I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1312: The Best Opportunity for a Complete Sweep, The Covenant of the Sacred Book
Previously on I Am the Fated Villain...
Deep within Zongmiao Mountain, a divine rainbow bridges the sky and the ground, while ancient battleships and chariots dot the landscape. Over the past few days, numerous formidable presences have converged, traversing the majestic principles of the Dao.
The Yu Xian Palace's elders and disciples find themselves nearly swamped, forced to have the arrivals linger in the assorted halls for now.
To the Xiyuan civilization, the signing of the Xiyuan Covenant stands as a historic occasion worth etching into the annals, a pivotal moment everyone eagerly awaits. From Daoist entities to everyday cultivators, all eyes are fixed on it, turning the event into a matter of universal importance.
Divine trees rustle under the breeze, their foliage whispering as stellar lights cascade like sacred radiance.
Crowds of cultivators and entities pack the majestic halls. Be they from the youth or the elders, discussions buzz about the covenant's terms.
Chiefs from diverse tribes assemble in this spot, with several already privy to the covenant's specifics, murmuring updates to their peers while subtly gauging the atmosphere.
Up to this point, the Patians’ Alliance hasn't shown up, stirring discomfort among various groups. Before the covenant gets inked, the results remain uncertain, breeding widespread worry over potential surprises.
Yet certain groups stay composed, confident that Gu Changge's public vow before the tribes and sects to seal the Xiyuan Covenant means he won't renege.
Though mighty, the Patians’ Alliance lacks the might to clash with the whole Xiyuan civilization. Stirring conflict would only harm their interests.
“Looks like the Patians’ Alliance carries a hefty arrogance, keeping all these groups hanging around.” Shang Chongming, the ancient entity from Jie Kongling, grabbed the wine goblet from his servant, sipped it, and eyed the gathering with a smirk of entertainment.
The surrounding ancient entities treat him with deep respect and wariness. At his words, none venture to contradict.
Still, the Patians’ Alliance's absence has irked plenty. It strikes many as a deliberate snub. An affair this grand ought to echo across the Xiyuan civilization by now.
Even remote cosmic clans have hurried over, anxious not to be left behind. Yet the Patians’ Alliance displays such indifference and laxness. For days, not a single member has surfaced.
Be it the Demon Court, Jing Clan, or Zixiao Mountain, silence reigns from their sides.
“The Patians’ Alliance will arrive soon enough; stay patient, everyone,” Ling Yuling murmured gently, scanning the crowd's faces to ease their tensions.
She knows Gu Changge's methods well; no matter his hidden schemes, he'd never skip such a vital juncture.
“We're not rushing, but the delay worries us—prolonged waits often invite troubles. As the saying goes, a long night breeds many dreams,” a prominent leader replied with a sigh, his voice mild as he gazed toward far-off Zongmiao Mountain, a shadow of doubt in his eyes.
Shortly after Ling Yuling's assurance, a cultivator detected ripples in space-time from billions of miles beyond Zongmiao Mountain.
A colossal aura surged forth, akin to legions charging across the stars. The firmament quaked there, echoes resounding from endless voids. Mists and vapors churned across the horizon, blanketing immense swaths of the cosmos.
Amid the turmoil, endless silhouettes emerged, dark clusters unfolding endlessly, as turbulent chaos energy billowed like a monstrous surge, engulfing nearby celestial bodies and hurtling swiftly toward the Mountain of All Wonders.
Sharp-sighted cultivators spotted a banner waving through the chaotic haze. Crafted from some mysterious substance, it bore three archaic symbols: Fighting Heaven Alliance.
The script featured bold, forceful lines, resembling iron strokes and silver hooks. Its emanating force stirred the Heavenly Dao into thunder, invoked divine chants, and its Dao glow subdued the cosmos entire.
The sight stirred tremors in the soul.
In the thick vapors, glimpses of primeval savage creatures appeared—like the Canglong (Azure Dragon), Qingluan (Blue Phoenix), Pixiu, Zheng, and Zhu Yan. Armored in gleaming plates, their hides and pinions concealed, plumage shimmering in hues.
A host of dread presences rode these primeval savages, their auras so oppressive it seemed the skies might shatter.
These primeval beasts loomed gigantic, spanning the starry expanse. Their power was staggering; a single claw strike could likely shatter a whole universe.
Trailing them came an armada of war vehicles, thundering through the emptiness, cracking the void visibly in spots. Each bore crowds of warriors gripping celestial swords and war axes, their killing intent thick as if fresh from slaughter fields and blood oceans.
The display shifted expressions among the Mountain of All Wonders' denizens and cultivators, filling minds with dread.
The Fighting Heaven Alliance's entrance brought a horde of elites, and even at a glance, the fearsome auras of their top tiers chilled the air.
Just their Dao realm masters outnumbered those from numerous immortal Dao heritages combined.
“Did the Fighting Heaven Alliance just return from some battlefield elsewhere? They reek of fresh combat, brimming with slaughter lust.”
“No matter the cause, caution is key. Still, with the Xiyuan Civilization's elite forces assembled here, they can crush any foe. The Fighting Heaven Alliance wouldn't dare overstep, bold as they are.”
In the Mountain of All Wonders' inner sanctums, race chiefs and exalted figures murmured and shared insights at the spectacle. Yet they soon glanced at allies and elders close by, steadying their nerves.
“The Mountain of All Wonders enforces unique laws that bind even Dao realm masters from rash acts. The Fighting Heaven Alliance won't stir chaos.”
An Yu Xian Palace elder whispered to himself.
“That said, it appears the Fighting Heaven Alliance was waging wars in distant lands? They look fresh from those fronts.”
“Yet no word of it has reached the Xiyuan Civilization.”
“Perhaps in some far-flung zone?”
An elder entity creased his forehead, eyeing the savage troops of the Fighting Heaven Alliance arrayed beyond the Mountain of All Wonders. Though no real peril to them, the force showed the Alliance hadn't lounged idly. They'd pushed to claim new territories.
And targeted the boundless wilds, not always the Xiyuan Civilization.
But the Xiyuan Civilization's issues lingered unresolved,
“The Fighting Heaven Alliance plainly scorns the Xiyuan Civilization. This Xiyuan Covenant feels like our needless fretting.”
“They barely bothered with it.”
A Dao realm master from the Guangming Temple remarked with a wry grin.
Some nodded in accord, while others deepened in worry, sensing ill omens.
The Fighting Heaven Alliance's disdain for the Xiyuan Civilization only highlighted their assurance and conviction in dominating it effortlessly.
Discussions rippled among cultivators and entities too. The roiling chaos haze paused at the celestial edge, with the primeval beasts and war vehicles holding position outside, unentering the Mountain of All Wonders' domain.
Suddenly, radiant rainbows sliced the void, golden paths unfurling toward the site, as silhouettes alighted upon them, veiled in fog and indistinct.
“Brother Gu…”
Ling Yuling whispered nearby, her eyes locked on the far vista.
Ancient powers, Shang Chongming of Jie Kong Ridge included, shifted their attention that way.
Beyond the Mountain of All Wonders, a youth spearheaded the Fighting Heaven Alliance's contingent.
Golden radiance extended to the sacred tree, his pace unhurried, yet each step in the cosmos synced with a profound cadence, harmonizing with heaven and earth's grand Dao, positioning him as the nexus of myriad realms.
For the first time, cultivators and beings beheld the Fighting Heaven Alliance leader's visage, many frozen in awe, particularly the youths, gripped by incredulity.
“He appears far too youthful and flawless…”
“Not like a flesh-and-blood entity. More like he stepped from a fantastical reverie.” A voice murmured.
Agreement hummed from listeners. Stance aside, the Fighting Heaven Alliance head's looks were matchless, unparalleled. His allure could stir envy in all maidens—skin luminous as jade, stature lofty and poised, wreathed in heavenly vapors and luster, divine sheen weaving through his locks.
Yet to veteran Dao realm masters, looks were mere facades. Bodily splendor and transient charms held no sway. Altering forms, swapping visages, remolding flesh—all mere whims.
With the Fighting Heaven Alliance leader Gu Changge's arrival at last, tensions gripped many race heads and sect lords.
The once vibrant mood turned oppressively still.
“Alliance Leader…”
From the divine tree's boughs, long-waiting figures like Mu Yan, Mo Tong, and the Bone Ancestor King advanced to pay respects.
“You've toiled much lately.” Gu Changge gave a light nod.
At his side trailed Jing Tianyuan, Zi Wanha, Di Kun, Chu Heng, Zuo Fengxie, Hun Yuanjun, and other conquered supreme Dao realm powers.
Afar, race leaders and sect heads emerged from the Mountain of All Wonders' core, brows knit. Some aimed to approach, but the entourage with Gu Changge halted them mid-step.
This lineup could quake any immortal Dao lineage.
A mere glance revealed no fewer than ten Dao realm experts, dwarfing the prior Xian Chu Haotu assembly.
Typically, immortal Dao lines guarded two or three Dao realm experts at best. One such master could quash an age's destiny and raze an ancient true realm with ease.
To say nothing of their Dao realm multitude.
“Dao realm numbers exceed what we saw at Yu Xian Palace. The Fighting Heaven Alliance must've claimed fresh powerhouses of late,” an elder presence lamented.
The Fighting Heaven Alliance's might now loomed even more daunting and reverent. Even venerables like Changming Dao Lord knit brows and paused.
“Young Master Gu has clearly been occupied. The Fighting Heaven Alliance wields far greater strength than earlier.” A cascade of golden brilliance fell, paired with a tender voice.
From the Mountain of All Wonders' depths stepped Ling Yuling, guiding Yu Xian Palace elders, approaching to welcome him personally. Her features held their serene poise, eyes gleaming like limpid pools.
“Countless realms and nations in the outer wilds seek alliance with the Fighting Heaven Alliance, craving shelter amid looming disasters.”
“These days, I've poured effort into just that.”
“Should Miss Yuling care to lighten my load, I'd welcome the relief.” Gu Changge replied with a subtle smile.
“Young Master Gu teases. Such feats lie beyond my grasp.”
Ling Yuling smiled, gesturing for Gu Changge to venture further into the Mountain of All Wonders.
Through peaks and woods, sacred trees loomed one by one, vast as sky-propping columns, crowns piercing clouds to embrace sun, moon, and stars, their shadows draping the earth.
Though dubbed the Mountain of All Wonders, the range lay veiled by these sacred groves. Cultivators threaded only via leafy interstices.
“The Xiyuan Covenant's terms stand settled and debated.”
“Yet Miss Yuling picked this venue for the signing, hinting at lingering doubts toward my Fighting Heaven Alliance.”
Gu Changge, at the helm of his Alliance followers, trailed Ling Yuling, surveying the Mountain of All Wonders' layout with a touch of peculiar curiosity.
“Young Master Gu overthinks it. I selected this spot deliberately,” Ling Yuling replied with a faint smile.
“The Xiyuan Covenant's inking concerns the Xiyuan Civilization's fate entirely; no room for levity. Should disruptors strike on signing day, it'd spawn needless woes,” Ling Yuling elaborated, her smile warm and composed.
Within the Mountain of All Wonders' heart, race leaders and sect elites had lingered long. Hosts awaited beyond the main palace, eyes keen for their coming.
Spotting Yu Xian Palace's esteemed Ling Yuling escorting Gu Changge and company, relief washed over many.
“With the Xiyuan Covenant sealed, all shall proceed without hitch.”
An elder in the palace murmured. Pre-signature, unease clung, hearts suspended.
This grand, limitless antique palace admitted only Dao realm experts, those fit to deliberate and endorse the Xiyuan Covenant.
Forces lacking Dao realm reps could merely observe from afar, pending the verdict.
In the Xiyuan Civilization, Dao realm-less groups scarcely qualified as proper entities, vulnerable to instant ruin by sudden perils.
Gu Changge ushered his Fighting Heaven Alliance into the palace, his gaze sweeping indifferently, ignoring the assembly.
The Xiyuan Covenant's signing convened the Xiyuan Civilization's premier Dao lines and powers. For him, prime chance to net them wholesale.
Truth be told, he owed Ling Yuling for easing his burdens.
“Here's the Xiyuan Covenant's draft, Young Master Gu; kindly review it.”
Back in the hall, Ling Yuling wasted no moment. Her slender hand extended, a golden gleam flashing, ballooning swiftly in her grasp.
It swelled manifold in an instant, blanketing the firmament.
A golden tome it was, yet more akin to a sealed writ. It beamed resplendent gold, etched with primordial glyphs bearing ultimate edicts and unyielding statutes. Each character outshone and outscaled the stars.
Fashioned from arcane stuff, like timeless holy metal, it pulsed with undying essence, rising from the vast palace to flood skies and lands. It hovered and dipped in cosmic depths, banishing the void's gloom. Its glare dazzled, clarifying remote eras and voids, as if mirroring epochs past, present, and to come.
Each emerging glyph blazed, shaking realms and voids. The Dao itself bowed beneath its weight.
The boundless cosmos and voids twisted under its radiance, extending myriad leagues at once, bridging skies, earth, and nether realms, threading time's weave.
To common cultivators and entities, it was a godly portent. In that instant, myriad souls across cosmic nooks prostrated, adoring the heaven-spanning glow, devotion etched on their faces.
“The Covenant Golden Book…”
Ancient contributors to its forging turned their sights, many beaming. This tome embodied their vital essence. Immense labors had forged it, materials alone devouring unima