I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1308: The Master Outline of Transcending the Taboo Secret Canon, the Scheme Set by the Eternal Primordial God

The silhouettes of Ling Yuling and the Xiyuan Saintess reemerged inside the Yuxian Palace. Besides the two of them, nobody else was aware of the contents of their private conversation.

Over the following days, the Yuxian Palace buzzed with constant commotion.

Beams of radiant trails shaped like flying vessels ripped across the heavens and through the fabric of space-time, landing in this location. Numerous Dao-lineage organizations, informed of the situation yet still en route, dispatched key representatives to hurry there, aiming to collaborate on debating and formulating the Xiyuan Covenant.

Furthermore, various obscure forbidden areas and concealed domains emitted waves and peculiar signs. Young servants traversed on clouds and pinkish vapors, guiding golden sacred oxen to bring forth communications from their hidden overlords.

From the horizon's brink, cracks burst apart, and numerous entities cloaked in holy glows arrived successively, originating from the Divine Dao Civilization. Such an occurrence rattled the whole Xiyuan Civilization to its core. Beyond just the Xiyuan Civilization, countless true realms and empires kept a vigilant eye, eager to grasp updates as soon as they surfaced.

Ling Yuling along with the numerous elders from the Yuxian Palace kept holding discussions with all involved, over and over adjusting the terms of the agreement. Simultaneously, they calculated the upcoming path for the Xiyuan Civilization's fate, refining the alliance even more.

In the meantime, within a particular space-time burial ground amid the immense and endless void—Weathered and fragmented stone monuments dotted this region of space-time. Everywhere nearby, massive stretches of nebulae lay in ruins, creating a disordered collective tomb.

One after another, old coffins stained with blood rested in the depressions. Certain sections had rotted away and crumbled, releasing a chilling deathly presence that filled hearts with dread.

Unknown to all were the countless eras these coffins had rested in this spot. A few stood ajar, containing only remnants of garments that had long faded and disintegrated.

Right then, a stunningly gorgeous woman creased her brows faintly, grasping a divine jade piece that gleamed with swirling, rainbow hues, while striving to pierce the multiple barriers in front of her. She remained seated in the lotus position, surrounded by swirling space-time forces—profoundly otherworldly, resembling vapor, resembling fog.

Every inhale she made drew in myriads of rosy cloud-qi threads that wove together and surged endlessly toward her, akin to a legendary primordial immortal feasting on haze and sipping dawn's dew. Her features stayed obscured; a veil of haze and luminous clouds hid them entirely, revealing solely a duo of eyes, clear and luminous like the full moon. She donned a lengthy golden gown that radiated golden light, undulating amid the flows of rosy qi, resembling an eternal sun deity from antiquity.

“The secret cache abandoned by the Eternal Primordial God ought to lie precisely in this area, by all accounts. Then why does failure strike each attempt?”

“Is it possible that the key forged from the five Eternal Divine Artifacts itself holds error?”

Whispering softly to herself, the exquisite woman channeled the abundant divine energies from her form once more into the divine jade she clutched.

A fearsome, overwhelming energy burst forth from that divine jade, resembling boundless seas and streams surging onward, intent on shattering the surrounding barriers. However, despite her utmost efforts, the obstructions before her refused to yield.

Instead, a mighty rebounding force lashed back at her, wave after wave stacking like colossal surges, stirring her vital energies and blood into turmoil. The recoil jolted her frame, threw her off balance, and golden blood dripped from her mouth's edge, drop by drop.

The immense energy she had infused moments ago dispersed rapidly, vanishing into oblivion.

“I’ve wandered across endless space-time burial sites and forgotten relics, and I’ve traversed countless deadly lairs and forsaken wastelands, yet never have I faced an obstacle quite like this…”

“Does that mean the Eternal Primordial God never truly perished?”

The exquisite woman tightened her brows. While mending her wounds, her eyes shifted back to the barriers looming ahead. She was Luo Xiangjun, the individual who had secured the five Eternal Divine Artifacts from Gu Changge and merged them into the key for unlocking the Eternal Primordial God’s secret cache.

Nevertheless, from the moment she crafted the key and pinpointed the cache's site, up to her arrival and subsequent entrapment, almost a millennium had elapsed.

During this millennium, she had exhausted every conceivable approach to breach these barriers and access the Eternal Primordial God’s secret cache. But each try ended in defeat. In desperation, she had even employed the items Gu Changge provided, only for them to fall short as well. Now, even extricating herself from here posed a challenge.

Prior to venturing here, Luo Xiangjun had never anticipated such difficulty.

The Eternal Primordial God had evidently perished eons ago. The Eternal God Race's lineage had thinned dramatically—merely a sparse survivor lingered in the Immortal-Spirit Civilization.

At that time, she had assured Gu Changge with certainty that she would swiftly unlock the cache bequeathed by the Eternal Primordial God and claim the abundant treasures and assets inside. But presently, even managing her own departure from this trap grew arduous.

Luo Xiangjun started to fret that Gu Changge could wrongly assume she had seized the Eternal Hidden Trove, absconded with its riches and assets, and fled into obscurity.

“From the documents I’ve uncovered, the Eternal Primordial God endured at minimum nine Heavenly Decline Tribulations, nearing the Supreme Shattering domain…”

“If his death wasn’t real, then perhaps that fabled Eternal Hidden Trove amounts to mere hearsay?”

“Yet the five Eternal Divine Artifacts unquestionably exist, and I successfully condensed a key from them later.”

Luo Xiangjun’s delicate brows furrowed deeply; no matter how she pondered, the puzzle eluded solution. Had she foreseen this outcome, given her power level, she would never have aspired to the Eternal Primordial God’s secret cache. With a quiet exhale, she stood and started navigating this space-time burial cluster, seeking an alternative path.

Endless entrapment here was out of the question. Should Gu Changge harbor false suspicions, the fallout would prove gravely complicated.

A dull, earthy gale swept in from remote space-time, bearing the foul odor of rot, coupled with a piercing chill and ghostly chill.

This space-time burial ground lacked any stable location in space or time; rather, it drifted perpetually with the fluxes and shifts of time and space. Even should Luo Xiangjun escape immediately, she’d remain clueless about her landing spot.

Across the infinite void, myriad space-times and infinite universes sprawled. None could say if an absolute edge existed. By the hour of her breakout, she might find herself inconceivably distant from the Immortal-Spirit Civilization. Reuniting with Gu Changge could demand millions of years, or far beyond.

“I’ve never faltered on a vow. I only wish he avoids misconstruing my intent.”

Luo Xiangjun’s graceful steps glided softly as she transformed into a beam of golden luminescence, wandering this barren space-time burial ground in search of an exit.

From the annals she had delved into, the Eternal Primordial God’s demise stemmed from acquiring a prohibited esoteric text unfit for any world’s existence.

That prohibited esoteric text bore the name known across realms: the Outline of Transcendence.

Luo Xiangjun pursued the Eternal Primordial God’s secret cache relentlessly for that very Outline of Transcendence. She recognized her innate gifts and potential. In this existence, despite unparalleled blessings, she’d probably halt mere steps from the Ancestral Dao Realm, barred from further progress.

And that Outline of Transcendence represented her ultimate opportunity.

To shatter her destined path, acquiring the Outline of Transcendence was essential.

Abruptly, a thunderous detonation resounded. Before Luo Xiangjun, an enormously colossal star detonated, crumbling into cosmic debris that blanketed the skies.

A monstrous hand of bone, vast enough to eclipse space and time, emerged from the fissure, its pallid structure gleaming. In a heartbeat, it plunged the area into shadow, lunging to capture her outright.

“How comes a live soul lingers in this forsaken place?”

Luo Xiangjun’s face paled in shock—she hadn’t foreseen an assault at such a juncture. Reaction time escaped her. Her form expanded dramatically in an instant, and her limb extended too. Her pale hand, enveloped in dread Dao-domain principles, fractured space-time with a dull thud as it struck out, clashing against that immense bony palm spanning the firmament.

A cataclysmic impact ignited in the vicinity, as though myriad stars and whole universes crumbled to ruin. The torrent of savage energies triggered the adjacent space-time to warp and dissolve.

With a stifled grunt, numbness flooded Luo Xiangjun’s arm. Crimson seeped forth, and her lithe, pale digits nearly fractured. Disbelief gripped her. Her might fell short of supremacy below the Ancestral Dao Realm, yet approached it. Still, in that fleeting clash with the bony colossal hand, she suffered the worse end—she couldn’t rival the foe.

“This defies belief? For a thousand years, no vital signs stirred here. How does a presence rivaling the Ancestral Dao Realm emerge out of nowhere?”

“Does that imply the Eternal Primordial God lives on after all?”

Luo Xiangjun darted aside with blazing speed, attempting flight, but the horrifying bony colossal hand mirrored her path, pursuing like an unyielding phantom.

Regardless of her evasions—shifting void into solidity, solidity into void—it availed nothing. It seemed to have fixated upon her utterly. It descended upon her, hurling her from the heights. She slammed into the terrain, splintering it into myriad cracks.

“”

Blood sprayed from Luo Xiangjun’s mouth. Her presence waned faintly before she clambered upright with effort. Gravity etched her features. She stared at the bony colossal hand, unease churning within.

“Who lurks in the shadows, playing tricks?” Luo Xiangjun demanded icily.

“Hehe. Gratitude is due to you, young one, for the sustenance across these ages. It roused me from slumber. Fear not—this is but borrowed might for now.”

“The form I inhabit once belonged to a foe who assailed me and perished here long ago. Its lingering essence is scant, yet ample to subdue you. So abandon futile schemes.”

“Your role in my revival merits reward. I shall not torment you further.”

An archaic, weathered timbre abruptly echoed across the space-time cemetery. Every stone monument quivered, as if resounding with the utterance.

Witnessing this, Luo Xiangjun, despite prior suspicions, quaked with disbelief and awe.

“What identity do you claim? Are you the Eternal Primordial God?” She inquired gravely.

“Hehe, perceptive child—you even recognize my being.” The ancient timbre resurged, laced with a subtle laugh.

“Thus, the Eternal Treasury amounted to fiction? A ploy you orchestrated?”

Even the dimmest mind could now perceive: no Eternal Treasury awaited.

Those tales had been sown intentionally by the Eternal Primordial God. He must have anticipated this era and woven the deception ages prior, biding time for descendants to restore him.

Little surprise, then, that her prior assaults on the barriers felt off. The energies she expended dissolved tracelessly, like pebbles into abyssal depths.

And presently, the Eternal Primordial God’s candid admission—paired with the strike that wounded her—served undoubtedly to daunt and subdue her.

For he had only recently stirred, far from his zenith. The might at his command remained constrained. Or perchance he had truly been pursued and felled in antiquity, compelled to devise revivals for a future epoch.

The purported Eternal Treasury was simply an elaborate ruse to identify a fitting ally for his rebirth.

Having pieced this together, Luo Xiangjun’s visage darkened. She had sifted through myriad chronicles, scoured lost ruins and peril-filled dens, endured countless brushes with doom—

These fractured Supremes of yore—none proved simple to confront.

“Astute young one. It’s no wonder you reached this point and gained this Venerable One’s regard. To unravel it all so swiftly.”

“This Venerable One discerns your pursuit, and that item rests indeed within my grasp. My downfall in the past tied directly to it.”

“Should you desire it, I shall bestow it upon you.”

“Yet first, you must pledge to the Heavenly Dao on this Venerable One’s behalf, and assist with several tasks.”

The Eternal Primordial God’s declarations reverberated anew through this time-space expanse. They cut bluntly, as though piercing to the core of Luo Xiangjun’s desires.

“Do I hold any option now?” Luo Xiangjun replied frostily.

Though the adversary wielded merely Ancestral Dao Realm potency, it sufficed overwhelmingly against her.

“Wise and compliant child. The seals here stand dissolved. Soon, you shall guide this Venerable One from this prison, and aid in locating a heir bearing my lineage. Beyond that, utter no word of this Venerable One.”

“This Venerable One shall repose briefly. Upon recovery, I will grant your wish as promised.”

As the timbre faded, it offered Luo Xiangjun no moment for doubt.

A ray of dusky-golden brilliance lanced forth instantly from the burial ground’s profoundest core, streaking toward the divine jade in Luo Xiangjun’s grip.

In moments, the divine jade blazed with dazzling splendor; its luminous facade turned sharper and more translucent. But swiftly it dulled once more, as if stripped of all Dao essence and vital spirit.

Luo Xiangjun observed the spectacle with a glacial stare. She yearned to hurl the divine jade aside, yet ultimately restrained the urge.

This divine jade hailed from an ancient sepulcher she had raided. It served as a treasured burial item for a mighty entity, invaluable, harboring an immense and pristine energy—sufficient to tempt even an Ancestral Dao Realm powerhouse.

Now, however, that energy had been wholly devoured by the Eternal Primordial God. Though he slumbered anew, awakening remained possible at any instant.

She dared not move imprudently, and his recent words rang utterly false to her.

The Eternal Primordial God had faced siege and demise for challenging the supreme transcendence edicts. 

“The Eternal God Race’s lineage… Must I journey to the Immortal Spirit Civilization?”

Yet at present, Luo Xiangjun lacked leisure for such musings. Surviving and escaping the immediate peril took precedence. She had roamed diverse civilizations and True Realms, ultimately tracing the Eternal God Race’s blood only to the Immortal Spirit Civilization.

Evidently, a return to the Immortal Spirit Civilization loomed inevitable. Meanwhile, in the Xiyuan Civilization, amid a domain where silvery glows surged and faith’s power roiled like an ocean without end—The Old Han Crow and the aged Daoist, stemming from the Lesser Yin Aspect and the Heaven-Decline Aspect respectively, stood reverently before a Heaven-Smiting Shrine.

Gu Changge positioned himself inside the Heaven-Smiting Shrine, facing away from them, lids shut, mute and still. Innumerable threads, vast as lakes and oceans, of fortune’s power converged ahead of him, forming an expansive web that spanned every world, enabling him to sense and witness the musings and reflections, the sentiments and sensations, of all sentient beings across the realms.