I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 875: Time cuts the world like a knife, Ziji; why must you do this?

King Ming exited the cavern of the imperial clan’s forebear, wearing an uncertain expression. He needed to figure out the individual’s stance, but based on their recent words, they didn’t truly wish to get involved.

The imperial clan’s forebear wouldn’t emerge in the world anytime soon. There was concern that being born prematurely could result in termination. But in this realm, what force existed that could threaten the immortal ancestor of the imperial family?

At that moment, King Ming pondered the distant and boundless land. Did this imply that numerous powerful beings from ancient times were poised to return from that place?

The merging of the foreign land and the immortal realm was an inevitable trend. Even the Immortal King sensed the aura and direction of fate in the darkness.

This trend was unstoppable. Even the Immortal King couldn’t assert that he would defy fate and alter the course; otherwise, he’d undoubtedly be crushed by terrifying cause and effect, his essence obliterated.

If that’s the case, are you treating the Immortal King as an abandoned son?

King Ming’s expression darkened. He sensed that the imperial clan’s forebear feared that forbidden existence. Knowing the forbidden entity wasn’t in its peak state; they dared not confront it directly now, opting to maintain their prime state to avoid catastrophic consequences.

So, must I witness the Immortal King of a foreign land become prey before my eyes?

King Ming was truly unwilling, especially since he bore the imprint left by that individual. It served as a coordinate, allowing them to descend at any time and locate him. Even if he escaped the foreign land, eluding that person’s grasp was impossible. His fate was sealed, as the imperial clan’s forebear claimed.

King Ming felt anxious and uneasy, unwilling to accept this as the end. Individuals reaching the level of the Immortal King were the central figures of every era. They wouldn’t willingly meet a tragic demise.

Upon returning to the universe under his jurisdiction, King Ming initiated orders and exerted every effort to discover a way to perpetuate his legacy.

Simultaneously, he received word from Ming Yi that she had delivered the decree to King Luo. The unfolding events hinged on the decisions King Luo and his associates made.

This brought a glimmer of hope to King Ming. However, shock seized him when he discovered that the Buddha Kingdom of the Southern Immortal Domain had crumbled within a day, and the entire universe had collapsed into decay. Bitterness crept onto his face as if glimpsing his impending fate.

He believed this outcome resulted from the Buddha King’s decision to confront Gu Changge, leading to such devastation. Even the Buddhist kingdom he had established lay in ruins.

The scene seemed eerily familiar as if a cycle of reincarnation was playing out – reminiscent of the Immortal Palace that once ruled the Immortal Domain in its prime.

Subsequently, King Ming sought out other Immortal Kings in the foreign land, eager to strategize with them. The higher the beings, the more they felt the weight of oppression and fear. Learning that Gu Changge directly consumed Immortal Kings for sustenance intensified their unwillingness to await their demise passively.

Half a month, neither lengthy nor brief, they were passed in the blink of an eye for the Immortal Kings. After countless years of conflict, the immortal domain and the foreign land plunged into a rare tranquility.

Recently, time felt like a relentless blade, cutting away at each day, attempting to erode the souls of cultivators worldwide. This premonition heightened anxiety and terror, permeating every universe with uneasy emotions.

The impending change loomed on the horizon, with the knowledge that the sky might crumble and hope might be extinguished. Yet, preparations persisted, whether in the immortal or foreign lands. Even the younger generation silently readied themselves.

Within this atmosphere, a shroud of gloom enveloped the hearts of all ethnic groups and cultivators. The Central Immortal Domain, in particular, grew increasingly quiet. As time advanced, nervousness escalated.

Several ancient Immortal Kings, dormant for an extended period, awakened from forbidden places of ancient times or concealed lineages within the hidden world. Their intuition roused them from a deep slumber, sensing a colossal and fearsome supreme being slowly opening its eyes, poised to pay attention to the heavens.

Discovering the resurgence of the taboo existence that had once annihilated the world shocked them even more. Such a character, especially in the current world, seemed beyond resistance. Not even during the zenith of the Immortal Realm could anyone contend; the original Immortal Domain fell to their might.

“Do the ancient heroic spirits, the immortal war gods, plan to return? Just like before, to save the world and avert this impending catastrophe,” sighed the ancient existences of all races.

Anxious and uneasy, their hearts yearned for the return of those powerful entities who had vanished from the immortal domain over an extended period.

With time running out, discussions among the ancient beings ensued.

It will be half a month in three days. We must devise countermeasures, or our fate will mirror the Buddha Kingdom’s. The destruction of the Buddha Kingdom is merely a demonstration to intimidate us, like killing chickens to scare monkeys.

In the universe of the Wang family, a pure land enveloped in immortal mist, the two surviving immortal kings convened to strategize. Holding the most profound heritage in the Central Immortal Domain, the Wang family boasted an ancient lineage that had endured across the ages.

Despite having two peak-level Immortal Kings, they acknowledged the uncertainty.

My royal family must send an immortal king, but even that may not ensure safety. Preserve the background and inheritance, urge the younger generations to depart, and seek refuge in a remote small world. In the event of a major conflict, the flame of my Wang family will persist, avoiding true extinction.

The consensus was reached to allow some clan members, including the younger generation, to depart with their heritage—the hope for the future of the Wang family.

After millions of years of cultivation, these talented individuals might ascend to become immortal kings and restore the family’s glory.

Both Immortal Kings decided to leave permanently, deeming that even if one remained in the family, it would bring about no change. On the contrary, it might provoke the taboo existence.

Soon, the entire clan received the orders of the two Wang family ancestors, and a somber atmosphere enveloped the faces of the members.

A profound sense of sorrow permeated the Wang family. Who could have anticipated that the immortal king of a lineage that had endured countless epochs would one-day face collapse and the threat of extinction?

This calamity extended beyond the family; it was a crisis that the entire era and immortal domain would confront. In the vast expanse of time, such changes might seem as inconsequential as dust, but in this era, they loomed like a mountain, capable of crushing everyone.

Even Wang Wushang, known for his deep contemplation, remained silent, his fists clenched beneath his sleeves. The rapid and unexpected nature of these events caught him off guard. He hadn’t yet assumed leadership of the Wang family and rose to prominence.

Now, he grappled with the challenge of survival in this dire situation. Immortals within the Wang family sought ways to preserve their lineage. However, Wang Wushang, still a part of the younger generation, had not attained true immortality, let alone the elusive status of an immortal king. He felt a profound sense of powerlessness in the face of these circumstances.

The rest of the Wang family’s younger generation shared Wang Wushang’s sentiments, harboring compassion and unwillingness in their hearts.

“I’m going to have a banquet with my two ancestors,” declared Wang Ziji, contrary to the prevailing atmosphere, displaying an unusual calmness.

She didn’t wish to hide; the prospect of a secluded life troubled her. In the face of an impending catastrophe, she preferred to face it head-on rather than conceal herself like a mouse.

Wang Ziji’s decision left many members of the Wang family stunned and puzzled. As a seedling personally nurtured by an immortal king ancestor, she held a promising future, destined to become an immortal king. Despite this bright outlook, she chose to face death alongside the two immortal king ancestors.

Wang Wushang, though perplexed, chose not to voice his concerns. Persuading Wang Ziji was impossible at this juncture, and she likely wouldn’t heed his words.

Subsequently, several true immortals opted to join the two immortal king ancestors at the Moon King Palace, fully aware that it might be a banquet leading to dire consequences. They chose to live and die alongside their ancestors.

“Ziji, why are you doing this?”

One of the true immortals, aware of Wang Ziji’s choice of the immortal king ancestor, expressed softness in his eyes but shook his head, conveying a sense of helplessness.

She appeared as a benevolent older woman, her hair silver like snow. Unlike other immortal kings, she lacked an unrivaled aura and exuded a gentle demeanor. Wang Ziji, without offering any explanations, smiled.

In truth, her life resembled that of a caged canary. Although brought to the Wang family in the immortal domain, she didn’t enjoy the same freedom as she did in the upper realm. Back then, she could do as she pleased, free from any constraints.

However, within the immortal domain, even venturing outside brought the watchful eyes of the Wang family’s maids, subjecting her to various restrictions. Moreover, the Wang family intended to use her as a pawn in marriage, linking her to King Luo’s Mansion.

In recent days, she delved into the Wang family’s ancient books, particularly seeking information about the Forbidden Era. Despite the associated taboos and significant risks, her curiosity surpassed any concerns.

While in the Upper Realm, she only knew fragments from the records in the Human Ancestor Hall’s classics, which needed to be more detailed. Now, within the immortal domain, she sought more precise records.

Although the classics described the taboo existence as the source of heavenly disasters, the chief instigator of dark eras, heinous, hideous, with three heads and six arms, feeding on immortals, and the lord of all demons.

Wang Ziji found these accounts reminiscent of the unofficial histories from her previous life. They were written by later generations based on conjectures and guesses, lacking substantial evidence.

If the records were accurate, how did those who had witnessed the true face of the taboo existence manage to document these unofficial histories?

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