I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1305: The omen of the decline of all civilizations’ fortune, he is immortal
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All the onlookers, including guests and visitors, stood frozen in utter shock.
Without a doubt, this woman possessed breathtaking beauty, her aura as soft as flowing water, her eyes tender and mesmerizing, as if she embodied the radiant allure of water—pure like the clouds or the moon, akin to a peaceful pond.
In contrast to her younger sister Ling Yuxian, whose allure was fierce and overpowering, hers felt more inviting, drawing people in with an effortless warmth and affinity.
The Xiyuan Saintess, standing not too far away, displayed a beauty utterly distinct from that of the Yuxian Palace’s Ancestor. Hers was ethereal and icy, a perfection so divine it bordered on illusion, leaving observers to question if she was even real. She was meant for distant admiration, forever beyond reach.
“Greetings, Ancestor.”
After a short pause of astonishment, the elders and disciples from Yuxian Palace bowed deeply toward the graceful silhouette with utmost respect.
Now, the guests and visitors finally beheld the actual appearance of this enigmatic Yuxian Palace Ancestor. Her striking loveliness left many reeling, as they grappled with linking this enchanting figure to the legendary sage who had battled the Black Calamity long ago.
Even the ancient powerhouses felt jolted by how Gu Changge addressed the Ancestor.
“Miss Yuling?”
Was he really calling such a timeless entity “Miss”?
Yet, nobody could pinpoint Gu Changge’s true background. For all they knew, his origins might surpass even the Yuxian Palace Ancestor’s age. Though he appeared youthful, his techniques and power remained profoundly mysterious and daunting.
The Supreme Elders facing off against Gu Changge fell silent upon Ling Yuling’s arrival, letting out a chilly huff as they retracted their oppressive auras, ceasing their intimidating pressure.
They took pride in their profound cultivation and feared no opponent, not even Gu Changge, whom they refused to regard as some ordinary threat.
“Esteemed Guest, I see you, Sir Gu. I was refining a secret treasure and just emerged from seclusion. I do apologize for my earlier behavior and hope you won’t take offense,” Ling Yuling said gently.
Aware that a powerhouse like Gu Changge would have surely sensed her observing from nearby, she made no effort to conceal herself. Instead, she descended gracefully from the cliff, her flowing gown grazing her pristine bare feet. The swirling lights and mists enveloping her veiled her figure, enhancing her otherworldly and indistinct presence.
Offering a kind smile, she gave a subtle nod in acknowledgment.
“We greet you, Elder.”
As she approached, the nearby guests and dignitaries bowed in reverence, displaying profound respect. Even figures like the Xiyuan Saintess and Xiyin promptly offered their salutes, honoring her as a revered senior.
As a vital living legend, she commanded such esteem that even their master Xinu treated her as a peer.
Members of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, such as Demon Emperor Di Kun and Champion Hou Chu Heng, also executed the traditional bow.
Without Gu Changge’s cue, they avoided any overly casual demeanor toward her.
“Sister…” Ling Yuxian turned into a brilliant rainbow and descended beside Ling Yuling, positioning herself at her side.
The Yuxian Palace elders and disciples, including Palace Master Ling Qiuchang, shifted to stand behind Ling Yuling.
“It’s a small matter, no need to worry about it. However, Miss Yuling, it’s rare for you to make such a grand appearance. Surely there’s something important you wish to discuss with us?” Gu Changge said with a faint smile.
His remark caught many off guard, prompting leaders from various Daoist factions to knit their brows in thought.
It figured, since Gu Changge had resided in Yuxian Palace before, likely interacting with the Ancestor during his stay.
This realization stirred discomfort among the crowd.
“Sir Gu is truly clever, nothing escapes your notice,” Ling Yuling smiled slightly and replied.
From a bird’s-eye view across the immense void at that instant, the assembled forces had split into three distinct camps.
The first group was the Heaven-Slaying Alliance under Gu Changge’s lead; the second consisted of the Daoist faction leaders and Supreme Elders gathered to deliberate plans; and the third was the Yuxian Palace contingent. The separations were sharp and unmistakable.
“You needn’t be so formal,” Ling Yuling continued. “The reason I invited everyone here today to Yuxian Palace for this important discussion is to talk about the Xiyuan Alliance’s covenant.”
“Everyone must have noticed the current state of the Xiyuan Civilization. If no intervention is made, it’s likely that within a few years, the Xiyuan Civilization’s fortune will begin to decline. It will follow in the footsteps of the Ruanyang True Realm and the Shangyin True Realm, never to rise again…”
While speaking, Ling Yuling cast a slow gaze over the assembly, then guided them toward the majestic hall. Her tone remained gentle and steady, laced with an enigmatic charm that plunged the attendees into thoughtful quiet, as they trailed her silently into Yuxian Palace’s grand hall.
Even entities like Changming Daojun felt stirred by Ling Yuling’s statements, their expressions subtly shifting as they pondered her aims. The Xiyuan Covenant’s existence probably concealed greater purposes.
Gu Changge, at the helm of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, proceeded at a leisurely pace from behind, appearing unperturbed, as though no schemes lay in wait.
The Xiyuan Saintess moved ahead of him, her hands tucked into the broad sleeves of her robe. A thin veil concealed her divine features, while her raven hair was loosely bound, revealing a delicate, pale neck. Loose strands trailed to her waist, swaying softly with her movements. She exuded an air of chill sanctity.
Numerous young cultivators stole furtive looks at her, brimming with reverence. It was uncommon to view the Xiyuan Saintess up close, and her loveliness seemed almost mythical—like heaven’s most impeccable masterpiece.
The grand hall stretched vast and open, a realm beyond the mortal, evoking entry into an infinite starry void. Stars formed the seating, galactic streams meandered, fostering a sense of grandeur.
Myriad radiant stars shifted about, and visions of worlds in turmoil emerged, their turbulent energies leaking forth in perpetual cycles.
Upon Ling Yuling’s arrival, she lightly flicked her sleeve, unleashing a subtle glow akin to unveiling celestial stars. Projections of the Xiyuan Civilization’s conditions across domains appeared.
Within these displays, a mighty fortune river surged endlessly, weaving through star domains and temporal layers. It coiled and branched infinitely, its fortune power roaring upward like a flood, quaking the skies and instilling dread in all who beheld it.
“This is the river of fortune of my Xiyuan Civilization,” Ling Yuling said softly. “Although it still flows like it did before, the momentum is not what it once was…”
“If this continues, we may truly see the decline of our civilization.”
The attending Ancestor-level Daoist experts revealed astonishment in their eyes, scrutinizing the immense fortune river intently.
The Xiyuan Civilization’s fortune river was elusive and formless, typically beyond the grasp of average cultivators. Only those of their caliber could glimpse its faint outlines.
Through Ling Yuling’s techniques, the fortune river now materialized, allowing everyone to witness the evolving destiny of the Xiyuan Civilization with clarity. Fortune, as a concept, is elusive and hard to define, yet its existence can influence a multitude of events. The rise and fall of Daoist realms, the fortunes of cultivators, the cycles of civilizations, and even the birth and destruction of entire universes—all are influenced and affected by fortune.
Even the mightiest of civilizations, like the Xiyuan Civilization, is not immune to this force. When the river of fortune surges and flourishes, it signals the growing strength of the Xiyuan Civilization. On the other hand, when fortune begins to wither, it signifies the downfall of civilization, marking the start of its decline.
For the cultivators and beings living in the Xiyuan Civilization, this is an unbearable reality. The idea of their civilization’s fortune faltering is something they cannot accept.
At that moment, as the river of fortune began to manifest signs of exhaustion, many of those present fell into a heavy silence.
Cultivators who had achieved Dao fruits by drawing upon the fortune of the Xiyuan Civilization were particularly affected. Their achievements were tightly bound to the civilization’s fortune, and if the fortune collapsed, so too would their own Dao attainments. Their cultivation would crumble like a collapsing building.
“Such a thriving river of fortune could not have faltered on its own. It must be because of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance’s interference, disrupting the Xiyuan Civilization and shaking its foundations,” one of the Supreme Elders, who had spoken earlier, said once more, breaking the silence.
He wore a black-gold Daoist crown and a purple robe, his face solemn and his eyes deep. He glanced at Gu Changge, his hands weaving terrifying chains of divine order.
“The fortune of the Xiyuan Civilization has been showing signs of decay for a thousand years now,” he continued. “It’s not just the Xiyuan Civilization—many realms and civilizations in the vast world are experiencing similar phenomena.”
“The black mist has descended once again…”
“In the early days, the Xudan Civilization sensed the malice and the ancient omens that foretold the return of darkness.”
“And our master once said… he is… immortal.”
The Xiyuan Saintess spoke softly, her red lips parting gently as she uttered those words. Yet, when she spoke, her gaze inevitably turned towards Gu Changge, as if she were trying to read his reaction.