I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1316 The World-Shaking Chaos That Was Inevitable, You've Truly Disappointed Me

The declarations from the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's members shocked numerous clans and sects into silence.

Countless individuals flushed with embarrassment, aware that their excessive caution and dread toward the Heaven-Slaying Alliance had been misplaced, fearing absorption and a destiny like the Immortal Chu Dynasty's downfall.

Yet, the present circumstances suggested otherwise entirely?

Gu Changge, leader of the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, showed no interest in such conquests. Rather, he consistently viewed matters from the standpoint of all sentient beings, prioritizing their welfare.

Evidently, their apprehensions had been unfounded and excessive.

Furthermore, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's followers displayed a profound devotion and zeal toward the group that defied simple description.

It wasn't the forced indoctrination or domination by their leader that many had assumed, reducing members to mere puppets.

The lineages and groups aligning with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance appeared to have chosen it freely, without any duress.

"It appears we've sorely misjudged the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's leader. We've harbored strong biases against the alliance for far too long."

"In the last millennium, even as the Heaven-Slaying Alliance grew swiftly, swallowing vast lands, it hasn't sparked any turmoil or bloodshed."

Leaders and seniors from lesser clans whispered among themselves, their emotions a tangled mix of regret and surprise. "The deep loyalty the Heaven-Slaying Alliance members show their leader makes perfect sense," murmured an aged powerhouse, surveying the unfolding events.

In that instant, observers of the spectacle and these revelations, regardless of prior encounters with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's head, couldn't help but admire his boundless generosity.

"What nonsense! Devilish rhetoric to mislead the crowds! Outcasts remain outcasts. You fail to grasp that allying with the Heaven-Slaying Alliance offers no sanctuary. Retribution awaits you all in time."

"Before the next Tribulation Reckoning descends, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance will face total eradication by the combined might of the boundless realms. You're hastening your own doom."

The Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's sect master scowled darkly. He never anticipated the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's words alone could shift the tide, making various clans and sects hesitate in their resolve.

To him, deviants stayed deviants. The Heaven-Slaying Alliance's audacity to "slay the heavens" defied the cosmic balance utterly. Divine punishment was inevitable.

Other sect leaders and chiefs mirrored his icy demeanor, facing off against the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's forces beyond the majestic palace, dismissing their pleas outright.

How could they tolerate a threat lingering so close? The Heaven-Slaying Alliance's presence had long endangered the prestige and security of nearby immortal lineages within the Prime-Origin Civilization. Of course, they yearned for its obliteration.

Besides, the alliance's survival posed a potential catastrophe to the whole Prime-Origin Civilization down the line.

Though startled by Ling Yuling, ancestor of the Imperial Immortal Palace, plotting against the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's leader, the result proved advantageous in the end.

"Sister."

The Heaven-Slaying Alliance members' statements drained the color from Ling Yuxian's delicate features.

Her eyes toward Ling Yuling brimmed with estrangement and shock. She struggled to fathom how her sister, shared through endless years, could turn so scheming and merciless, repaying a past savior with betrayal.

Particularly upon learning from the members that Gu Changge consented to the Prime-Origin Covenant out of deference to her sister and the Imperial Immortal Palace, sparing needless carnage, her chest tightened with pain.

Gu Changge's faith in Ling Yuling and the Imperial Immortal Palace had twisted into the deadliest blade against him.

Various elders and forebears of the Imperial Immortal Palace heaved sighs too, laced with resentment and resignation.

Gu Changge served as a key ally to the Imperial Immortal Palace, aiding in freeing their ancestor, Ling Yuling—a fact widely acknowledged.

They preferred not to oppose him if avoidable. This transcended morality; it was survival. Yet Ling Yuling's plot against Gu Changge altered everything. The Imperial Immortal Palace now stood as a nest of betrayers.

They held no grudge against their ancestor, for her deeds aimed to shield all life.

"How did things escalate this way?"

"Ancestor, oh..."

Elder Jiulin let out a heavy breath. He eyed Elder Xianyun beside him, noting her pallid complexion from moments ago, as though gripped by intense anxiety.

Her typical poise had vanished, and he figured she fretted over the impending clash. Given Gu Changge's prior residence at the Xianyun Dao Academy, he offered solace: "Elder Xianyun, don't shoulder too heavy a load. Whatever unfolds ahead, face it as it comes."

Elder Xianyun jolted from her reverie at his words. She forced her eyes away from the vaporized zone and murmured agreement softly, then quieted once more.

Elder Jiulin shook his head, holding his tongue. An intense confrontation loomed inescapably.

The Heaven-Slaying Alliance's forces wouldn't overlook this affront.

"This isn't the result I desired."

"Believe me or not, condemn or misjudge me—I take it all."

Ling Yuling hovered mid-air, robes billowing wildly. Great Dao runes swirled about her, and her lithe, gem-like arms pulsed with dread power. Diverse Great Dao principles gathered, cycles of seasons, yin-yang balance, rebirth, lightning, storms, and mists cycling and shifting. At any second, immense pressure could descend.

Her impeccable visage held steady resolve, recognizing words held no sway now.

The Heaven-Slaying Alliance's members refused to trust her. Even her sibling, Ling Yuxian, regarded her with dismay and distance. The day's turmoil was fated to erupt into bedlam.

"Hah, no more words? Then battle it is. Today, you'll atone dearly for this."

An Ancestral Dao Realm powerhouse from the Heaven-Slaying Alliance advanced, eyes like frost. In a flash, he closed in on Ling Yuling.

His enormous hand swept forth, as though rending history and the now. The colossal might could pulverize all in its path. Chaotic essence churned in his grip, birthing realms anew, myriad Great Dao edicts forming an ocean of laws.

Fellow Ancestral Dao Realm figures from the Heaven-Slaying Alliance surged into motion too. With scant delay, they collided with rivals beyond the palace doors. Supreme Dao Realm principles erupted sequentially, morphing into invincible chimes, sacred tripods, landscape imprints, and colossal godly kilns. Endless glows cascaded, poised to erase existence.

Boom!

Like myriad realms detonating at once. The ripples could shatter the firmament, hitting peaks of horror.

Clashes among Dao Realm beings reignited. Lesser cultivators would vaporize in a heartbeat from the mere echoes.

The Mountain of Myriad Wonders quaked ferociously. Vast sections split asunder, birthing enormous chasms that crumbled into debris. Orbiting stars pulverized under colossal palms bridging skies and voids.

Hum!!!

Dozens of Dao artifacts levitated overhead. A lone beam of godly radiance could skewer cosmos entire. This vista instilled dread and quakes in every soul across the Prime-Origin Civilization. The Dao Realm fray rapidly overflowed worldly bounds.

Their manifestations, spanning billions of feet and upholding eternities, moved with flawless intent. Petty realms in the fray burst apart on contact. Dreadful echoes pierced epochs, crumbling endless space-time expanses.

Now, even across the boundless domains, the uproar in the Prime-Origin Civilization reverberated.

For the first time in eons, such a multitude of Dao Realm beings warred.

To the masses, this spelled apocalypse beyond conception.

A mere gesture from Dao Realm masters could erase grand universes. In their grasp, Great Dao laws bent to mere arts, summoned at will.

Worlds crumbled like soap suds under their touch.

Skirmishes of Ancestral Dao Realm titans resembled primordial Dao Ancestors, enthroned at creation's edge, weaving incantations in eternal strife, their waves spanning all timelines. Vibrations linked antiquity to remotest futures. Eras bloomed, fractured, and faded like tides before them, mirroring time's flow and infinite realms.

Ling Yuling unveiled her formidable prowess. As a primeval sage of the Prime-Origin Civilization, though not at full restoration, she outclassed typical Ancestral Dao Realm foes. A light brush of her elegant hand dissolved incoming arts, fracturing the starlit void.

Aureate tendrils, forged from Great Dao essence, lanced through every temporal fold, descending like celestial blades. The universe shuddered, forcing several Heaven-Slaying Alliance Ancestral Dao Realm attackers to spew blood and reel back, wounded in moments.

Though Ling Yuling restrained her force, her might dwarfed standard Dao Realm levels. None present could curb her.

She ascended higher and jabbed a digit once more. Luminance waves bloomed from her tip, swelling into a aureate maelstrom brimming with realm-crushing force, repelling the onrushing Dao Realm adversaries.

"This clash serves no purpose. Though the Heaven-Slaying Alliance boasts strength, it can't rival our collective here."

"From this day, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance dissolves. I won't pursue you further," Ling Yuling stated evenly.

"Do you truly believe this concludes it? The Alliance Leader endures forever. Victory eludes you."

Yet her plea fell flat. Jing Tianyun lunged ahead, veiled in subtle haze, gaze blazing with savagery. His former refined countenance twisted into ferocity. A single strike, wreathed in dazzling blaze, demolished the aureate maelstrom.

Ling Yuling regarded this onetime attendant, aware he transcended his former self. She exhaled inwardly. The old Jing Tianyun wouldn't have challenged her, nor wielded such potency. Under Gu Changge's guidance, Jing Tianyun's abilities had soared past former heights.

Presently, in the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, solely Jing Tianyun could contest her evenly.

Old Man Cold Crow and the aged Daoist held back from engaging. They observed stoically, guarding the alliance's frailer ranks.

The skirmish raged on, soon bursting past the Mountain of Myriad Wonders' confines.

Myriad clans and sects withdrew hastily, while cultivators shy of Dao Realm fled in panic...

At this intensity, bystanders offered no fodder value.

"Kill!"

Beyond the Mountain of Myriad Wonders, it resembled a legion of thousands storming, skies choked with vapors, slaughter aura thundering like gales. Hosts of riders, gripping divine swords and spears, thundered from horizons. Below, primal beasts bellowed, sealing off escape from the Mountain of Myriad Wonders.

The Heaven-Slaying Alliance's standard whipped in breezes, radiating antiquity and barrenness. Now, it morphed into a sacred armament, as if an elder god stirred inside, its awful presence quaking the firmament.

Meanwhile, Zhuo Fengxie, Hun Guangjun, and allies dueled equals, both sides spilling crimson and bearing wounds. Trailing them, all Dao Realm powers in the Heaven-Slaying Alliance dove in, warring the Prime-Origin Civilization's elders and ancients from sundry lineages. They battled savagely, soaked in gore.

The Temple of Light and Darkness, Buddha Kingdom of Tathagata, Divine Ascension Cavern, Xiyuan Sacred Hall, and every other power entangled in the fray.

Solely Saintess Xiyuan, Eternal Illumination Dao Lord, Shang Chongming, and distant elder powers abstained.

In their eyes, the fight held no twists. No need for their hand. Their vigil now targeted the chance that Gu Changge, Heaven-Slaying Alliance chief, lived on. That lethal blow, slayer of Ancestral Dao Realm lives, might falter against him.

Thud... thud... thud...

Suddenly, a muffled throb arose from the zone erased by the Covenant Golden Book, akin to a mighty pulse.

A prismatic glow in seven hues, laced with chaos, flared outward, scattering all lingering essences.

Folks glimpsed scarlet radiance erupting, bathing the shadowed, gloomy Mountain of Myriad Wonders in vermilion. From the hushed, barren expanse, a torrent of fearsome life force gushed, like celestial floods crashing down, irresistible and vast. The wild melee froze as all eyes snapped to the anomaly.

Eternal Illumination Dao Lord, Shang Chongming, Xiyin, and fellow elders locked stares keenly, blades of wariness.

"I sensed as much... no way that felled him..." Ling Yuling murmured inwardly, then eyed nearby Saintess Xiyuan.

Saintess Xiyuan froze briefly but grasped Ling Yuling's intent. After quiet pause, she dipped her head affirmatively.

Hum!

From the gutted void's core, a gentle exhale resounded. Then, misty radiance bloomed, and a silhouette emerged. With idle wave, a gilded archaic tome, beaming myriad rays, arose and swelled into a colossal, timeless pact aloft. Yet ere its clauses unveiled, the slim fingers rent it asunder. Brilliance waned, the pact fragmented into shards, drifting into nothingness. "Alliance Leader!"

Beholding Gu Changge appear untouched, garb pristine, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance's ranks surged with thrill and elation. Though faith in Gu Changge's might bordered on worship for many, that prior assault's dread had sown doubts.

Mu Yan, Mo Tong, and kin exhaled in relief.

Ling Yuxian, shielded by Imperial Immortal Palace elders, eased at last, spirit calming. Though certain of Gu Changge's supremacy over such strikes, unease had lingered.

Conversely, sect masters and chiefs of clans and lineages tensed rigidly, visages etched in incredulity. How survived Gu Changge unscathed from that cataclysmic hit?

Had he endured untouched, merely spectating the drama? Gu Changge's arrival quelled the frenzy outright. Still, all sensed this lull preceded a fiercer tempest.

Had the pact been sealed sans intrigue and deceit, this chaos would have been averted.

Gu Changge's prowess outstripped all fancies. Unscratched, he shredded the Covenant Golden Book with ease.

Believing it could end him was sheer delusion.

Retreat proved impossible now.

Bitterness etched many faces, visions of doom clear. "You've truly disappointed me," Gu Changge uttered serenely, eyeing Ling Yuling.

His voice lacked ire, as though her ploys and treason stirred no wrath.

As if that prior faint sigh marked his sole sentiment.

Ling Yuling averted her eyes from his. Regardless, she had shattered his confidence.

She inclined her head faintly and breathed, "I'm sorry. This isn't the result I wanted."