I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1318 Follow My Orders, Today We Will Bloodbath the Mountain of Myriad Wonders

The region in front of the Mountain of Myriad Wonders hung in utter silence. Trembling gripped everyone with profound terror, their gazes overflowing with shock and incredulity. No spectacle could surpass the sight of a sect master-tier powerhouse collapsing and perishing right in front of them.

That figure represented a genuine Ancestral Dao Realm powerhouse!

Across the immense flow of history, how few cultivators ever ascended to such heights? A being who could establish sects and forge legacies, honored as an ancestor, had just suffered a heartbreaking demise.

Even peers at the same realm brimmed with astonishment and terror, their heads prickling and bodies chilling. It was like invisible hands squeezed their throats, their inhalations turning frosty, as though shards of ice and blood clogged their mouths and noses. They scarcely dared to exhale too forcefully.

The Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's sect master, who had bellowed and lunged ahead moments ago, now sprawled lifeless before them. His end wasn't especially gory, yet all could discern the terror, remorse, and profound dismay in his stare just before death claimed him.

What event could terrify an Ancestral Dao Realm powerhouse so? What vision had he beheld?

Additional cultivators and entities now quaked under Gu Changge's domineering might and unmatched supremacy.

Beyond survivors like Saintess Xiyuan and Ling Yuling, who endured eight Heavenly Decline Tribulations, did any in the Prime-Origin Civilization possess the power to oppose him?

Even genuine survivors of eight Heavenly Decline Tribulations might falter against him, and even their combined efforts could prove insufficient.

Numerous sect masters and chiefs now harbored a twinge of remorse. After beholding the doom of the Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's leader, dread consumed them, the fear of sharing his fate looming large.

Ultimately, their prowess scarcely differed from that of the Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's sect master.

Prior to this, they had held faith in their ability to confront Gu Changge, recalling his clash with Chu Gucheng, the Immortal Chu Dynasty's sovereign, within the Immortal Chu Dynasty.

Though Chu Gucheng endured steep costs in that confrontation, he had ultimately withstood Gu Changge.

Those who attained such realms naturally overflowed with arrogance and assurance in their capabilities. How could they accept inferiority to Chu Gucheng of the Immortal Chu Dynasty?

If Chu Gucheng managed it, why not them?

Yet the unfolding horror demolished their delusions and self-assurance. Maybe Chu Gucheng surpassed them vastly in strength, or possibly Gu Changge had withheld his lethal intent during that fight, never unleashing his true potential.

"I should never have entangled myself in this chaos. Eternal Illumination Dao Lord, you've truly pulled me into an abyss."

Shang Zhongming, the deputy head of Boundary Void Ridge, appeared hesitant, his eyes profound as he eyed the fear-shaken Eternal Illumination Dao Lord.

He had received Eternal Illumination Dao Lord's summons to join the Prime Origin Covenant and aid in resolving his heart demon trial.

A substantial favor bound him to Eternal Illumination Dao Lord, a karmic tie too weighty to dismiss, compelling his acceptance.

Moreover, endorsing the Prime-Origin Covenant served to honor the Imperial Immortal Palace's founder, earning a debt from Ling Yuling.

Such an advantageous arrangement prompted his consent.

However, Shang Zhongming never anticipated the events escalating beyond his wildest imaginings.

Now, confronted by Gu Changge's horrifying supremacy and invulnerability, his sole desire was to swiftly sever ties with Ling Yuling and her allies.

The destiny of the Prime-Origin Civilization held no interest for him, nor did the results of the vaunted Prime-Origin Covenant. His priority remained self-preservation.

"To dispatch an Ancestral Dao Realm powerhouse with such ease, he must have endured nine Heavenly Decline Tribulations, or maybe even attained End of the Path status..."

"In this age, can such a figure persist?"

"To enrage an invincible, boundless entity across the boundless realms isn't that courting oblivion?" Extreme vigilance and caution overwhelmed Shang Zhongming.

"Brother Zhongming, this affair has surpassed my own forecasts as well..." Eternal Illumination Dao Lord's visage bore a hint of bitterness, his gaze mirroring that wariness.

He clearly grasped Shang Zhongming's mindset. Had he foreseen the Heaven-Slaying Alliance leader's might sooner, he would have steered clear of this turmoil entirely.

Yet now, he was entangled deeply and even counted among the Prime-Origin Covenant's creators.

"There might yet be an escape route."

Eternal Illumination Dao Lord's sharp mind swiftly devised a scheme.

He cast a profound look toward the distant Ling Yuling, plotting anew. Her peak prowess remained unknown to him, but he knew her current state only marginally exceeded his own, perhaps sufficient for a fleeting stand against a nine Heavenly Decline Tribulations survivor. In stark contrast to the shock, fear, and quivering of the rest, Heaven-Slaying Alliance members brimmed with thrill and jubilation.

Countless voices erupted in acclaim for their Alliance Leader's majestic dominance, their stares alight with devotion and zeal.

To veterans like Old Man Cold Crow and the aged Taoist priest, Gu Changge embodied true invincibility. In this realm or any other, none could rival him.

*Boom!*

The expansive shadowy aura continued shrouding the Mountain of Myriad Wonders. As Dao Realm powerhouses' forms, including the Prime Sun Heavenly Sect's sect master, plummeted like a storm, the sect's downfall became evident to all.

Within mere breaths, amid a flurry of exchanges, a mighty immortal lineage had been eradicated, leaving no challengers behind.

The Prime Sun Heavenly Sect contingent at the Mountain of Myriad Wonders faced total annihilation. From the Ancestral Dao Realm sect master to rank-and-file disciples and elders, every soul met a grim end.

*Hum!*

The celestial dark aura surged and receded swiftly. Gu Changge's form materialized anew before the assembly.

He positioned himself with hands clasped behind, his demeanor serene and aloof, surveying the crowd. Not a single fold in his attire betrayed movement, as though he had remained stationary throughout.

Those from orthodox factions allied with the Prime Sun Heavenly Sect paled in dread. Sect masters and chiefs averted their eyes from Gu Changge, their spines slick with icy perspiration.

Countless elders blanched, their gazes steeped in profound terror, resorting to beseeching looks toward Ling Yuling and Saintess Xiyuan.

Immortal orthodoxies such as the Temple of Light and Darkness, the Buddha Kingdom of Tathagata, and the Divine Ascension Cavern quaked similarly. The Lord of Light, present in the flesh, sensed his scalp crawling. He rued not emulating the Buddha Kingdom's Buddha Lord and others by dispatching mere projections, thus avoiding such peril.

"I never sought this carnage, yet since you fail to grasp my aims, I must eliminate you."

"Obstructors in my path receive no quarter."

Gu Changge's gaze glided impassively over the Mountain of Myriad Wonders' occupants, his voice detached.

Those caught in his stare shivered violently, their visages ashen, as though frigid fingers clutched their throats, on the verge of asphyxiation.

Even Ancestral Dao Realm powerhouses sensed a marrow-chilling frost. When his eyes settled upon them, it resembled a colossal sacred peak descending, poised to pulverize their Dao Fruits.

"Senior, you spearheaded this union. Will you simply permit him to butcher blameless orthodoxies?"

"The myriad cultivators of the Prime Sun Heavenly Sect gathered here fell to this fiend without mercy. Won't you intervene? Must you witness our demise?"

"Senior, you cannot abandon us to fate!"

Terror-stricken elders and disciples from the orthodox factions wailed, their tones quavering as they implored Ling Yuling.

Sect masters, chiefs, and primordial beings likewise directed their stares at Ling Yuling, awaiting her position.

Ling Yuling stood as the mightiest presence. Should she ally with the assembled forces, resistance against Gu Changge might yet prevail.

Should she remain passive, collective action would prove pointless. Anguish twisted Ling Yuling's features, her spirit racked by division. To oppose Gu Changge outright would render her prior declarations and justifications hollow. She harbored no desire for such an outcome.

This crisis ought never to have unfolded thus.

Her intent had been safeguarding the populace and myriad races of the Prime-Origin Civilization, granting them respite and order. Scarred by the Black Calamity's most harrowing epoch in antiquity, she sought to avert its recurrence in the Prime-Origin Civilization.

"Sister, please don't..."

Ling Yuxian's complexion drained of color, anxiety etched deeply. Though shielded by Imperial Immortal Palace elders, she recognized the pivotal decision confronting her sister now.

Regardless of her sister's earlier sincerity, any reversal would shatter the balance.

"Do you still trust these self-serving insects to shield the common folk and myriad races?" Gu Changge's attention turned, fixing upon Ling Yuling's countenance.

Ling Yuling's eyes dulled, bereft of their typical radiance. She surveyed the strewn remains of Prime Sun Heavenly Sect members across the Mountain of Myriad Wonders, then the expectant stares upon her.

"Forgive me, I lack alternatives..."

She shut her eyes in torment, reopening them with a resolute, icy clarity brimming with lethal resolve.

*Clang!*

Streams of luminescence emerged around her hem, assembling into segments of archaic armor. Certain sections bore corrosion from mysterious erosion, others bore crimson stains. The armor evoked timelessness, radiating eternal essence, infused with Great Dao potency.

The armor enveloped Ling Yuling wholly in moments, cloaking her lithe form, even her visage and tresses, exposing solely a duo of frigid eyes. "Why force matters to this extreme..."

Witnessing this, Ling Yuxian's pallor intensified. She staggered, on the brink of collapse, comprehending her sister's irrevocable decision.

This constituted the battle garb her sister had crafted for their duo, donned amid the cataclysmic crusade against the Black Calamity. It had weathered innumerable skirmishes before sustaining ruin and vanishing into time's current.

As her sister reclaimed her vigor, she had pursued this armor's restoration.

Donning the armor signaled her sister's intent to wage war unto death, heedless of personal peril. "Heaven-Slaying Alliance members, heed my command. Today, we shall drench the Mountain of Myriad Wonders in blood."

Gu Changge's expression remained impassive at the sight, as though anticipated. He issued the decree with chilling finality.

"Kill!"

The cataclysmic clash reignited abruptly. Armored Ling Yuling surged forth. Within her grasp materialized an antiquated, fragmented yet refined Dao Sword. She evoked a sword immortaless spearheading the charge, encircled by myriad sword phantoms that convulsed the firmament and terrain. Her presence skyrocketed, eclipsing numerous Ancestral Dao Realm figures, attaining a pinnacle beyond most such experts' reach. "To contest a nine Heavenly Decline Tribulations survivor... Evidently, at her zenith, she approached End of the Path caliber." Shang Zhongming, Eternal Illumination Dao Lord, and fellow primordials reeled in astonishment, having sorely misjudged Ling Yuling's capabilities.

Little surprise she partook in that primordial conflict. Even short of full restoration, she defied their confrontation.

"Kill! Trail the senior and vanquish this fiend!"

"Kill!"

With Ling Yuling's assault commencing, the elders and sect masters from trailing orthodoxies surged into combat, encircling Gu Changge. Resplendent Great Dao symbols illuminated the Mountain of Myriad Wonders' skies, manifesting fearsome slaying arts ablaze with brilliance, all converging upon Gu Changge.

Heaven-Slaying Alliance ranks plunged into the melee, colliding with the throng of titans. The arena blazed with radiance and sacred armaments.

Gu Changge extended a finger, cleaving the void asunder like fractured glass. Every onrushing art and prowess dissolved soundlessly.

Armored Ling Yuling slashed her blade toward Gu Changge. Innumerable sword apparitions wreathed her, while an archaic, majestic refrain resounded. She fused with her wielded Dao Sword, wielding it akin to a qin. Each tone birthed a sword keen, the Dao Sword vibrating, the symphony quaking cosmos and soil. Instantly, boundless sword shades saturated the expanse, no mere phantasms but tangible, bearing unfathomable ruinous force.

This vision defied comprehension. Time's stream quivered, overrun by countless sword shades sweeping firmament and earth, descending with apocalyptic might.

Yet prior to her myriad sword shades striking Gu Changge, a frightful abyssal void manifested overhead, devouring them utterly, erasing all traces.

The void materialized and vanished fleetingly, akin to a mirage.

Ling Yuling lacked even a moment to discern it, sensing only an elusive peril, as though encountered in memory. Meanwhile, the sect masters and chiefs of other orthodoxies advancing screamed as Gu Changge's backlash engulfed them. Halves of their forms vaporized silently.

Gu Changge's gaze remained glacial. Within his grasp, shadowed radiance coalesced, a subtle gateway shimmering.

With a casual flick, a luminous streak shot forth, traversing infinite voids instantly and anchoring before him, morphing into a soaring dark lotus swathed in murky haze.

Immeasurable haze billowed, birthing a realm of obscurity.

*Boom!*

The dark lotus whirled, gradually unfurling. Nine blooms emerged, eclipsing the vault, while leafage bore the cosmos' laws and decrees, wholly enshrouding the Mountain of Myriad Wonders' firmament. From its heart, infinite shadowed sacred radiance burst, trailed by a sacred pressure cascading like a ruptured torrent, emanating afar, bearing down upon the heavens.

In that instant, half the Prime-Origin Civilization's cosmos shuddered. Across vast gulfs, myriad entities sensed this apocalyptic, realm-shattering surge.

Cosmos, universe, primal chaos—all commenced crumbling, marching toward ruin and terminus.

The shadowed lotus spun, blossoming amid the universe's profundity. Every bloom wove annihilation's essence.

Immense and limitless!

Bolstered by this paramount presence, it evoked grinding a wheel of doom.

From afar, a dread black gale howled, reminiscent of a butterfly's flutter. Initially feeble, it amplified into horror. *Boom!*

This constituted a doomsday collision, akin to tumbling peaks and raging oceans, shattering stars and rupturing streams. Realm upon realm, cosmos upon cosmos, shattered beneath this onslaught, reduced to cinders and shards.

No cultivator or entity endured this potency. They pulverized into crimson haze, dissolving and erupting.

The full Mountain of Myriad Wonders submerged in this surge, consumed by shadow, bereft of luminescence. "The Gate of Eternal Life's potency..." Ling Yuling, intimately versed in this force, blanched instantly. She had languished in that shadowed void for eons, rendering it intimately known. Furthermore, she had wielded the Gate of Eternal Life briefly.