image behind him—capable of weathering the power of the great Dao—began to warp and buckle. The face of the imperial image, a perfect likeness of his own, twisted in a mask of agony and defiance.

It was a terrifying spectacle: his massive imperial law image, which loomed large enough to fill the heavens, was crushed within that monstrous hand like a common insect. The vast river of stars seemed to turn to mere dust in that grip.

Pinned within the palm, Chu Gucheng found movement impossible. Blood leaked from his form, plunging into the infinite abyss below. His bones continued to grind and snap under the pressure, his expression a chaotic mix of pain, fury, and absolute refusal to submit.

Within the borders of Xian Chu Haotu, he had been an undefeated sovereign since the moment of his birth. Yet here, despite holding every geographic advantage, he stood no chance against Gu Changge. The chasm in their strength was so profound it birthed a sense of total despair.

“Lord!”

The countless inhabitants and Cultivators of Xian Chu Haotu wailed in a mixture of grief and anger.

Their peerless ruler, whom they viewed as a living god, was being held by the throat like a common fowl—a display of utter humiliation. In the imperial capital, the eldest prince, Chu Wushang, turned pale. Watching from the palace, a cold dread began to seep into his heart. Ministers and honored guests stood paralyzed, gasping as they struggled to process the scene. The victory they assumed was guaranteed for Xian Chu Haotu had been completely upended by Gu Changge’s terrifying might, which defied all logic.

“I implore Senior Xingying to intervene!”

Elder Jin, teeth clenched as he fought to stabilize his injuries, looked toward the matriarchs of Xingying for salvation.

“Senior Sister…” The White-browed Star Lord hesitated, his face a battleground of conflicting emotions. He was barely restraining himself from leaping into the void. If this persisted, Chu Gucheng faced true annihilation. This was no longer just about the survival of Xian Chu Haotu; it concerned the very Dao he sought to establish.

Envoys from the Divine Abyss Cave, the Guangming Temple, and the Buddha Kingdom of the Tathagata all turned their gazes toward the Holy Maiden of Xiyuan. They waited for her move, as she was rumored to possess power even greater than Chu Gucheng’s. However, she remained motionless, her eyes fixed on the unfolding catastrophe in the void beyond the worlds. Her passivity only deepened their confusion.

While the people of Xian Chu Haotu trembled, a dull thud echoed from the void. Gu Changge tightened his grip. Though Chu Gucheng refused to scream, his physical form began to rupture. Suddenly, a cataclysmic aura erupted like the detonation of a thousand suns, sweeping across the dimensions. A mist of blood sprayed outward as Chu Gucheng’s body was pulverized by the giant hand. Behind him, his imperial law image shattered into sparkling fragments before vanishing entirely.

“The Lord…”

The masses cried out, unable to fathom that their invincible protector had fallen. Officials and clan patriarchs stood frozen, their blood running cold. Had the leader of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance truly erased Chu Gucheng’s body and soul in a single instant?

“It cannot be… how could my father fall? And the ancestor…” Chu Wushang stumbled, his composure vanishing as his face turned ashen.

“Is the Lord dead?” At the former Grand Tutor’s estate, Chu Bai and Han Feng were rooted to the spot, stunned into silence.

Just as despair threatened to swallow the kingdom, a shimmering rain of light manifested in a dark corner of the outer void, coalescing into glowing clouds. From within that radiance, Chu Gucheng’s figure reappeared. His face was pale with lingering terror. Had he not attained the Ancestor Dao and been anchored to the soil of Xian Chu Haotu—sustained by the infinite willpower and cosmic fortune of his subjects—Gu Changge would have surely ended him just now.

He now fully grasped the true power of his "undefeated" status. Even if Gu Changge obliterated his soul, he could return so long as a single thread of karma, incense power, or a devoted follower remained in the world. To truly kill him, Gu Changge would have to erase every trace of his existence and slaughter every living soul in Xian Chu Haotu.

“The Lord lives!”

“I knew it! He is the sovereign of Xian Chu Haotu, an eternal being!” The citizens wept with relief, their hope rekindled.

“Such is the power of collective willpower. Chu Gucheng is fundamentally tied to his land. Killing him is an impossible task for the leader of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance unless he commits total genocide,” the elder Xingying remarked, her tense posture relaxing slightly.

In the void, Chu Gucheng’s body shone with an undying divine light. “On this soil, you cannot slay me. I am one with these worlds; I shall never fade,” he declared, his armor mending as he leveled his spear at Gu Changge. His voice was filled with renewed conviction.

“I can slay you once, and I can surely do it a billion times more… until not a single shred of your karma remains in this reality,” Gu Changge answered, his eyes like twin abysses.

“Then let us see how many deaths you can deliver!” Chu Gucheng roared, charging forward. His voice boomed across his entire domain: “All living souls, lend me your strength! Follow me to strike down this demon!”

Across countless ancient cities, millions of people knelt in prayer, their voices rising in a unified chant of devotion. Strands of cosmic fortune began to drift from their bodies. What began as small trickles soon merged into massive rivers and oceans of golden light, surging toward their ruler. Another world-shaking clash commenced. Fueled by the life force of his people, Chu Gucheng struck with everything he had.

The chaos outside the worlds churned, resembling the primordial dawn of the universe as laws and the Dao itself were torn asunder. Gu Changge simply pointed a finger. Chu Gucheng’s form exploded once more, his physical shell and soul turned to nothingness by the strike.

“Lord!” the people screamed in horror.

Yet, moments later, the rain of light gathered, and Chu Gucheng stood whole once more. He seemed to transform into an indestructible god of war, his aura growing more ferocious with every resurrection. “I told you,” he sneered, his heart finally steady. “You cannot kill me here.”

His Emperor’s Law Image loomed behind him again, accompanied by the ghostly sounds of ancestral worship. An ancient Emperor appeared at the center of the cosmos, fueled by endless incense. Gu Changge looked at him with a gaze stripped of all emotion. “Are you truly intent on forcing me to slaughter every soul in Xian Chu Haotu?”

The weight of his words caused the vast expanse to tremble. Every inhabitant of the kingdom felt a crushing pressure, as if their hearts were about to burst from sheer terror. In the darkness, Gu Changge’s own law image manifested, so vast it dwarfed the stars. With a casual swipe, he obliterated Chu Gucheng’s Emperor Law Image like a flame snuffed out by the wind.

Chu Gucheng’s face darkened. His safety relied on his people, but if Gu Changge truly intended to commit total extermination, he had no way to shield them. In the capital, ministers felt a shiver of mortality. They were part of that collective; if the kingdom fell, they fell with it.

“The pressure is unbearable…” Guests from other True Worlds wiped cold sweat from their brows. They began to wonder: if such a monster turned his sights on them, would they survive? The price Xian Chu Haotu was paying for this defiance was becoming unimaginably steep.

“Please, everyone! Help us!” Elder Jin cried out to the gathered guests. “This demon speaks of erasing entire kingdoms and treats lives like common weeds! If he is not stopped today, your homes will be next! Without his defeat, the Xiyuan civilization will know no peace!”

The guests wavered, but many kept their eyes on the Holy Maiden of Xiyuan. Since she remained still, they saw no reason to gamble their lives. Furthermore, while Gu Changge spoke of slaughter, he had yet to actually strike the civilians.

“You twist the truth to hide your own provocations,” Ling Yu, the Celestial God, whispered coldly. She found Elder Jin’s attempt to manipulate the crowd repulsive.

Suddenly, as Gu Changge’s voice faded, a terrifying power descended. His gaze swept across the entirety of Xian Chu Haotu. In an instant, the dark cosmos was flooded with a blinding white light that reached into every corner of the domain. Even those watching from distant dimensions recoiled in fear, severing their spiritual connections to avoid the backlash. At the Yuxian Palace, Ling Yu Ling’s mirror shattered as she cut her link to the scene, her heart racing with unease.

“What was that?” a withered old man at the border of the Demon Court gasped. Though the light had passed, the lingering sensation made his soul feel as though it had been plunged into the Nine Hells.

“That was the moment that entity truly opened his eyes to survey the land,” a solemn elder replied. His own divine consciousness had been momentarily frozen by that gaze. The old man from the Cold Crow Sect began to tremble with excitement. “Could it truly be... that great existence?”

They had come seeking the Eternal Life Gate, but this battle had eclipsed everything. They realized they were witnessing something that transcended their understanding of Cultivation. “The Lord of Xian Chu Haotu is a fool, playing a game he doesn’t understand,” the old Taoist muttered as he and the Cold Crow Elder fled the area. They sensed that Gu Changge’s patience had evaporated; he was no longer just fighting a king—he was preparing to erase a kingdom.

Back in the void, Chu Gucheng’s body exploded for the third time. This time, the destruction was absolute. Yet, the willpower of his people pulled him back once more. But as he reformed, his confidence was gone. He looked at Gu Changge with wide, disbelieving eyes.

“You fear me now,” Gu Changge said glacially. “You fear I will actually destroy Xian Chu Haotu to reach you. How pathetic—a ruler who uses the lives of his subjects as a shield.”

As Chu Gucheng revived this time, the lights of the kingdom began to dim. Across the territory, thousands of citizens collapsed, their heads exploding or their souls simply burning out. They were the fuel for his resurrection, their lives sacrificed to maintain his "undefeated" status. The collective willpower was being drained dry, and the cost of his survival was the very kingdom he claimed to protect.