I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1293: The Xian Chu Haotu was erased from all worlds, and this reason alone was enough

The disciples from the Xian Chu Haotu royal lineage, along with several of Chu Gucheng’s most loyal followers, displayed expressions brimming with profound grief, fury, and bitter unwillingness.

Within just one day, the immense Xian Chu Haotu had crumbled entirely into oblivion.

Their kin and loyal aides, who had desperately attempted to aid their flight, all met tragic ends during the desperate retreat.

All around them lay devastation—tumbled structures and broken debris. From their former heights of dominance over myriad cultivators and creatures, they were reduced to wretched wanderers, scrambling desperately for survival.

“Jilang, starting today, our fates rest in your hands. We can no longer linger in the Xiyuan Civilization. Our sole option is to press on to the Xudan Civilization and beg shelter from the Free Immortal Heaven.”

“The powers of the assorted Dao factions within the Xiyuan Civilization will without doubt hunt us down to the last soul.”

Aboard the flying boat, Chu Xinyue gripped the jade bottle firmly in her grasp. She cast a look back at her numerous siblings and the fellow Chu family heirs trailing her, then turned to Ouyang Ji with a tone laced with regret. This stood as the sole strategy she could devise at present. The disaster had struck with brutal swiftness, granting them no moment to ready themselves.

As the second princess of Xian Chu Haotu, Chu Xinyue understood full well that countless eyes had already locked onto their group. With no alternative, she resolved to disperse the survivors and facilitate their evasion. She would lead a band including Ouyang Ji and others toward the Xudan Civilization, aiming for sanctuary in the Free Immortal Heaven.

Survival meant the spark of vengeance could yet ignite.

“They descended upon us with ruthless speed. My greatest fear right now is that we’ll face an ambush long before reaching the Xudan Civilization,” Ouyang Ji replied, his features etched with concern as he voiced his helpless thoughts.

Chu Xinyue clenched her jaw and declared, “Should the worst unfold, we’ll have no recourse but to sacrifice some to delay the pursuers, allowing those with the greatest potential to break free. I bear the bulk of Xian Chu Haotu’s inheritance. They represent the beacon of hope for Xian Chu Haotu’s revival and must not perish lightly.”

With those words, Chu Xinyue surveyed the companions she had chosen to accompany her. A good number possessed remarkable aptitude and fortune. If they evaded death here, they might ascend to the Dao Realm someday. Such prospects formed the bedrock of her vision for retribution ahead.

Ouyang Ji shook his head in response.

Chu Xinyue realized they now depended on the goodwill of strangers, so she held back further words to Ouyang Ji. She suspected the Free Immortal Heaven might hesitate to harbor fugitives from Xian Chu Haotu.

Should conflict erupt, the Free Immortal Heaven would surely face repercussions. Yet at this juncture, beyond the Free Immortal Heaven, no other haven presented itself, leaving her utterly without options.

During the war’s onset, the Starling Elder of Yinxu Cave had vanished into thin air. The White-browed Star Lord might have clung to some unresolved ties, opting to battle beside the officials and celestial warriors instead of fleeing at once. Still, their fate—whether survival or demise—remained shrouded in uncertainty.

Chu Xinyue harbored her own designs. She had no intention of remaining in the Free Immortal Heaven indefinitely. Once stability returned, she planned to depart with her group, seeking fresh territories.

The Free Immortal Heaven served merely as a temporary shelter.

“Jilang, my father prepared multiple time-space concealed artifacts. Within them, he preserved the invaluable legacies of Xian Chu Haotu spanning over a hundred eras, intended as safeguards for an eventual comeback.”

“During my flight this time, I managed to seize numerous treasures from Xian Chu Haotu as well. Upon our secure arrival in the Free Immortal Heaven, should we wed, these shall form my bridal gifts.”

“I recognize that enlisting your aid in Xian Chu Haotu’s plight places a heavy load on you, yet my affection for you runs deep and genuine…”

Chu Xinyue’s eyes warmed with tenderness as she regarded Ouyang Ji, her voice infused with warmth. Already a vision of stunning allure, her complexion gleamed like fresh snow, her form elegant and poised. As she uttered these lines, her delicate fingers lightly swept aside a lock of hair, enhancing her enchanting presence.

Ouyang Ji felt moved by her declaration, surprise and softness flickering across his visage.

“Xinyue, rest easy. As I’ve pledged, the troubles of Xian Chu Haotu are mine to share. I’ll exert every effort to stand by you.” He vowed without delay, thumping his chest for emphasis to comfort her.

At his assurance, Chu Xinyue’s lips curved into a delighted grin.

“Hearing that from you, Jilang, eases my heart completely.”

She uttered this on purpose to steady Ouyang Ji’s resolve.

, and Chu Xinyue harbored no illusions of perpetual support from Ouyang Ji.

Once the Free Immortal Heaven coveted those time-space treasures, it would assuredly protect them. Until securing such prizes, the faction would defend them against hunters.

Chu Xinyue had weighed this angle precisely. Though the Free Immortal Heaven waned in power, how could it spurn such a tempting windfall dangling before it?”Fubao, I entrust you with soothing the group’s spirits. With Xian Chu Haotu razed and my father and his allies likely slain, I stand as the final bearer of Xian Chu Haotu’s legacy. Henceforth, your guidance will prove indispensable…”

Next, Chu Xinyue directed her attention to a hunched, aged silhouette amid the throng.

Fubao had trailed her father from his lowly origins, beholding myriad triumphs and wonders as he rose to command Xian Chu Haotu. For this reason, during her escape, Chu Xinyue brought him, counting on his wisdom.

“Miss Xinyue, fear not. Entrust these duties to this humble old retainer.”

Fubao’s countenance bore the marks of time, creased deeply, as if years had piled on in mere moments. Upon catching Chu Xinyue’s directive, he affirmed promptly.

Chu Xinyue sensed a measure of comfort. She then addressed the rest upon the flying boat.

“Xian Chu Haotu endures a calamity without precedent. The sovereign and his defenders clashed fiercely to stall the foes, granting us this window to flee. By now, they have likely fallen. This enmity against our nation burns eternal in our souls. Someday, we shall exact vengeance on every adversary, settling this score in full.”

“Here and now, I, Chu Xinyue, swear upon the Great Dao that should I fail to redress this wrong, heavenly bolts shall smite me, my soul shall plunge into infernal depths, denied rebirth forever.”

Her words seethed with intense loathing, her delivery ringing with unyielding determination.

Across the cosmic void, a grave and thunderous Dao resonance seemed to reverberate, as turbulent storms rumbled in echo to her solemn oath. The passengers on the flying boat, mired in despair and the raw anguish of Xian Chu Haotu’s fall, found their countenances brighten at her proclamation. Sorrow shifted to ignited passion and zeal.

“This wrong unrighted, we’ll strike back measure for measure, crimson for crimson.”

Others echoed her, forging parallel oaths of their own.

Chu Xinyue offered a faint nod of approval, her fingers squeezing the jade bottle. Their vessel sped onward. Once beyond this zone, they’d soon depart Xian Chu Haotu’s domain and venture past the Xiyuan Civilization’s bounds.

Ouyang Ji observed Chu Xinyue’s assured demeanor and quietly shook his head.

Setting aside various complications, Chu Xinyue proved exceptional, a figure who could stand toe-to-toe with her sire, Chu Gucheng. Amid mortal peril, she still devised means to rally the group and court the Free Immortal Heaven.

Yet Ouyang Ji discerned her schemes. He couldn’t confirm the reality of those time-space hidden treasures she invoked.

In earlier days, such tales might have stirred his greed, prompting schemes to unearth and claim them. But presently, with Chu Xinyue barely clinging to life while plotting reprisal, it rang as a madman’s fancy.

A subtle glint of scorn danced in Ouyang Ji’s gaze.

The flying boat cleaved through the starry expanse, hurtling along the boundless currents of time and space, leaving expansive stellar realms in its wake.

“Henceforth, Xian Chu Haotu vanishes from existence.”

A voice arose abruptly, serene and devoid of feeling, as if untouched by any sentiment, resounding across the infinite void. It evoked the decree of an eternal, divine being pronouncing fate upon creation.

From the frigid reaches of the void, a beam of radiance lanced forth. Its blinding luster resembled a piercing shaft, banishing the utter darkness of the profound universe.

Chu Xinyue, fresh from bolstering the group and tasting brief solace, underwent a drastic shift in her features at the voice, her look one of utter incredulity.

“Impossible?”

She leaped upright, dashed to the flying boat’s prow, and unleashed fingers aglow with sacred radiance, surging ahead to meet the advancing beam.

A cataclysmic surge of power erupted in the emptiness, akin to the detonation of eons’ worth of chaos, unleashing ruin that could shatter skies and realms alike.

Chu Xinyue reeled back at once, blood erupting from her lips as her form hurtled through the air, slamming against the flying boat before crumpling to the deck. The limb she’d extended in defiance dangled limp, drenched in crimson.

“Second Princess…”

Every soul on the flying boat mirrored the alarm in their faces. Several potent cultivators hurried to aid Chu Xinyue.

“Flee at once!”

Chu Xinyue’s complexion drained of color as she forced herself upright, yet that solitary blow had crippled her arm, and she discerned the foe had restrained their might deliberately.

An adversary of such caliber transcended the Dao Realm entirely. She stood no chance against them. Reluctance and hopelessness surged within her.

They had fled this far already—

Furthermore, this flying boat ranked as a supreme relic, veiling heavenly mysteries to thwart divination or pursuit by enemies. 

“As of this day, Xian Chu Haotu is expunged from every realm. None shall slip away.”

Silently, a silhouette materialized upon the flying boat, its stare flat and detached as it fixed on Chu Xinyue.

“You?”

Chu Xinyue’s eyes bulged, locked intently on the newcomer, her visage a mask of shock. The slayer of her brother Chu Xiao, the nemesis she yearned to destroy, stood before her.

“You appear rather taken aback.”

Gu Changge’s gaze stayed cool and impassive, his voice stripped of any inflection.

“I never imagined…” Chu Xinyue let out a wry chuckle. She glanced about, noting how those who had moments before brimmed with zeal for Xian Chu Haotu’s cause now resembled faded blooms, their faces pale with terror and quakes.

The overpowering foe who had overwhelmed her father, Jin Lao, and their allies in unison now loomed here, barring their path with intent.

She held no grudge against the others’ despairing dread and refusal to resist. In this impasse, even her father’s return couldn’t alter the outcome.

“Evidently, this vial holds the final remnant of Chu Wushang’s true soul. You intend to aid his bodily reconstruction and his return to life?”

“I had assumed Chu Gucheng possessed the ruthlessness to enact such a deed—sacrificing his heir for higher purpose—but perhaps I credited him too highly.”

Gu Changge’s attention settled on the pristine jade vial clutched by Chu Xinyue, piercing its secret at a glance. Prior to this, he’d harbored doubts as to whether Chu Gucheng had truly slain Chu Wushang in the palace. Though Chu Gucheng nurtured cold resolve, his devotion to his younger son had sparked wars against the Demon Court, costing dearly.

He likely lacked the resolve to end his own flesh and blood. Gu Changge’s observation struck true, darkening Chu Xinyue’s countenance anew. Before the Dao factions’ alliance stormed in, Chu Gucheng had orchestrated an exit for Chu Wushang. He’d drawn out a fragment of his true soul, encased it in a vessel, and concealed it from sight.

Afterward, he’d enacted a display of noble sacrifice in the hall, misleading all onlookers. The soul’s vessel had passed to Chu Xinyue for safeguarding. In due course, she was to facilitate Chu Wushang’s rebirth.

The flying boat’s occupants froze in astonishment. None had foreseen the crown prince Chu Wuchang enduring, with a soul trace preserved. Thus, the seeming noble sacrifice by Chu Gucheng in the hall proved a mere ploy to dupe the masses.

“So this is the Xian Chu Haotu you strove to defend, the sovereign to whom you swore fealty? Do you at last perceive his authentic character?”

Gu Changge observed the shifting looks among the flying boat’s passengers, a subtle smirk gracing his features.

With a light gesture, the pristine jade vial slipped from Chu Xinyue’s hold into his grasp.

Amid the stunned faces surrounding her, Chu Xinyue tasted only bitterness and impotence. She grasped that any defense now rang hollow. Even a full accounting wouldn’t sway Gu Changge from slaying them on a whim. 

“Young Master Gu…”

Ouyang Ji offered a slight bow of respect. Gu Changge’s presence held no shock for him; he’d long beheld the youth’s immense prowess, inspiring only awe and submission.

Should he have heeded the Free Immortal Heaven’s elders and deepened ties with Xian Chu Haotu, the fallout might have ensnared even that haven in chaos and ruin.

Witnessing Ouyang Ji’s deferential bearing toward Gu Changge, Chu Xinyue faltered, momentarily at a loss.

For survival, Ouyang Ji ought not to have shown such obeisance. Abruptly, she shuddered violently, comprehension dawning. Her features blanched, wracked by surging rage and denial.

“Ouyang Ji… You… You’ve betrayed me from the start…”She jabbed a quivering finger at him, her stare ablaze with profound bitterness and wrath.

Should she fail to see it now, she’d scarcely merit her title as Xian Chu Haotu’s second princess. All along, she’d trusted Ouyang Ji’s admiration and readiness to aid her, drawing him into her confidence on vital secrets.

Yet Ouyang Ji had played her false throughout? His displays of fondness amounted to mere pretense.

At her accusation, Ouyang Ji merely regarded her steadily, offering no retort.

Chu Xinyue, who’d deemed herself shrewd while dismissing others as smitten dupes, now reaped the bitter harvest of her own folly.

“My disposition leans merciful, averse to needless slaughter of the blameless. If you cling to vengeance for Xian Chu Haotu and stand against me, then follow her into oblivion.”

Gu Changge’s demeanor stayed composed as he surveyed the flying boat’s remainder. His statement prompted visible shifts among cultivators with scant ties to Xian Chu Haotu’s royals.

Temptation gleamed in many eyes. To date, they’d bled dry for Xian Chu Haotu.

But Chu Gucheng had misled them to the last. Better to embrace life under a colossus like Gu Changge than perish in ignorance.

After fleeting doubt, numerous voices rose in submission. Even kin-linked disciples of Xian Chu Haotu’s royals joined, all prizing endurance above all.

“Second Princess, this old retainer regrets failing you. I’ve devoted my life to Xian Chu Haotu, only to end without honor. At this stage, I seek merely my own continuance.”

Guilt shadowed Fubao’s face as he too opted to yield.

Seeing that even this devoted elder of Xian Chu Haotu, steadfast in service across decades, had turned away from them