I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1297: Tai Xuan Ancestor God, Let the Great Calamity Ceremony Arrive Early

“So, what do you intend to do next?”

Within the courtyard, a soft wind swept by, making several bamboo stems sway lightly beneath the fading sunlight, creating a soft whispering noise.

Mu Yan brushed aside a lock of hair from her brow and turned her focus once more to the chess game. As the successor of the Xianling Civilization, she held little passion for cultivation. Over these years, her life in the Faitian Alliance had been rather relaxed. Meanwhile, figures like Mo Tong and Ling Huang had shouldered the heavy tasks of running the Faitian Alliance.

Yet, as the coming “Empress of the Heavens,” Mu Yan’s aptitude for cultivation was undoubtedly exceptional. Despite her lack of dedication to it, her advancement outpaced that of typical cultivators by a wide margin. During her initial encounter with Gu Changge, she stood at the Xianwang stage, but now she neared the Xian Emperor level, teetering on the edge of true Xian Emperor status. In another ten thousand years, achieving the Dao Realm would be within her grasp.

“Anyone who dares to plot against me must face the consequences.”

Gu Changge gave a faint shake of his head, pulling his mind back as his eyes cut through the layers of faith energy, fixing on the Kunxu True Realm.

The system of the divine path civilization differed sharply from that of the immortal path civilization, lacking any sects or established lineages. Every god operated as a solitary force, with their own devoted followers and sacred realms. The divine abilities and domains of each deity varied greatly as well.

Beyond the numerous inborn gods, the majority of acquired deities lagged behind even certain Immortal Kings or outright Immortal Emperors in strength. Gods required massive throngs of worshippers to sustain them and forge their divine ranks. Be it crafting their personal realms or propagating belief through diverse universes, all relied on outside support. Lacking a strong base, they could crumble swiftly.

In contrast, cultivators drew upon their inner might. A single Immortal King could obliterate a whole world with one strike, while Immortal Emperors might shatter entire universes with mere intent. Hence, only gods who held genuine divine ranks and wielded portions of heavenly authority could match the Dao Realm experts from the Immortal Path Civilization. These gods, akin to Dao Realm figures, bore titles like (Xushen), (Zhen Shen), and (Zushen), aligning with the virtual, true, and ancestral Dao stages.

Xushen, Zhenshen, and Zushen do not denote the cultivation levels of the divine path civilization; instead, they describe a god’s divine rank and the scope of heavenly authority under their command.

Across endless ages, the divine path civilization had dimmed into obscurity amid the boundless cosmos, with Xushen growing ever scarcer. Still, the count of innate gods stayed notable, concealed in the depths of time and space, each ruling their private divine realms.

In bygone eras, the divine path civilization had thrived gloriously, boasting myriad innate divine hierarchies and legions of gods who divided heavenly authority, forged divine ranks, and set up divine roles. Mighty ancestral gods reigned supreme over the heavens, watching over all realms, as lesser gods propagated faith through myriad worlds and universes, amassing devotees. The Immortal Path Civilization suffered suppression, pushed to the fringes.

But the universe’s infinite depth and layered history ensured that even the divine path civilization resembled a shooting star—flaring brightly for a moment before fading into nothingness.

The emergence of the Faitian Alliance, with its spread of believers and collection of faith, stirred jealousy and greed among certain secluded gods. Gu Changge found this unsurprising. Such gods were mere echoes of a bygone time.

Now, the Immortal Path Civilization had risen dominant, eclipsing the former splendor of the divine path civilization. Even the mightiest ancestral gods hesitated to show themselves, wary of revealing their divine realms to Dao Realm powers that might strike.

High in the skies over the Taixu Realm within the Kunxu True Realm, a godly stare observed as fissures spread across the divine idols in the Faitian Shrines, a trace of pleasure flickering in its depths.

Though she had momentarily seized Chen Jinhai’s form earlier, driving him to those blasphemous deeds, the acts stemmed from his own will in the end. His devotion lacked purity, riddled with selfish cravings.

The notion of defiling the gods had simmered in his thoughts for ages, awaiting only the right spark to ignite. She had simply hastened the moment. Typically, a god confronted with such blasphemy from followers would rage. The defiled faith energy not only fouled the faith’s origin but also triggered backlash against the divine form. While it wouldn’t lead to total ruin, some damage was inevitable.

“This slice of the time-space territory serves as my recompense to you. If blasphemous ideas plague your mind, you’re fated to chafe against a simple follower’s role.”

Her actual presence lingered in the emptiness beyond layered dimensions, a realm beyond the grasp of common mortals or cultivators. To her, this move warned the Faitian Alliance’s leader while probing his prowess. She trusted that the Lord of Faitian’s skills would let him detect it.

In the Taixu Realm, Chen Jinhai remained rooted, eyes locked on the fractured god idol ahead, as though stunned into stillness for ages. Yet he missed the diamond-like glow pulsing on his brow, releasing an enigmatic energy that cloaked him.

Over the sprawling terrain, Faitian Shrines towered grandly, but a wave of dread and alarm hung heavy in the atmosphere. This day marked the grand rite when Taixu Realm’s inhabitants honored the shrines. Instead, the idols within abruptly split with wide gashes.

After millennia, the Lord of Faitian’s colossal divine might had ingrained itself in every soul across the Taixu Realm, inspiring both awe and terror.

“Who provoked the god’s wrath? The god rages…”

“We’re all guilty. Divine retribution awaits…”

Inside the Faitian Shrines, the shrine keepers tasked with collecting offerings and prayers bore expressions of terror and fury. Many more showed worry, their tones quivering, “The Lord of Faitian’s aura eludes me now. The god’s bestowed power fades, the god forsakes us…”

Terror and chaos rippled across the realm.

“The divine might’s been sullied, the faith unclean. Of course, your god pulls away from you…”

At this sight, the concealed gaze in the void pulled back with contentment. Though the divine path civilization had waned through the years, it wouldn’t tolerate other systems carving up heavenly authority.

Heavenly authority formed a core, immense element of the cosmic order. The Immortal Path Civilization leeched onto it to grasp the Great Dao, master the laws, and ascend beyond.

Conversely, the divine path civilization aimed to seize and hoard heavenly authority outright. The downfall of gods through endless eras often tied to battles over heavenly authority, with deities lusting after each other’s ranks.

For the divine path framework, heavenly authority endured unchanging, untouched by any civilization’s waxing or waning. It persisted eternally, akin to the origin and close of existence, the wheel of life and demise, the chain of realms. It set the cosmos’s rules and balance, the reason for matter’s being, plus the cycle of arising, perishing, and rebirth. Destiny, time, space, causality, consequence—all fell under heavenly authority’s sway.

The divine path civilization’s potency stemmed from parceling heavenly authority and building its divine hierarchy. Unsurprisingly, the Immortal Path Civilization, or any rival system, viewed heavenly authority through an entirely alien lens.

“Aren’t you interfering a bit too deeply?”

A steady voice rang out abruptly in the multi-layered void. The form, set to draw back its sight, sensed a massive dark palm lunging toward her in a flash.

The enormous palm, shrouded in turbulent chaos and stellar lights, with orbiting worlds, shook the nearby time-space, on the brink of utter ruin.

“You tracked me here already? Fine, show me what you’ve got.”

She uttered a light exhale, betraying no real alarm. Her once hazy, shifting visage sharpened into a subtle divine womanly outline, marked by a golden line on her forehead where a sealed eye rested at its heart. A godly ring layered behind her, glowing in profound violet, amid the booming clash of myriad cosmic realms. Surging divine force flooded every corner of time, space, and dimension. Chants of prayer, rites of offering, and echoes from countless worlds blended in symphony. A mighty stream of resolve emerged, roiling and surging, as gods emerged from it, seated in grave poise, exuding timeless majesty.

The fearsome divine energy amassed like an ocean, surging to clash with the falling giant palm. This dimensional space boiled over instantly, energies bursting forth and wiping out all they touched.

The gods intoning holy chants shattered repeatedly, only to reform from the resolve stream, appearing boundless and immortal.

“My divine realm endures forever, my divine form lives on. You can’t touch me.”

The commanding, grand voice boomed across the expansive dimensions, echoed by every god in chorus. Dazzling godly radiance swathed them, as if bathed in an infinite well of divine energy, unyielding and eternal.

“Gods I’ve slain before uttered the same boasts. Care to join them?”

Gu Changge’s shadowy silhouette materialized in far-off time and space. His face stayed serene as he regarded the innate god’s form, instantly piercing the hidden time-space veils.

“Hehehe, I merely sought to caution you against crossing lines. Just a playful nudge—why take it so seriously?”

The hazy divine womanly features suddenly bloomed with allure, like the giggles of a thousand enchanting maidens, each a vision of flawless seduction. The melody ensnared the senses, capable of softening even Dao Realm bones.

Gu Changge offered no reply, merely lifting his palm in echo of the prior motion. Streams of time and destiny unfurled ahead, with myriad Dao principles coiling and snapping. The raw annihilating force inside threatened to upend reality itself, dauntless before all creation.

This strike gleamed with blinding intensity, bridging endless time and space as it slammed down, engulfing layered dimensions. Every void segment quaked, poised to warp and break.

This wasn’t simple might—it embodied the grinding clash of Dao, laws, and cosmic order.

Without question, the manifested gods couldn’t endure Gu Changge’s palm. Even the roiling resolve stream fragmented, crumbling to ash and scattering.

The dimension burst apart utterly, while nearby cosmic realms quietly met their end.

A grand, timeless divine kingdom unveiled itself amid the broken void, yet as Gu Changge’s palm closed in, its edges faded soundlessly into sparkling drizzle. Its millions of inhabitants blinked out in a heartbeat.

Those dwellers grasped nothing of the calamity. They witnessed only a horrifying hand sweeping the firmament, then their world fractured and dissolved.

“You truly razed my divine kingdom?”

The formerly noble and venerable tone turned frantic and pained. Even a genuine ancestral god would struggle to cultivate a divine kingdom of that magnitude. Its swift demolition by Gu Changge plunged her into profound grief.

A divine kingdom’s being hinged not solely on follower counts or faith’s clarity; it linked also to divine energy reserves. Greater kingdoms and vaster scales meant more divine power to wield.

Facing Gu Changge’s unrelenting advance, she yielded ground. Exposing further kingdoms would invite their doom at his hands. Such a loss outweighed any gain.

Her rash probe of Gu Changge had been a grave error, letting him pinpoint her secret domain. With his full form absent, she seized the chance to flee.

Prolonging the bout with Gu Changge brought her nothing but risk. Should fellow innate gods learn her spot, they’d hunt her for her rank and might. Thus, the immense divine force in this space ebbed like a withdrawing sea, signaling retreat from the fray.

“Think you can just slip away? Did you seek my approval?” Gu Changge’s voice held cool detachment. He saw through her scheme plainly.

After her ploy against him, she imagined escaping untouched—pure folly. Though her might surpassed common ancestral gods, granting her bold leeway, it fell short of challenging him freely.

Gu Changge lifted his palm and pointed a finger. Dazzling rays erupted, like a heavenly blade keening through the ether, and soon the whole expanse hummed with a dread, shrieking sword wail.

This blade sliced through the void, rending time and space, while supreme Dao laws tore and evened out. The innate god, fleeing in haste, lifted her graceful limb, aiming a finger at the advancing blade gleam. The thundering sword light barreled forth, dividing all before it. But her rushed defense proved futile. With a stifled groan, her arm sheared clean off, the cut as even as polished glass, bloodless. Simultaneously, the godly ring at her back cracked sharply, nearly in pieces.

“I’ll return to settle this with you…” she snarled, glaring back at Gu Changge with venom.

Gu Changge observed her retreat with steady indifference, opting not to give chase. Seizing the moment, spatial waves stirred ahead of her. Overlapping dimensional folds, warped like a funhouse glass, wove a maze of paths. She plunged into it at once, gone in a flash.

“Tai Xuan?”

“That must be her divine title.”

Gu Changge flicked his hand, summoning the detached arm to him. It stretched slim and pale, akin to frost-kissed lotus roots, pulsing with life and godly essence. The flesh gleamed sheer and impeccable, unmarked by blood, releasing a strange, alluring scent.

Via the leaking divine energy, Gu Changge discerned the innate god’s authentic name—Tai Xuan Ancestor God. That was surely it. Then, he departed the wrecked, disordered space. This spot lay too distant from the Xianling Civilization. What arrived was merely a mental avatar, not his real self. Had his true body come, her desperate severance trick wouldn’t have saved her. This ancestral god’s meddling from the divine path civilization in Faitian Alliance matters served as an early alert. Numerous plans now demanded acceleration.

Gu Changge had meant to let the Xiyuan Civilization matter stew longer, but the divine path civilization’s stirrings hinted at other systems soon emerging. His meddling in Chu Gucheng’s Heavenly Decline Tribulation had already drawn eyes from True Realm’s lurking powers. They’d catch on shortly too.

“To heighten the pressure on all existence, it’s time to advance the Great Calamity Ceremony…”

Gu Changge’s eyes grew profound. With a mere notion, his form materialized over the Taixu Realm’s heavens. Within the Faitian Shrines, the fissures on his god idol mended as he manifested. The idol shrouded once more in veils of pale mist and haze. Through the rising incense, the divine force in the Faitian Shrines regained its holy purity.

Gu Changge eyed Chen Jinhai, his forehead creasing faintly. In the fated tale, the destiny’s daughter was set to defy her doom via that strand of void fate force, altering the end. But after he intervened an