I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1292: The enemy that can never be defeated, I am the heaven of the world

That immense and unfathomable adversary reemerged at the brink of the Celestial Chu realm, remaining just as serene and detached as during that fateful moment.

Within those profound depths, emotions appeared entirely absent, with no trace of agitation stirred by the surrounding turmoil.

“Why? Why has it ended up this way after all?”

Chu Gucheng found himself encircled by multiple foes once more, crimson liquid trickling from his lips and nostrils, his frame broken, and his protective gear utterly ripped to shreds. He fixed his gaze on Gu Changge, eyes brimming with reluctance.

Following the unintended disruption to the True Realm, Gu Changge opted to depart without further action. This granted Chu Gucheng a short respite to regroup. He believed he might secure at least a period to heal.

Yet, who could have foreseen that merely weeks afterward, the Celestial Chu realm would face total annihilation?

The catastrophe struck with shocking speed, erasing that fleeting chance for recovery in a flash.

The result had been sealed on that very day. Every struggle and toil over the recent days proved futile—mere pointless resistance.

From beyond the skies, Gu Changge observed the chaos with composure. He refrained from any involvement, simply awaiting the final collapse of the Celestial Chu realm.

Despite the assault from numerous assailants, Chu Gucheng kept his stare locked on him, refusing to yield.

All at once, he caught a subtle motion from Gu Changge’s mouth, yet the vast separation prevented him from catching the words spoken.

Chu Gucheng’s defiance lingered, his intense gaze still pinned on Gu Changge.

Observing this, Gu Changge appeared to harbor a touch of pity for Chu Gucheng, a subtle grin forming at his lips, akin to beholding a doomed creature in its final throes.

Another blow struck Chu Gucheng, a forceful hand slamming into his torso. His armor fragmented into shards, and his chest nearly caved in completely. At last, he grasped the earlier words from Gu Changge:

“Because I am the foe you can never overcome.”

“Now I get it… now I get it…”

With a face twisted in bitterness, Chu Gucheng plummeted from the skies, his form in ruins, gore staining his features, oozing from every inch of skin. His war gear was drenched in scarlet.

“Lord…”

Numerous commanders who had battled by his side exclaimed in shock. A few dashed forward in an attempt to seize his falling body.

Yet from the distance, a horrifying punch imprint crashed down, quaking the cosmos. In a thunderous blast, the individual exploded into a mist of gore, their essence obliterated instantly.

“Kill! These invaders seek to ruin our Celestial Chu realm, so we’ll battle them until the last breath. None shall desecrate our home!”

Chu Gucheng’s old follower, the Eight-Headed True God, had nearly ventured to the Immortal Spirit Civilization to probe the Destroying Heaven Alliance’s secrets. But Chu Gucheng summoned him back mid-journey, sparing him from calamity.

At present, his gaze burned with rage, each of his heads radiating blazing fury. He bellowed and lunged ahead, casting aside his typical wariness to clash boldly with a Dao Realm expert. Boundless power surged outward, ultimately ravaging the nearby cosmos and triggering its breakdown.

Soon, yet another Dao Realm powerhouse joined the fray. Together, they overwhelmed and slew the Eight-Headed True God, his vital fluids scattering into the endless abyss.

Chu Gucheng sprawled amid a sea of blood, the sights around him fading into haze. He witnessed his loyal followers engaging in frantic combat. Even the former rival champion lord, Chu Heng, who had once nearly confronted him in the grand assembly, now waged a savage war against several opponents, directing troops in a gore-soaked struggle.

The other regions fared no better in savagery. Some yielded to survive, while others pledged unyielding defiance.

Among his lineage, some kin battled on. Past companions, a few had seized supplies and escaped, but others held the line until their dying seconds.

A pang of remorse stirred in Chu Gucheng’s core. Had he chosen differently in the past, might the outcome have shifted?

Yet alternatives were scarce. An unseen force orchestrated it all from the shadows, driving him relentlessly toward this hopeless end.

The firmament quaked fiercely, and a pristine, unblemished hand of jade hue descended anew from above. The realm appeared to waver, on the verge of total obliteration from existence.

“Where have you confined Saintess Xiyuan within the Celestial Chu realm?” Xiyin demanded icily of Chu Gucheng, her digits swirling with profound Dao essences, bearing down on the assembly.

Chu Gucheng erupted in manic laughter, ignoring the grievous injuries gushing blood, and declared, “Saintess Xiyuan chose to stand against my Celestial Chu realm. She was banished long ago and sealed in the infinite voids of space-time. You’ll never locate her.”

He rocketed skyward anew, facing the horde of adversaries. His locks tangled wildly, his figure bathed in crimson, as though reason had utterly fled him.

The myriad divine techniques and insights he had honed across endless eons, coupled with fearsome supreme artifacts and sealed relics, all burst forth. A stupendous surge of might detonated, rattling eras past and present, resembling myriad stars detonating across the cosmic void. The cataclysmic force ravaged all in its wake, as adjacent realms and the cosmos crumbled without a sound.

Even those at the Ancestor Dao level quivered at the display, grasping that Chu Gucheng waged a suicidal war, intent on dragging his foes into oblivion.

“You seek your own doom!”

Xiyin’s wrath peaked. Her authentic manifestation arrived, and she swung her hand in a devastating arc, erasing all it touched. Radiant Dao beams flowed from her alabaster palm, with trillions of laws unfolding, evoking the dawn of creation where she poised to rend the primordial chaos afresh.

With a casual gesture, celestial bodies reformed, blazing with splendor amid swirling chaos, hurtling toward the vanguard.

The clash, upending epochs ancient and new, swiftly engulfed infinite space-time, with enormous swaths of cosmic structure fracturing. Innumerable souls and practitioners shuddered in dread.

“This is the spectacle you wished to witness, right?”

In a hushed instant, a voice tinged with faint regret echoed beside Gu Changge’s ear.

Ling Yuxian positioned herself against the gale, ahead of the archaic vessel. Her ebony tresses danced, and her luminous gaze fixed on the brutal strife raging in the Celestial Chu realm.

Gu Changge stayed facing forward, steadily surveying the widespread carnage around them.

“Just as anticipated,” he replied evenly.

“The Celestial Chu realm truly faces extinction…”

Ling Yuxian displayed no overt grief, yet the swift downfall and erasure of such an eternal domain left her with tangled emotions.

Peaks and valleys crumbled, the ground rent asunder, and sacred peaks with isles adrift in the stellar ocean tumbled into ruin and disappearance.

Even in remote expanses, vital worlds dimmed swiftly and plunged into perpetual quiet. Though heartbreaking, the vista held a grand allure.

The expansive star streams and limitless cosmos—in this instant, they mimicked resplendent pyrotechnics, blooming gloriously before vanishing into endless night.

“The Celestial Chu realm invited its own ruin. Such is its destiny,” Gu Changge shifted his attention to Ling Yuxian at his side.

Ling Yuxian gave a nod, preferring to drop the subject. She lingered near Gu Changge, and a gust carried her locks against his form, wafting a subtle, elegant scent.

In that pause, a flicker of uncertainty crossed her features, as if words hovered on her tongue yet remained unspoken.

“Following your clash with Chu Gucheng, you haven’t gone back to the Imperial Immortal Palace…” After a brief reflection, she murmured gently.

Ling Yuxian pondered why Gu Changge had unsettled the True Realm that day, summoning its phantom image to haunt the planes and thwart Chu Gucheng’s passage through the Heavenly Decay Tribulation. Though the backlash should have struck him, it did not.

Afterward, Gu Changge vanished. She assumed he’d head to the Imperial Immortal Palace, but her search there yielded nothing.

Only upon hearing from her forebear, Jing Tianyuan of the Jing Clan, about Saintess Xiyuan rallying Daoist sects to assault the Celestial Chu realm did she reunite with Gu Changge, now among the coalition of lineages.

“Are you concerned for my well-being?” Gu Changge queried with a sudden grin.

Ling Yuxian let out a soft sound but offered no rebuttal.

“From antiquity onward, those marked by the True Realm meet grim fates,” she explained, her porcelain skin aglow with soft luster. Her crimson lips and pearly smile, paired with her refined profile, lent her an air of poise. Her liquid-like eyes met Gu Changge’s as she continued.

Especially given Gu Changge’s founding of the “Defying Heaven Alliance,” viewed as an act of insurrection. On reflection, Xiyin found it unsurprising that the True Realm had taken notice of him.

“What of the True Realm? Someday, I’ll confront it myself,” Gu Changge responded smilingly, utterly unperturbed.

“Is this the real drive for your pursuit of Defying Heaven?” Ling Yuxian regarded him intently, her striking eyes alight, as though a revelation dawned on her about Gu Changge’s aims.

If this lay at the heart of forming the Defying Heaven Alliance, then linking it to the group’s objectives and Gu Changge’s deeds in the Xiyuan Civilization made it all click.

Ling Yuxian was no mere figure. She understood the True Realm’s weight upon the myriad existences. Even she and her sibling, Ling Yuling, shunned delving into it.

“Then what do you suppose my goal ought to be? To dominate the realms, revive the Heavenly Organization, or dismantle the Heavenly Dao’s hold and forge unity across the boundless expanse?” Gu Changge chuckled softly.

Ling Yuxian shook her head, her raven waves shifting with the gesture. She looked at him earnestly and stated, “No, I trust you.”

“Your trust holds no sway. I require no one’s faith,” Gu Changge dismissed with a shake of his head and a smile, his expression reverting to its typical poised detachment.

Ling Yuxian’s face grew more intricate. The journey of Defying Heaven brimmed with peril. Endless forerunners had trod it, only to falter utterly. It was a trail of barbs and mire, a hopeless impasse with no retreat, fated for defeat.

For both nascent and primordial True Realms, amid each era’s cataclysm, throngs of Heaven Defiers arose, yet their ends? The bolder and more naive they proved, the swifter their demise.

Even Ancestor Dao entities who endured the Seven Heavenly Decay Tribulations, or those nearing transcendence, held the True Realm in profound awe.

The greater one’s stature, the clearer the realization of this path’s dangers, its near-impossible odds of triumph.

Ling Yuxian trailed Gu Changge’s silhouette from the ancient warship. Her thoughts still swirled with prior complexities. Snapping back, she found them in a desolate stellar zone, ringed by massive debris from broken worlds drifting in the emptiness, with distant cadavers strewn about.

“While others clash in frenzy, heedless of demise, you’ve kindled the blaze in the Celestial Chu realm and now seek to depart so casually. Doesn’t that strike you as overly straightforward?” Gu Changge remarked steadily as he approached her unhurriedly, arms folded behind, voice neutral.

The void ahead warped and undulated. With one digit, he rent the fabric, hurling a withered old form backward in a spray of blood. His garments hung in tatters, visage smeared with gore and terror.

“You… you…”

The elder was none other than Elder Jin of the Xudan Civilization. He had allied with Chu Gucheng and kin against Gu Changge, suffering grave harm. Thereafter, he had hidden in the Celestial Chu realm to mend, intending to flee upon partial recovery and rejoin his home.

But as the Celestial Chu realm endured its apocalypse, he shunned joining their suicidal stand. Seizing a moment, he aimed to slip into the temporal flows.

Regrettably, Gu Changge had spotted him long before.

“You fiend, you’ve plotted against every soul, and karma will claim you. If the heavens spare you, others won’t,” Elder Jin spat, blood masking his features. The prior rift had almost impaled him, aggravating his dire state. Against Gu Changge, flight seemed impossible.

“I embody the heaven for all existences across the realms. Let’s see who dares challenge me,” Gu Changge scoffed coldly, eyes icy.

“Karma cycles eternally. The deeds you plant now will ripen soon enough. No matter your might or hubris, judgment will find you,” Elder Jin clenched his jaw, reluctance etched on his face. He knew mercy from Gu Changge was a fantasy.

Suddenly, a dread presence flared from his vacant brow center, making the universe shudder as myriad temporal layers echoed the surge.

He readied his implosion, offering his Dao core to drag Gu Changge into the void.

Such a detonation by an Ancestor Dao entity was a rarity unseen for ages untold.

The ripples from Elder Jin’s outburst coursed through time’s stream, spanning vast space-time. Innumerable junctions buckled under the relentless, apocalyptic force.

Yet Gu Changge had foreseen Elder Jin’s ploy. In his grasp materialized a radiant sphere, brimming with infinite Great Dao aura. It gleamed with arcane wonder, as if encompassing myriad stars, endless realms, and the infinite cosmos.

This was the Civilizational Treasure known as the Great Wish Orb.

With a swift motion, Gu Changge lifted his palm, unleashing rays of holy brilliance. The Great Wish Orb ascended like a luminous moon over the planes, promptly enveloping Elder Jin.

The torrent of limitless power raged inside, akin to clashing oceans, yet contained without leakage.

Elder Jin’s eyes bulged in disbelief at the sight, powerless as his Dao core fragmented and the explosive might got absorbed into the glowing orb.

Though not an original Civilizational Treasure, the Great Wish Orb stood as a pinnacle artifact crafted from a grand civilization’s collective might and trove.

Absorbing the cataclysmic output of an Ancestor Dao powerhouse posed no strain.

Gu Changge planned to temper the Great Wish Orb further, and Elder Jin’s burst would fuel its self-sustenance for ages.

“Is that a Civilizational Treasure?”

Ling Yuxian gaped at the unfolding. She had braced for an Ancestor Dao self-blast to ravage the entire Xianchu Hao expanse and level the vicinity. Instead, it faded noiselessly into nothing.

Gu Changge inclined his head faintly, offering no elaboration, and tucked the Great Wish Orb away with ease.

He had deliberately let Ling Yuxian witness this. The Great Wish Orb paled against originals like the Eternal Life Door or Mirror of Reincarnation. Exposure carried little risk.

“This must be a later creation mimicking a first-generation Civilizational Treasure, born from a subsequent civilization…”

Ling Yuxian composed herself. Her keen insight readily differentiated the Great Wish Orb from primes like the Eternal Life Door.

Now, Gu Changge had revealed the Great Wish Orb to her eyes.

The demise of an Ancestor Dao powerhouse would once spark vast uproar, but amid today’s carnage, few spared it a thought.

Fallen titans abounded. Scarlet pillars pierced the celestial depths, flooding the Four Seas and Eight Desolates in a testament to the slaughter of countless paragons.

Even Dao Realm experts barely endured this war, much less lesser beings.

In a fractured and barren stellar cluster, a flying