I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1315: I originally intended my heart to face the bright moon, but this is truly heartbreaking

The abrupt occurrence stunned countless people, filling them with disbelief and utter shock.

Beyond the grand hall, numerous clan heads and seniors found themselves equally frozen in response to the recent events, their features etched with profound surprise.

The chiefs and principals from diverse groups were likewise taken aback, their looks brimming with astonishment and doubt.

A force so immense it could shatter entire realms proved utterly unstoppable even against an ancestral powerhouse. The clear aim was to slay the Faqian Alliance's chief right on the spot.

Obviously, with the pact sealed, the Xiyuan Civilization's turmoil would settle, ushering in an era of calm and serenity.

This stood as a monumental boon for every group and lineage—

All along this sequence, the Faqian Alliance's leader offered no defiance or resistance.

Rather, he advanced with poise and assurance to seal the pact, as matters unfolded favorably. Yet suddenly, it all lay in ruins.

From the instant the strike targeted Gu Changge, this accord meant to foster harmony was utterly shattered. It could never come to pass now.

The clan heads and seniors grew pale, already envisioning the Xiyuan Civilization plunging into a storm of bloodshed and turmoil.

No matter if the Faqian Alliance's chief, Gu Changge, perishes or survives, the assorted groups and powers will inevitably face retaliation and vengeance from the Faqian Alliance.

In that instant, the furious cries from Faqian Alliance followers inside the hall jolted the bewildered cultivators and entities outside the peak back to awareness, overwhelming them with terror and dismay.

Only moments before, the horrifying celestial radiance that rent through the boundless void had sealed off their perceptions entirely, leaving them clueless about the chaos within the grand hall.

Yet now, it appeared that the doomsday celestial glow encasing the pact's golden tome as it descended was truly meant to eliminate the Faqian Alliance's chief, Gu Changge?

“Is this really happening?”

“Was the whole thing a premeditated ploy, solely to target the Faqian Alliance's leader? Have we all been fooled?”

“Did the Xiyuan Covenant signing serve merely as a facade for some grander scheme?”

Countless cultivators and entities quivered in dread, a cold shiver creeping up their backs. Beyond them, the uninformed powers and groups felt equally betrayed.

Prior to this, not a soul suspected such a twist, with no whispers or hints circulating. All had assumed this alliance would promote harmonious living, guaranteeing a more stable phase ahead via the Xiyuan Covenant.

But none foresaw the Yuxian Palace ancestors and their allies acting with such brutal determination, ready to dupe the whole Xiyuan Civilization just to plot against Gu Changge?

The boldness and tactics involved chilled to the bone, instilling profound unease in all. Indeed, before now, no one dared conceive of resolving the Faqian Alliance issue by laying a snare to assassinate its chief, Gu Changge.

Right then, the group heads and seniors from myriad sects harbored intense reverence and trepidation toward Yuxian Palace's ancestor, Ling Yuling.

She truly embodied the legend of vanquishing the Black Calamity. On the surface, a poised and refined beauty, yet beneath lurked a merciless, swift schemer with bottomless stratagems.

Amid the uproar gripping the assorted groups and powers, a cataclysmic clash exploded without warning from the depths of Zongmiao Mountain's grand hall.

Faqian Alliance followers surged forward, while multiple Dao realm powerhouses, seething with rage, unleashed their assaults. Their colossal divine prowess roared forth like an endless ocean, celestial glows tumbling and Dao runes blazing.

Myriad minor realms and primordial stellar illusions wove together, manifesting heavenly vistas that could crush all lifeforms.

All burned with wrath, their outrage eclipsing any thought of restraint.

At that juncture, to the Faqian Alliance members, every soul in the hall stood as a foe. They had conspired with Ling Yuling and her ilk against their chief, Gu Changge, turning them into mortal adversaries.

“With his immense power, he ought to be alright, don't you think…”

Mu Yan brimmed with anxiety, her gaze lingering with residual dread upon the zone that had been wholly vaporized.

There, every law and essence had vanished, and even vision or spiritual probes failed to breach it, as if it had been eternally wiped from reality.

The sheer might was evident—potent enough to obliterate an ancestral Dao realm entity, it deserved the label of an ultimate annihilation strike.

They had never anticipated such a shocking twist amid the Xiyuan Covenant sealing.

Earlier, when Ling Yuling and fellow ancients debated the pact's clauses, she had attended as well. The details held little appeal for her, since Gu Changge had previously explained that the Faqian Alliance's rise would naturally alarm the Xiyuan Civilization, prompting clans to enact curbs like the Xiyuan Covenant to hinder its expansion.

Back then, Mu Yan had inquired what his response would be. Would he rally the Faqian Alliance to subdue the Dao groups sequentially?

Gu Changge merely grinned and dismissed it, noting his lack of interest in such pursuits. The Xiyuan Covenant posed no real threat to the Faqian Alliance.

His true aim in founding the Faqian Alliance went beyond dominating the Xiyuan Civilization or chasing personal glory.

That realization struck Mu Yan then: the Xiyuan Civilization's groups and Gu Changge operated on entirely divergent planes. Their outlooks clashed fundamentally.

Gu Changge had formed the Faqian Alliance purely for the sake of all sentient beings and myriad lineages, driven by the goal of “slaying the heavens.”

Witnessing the Xiyuan Civilization's factions band together to conspire against Gu Changge now ignited real fury and sorrow within her.

“The chief's prowess runs endlessly deep. He'll surely emerge unscathed.” In this tense moment, Mo Tong, whose frosty demeanor seldom betrayed feeling, murmured softly with uncharacteristic earnestness.

Mu Yan shot her a startled look. This silver-tressed, glacial maiden seldom uttered a word, much less revealed such heartfelt sentiment.

Though she, much like Mu Yan, had trailed Gu Changge for ages, her path began when he plucked her from the brutal coliseum amid the Immortal Spirit Civilization era, keeping her close ever since.

Yet voices from her were scarce. She mostly honed lethal techniques under the White Bone Ancestor King's tutelage, akin to a perfect frozen effigy.

“He's always treated me with such warmth. A truly compassionate soul. He doesn't merit this kind of betrayal,” Mu Yan added in a hushed tone.

Mo Tong caught Mu Yan's stare and responded in a gentle murmur.

She could never erase the memory of Gu Changge pulling her from that grim, gore-drenched, reeking coliseum into the warm daylight, granting her the gift of clean breezes.

“Should any harm befall the chief, I vow to exact a heavy toll from them all.”

Killing intent flickered in Mo Tong's pale gray eyes as she methodically scanned the hall's assorted clans and Dao groups, her focus sharpening on Ling Yuling and the Xiyuan Saintess.

Inside the chamber, dread auras clashed wildly, blows and strikes colliding amid flashing Dao runes. The colossal energy appeared to sunder the firmament, bearing down with relentless might.

Overhead, ancient Dao treasures hovered—Celestial Lanterns, Taiji Charts, Yin-Yang Blades, Bagua Reflections, Eternal Drums—all wreathed in myriad rays, Dao laws cascading with ruinous vibes that toppled realms.

This showdown was without parallel, fierce enough to shred innumerable stellar domains. Close by, certain Dao realm ancestors watched with cool detachment, poised to leap into the melee.

Thankfully, Zongmiao Mountain's innate landscape arrays contained the fray. Absent that, any Dao realm duel would devastate the vicinity.

“Sister, why resort to this?”

Ling Yuling, shielded by Yuxian Palace elders, lingered at the rear. She regarded her sibling, locked in standoff against Faqian Alliance's Dao realm foes, her expression a blend of bewilderment and bottled rage.

“I can't fathom how it spiraled like this.”

Ling Yuling gave a faint shake of her head, her tone laced with resignation and sorrow.

Her mind reeled with astonishment and uncertainty, yet she now stood compelled to face off against the Faqian Alliance onslaught.

For in the eyes of all, including Yuxian Palace's own elders and adherents, this appeared as her covert orchestration—teaming with Dao groups to ambush and slay Gu Changge.

Nearby, the Xiyuan Saintess grudgingly clashed with Faqian Alliance members as well.

As for Ling Yuling's claim, she wavered on its truth—was it genuine, or merely a bid to evade responsibility and pin it elsewhere?

Earlier, she and Ling Yuling had indeed brainstormed responses and devised plans. Still, Ling Yuling had kept this development hidden from her.

“She lives up to her fame as the Black Calamity's vanquisher. This tactic commands respect,” remarked Shuang Ming, an elder from Jie Kong Ridge. He eyed Ling Yuling with both esteem and caution.

That prior onslaught had chilled even him, a survivor of eight celestial ordeals, stirring deep alarm. Caught unaware, such a blow might have ended him swiftly.

“Yes, this approach is masterful,” agreed Dao Lord Changming, cupping his hands in salute while nodding, his gaze wary.

“Hahaha, worthy of Senior Ling Yuling indeed. Such cunning wins our praise. Against this foe, scruples and honor hold no value. Removing him eradicates a dire peril to the Xiyuan Civilization.”

“A heroic deed. Senior Ling Yuling owes no remorse; we grasp and endorse this fully.”

The Shouyang Tian Sect Principal battled a Faqian Alliance Dao realm foe. His robe billowed as twin blades aglow with primal chaos shot forth, slicing the air and lopping off the expert's limb, hurling him back in a spray of blood.

Rooted with blade in hand, he radiated savage vigor, his bold guffaws resounding through the chamber. Nearby principals and chiefs grinned too, though rattled by the prior spectacle, they found no fault in it.

Confronting a figure like Gu Changge, Faqian Alliance chief, called for no ethical qualms.

Immortal Dao group leaders, including Guangming Temple's Sovereign and Ru Lai Buddha Kingdom's Enlightened One, directed their elders and sacred icons to watch from a distance.

They ranked among the earliest Xiyuan Covenant signatories and shared the day's astonishment. However, the Faqian Alliance now deemed all in the hall enemies, sparing no Dao groups that had pledged to the Xiyuan Covenant. Ling Yuling hovered midair, her raven locks whipping in the gale. The soft, limpid eyes once held a keen edge now.

She shot a frosty look at the Shouyang Tian Sect Principal, who fanned the flames amid the crisis. It seemed he yearned for her to fully antagonize the Faqian Alliance. To her, the pact's golden tome had surely been sabotaged by hidden hands. Else, no such cataclysmic force could arise abruptly to smite Gu Changge.

The frenzied skirmish swiftly spilled beyond the hall, as Dao realm titans dueled, their forms streaking into the outer void. There, celestial beams lanced skyward, unleashing nightmarish vistas.

Innumerable cultivators and beings endured suffocating strain, their frames groaning on the verge of shattering beneath the colossal burden.

The cosmos quaked fiercely, nearby sacred groves splintering. From the firmament's depths, a colossal fissure yawned, as if cleaved by some inconceivable power.

The mere emanations from afar sufficed to horrify, potent enough to eradicate flesh and spirit alike.

As the turmoil escalated wildly, Ling Yuling, locked in opposition to the Faqian Alliance, felt forced to act.

Her lithe palm stretched forth, arcing across the heavens to pry apart the warring Dao realm masters in the outer expanse.

Unchecked, their strife would ravage the neighboring cosmos, leaving naught but devastation.

Shouyang Tian Sect, Tuoyang Mountain, Ling Shen Cave Principals, and fellow Dao group heads unveiled their presences, holding firm against the Faqian Alliance in a powder-keg standoff.

Xiyuan Saintess Xiyin, Dao Lord Changming, and sundry ancient powers held position too, briefly quelling the bedlam.

“All of you, let's discuss calmly. The Faqian Alliance chief's presence has vanished. You honored Principals remain ensnared by his sway, advancing his agenda. What folly,” a Principal-tier entity mocked, his eyes raking over the Faqian Alliance.

“Your deeds are base and treacherous. To imagine Yuxian Palace's esteemed ancestors stooping to such sly maneuvers,” he pressed on.

“How could the chief hold you in such esteem and regard? He consented to the Xiyuan Covenant honoring your status.”

“Yet behold—the depths of treachery—Ling Yuling, you've betrayed your savior. Where's your sense of honor?”

“When shadows ensnared you, the chief freed you personally. Is this your gratitude?”

“Reflect: what wrong has the chief ever done you? Why stoop to this?”

Beyond the hall, luminaries like Hunyuan Jun, Zhuo Feng Xie, and Chu Heng stepped forth, visages ablaze with ire. Their slayer auras pierced the skies, each radiating apocalyptic force.

Jing Tianyuan, Jing Clan's primeval ancestor, fumed hottest, openly reviling Ling Yuling before the assembly, his tirade merciless.

Faqian Alliance's other Dao realm masters shared the blaze of fury.

To them, this turn felt utterly surreal and inconceivable. They never dreamed that during the pact's pivotal sealing, Ling Yuling and allies would corrupt the golden tome and abruptly assail their chief, Gu Changge.

After all, who anticipated such depravity, enacting these brazen, ignoble ploys before the Xiyuan Civilization's myriad groups and Dao sects?

It stemmed from Faqian Alliance members' prior counsel to Gu Changge, urging caution on the Xiyuan Covenant, convinced the Xiyuan Civilization clans devised it to rein in the Faqian Alliance.

Months back, Faqian Alliance followers had cautioned Gu Changge that embracing the Xiyuan Covenant would assuredly hamper the Faqian Alliance's prospects.

The diverse groups and Dao sects had forged this pact explicitly to throttle the Faqian Alliance.

Then, they urged against it, but with the Faqian Alliance's surging might, they now scorned any Xiyuan Civilization Dao sect.

A mere millennium, or several, would suffice to claim dominion over the full Xiyuan Civilization. Yet Gu Changge had countered that such conquest was impossible. Warring on all groups would merely doom the blameless masses and lineages. That defied the Faqian Alliance's founding ethos.

If the Faqian Alliance's creation plunged clans and groups into disorder and strife, how differed it from Black Calamity holdouts, fiendish sects, or malevolent entities?

His serene, detached counsel etched deeply into the Faqian Alliance members' minds, unforgettable, fostering boundless esteem and loyalty.

Yet who foresaw that the chief, Gu Changge, ever mindful of the welfare