I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1314: You’re plotting together to frame the leader, your heart is deserving of punishment!

“Elder sister, Gu Shi-xiong really isn’t what you think he is…”

Resting next to her, Ling Yuxian picked up on her sister Ling Yuling's inner thoughts and shook her head helplessly, a mix of emotions swirling inside. In recent days, she'd witnessed how Ling Yuling handled the schemes and moves of the Faten Alliance. She longed to intervene, yet words failed her on how to proceed. Despite her repeated attempts to clarify things for her sister, Ling Yuling dismissed it all, convinced that emotions clouded Ling Yuxian's judgment and that Gu Changge's smooth talk had fooled her.

At its core, this Xi Yuan Alliance represented a daring wager from Ling Yuling, staking that the Faten Alliance would soon reveal its ugly side. Should the Faten Alliance reject the Xi Yuan Alliance pact, Ling Yuling planned to rally the forces of the present Xi Yuan Civilization against them. The fallout could spark total devastation for both sides, potentially wiping out even the Yuxian Palace.

This grim scenario was precisely what Ling Yuling had anticipated from the start, and she stood ready to bear any cost to make it happen.

Naturally, an alternative path existed: the Faten Alliance accepting the Xi Yuan Alliance agreement, allowing all groups and lineages to coexist in harmony, minding their own affairs and upholding their distinct ways.

While this peaceful resolution was Ling Yuling's deepest wish, she recognized its chances as faint, bordering on impossible.

Yet, through Ling Yuxian's eyes, that very outcome seemed far more probable, given her insight into Gu Changge's real motives. He sought to tread a rugged, treacherous road, one fated to yield nothing and end in deadlock.

To them, the Xi Yuan Civilization appeared merely as a passing glimpse, or at best, a brief stretch along their greater voyage.

“Of course, there’s no issue with signing it.”

“Miss Yuling’s consideration for all beings is so meticulous and thoughtful; it’s truly a pity that she’s not joining our Faten Alliance.”

Gu Changge gave a soft shake of his head and a warm smile before stepping toward the curtain ahead. With a casual wave of his free hand, a brush crafted from solidified rules and order materialized.

“To receive such attention from Young Master Gu, Yuling is truly flattering. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will consider it,” Ling Yuling replied with a gentle smile, her poise unbroken and refined, even as her eyes locked onto the brush in Gu Changge’s grip.

Deep down, she sensed Gu Changge spoke in earnest, truly planning to ink the Xi Yuan Alliance contract without any ulterior schemes.

Still, the enigmas around Gu Changge piled high. The Jing family's current ancestor, Jing Tianyuan, had transformed utterly. More than likely, an immortal soul tainted by the dark source of power now possessed the body.

That corrupted immortal soul viewed Gu Changge as its lord. His roots and heritage surely hid profound depths.

Yet, Gu Changge himself had freed her from the dark void and purged the dark source's hold on her.

Logically, Gu Changge had rendered immense aid to her and the Yuxian Palace alike.

Signing the Xi Yuan Alliance contract, at minimum, would confirm Gu Changge harbored no malice toward the Xi Yuan Civilization.

Following that, the assorted sects and lineages of the Xi Yuan Civilization might finally ease their worries a touch.

“The matter is not black and white, and judging a person cannot be reduced to good or bad. I’ve been a bit obsessed,” Ling Yuling reflected inwardly, letting out a quiet sigh, her heart tangled with mixed feelings and a hint of quiet remorse.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll wait for the day when Miss Yuling decides,” Gu Changge chuckled lightly. He lifted his wrist, guiding the brush to etch his mark on the curtain before him.

Across that curtain, signatures from numerous factions already stood, intertwined with potent Great Dao symbols that gleamed brightly. A surging Great Dao pressure emanated outward, unleashing a fearsome might.

Instantly, scenes of collapsing star oceans, universal ruin, and chaotic rebirths unfolded, brimming with infinite formidable energy.

Inscribing one's name there bound one to endless karma and the immense forces of heaven and earth. Violating the pact invited horrors beyond imagination, even for Dao Ancestor realm powerhouses.

Within the hall, figures from the Guangming Temple, the Buddhist Kingdom of Tathagata, the Ling God Cave, and the Yuxian Palace fixed their gazes unyieldingly on Gu Changge's every move.

The Saintess of the Xi Yuan Civilization scrutinized Gu Changge closely, seeking any flicker across his face.

The Yuxian Palace elder, Xianyun, gripped her slender hands fiercely beneath her robe. Tension gripped her so tightly that her knuckles paled, beads of sweat tracing her brow and matting strands of hair to her face.

In that instant, all eyes riveted on Gu Changge as he wielded the brush over the expansive curtain. No one spared her a glance.

Shock rippled through the crowd, disbelief mounting as the Xi Yuan Alliance signing unfolded with such effortless grace, free of any hitches.

“How could this be so smooth…?”

“This shouldn’t be the case.”

The Shouyang Tian Sect's headmaster creased his brow, his features shifting uneasily, shock plain in his stare.

Beyond the grand hall, throngs of beings and cultivators observed the spectacle in thrilled awe, as though beholding an epochal event destined for the history scrolls.

Over Zhumiao Mountain, myriad gazes converged on the unfolding drama.

“Perhaps we really misunderstood the leader of the Faten Alliance…”

“Perhaps it is precisely this kind of grandeur and vision that can win over so many powerful figures to follow him.”

Leaders from diverse factions murmured softly, their looks brimming with respect.

Prior to arriving, they had braced for brutal conflict, yet the Faten Alliance leader proved astonishingly composed and forthright.

Despite the Xi Yuan Alliance terms tilting against the Faten Alliance, he endorsed it without a second's pause.

Such boldness and magnanimity commanded universal esteem.

The Faten Alliance followers, by contrast, showed no trace of surprise, as if this development had long been foreseen.

Be it Chu Heng, Hun Yuanjun, Zuo Fengxie, or Demon Emperor Di Kun, alongside the other Dao Ancestor realm experts, they all maintained serene demeanors.

But as Gu Changge prepared to inscribe the first stroke of “cut down” on the curtain, right before starting the next character “sky,” a cataclysmic surge of power exploded forth, like skies crumbling and realms fracturing.

A colossal wave of ruinous energy burst from the contract golden book hidden in the cosmic depths. Its archaic script ignited in brilliant radiance, as though awakening, with shadowy forms appearing to contemplate within each glyph.

With a sharp tear, the contract golden book ripped across time and space, unleashing a torrent of divine rays, rending the firmament and shattering the nearby cosmos.

Nothing could halt its advance; this was a supreme, cosmos-ending might. Even Dao Ancestor realm entities quaked in their essences, aware that contact would spell utter annihilation, souls erased forever.

At the celestial horizon, grand chains of order wove together, channeling the universe's boundless vigor.

These colossal energies then fused into the contract golden book, reshaping it into an everlasting sacred glow that plunged from above, tracking the curtain to Zhumiao Mountain and zeroing in on Gu Changge.

The shock's ripples expanded, jolting Zhumiao Mountain to its foundations, threatening total collapse.

Sacred groves swayed wildly, limbs quivering, dread fissures splitting bark. Numerous orbiting stars disintegrated, plummeting as debris.

That instant, all froze in stunned silence, as if turned to stone by the horror unfolding.

Ling Yuling, the Xi Yuan Saintess, Daoist Lord Changming, and sundry ancient powers, including Jiekong Ridge's deputy Shang Chongming, remained rooted, dazed and unresponsive.

They beheld only a blaze of divine fury, laden with inconceivable ruin, swallowing the contract golden book, slicing through void and stars, and crashing down in thunderous fury to engulf Gu Changge mid-signature on the Xi Yuan Alliance contract.

The pressure crushed hearts with dread, evoking visions of world-ending doom, all plunging into timeless void.

The zone brimmed with an inconceivable destructive essence, reducing matter to ash and emptiness, erasing existence itself.

Myriad cultivators and entities saw their sights bleach in a flash. Sound and sight vanished.

Every sense and spiritual awareness drowned in the dominant divine blaze, plunging them into utter blindness.

Fearsome echoes of the blast lingered. Though spared direct impact, many succumbed, blood streaming from orifices, hurled back by the force.

“What exactly happened?”

Sect chiefs and commanders alike reeled from the sudden event, gripped by profound bewilderment and alarm, turning questioning eyes to Ling Yuling.

The Guangming Temple's Light Master wore terror on his visage, profoundly awed by the might just displayed. A Dao Ancestor realm victim would have met certain doom.

“How could this be…?”

Astoundment and incredulity seized Ling Yuling. She stared blankly at the lingering zone of devastating aura, grappling with the unforeseen twist.

Though she had produced the contract golden book, it remained an unbound artifact, beyond any single will. Never had she imagined it would plummet abruptly, unleashing such unfathomable ruin upon Gu Changge.

“Such courage!”

“The leader kindly agreed to sign the alliance contract with you, intending to live in peace, yet you all teamed up to set a trap, treacherously harming the leader.”

“Despicable and shameless, your intentions deserve to be condemned!”

A thunderous bellow suddenly rent the skies, laced with sky-high murderous aura, snapping Ling Yuling, the Xi Yuan Saintess, and the rest from their stupor.

They witnessed the Faten Alliance members, stunned mere moments prior, now surging forward with rage-twisted faces and lethal intent, poised unmistakably for vengeance.