I Am the Fated Villain

361: Sublimated in the Extreme Realm, the Immortal Emperor shot out at Xian’er

The surging mist spread from the island to the world in an instant. Ni Chen sat cross-legged, having already condensed the light of a quasi-immortal Emperor. His brows glowed, and his cheekbones became translucent. Every inch of his flesh and blood emanated an inexplicable Dao rhyme and an aura of immortality, establishing a connection with the world around him.

Beside him, a total of forty-nine ancient bronze lamps flickered to life. The scorching flames danced as if reflecting a specific constant number. The Dao consisted of fifty, the sky of forty-nine, and the mortal realm represented one of them.

At this moment, Ni Chen would become that one mortal, completely obscuring his existence so that no one would be aware of his true intentions. Seizing the Dao Chang Realm could not be accomplished in an instant, requiring patience and strategy.

With the sky drastically changing and even more battles raging outside the boundless battlefield, no one would notice this anomaly. This was the best opportunity for him, leaving no room for error.

In an instant, his soul transformed into billions of wisps of soul mist, enveloping the great universe and the vast world, seeking to occupy the hazy will of this realm.

The true spirit of the Dao Chang Realm.

It still exists; its fall has not been eliminated. Yet, for some reason, its aura has become extremely weak, nearly nonexistent in this world.

During this process, Ni Chen encountered a surprising revelation. The original Dao Chang Realm—previously known as the Mountain and Sea Realm—had always been in a state of separation from the world. The true spirit of this realm was undoubtedly still alive, but it existed uniquely, not confined to the Dao Chang Realm itself.

In other words, the real world before him was not the dead shell he had once believed it to be. The true spirit of the Dao Chang Realm had long existed in an alternative form. The relationship between the two could be understood as that of an instrument and its spirit; now, the spirit could exist independently without needing to be attached to the instrument.

This meant that the true spirit of the Dao Chang Realm had transformed into an independent life form with little connection to the realm itself. However, some residual auras and connections still lingered in this reality.

Seizing control will inevitably disturb the true spirit, but I don’t care about that now. This situation is beyond my expectations. But if anyone tries to stop me, I will kill them—no matter if it’s the true spirit of the Dao Chang Realm, so what?

Ni Chen gritted his teeth, his eyes reflecting a sense of madness. At this critical juncture, he could not afford to make any mistakes. One wrong step could lead to his eternal doom, leaving him no chance of rebirth.

Buzz!!!

The forty-nine ancient bronze lamps beside him emitted a dazzling light to protect his true soul. Ni Chen’s thoughts fully spread into the soul mist as many layout methods were activated, beginning to encroach upon the Dao Chang Realm. Each of these ancient bronze lamps had been forged from the remnants of the former Underworld Realm, and every lamp represented one of his true lives, safeguarding him during this perilous process of seizing control.

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With each ancient bronze lamp that extinguished, it meant he lost one true life. When all forty-nine lamps were completely extinguished, Ni Chen would die, his body and spirit annihilated.

As Ni Chen concentrated on seizing this world, he failed to notice that the primordial root he had nurtured was emitting a faint radiance, appearing in the void. This Hongmeng Myriad Root had grown into a small tree.

Strands of primordial purple aura lingered on the branches, appearing remarkably miraculous and seemingly containing the true meaning of the Dao. Each branch and leaf had transformed into a small crystal mirror, reflecting Ni Chen’s figure. Everything he had learned, felt, and cultivated, including his quasi-immortal emperor Daoism, was visible within these reflections.

Meanwhile, outside the island, many figures had gathered—masters from various races—anxiously urging Ni Chen to leave his secluded state and join them in fighting against foreign enemies. As a Daoist of the Heaven Slaying Alliance, the power surrounding Ni Chen was not to be underestimated.

At the beginning of the war, Ni Chen aimed to win the people’s hearts by bringing many powerhouses to the vast battlefield for support. He even took action himself, nearly killing a quasi-immortal emperor of the same realm. This battle earned Ni Chen considerable fame, but he only made such a move once.

“The Daoist is at a critical moment in retreat, and no one can disturb him. This is an order from the Daoist; everyone please go back,” said several individuals who had already been ordered by Ni Chen, looking at the many figures rushing toward them indifferently. They then acted decisively, driving everyone away.

Outside the island, a hazy layer of seven-color formation rose up, creating a blurry barrier that seemed to hide within endless time and space.

“When do you retreat if not now? This is a refusal to act—let everyone fight desperately while he hides here…”

“He’s still called the Daoist? All the ethnic groups poured resources into helping him grow, but they never thought he would turn out to be a white-eyed wolf.”

Witnessing this scene, the figures who had rushed over were completely stunned, unable to comprehend the outcome. After regaining their composure, many began to curse, their faces filled with anger and shame.

Boom!!!  

But before they could finish their curses, a massive hand emerged from the formation, striking across the air with a resounding thud. Everyone coughed up blood and was sent flying, with many exploding into misty remnants of flesh. ᚱá

“Those who disturb the Daoist’s retreat will be killed without mercy.”

The indifferent voice echoed, carrying a chilling ruthlessness. Ni Chen had anticipated this reaction, so he controlled many individuals as puppet clones, ensuring they would not interrupt him.

Outside the Dao Chang True Realm, chaos reigned. Endless battles erupted, and many great universes along the way were shattered, soaked in blood. The most powerful beings from all races fought desperately, willing to pay the ultimate price, even if it meant turning to ashes.

Still suspended mid-air, many figures exploded and disintegrated, collapsing into shimmering light particles. The number of high-end combat forces was far too small, leaving everyone at a complete disadvantage. Whether it was the Dao Realm existences or the immortal emperor-level combatants, the immortal civilization was suppressing them all.

Despair loomed over the battlefield, but amid this desperation, some individuals transcended their limits, shining like beacons across the heavens and the universe. The brilliant light of a quasi-immortal emperor pierced through everything, drawing the attention of many combatants. Gu Xian’er experienced a breakthrough during the battle, forcibly beheading two opponents already on the cusp of becoming quasi-immortal emperors.

However, the victory came at a cost. She struggled, her dress stained with blood, and she continued to cough up crimson droplets. Meanwhile, in the vastness outside the Dao Chang Realm, an immortal emperor aboard the ancient warship of the immortal civilization took notice of her.

“Born in response to the catastrophe, breaking through in the extreme, but unfortunately, it will also end in splendor,” the immortal emperor observed indifferently.

Though he had not participated in the battle thus far, he now chose to strike, extending his hand to slap at Gu Xian’er from a great distance.

This palm was utterly terrifying, infused with the lingering essence of Dao fragments. It descended like a dark universe collapsing upon itself, stretching far and wide, crushing everything from the ancient to the modern. The river of time boiled, and a massive surge of energy light particles roiled in its wake. Under the immense power of the immortal emperor, even the long river of time risked being completely evaporated.

In the face of such overwhelming might, even an Immortal King would find themselves helpless, likely to perish in an instant without hope of leaping beyond their limits. Gu Xian’er, having braved the danger of death and sublimated in the extreme realm, had just eliminated her two opponents. She was on the verge of recovering from her injuries while simultaneously beginning to grasp the power of the quasi-immortal emperor.

Although Gu Xian’er had not seen the immortal emperor’s attack, she could feel the overwhelming murderous intent descending from above. The heavens seemed to wither, and vitality decayed rapidly, like autumn winds sweeping through fallen leaves. This terrifying scene was the direct result of the Immortal Emperor’s thoughts.

“Xian’er, run away! The opponent’s Immortal Emperor figure has noticed you. Regardless of the difference in strength, he will kill you,” Da Hong shouted in horror, sensing the world-destroying aura looming nearby.

“I can’t escape. The Immortal Emperor’s aura has already locked onto me. Even if I instantaneously flee to another time and space, it would be useless,” Gu Xian’er replied, shaking her head, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

An almost insurmountable threshold exists between the Immortal Emperor and the Quasi-Immortal Emperor. Not to mention, I have just entered the realm of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor. If he wants to kill me, it’s only a matter of one palm.

Despite the dire situation, Gu Xian’er remained composed. She stood firm in the starry sky, her eyes exuding an unprecedented calmness in the face of impending doom.

Da Hong flapped its wings in distress, feeling helpless in the face of the impending disaster.

“It’s over, it’s over… It turned out to be the Immortal Emperor making the move… This is too shameless,” it lamented.

On the rest of the battlefield, many powerhouses from the Dao Chang Realm were equally alarmed, their expressions filled with fear and concern. In this fierce battle, Gu Xian’er had relied solely on her strength to eliminate numerous foreign enemies, earning their deep admiration.

Although strong in their own right, the younger generation of geniuses could not step onto the front lines to confront the Immortal Kings. Many of them depended on Gu Xianer’s assistance, and even while engaged in her fierce fight, she had still found the energy to support them.

An Immortal Emperor was intent on attacking Gu Xian’er, showing no regard for the disparity in strength or face. This infuriated many observers, yet they felt powerless, their hearts heavy with sorrow. The overwhelming difference in power left them no chance to resist.

“You are courting death!”

Hei Ming, engaged in battle with his opponent in another realm, noticed this dire situation. Rage surged within him, causing his spiritual energy to ripple through the entire river of time. A brilliant light broke through the darkness as he unleashed powerful techniques to repel his opponent and rush to Gu Xian’er’s aid.

In his past, before becoming the commander of the Heaven Slaying Army, he had relied on Gu Xian’er’s first life to defeat a group of enemies with a single blow. That moment remained vivid in his memory, even after countless years. No matter the circumstances, he could not allow this esteemed figure to fall here.

The theory of reincarnation was elusive and difficult to grasp; he couldn’t tell if Gu Xian’er would fall this time or if there remained a chance for her rebirth.

“Your opponent is me. How dare you be distracted while fighting me?” The figure from the immortal civilization, comparable to the Dao Realm, sneered. He raised his palm and struck, causing time, space, and the universe to collapse and reorganize. In an instant, they engaged in a battle that felt like billions of clashes, reshaping and collapsing the world countless times.

The earth, water, wind, and fire morphed anew, and chaos unfolded, opening up the world again.

Boom!

Ultimately, the place erupted again, plunging everything into chaos as countless rules intertwined, resembling the primordial land at the dawn of creation. Hei Ming found himself blocked, coughing up blood, unable to escape, let alone assist Gu Xian’er. Anxiety surged within him.

“Xian’er… Run away!”

Across the battlefield, veteran Immortal Kings grappling with their formidable foes also changed expressions, exclaiming alarmingly. A chilling sensation coursed through their bodies, and their souls trembled. The gaze of the Immortal Emperor descended, emanating a world-destroying aura that swept across the heavens, bringing with it the desolation of autumn’s withered leaves.

Simultaneously, that enormous hand descended from a distant point, moving slowly yet covering the entire universe. How vast the universe may be, but before this colossal hand, it seemed painfully small.

All the star fields disintegrated and collapsed as massive stars exploded one after another, transforming the creatures within into flying ash before they could even scream. At that moment, even the long river of time vanished, and the Dao trembled, on the verge of collapse.

Initially, he had merely observed the battle among his peers, ready to intervene if something went awry. However, Gu Xian’er shone too brightly in this conflict, beheading several Immortal Kings at a young age. Among them was a being whose light was on the cusp of condensing into a quasi-Immortal Emperor, having sublimated to the utmost and taken a crucial step forward.

If such a genius were placed within the Immortal Civilization behind them, she would be regarded as one of the most exceptional of all time, destined for accomplishments far beyond the ordinary. Therefore, it was inconceivable for him to allow her to grow stronger. He was deeply invested in obliterating geniuses in their infancy, unhesitating in his resolve to erase all traces of their existence from this world.

“Only those conceived by the blood of peerless geniuses appear delicate and beautiful; eternity has passed, yet only this moment remains.”

The Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Civilization observed the scene from beyond the world, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His tone was calm and breezy, echoing through the heavens and all walks of life.

A chill coursed through everyone present, the astonishing malice in his words unmistakable, revealing his intent to annihilate the geniuses. Many powerhouses in the Dao Chang Realm were filled with rage, their eyes tearing with frustration, but they felt powerless to change the outcome.

“Damn it! It’s infuriating that an Immortal Emperor would disregard all pretense and target a young junior!”

Veteran fighters roared in anger, their blood boiling as they strode forward, filled with an unquenchable fury. They clashed against the enemy with relentless killing intent, fully prepared to disregard their lives.

“Fight with them! We can’t let the blood of the young flow in vain!”

“Attack!”

The battlefields in the Dao Chang Realm erupted with fury and tragedy, blood staining the ground as emotions surged.

“They’re nothing more than ants. Faced with the fear of death, all they can do is scream.”

The powerhouses on the other side, part of the Immortal Civilization, sneered disdainfully, treating their opponents like mice caught in a trap.

“They fail to understand that this desperate roar is the most beautiful melody in the world. Every corner of the sky should resonate with it…”

Laughter erupted among them, wanton and unabashed, their malice and mockery laid bare.

To them, this war was no accident. Even if the Dao Chang Realm fought with desperation, it would only cause them minor inconvenience—it could not halt their relentless advance.