I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 913: A big guy is sleeping, just treating it as a Dao Fruit

Proceeding with measured steps, Gu Changge left a ripple of the Dao-building expert in his wake, akin to heaven and earth knives, obliterating any living being that ventured too close.

This vast space seemed boundless, its depth visible only as a thick and drifting fog permeating the surroundings. Countless demons rushed in, driven by an unrelenting frenzy. The immortal kings from the City of No Return, accompanying Gu Changge, were equally astonished by the scene before them.

Once coexistent with the Floating Realm, this realm now bore scars of incompleteness, marked by fissures resembling wounds oozing a thick black mist and spewing forth hordes of demons.

In the distance, colossal corpses of behemoths lay strewn across the landscape, their bones resembling mountains and skulls capable of overwhelming everything. These awe-inspiring creatures, now lifeless, bore witness to a time long past.

“Since when has this spectacle been etched into existence?” pondered the generations of immortal kings from the City of No Return.

Dating back to the beginning of the Forbidden Era, they found no record or recollection of such a staggering event within the Cangming Realm. The colossal corpses, if left adrift in the vastness of the universe, could have quickly filled an entire universe.

“The races that perished in the first calamity are likely rumored to have ended up here for some unknown reason,” Gui Lao remarked weightily.

The mention of the calamity altered the complexions of many immortal kings, revealing an evident fear and reluctance to delve deeper into the topic. On the other hand, King Luo, Immortal King Xue Xiao, and others lacking experience of the era preceding the Forbidden Era appeared perplexed and unaware of the magnificent ancient history.

Cen Shuang paid little heed to the conversation, her gaze fixated on Gu Changge, anticipating his next move. The Changing Realm, now overrun by demons, offered no refuge for other creatures. Even the colossal corpses had been consumed, leaving only the most resilient remnants untouched. Stepping into this realm was an undesirable choice, as the air seemed corrosive, infiltrating their souls with an eerie aura.

For those weary immortal kings, the strange aura threatened to seep into their very beings, a cold and evil force accompanied by mocking whispers in their ears. Despite the unsettling atmosphere, they chose to stand upon a nearly weathered boulder, avoiding further exploration.

Cen Shuang, driven by her curiosity, sought to venture more profoundly, but Granny Yao intervened, restraining her from taking unnecessary risks.

“Going deeper might pose a challenge even for an Immortal King to protect themselves, so it’s best not to follow,” Granny Yao advised, shaking her head.

The reluctance lingered in Cen Shuang’s expression as she yearned to witness the unfolding events, unaware of Gu Changge’s true intentions.

Appearing in the Floating Realm without apparent action, Gu Changge stepped into the depths of the raging demon energy in the Cangming Realm. The onlookers, including Gui Lao and others, exchanged glances and shook heads. They believed that even if Cen Shuang were to follow him, it wouldn’t alter the situation.

Furthermore, if Gu Changge intended to destroy the Floating Realm, he wouldn’t need to go through such convoluted steps. Thus, the only option was to wait and see, as they speculated that Gu Changge had ulterior motives for being there.

Even King Luo, Immortal King Xue Xiao, and others hesitated to advance further, wary of being tainted by the demonic energy. A thunderous roar echoed from the distance, accompanied by the collapse and explosion of the mist.

Illuminated by an immortal light, Gu Changge moved calmly, forming a road with the collapsed mist under his feet, extending toward the deepest part of the Cangming Realm.

Gu Changge sensed the presence of a terrible entity in that direction and suspected that cultivating an army of Absolute Heavenly creatures was not the only purpose. He surmised that the Absolute Heavenly mist might nourish a colossal corpse like creating a second body.

In the vast real world, many peerless powerhouses faced the calamity of the nine declines of heaven. In moments of desperation, some chose to self-destruct, while others severed their good and evil sides, leaving a contingency plan. Even if their main body perished in the heavenly and human calamity, the backup corpse offered a chance for a comeback, utilizing the luck of the natural world of mountains and seas for preparation.

For these exceptional figures, obtaining the origin of Absolute Heavenly Extinction was not a challenge. The difficulty lay in transforming this place into a nurturing ground for warming corpses.

So, the corpses of those powerhouses who fell during the first calamity in the mortal world of mountains and seas were transported here. They were used as nourishment to feed the Absolute Heavenly creatures, utilizing their energy to nourish their bodies while stealing the luck of this world.

Gu Changge concluded, piecing together the intricate plan.

The Changing Realm, though not expansive, held chaos in its laws and secrets due to the presence of the Absolute Heavenly mist. As Gu Changge moved forward, his figure blurred, and fragments of time seemed to linger under his feet, transporting him to the end of this chaotic space.

From his vantage point, a blurry scene unfolded—a tombstone comparable to heaven and earth stood like a terrifying phantom.Unnamed and imposing, the tombstone emitted endless Absolute Heavenly mist. It spread throughout the Cangming Realm, suppressing everything and reaching toward the universe.

Despite their ignorance, the demons exhibited an inexplicable fear of the tombstone, avoiding it with roars directed at Gu Changge. Strange colors flickered in Gu Changge’s eyes as he sensed the gathering of indescribable luck around the tombstone.

Taking decisive action, Gu Changge delivered a direct palm strike. The dark land trembled, and fear permeated the demons. An instinctive reaction was etched deep within their hearts.

In the distant land, Gui Lao and many other immortal kings experienced a sudden change in complexion. The ground beneath them shook, almost causing them to lose their footing.

What’s happening… Could there be a major battle?

Horror and puzzlement gripped them, but they wisely refrained from investigating further. The subtle fluctuations hinted at the possibility of severe injury if they delved deeper.

While they observed, Cen Shuang noticed an abnormality. The once thick fog, intended to diffuse outward, appeared to be rolling back at a visible speed.

Boom!

A resounding bang echoed as the tombstone crumbled, revealing an ancient altar beneath. The altar, towering like a hill, seemed crafted for a specific ritual. Unperturbed, Gu Changge stepped forward, raising his right hand and pressing it onto the altar.

The world quaked, and an invisible force pressed down on the altar, shattering its layers. The Changing Realm trembled as if on the brink of explosion. A colossal palm appeared in the sky, seemingly ready to erase all existence in this world.

With a shocking display of power, the tombstone and altar disintegrated under Gu Changge’s influence. Standing in the void, he raised his eyebrows, observing a broken coffin materializing in the palm print.

The coffin, blood-red in color, attracted the Absolute Heavenly mist like a magnet.

“It appears to be as I anticipated,” Gu Changge remarked lightly.

In the moment of shattering, a skeletal hand emerged from the depths. This bone-dry hand, adorned with long, black nails measuring three feet in length, carried a powerful, deathly aura. It extended forward. With the hand’s movement, the coffin crumbled, revealing a thin middle-aged man clad in Daoist robes.

The man’s hair was gray, and phoenix-like eyes gleamed with a red light. A monstrous evil spirit emanated from his being, disrupting the dark environment and sending ripples to the world. This terrible presence tore through the Cangming Realm and even reached the Immortal Domain outside, causing the universe to tremble and the laws to collapse.

This figure exuded the aura of a quasi-immortal emperor. Though not yet an immortal emperor, Gu Changge could discern a faint glimmer of immortality around his soul fire. Given time, transformation into a genuine immortal emperor seemed plausible.

Staring at Gu Changge with scarlet pupils, the figure in Daoist robes appeared unsettled, as if grappling to comprehend the unfolding situation. His presence revealed majestic and peculiarly, exuding an overwhelming authority capable of intimidating all living beings.

Surrounded by a dense corpse aura and Absolute Heavenly mist, his body exuded the essence of an unrivaled corpse emperor. Initially a beheaded corpse, he retained a strand of immortal life, anticipating the day he would ascend to true emperor hood. His vision encompassed this world, intending to birth an army of Absolute Heavenly troops to bathe the world in blood.

Regrettably, his awakening was premature, as he was rudely roused from the depths of the burial ground. The blood-sealed coffin containing his vital essence shattered, and the altar gathering the world’s luck was blown into countless pieces.

Staring fearfully at Gu Changge, the middle-aged figure felt his plans unraveling due to this unforeseen disruption. The chill and killing intent in his eyes reflected the deep hatred for Gu Changge, who had foiled his designs.

He questioned Gu Changge’s identity and revealed that he hailed from the soul realm. However, Gu Changge swiftly closed the distance before he could utter another sentence. In a flash, he seized the middle-aged man’s neck, producing a resounding crack that echoed through the world.

“I’m not interested in your history or identity,” Gu Changge stated casually, indifferent to the terror in the middle-aged man’s eyes. With a wave of his hand, strands of terrifying real fire enveloped the middle-aged figure.

To Gu Changge, this individual was merely a Dao fruit cultivated over countless years and nothing more.