I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1302: The Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat stands for the Way of Humanity

The master of Heaven’s Defeat was on his way.

At first, the crowd assumed that Longming Daojun’s arrival would spark a clash with Xiyin, or at minimum, some biting sarcasm or taunts.

Yet he addressed the old events with such serenity, like they meant nothing anymore. This caught many off guard and left them stunned. Still, it revealed Longming Daojun’s vast, unbound spirit. He had genuinely released all old hatreds and disputes, approaching it all so effortlessly, which earned him real respect.

Xiyuan Saintess felt a wave of surprise too. Her view of Longming Daojun wasn’t particularly deep.

If she had to pick one trait, it was his unyielding resolve and drive, accomplishments beyond what most folks could dream of.

During her journeys across the lands back then, plenty of pursuers chased after her, and Longming Daojun ranked among the most steadfast.

Xiyuan Saintess wandered the vast domains, witnessing the endless flow of existence and pondering the ordinary realm. She never lingered on those suitors, seeing them as fleeting mists that vanished without trace. Truth be told, if Longming Daojun hadn’t raised it now, she might never have recalled him as one of her old admirers.

Next to those in the ancestral Dao realm, she seemed youthful, but beside her old companions, her years felt timeless. Her past equals had mostly cycled into rebirth, crumbling to nothing, with scarce few matching her stride.

“Longming Daojun, no need for modesty. Countless prodigies with peerless gifts, towering over eras, have fallen along this road.”

“Reaching where you are now truly astonishes everyone.”

“My senior sister’s words back then were meant to protect me. If Longming Daojun still bears resentment, I offer my honest apology right here,” Xiyuan Saintess stated.

She knew the rift between her senior sister Xiyin and Longming Daojun well.

In those days, Xiyin just aimed to keep Longming Daojun and the rest from interrupting her practice.

After all, no Saintess from Xiyin’s Sacred Hall had ever chosen a mate. No matter how intense the suitors’ passion burned, nothing could come of it. Wasting effort was pointless; better to pour everything into her own growth.

Xiyin’s forecast that Longming Daojun wouldn’t enter the Dao realm came in that context. Since among Xiyuan Saintess’s pursuers then, Longming Daojun truly had the weakest aptitude and the lowest level of cultivation.

Xiyin kept her face steady and indifferent. Even though Longming Daojun chatted so lightly and honored her highly, she sensed mockery beneath it all.

Particularly as he brought it up before the whole gathering.

She refused to think Longming Daojun acted without purpose.

But with his cultivation now exceeding hers, she couldn’t voice any retort without looking silly and lowering herself.

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Sometimes, the gap between the foreseen and the unforeseen boils down to sheer persistence.”

“No need for Xiyuan Saintess to apologize. My earlier words were sincere. I harbor no bitterness toward Senior Xiyin. Besides, if she had chosen to block me then, one strike from her palm would have ended me. Her words, seen differently, served as a test and spur for my path.”

Longming Daojun gave a nod and a smile, looking perfectly at ease. His features were ordinary, yet he carried an air of elevation, rising above worldly ties.

“I’ve taken it to heart.”

Xiyuan Saintess inclined her head a bit too.

This version of Longming Daojun struck her differently—a vibe of assurance, poise, and easy detachment, like he had truly stepped beyond mortal bounds.

Longming Daojun’s remarks left those around in a daze.

Plenty paused to mull it over, finding his points logical and laced with a deep yet straightforward wisdom.

Just Xiyin’s look stayed off-kilter. His speech painted her as small-hearted and spiteful. She spotted various cultivators eyeing her, apparently keen to catch her reply.

Not to mention a few timeless powers nearby, their faces lit with sly grins and jeers, as if itching for the drama to play out.

“Haha, such a fine line—‘Where there’s a will, there’s a way’.”

“You’ve really broadened my horizons today.”

All of a sudden, while Xiyin geared up to respond, a booming, vigorous chuckle echoed from the distance.

An old figure with a flowing beard and an elegant, bookish vibe—the esteemed elder of the Jingshan clan—traversed stars one by one, his laughter booming as he approached.

Trailing him came a host of cultivators radiating fierce presences, including several at the Dao realm.

This laughter jolted many cultivators and powers on site, drawing their gazes to its origin. A few Yuxian Palace elders showed extra shock and rushed off as streaks of light to welcome him, full of deference.

“That’s Jing Tianyuan, the Jing Clan’s ancestor. Never thought he’d show up too.”

One person identified the chuckling elder and felt a deep tremor.

The heads of great immortal Dao groups widened their eyes in alarm, paying this arrival heavy regard.

The Jing Clan’s ancestor carried a unique rank and lineage, holding vast weight in today’s Xiyuan civilization.

Plus, whispers abounded that the Jing Clan’s forebears linked closely to Yuxian Palace, ties stretching to times before its founders built it.

“What a buzzing event, all these heavyweights gathering.”

Jing Xiao and Jing Xiang, the sibling pair, tagged along with the Jing Clan behind Jing Tianyuan.

They reeled from the extraordinary spectacle unfolding in Yuxian Palace that day.

Jing Xiao especially spotted her teacher, Elder Jiulin, chatting with a cluster of ancient figures wreathed in chaotic energy nearby.

This day marked the core of Yuxian Palace drawing Dao realm masters from every direction. It stood as the liveliest moment in Xiyuan civilization for ages.

Before, Dao realm experts stayed hidden, but now they dotted the scene like weeds. The staff pouring drinks and serving at the feast tables held at least Immortal King cultivation.

“Greetings, Elder Jing…”

Jing Tianyuan’s entrance stirred the crowd wildly, prompting many to advance and offer salutes.

Xiyuan Saintess joined in too. After all, the Jing Clan’s ancestor had once pulled her from danger in the Xianchu Haotu.

Still, various faces around showed odd strains.

Jing Tianyuan’s standing was special, sure, but lately he’d aligned with the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat as a key part.

“Junior Longming offers greetings to Elder Jing.”

Though Longming Daojun had endured eight Heavenly Decline Tribulations, before a veteran like Jing Tianyuan, he offered fitting courtesy, hands clasped in salute.

“Our cultivations match closely, so no senior-junior airs needed,” Jing Tianyuan replied with a booming laugh, brushing off the gesture with a wave.

He added in a voice brimming with praise, “Your words from before hit home for me. The path of cultivation flows like rowing upstream; slack off and you drift back. Only iron will lets us smash barriers and triumph over trials.”

Jing Tianyuan chuckled deeply and waved Longming Daojun from excessive bending.

At once, he continued admiringly, “No doubt, when the Alliance Leader gets here and spots a talent like you…”

“…he’ll value it greatly. Should Longming Daojun ever enter the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat, the Alliance Leader would honor you highly.”

As Jing Tianyuan talked, the Dao faction leaders who’d moved to greet him halted abruptly.

His words froze their smiles, locking their steps in place.

They’d gathered at Yuxian Palace to plan a united front against the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat and check its bold spread.

But Jing Tianyuan tossed out this casual bid to pull Longming Daojun in.

It soured their moods instantly, faces twisting in uncertainty.

Moreover, what lay behind Jing Tianyuan’s following remark?

“The Alliance Leader arrives shortly?”

Did that signal Gu Changge, missing for so long, would appear at Yuxian Palace today?

“Senior Jing flatters me too much. I prefer a loose, wandering existence and dislike bindings from any side,” Longming Daojun recovered swiftly, hands cupped in thanks.

“I’m grateful for the thought.”

Evidently, Longming Daojun hadn’t foreseen Jing Tianyuan’s direct pitch to join the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat.

It startled him briefly, stiffening him before he steadied himself.

Not fully entrenched in Xiyuan civilization, Longming Daojun knew of the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat. Returning here, he sought no part in such affairs.

“Hehe, Longming Daojun, don’t dismiss it so fast. The Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat follows the human path, led by the enlightened, unlike standard Dao groups, so it won’t curb your liberty. Rest easy on that.”

Jing Tianyuan dismissed concerns with a wave and a grin, aiming to ease doubts.

This stirred the onlookers’ faces once more—shock for some, temptation for others, sneers from a few, outright rejection by the rest.

Xiyuan Saintess stayed composed, her veil hiding any shift, as if Jing Tianyuan’s pitch came as no shock.

“The Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat leader shows up today too…” Xiyin whispered.

A millennium back, during the joint assault on Xianchu Haotu, Gu Changge had battled alongside her, only to disappear afterward like mist in air.

Soon after, the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat sprouted roots, claiming old Xianchu Haotu lands and swallowing Dao sects, clans, and realms. It grew into a dreaded, shadowy power.

“Given his nature, he’ll come for sure. This is Yuxian Palace staking it all. Xiyuan civilization’s coming course hinges on today’s events,” Xiyuan Saintess murmured.

Xiyin appeared puzzled, grasping little of her intent.

“A stake? Xiyuan civilization’s destiny?”

“Junior sister, what did the Mirror of Reincarnation truly reveal to you?” Xiyin pressed.

“It showed endless paths and decisions, yet no clear fix. I glimpsed altered futures reverting to their set courses.”

Xiyuan Saintess let out a faint sigh, barely there.

Jing Tianyuan’s coming bred a ripple of tension among the attendees. Plenty sensed the Yuxian Palace founder’s bold claim wouldn’t go unanswered by the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat, and Jing Tianyuan’s presence proved it.

Suddenly, a colossal wave of demonic force swept the skies. Thick purple demon fog billowed in, blackening the firmament as stars shattered with crashes.

Within the haze loomed fearsome primeval demons, scales and plumes shifting, vivid plating linked, their presence stirring dread in all who felt it.

Demon Emperor Di Kun, head of the Demon Court, led a throng of Demon Court powerhouses straight to Yuxian Palace.

“How could the Demon Court miss the founder of Yuxian Palace unveiling to the world? Tales of the founder’s supreme might have reached me long ago. Catching a glimpse up close makes the journey worthwhile,” Di Kun boomed with laughter, wrapped in shadowy gold robes, his stare haughtily scanning the assembly. Scarcely anyone held his gaze.

Since claiming the Demon Emperor throne, Di Kun had driven Demon Court armies to war and victory, toppling endless lives. His eyes now brimmed with slaughter, like twin crimson suns evoking fields of death and rivers of blood, cowing any cultivator.

Yuxian Palace’s elders and followers recoiled at Di Kun’s bold swagger.

Right on Yuxian Palace soil, amid so many visitors, to belittle the founder’s might like that screamed challenge. Heads from places like Guangming Temple and Ling Shen Cave knit their brows too.

Everyone knew the Demon Court had tied to the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat. Once feeble and unable to take Xianchu Haotu, now they strutted with such nerve.

This hinted at a strong patron fueling their daring.

“On Yuxian Palace grounds, Di Kun, your arrogant words—what do they intend?”

A crushing force dropped as space warped in waves.

A Yuxian Palace elder materialized, his gaze like twin blazing suns, fixing coldly on Di Kun.

Even under an Ancestral Dao realm’s heavy might, Di Kun stood firm, showing no backstep, and laughed boldly.

“Is this Yuxian Palace’s welcome?”

With his words, demon fog roiled behind, spawning many mighty demons in the haze to face the Yuxian Palace elder.

At this, Jing Tianyuan moved to calm things. “Let’s talk peacefully, unity above all. Di Kun Daoist has a fiery nature; he means no slight. Yuxian Palace, please extend some grace.”

Jing Tianyuan’s mediation forced the Yuxian Palace elder to huff and withdraw.

After all, Jing Tianyuan and the Jing Clan had aided hugely in saving Yuxian Palace’s founder, so ignoring his standing wasn’t an option.

Yet to the watchers, this held deeper weight. The Jing Clan and Demon Court shared no old bonds, but now the Jing ancestor backed the Demon Court, pointing straight to their link via the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat.

“Honored visitors, forgive any shortcomings in our reception.”

A soft, clear voice sounded.

Golden radiance bloomed across the skies, and from it stepped a woman with cascading locks, a graceful tall frame, otherworldly beauty, and flawless jade skin. Flanked by Yuxian Palace elders, she approached the group.

“Ling Yuxian.”

Jing Xiao, amid the Jing Clan, wore a tangled look and knew her at once. It was her old companion, Ling Yuxian. A thousand years had passed since their split from the Jing Clan.

Though past mix-ups had cleared, their power and roles now stood oceans apart.

“Greetings, Little Ancestor.”

Ling Yuxian’s emergence drew bows from all Yuxian Palace elders and disciples.

She now claimed a vital role in Yuxian Palace, but more than that—folks knew Ling Yuxian as the reincarnated founder’s younger sister.

The guests had word of it, though some clueless cultivators gaped before catching on from nearby whispers.

Once Ling Yuxian appeared, she offered top-tier welcome, directing elders and disciples to host the visitors well.

Even the earlier overbearing Di Kun received equal courtesy.

The prior strain melted away with her presence. She skipped talk of the Alliance of Heaven’s Defeat or her elder sister Ling Yuling’s world-shaking announcement.

The attendees could only chat lightly and sip drinks in wait.

“During my breakthrough, it hit me that my outlook still missed pieces. That’s why I’m at Yuxian Palace now—to await the Saintess…”

Longming Daojun reflected briefly.