I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 952: The Immortal Domain, evaporated from this world

These enigmatic figures conversed in an ancient secret tongue, their eyes aglow with illumination.

Suppressed anticipation and excitement flickered in their gazes, as if they had long hungered and now beheld a lush land teeming with life.

Upon this ancient warship, the interplay of order’s light intertwined with the enigmatic, ancient runes etched in select spots.

The dense chaos-filled air surged, cascading like dense mist, coursing through the vast sea, unwavering from its initial trajectory.

Yet, within the hull of the ancient warship, a divergent scene unfolded.

Certain materials appeared translucent, crafted from entirely different substances, with transparent screens projected into the void.

The figure seated at the hull’s core seemed to exude a luminous silver fluid across its entirety.

Its face was pure white, featuring only eyes, devoid of any traditional facial features.

Segments of its form emitted faint glimmers, akin to some form of celestial life.

Other figures emanated remarkable authority.

Some were enveloped by thunder, flames, stars, and other tangible elements, not bound by the laws of order.

Evidently, they were the commanders of this ancient vessel.

The armored figures outside, concealing their visages, served as their attendants.

Across the expansive cosmos, countless civilizations and legacies flourished.

Some endured through endless ages, perpetually thriving without falter or demise.

While others, akin to fleeting meteors, briefly illuminated the profound night sky, their existence fleeting, leaving behind no trace.

Among the most illustrious and potent civilizations throughout the vast expanse, one stood preeminent—the Immortal Civilization.

Though there had been ancient and formidable civilizations in the annals of history, none could rival the Immortal Civilization.

However, its existence was fleeting, its flame of civilization destined to wane, unable to endure perpetually like the immortal civilization.

This ancient warship hailed from a distant realm, one that didn’t birth the immortal civilization from its inception.

Instead, through the evolution of life, it gradually delved into the mysteries and potential of life.

Thus emerged a higher echelon of power, dubbed the power of the mind.

In contrast to the immortal civilization, this society explored the realms of the mind, soul, and spirit.

In a certain aspect, it achieved a quasi-immortal state, imbuing the mind into various substances, coexisting with them.

Yet, this power had its limitations, reliant on external objects and unable to achieve true immortality.

Subsequently, they clashed with lesser immortal civilizations, amalgamating some of their powers, eventually deeming themselves immortal civilizations.

In essence, they were an offshoot of the true immortal civilization, belonging to its lineage.

The realm they inhabited was always known as the Immortal Real World, though it might not have claimed the foremost position in the vast cosmos, it was certainly renowned, birthing many beings of the Dao realm level.

“The birth of this new realm, devoid of true spirit protection, signifies abundant resources and vast territories, promising boundless wealth for us.”

“Perhaps remnants of the immortal flame still linger. If successfully seized, it could propel me to higher realms.”

A humanoid figure, noticeably slender, its eyes gleaming with a subtle light, gazed at the image projected in the void, muttering cryptic words to itself.

“If Mr. Zhuoyou can seize control of this nascent realm, he may undergo the fourth spiritual transformation, embedding his soul into the primal substance, and manifesting the fourth persona.”

“In doing so, we can rival the ancient cultivation of the Four Tribulations of the Void Dao Realm of the Immortal Dao Civilization. With that, we’ll be better prepared to confront the ancient realms.”

The other figures surrounding him mirrored his excitement, nodding in agreement at his words.

They held profound admiration for a female figure named Zhuoyou.

Despite their immortal civilization amalgamating the crystallized legacies of numerous immortal civilizations, they acknowledged their standing was notably distinct from the true immortal civilization.

In the authentic immortal civilization, survivors of the fourth calamity of Heaven’s Decay among ancient cultivators of the Void Dao Realm were exceedingly rare.

Across countless epochs, only a handful of such individuals emerged.

Much like the newborns in the real world struggling to find cultivators treading the path of detachment, the journey was laden with hardships.

Furthermore, it demanded a significant element of luck, beyond the mere accumulation of talent.

In contrast, within their immortal civilization, diverse methods existed to crystallize the essence of the soul, perpetuating it through successive generations, achieving a semblance of immortality.

When the spiritual power of forebears waned, they condensed original crystallizations for the ensuing generations.

By investing one’s spiritual power into the core of the soul’s origin, individuals could fully embrace the legacy bestowed by their ancestors.

This lineage extended seamlessly from father to son, son to grandson, and beyond.

Thus, while the immortal civilization emerged relatively late, it wielded a formidable power that couldn’t be disregarded.

The figure named Zhuoyou before them derived support from an extensive and ancient lineage.

They meticulously analyzed the Immortal Dao civilization, condensing both original and legal matters, entrusting their spiritual power to these primal materials for a true transformation.

They traversed diverse realms, consolidating residual substances on battle-scarred fields across countless real worlds that had weathered innumerable calamities, effecting higher-level transformations.

In certain immortal civilizations and real worlds, immortal fire seeds could be found.

Within those immortal fires lay almost tangible remnants, termed by them as the “original material,” signifying the primordial substance of all things. The origin of all things held an unparalleled mystique, capable of shaping the entire world—where the heavens and the earth mingled in turbidity and clarity, and the universe embraced a dark yellow hue, immersed in chaotic cycles of reincarnation.

Even now, the immortal civilization grappled with the enigma of the original material’s origins. Their understanding was limited to its likely occurrence in certain real worlds that birthed the immortal civilization.

The ancient warship resonated like a colossal mountain range, traversing the vast expanse towards the real world of mountains and seas.

Simultaneously, in another direction, a weathered ancient warship surged forward. The materials comprising this vessel appeared more weathered and dilapidated.

A figure atop it, towering and human-like, bore an ancient pattern between the brows.

These were the “hunters” from the spiritual real world.

The formidable entity known as Bone Ancestor sat cross-legged on the boat’s hull, seemingly in quiet repose.

A vast mist swept in from all directions, billowing like a wave.

“It’s almost there, nearly within reach. We can bring our homeland down…”

“I can already sense the aura of new life.”

Creatures from the spiritual real world detected the nearing aura of the real world of mountains and seas, their voices tinged with excitement.

It appeared they had lain dormant for countless years, anticipating this very moment.

Dark waves relentlessly surged, causing the boundary dikes of the vast battlefield to quiver.

The entire sky’s edge blurred, with foam-like substances continually accumulating—a force that set the very foundation to tremble.

“The frequency of the Dark Wave is increasing…”

“I just don’t know how much longer we can endure.”

King Luo and other immortal kings guarding the vast battlefield’s edge wore solemn expressions.

Their forms stood within the war bunker, witnessing successive waves of terror approaching from the opposite end—overwhelming and boundless, shaking the very foundations of the world.

They dared not contemplate the consequences should the immortal domain face such an onslaught without the buffer and resistance of the boundary embankment.

It would likely collapse and crumble instantaneously, scattering into dust across the skies.

“Is there no word from the Moon King? She’s always been in contact with the lord. Why has she suddenly vanished from the world all these years?”

The hearts of all the Immortal Kings weighed heavily. The atmosphere of impending catastrophe pressed down like a mountain, causing palpitations and despondency.

They attempted to reach Gu Changge and relay these developments.

Yet, to their astonishment, Gu Changge seemed to have vanished from the world as if evaporated.

Even among the immortal kings within the Immortal Domain, Moon King, who shared a close bond with Gu Changge, remained clueless about her whereabouts.

This led to unsettling speculations—had Gu Changge departed the immortal domain, forsaking this world like some ancestors of the imperial clan in distant lands before?

During this time, they also observed that those close to Gu Changge had begun to vanish.

Whether in the divine kingdom of the upper realm or the heavenly court of the immortal domain, an eerie tranquility pervaded, devoid of the usual bustling activity.

“We must prepare ourselves. I’ve received word that some tribes are contemplating relocation.”

A seasoned immortal king spoke with a solemn tone, harboring little optimism about the future.

Especially with Gu Changge, the sole pillar, gone missing at such a critical juncture.

This sparked panic, worry, and unease among them.

Furthermore, reports emerged of ancient entities resurging, seizing control of various regions, and attempting to open portals to the outer domains for mass migration with their kin.

Indeed, Gu Changge was revered as the backbone, owing to her formidable and inscrutable power. There was a hopeful anticipation that she could potentially withstand the impending catastrophe. Yet, Gu Changge’s demeanor suggested a detachment from worldly concerns.

Despite this, the Immortal Kings had no alternative but to place their hopes on Gu Changge.

As the weight on their hearts increased, two figures suddenly materialized, slowly approaching the boundary embankment—an elderly man in white and a young woman.

“Yes… it was the senior who passed through the boundary embankment at that time…”

King Luo’s expression froze upon witnessing this scene, promptly vanishing from the war bunker to greet them. The other immortal kings followed suit.

Besides Gu Changge, this white-clad old man was the second individual they had encountered capable of guiding others across the boundary embankment. His cultivation level appeared to be at least quasi-immortal emperor, if not higher, demanding their respect.