I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 1397

Chapter 1397: The two of us will meet again, there are always ants who want to peel into the glory of G.o.ds

Gu Changge found it a bit puzzling that Elder Zhuowu of the Zhuo Clan was planning to take on disciples. However, after some thought, he realized this matter was far more intriguing than he initially expected. Many interesting events were bound to unfold at Elder Zhuowu’s apprentice acceptance ceremony.

“Someone from the Hun Clan seems to be spying in this area. Go and teach them a lesson,” Gu Changge ordered after Ling Huang left with Mo Tong.

He briefly glanced in a particular direction of Gufeng Ancient City before summoning the Bone Ancestor.

He had no interest in handling such tasks personally, knowing that the Bone Ancestor’s strength was more than enough to settle the matter.

The Hun Clan powerhouses had come to the Zhuo Clan because they sensed something was amiss and wanted to discuss it with Zhuo Fengxie. With internal discord brewing within the Zhuo Clan, Zhuo Fengxie now had no choice but to pin his hopes on the Hun Clan.

He had simply underestimated Gu Changge’s strength. Though Zhuo Fengxie and others stood at the pinnacle of the immortal civilization, they couldn’t even spy on Gu Changge, let alone go unnoticed by him.

“Understood, my lord,” the Bone Ancestor responded.

“These insignificant insects always try to spy on the G.o.ds’ brilliance, yet they have no idea what they’re up against.”

The Bone Ancestor’s figure materialized from the void, his withered face briefly showing a ruthless glint. After answering respectfully, he dissolved into a puff of gray smoke and vanished.

Once the Bone Ancestor had departed, Gu Changge’s expression turned unreadable as he made his move. The invitation letter from Elder Zhuowu appeared in his palm, detailing his plans to accept disciples. The letter also revealed that, during the upcoming ceremony in the main hall, Elder Zhuowu intended to make his apprentice, Zhuoyan, a renowned name throughout the world.

Zhou Rou… Mu Rou…

Gu Changge softly murmured the two names before suddenly chuckling, “I said, we two would meet.”

At that same moment, deep within the Zhuo Clan’s territory, in the secluded land where Zhuo Fengxie usually cultivated, something was stirring. On a towering and ancient mountain, two figures stood tall.

One of them appeared old and withered, but his aura was overwhelmingly terrifying. With his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes opened and closed, radiating an aura that seemed capable of swallowing the world and suppressing all paths.

In stark contrast, the other figure appeared ordinary and tranquil. Yet, in his palm, the laws and order of the Dao flowed and intertwined, as if he wielded the ultimate principles and infinite power of heaven and earth.

These two were Zhuo Fengxie and Hun Yuan Jun, the most prominent figures of the Zhuo and Hun clans, respectively. Though they had been sworn enemies for countless years, their mutual respect was such that they could almost be considered closer than confidants.

This time, Hun Yuan Jun had come with the Hun Clan for a visit. While the rest of the Hun clansmen were being received by the elders of the Zhuo Clan, Hun Yuan Jun had come alone to meet Zhuo Fengxie in private.

Even within the two clans, few knew what was unfolding at that very moment between these two legendary figures.

“What do you make of this?”

Hun Yuan Jun asked, his voice carrying the weight of his forceful personality. As he spoke, vast and terrifying visions evolved around him—the moon disappeared, stars fell, worlds were born and destroyed, all intertwined within his presence.

Zhuo Fengxie shook his head solemnly at the question.

“It’s precisely because I can’t see clearly that I’m hesitant. I don’t know how to handle it. But from what I can sense, it feels as though this visitor harbors no good intentions.”

“Zhuoyou and the others—he holds their very lives in his hands now. If this individual had merely come to this world for a solitary journey, why choose such a path?” Zhuo Fengxie paused, his concern deepening.

“Moreover, I fear that this person’s plan is far larger than we can comprehend, perhaps not limited to just the immortal civilization. A dark premonition warns me that the road ahead is fraught with danger. One wrong step, and everything could shatter into pieces.”

He voiced the gravest of his concerns, revealing what weighed heaviest on his mind.

In the immortal civilization, those who reached their level could often glimpse the past, peer into the future, sense looming disasters, and evade crises before they struck. Zhuo Fengxie, deeply versed in the workings of immortal civilization and skilled in divination and deduction, had long honed this ability.

His words left Hun Yuan Jun visibly surprised, raising his eyebrows in response to the unexpected gravity of the situation.

The situation is as serious as you say, but when I carefully deduced it, I couldn’t detect anything unusual. However, the origin of that person is indeed incredibly mysterious and doesn’t seem to belong to the Xi Yuan civilization. It’s possible they come from another super civilization.

Hun Yuan Jun mused.

As far as I know, the compet.i.tion between certain super civilizations for the real world and its resources is absolutely terrifying. If this truly involves a conflict between two such civilizations, then the immortal civilization could indeed be shattered to pieces.

Hun Yuan Jun, well acquainted with Zhuo Fengxie’s methods, didn’t dismiss his concerns as mere exaggeration. His own expression grew heavy with worry, brows furrowed in deep thought.

Though the various races within the immortal civilization often engaged in skirmishes, they exercised restraint, avoiding full-scale war. If a powerful external force were to intervene now, it would undoubtedly shatter this delicate balance and bring disaster to the entire civilization.

At that moment, a troubling suspicion began to take root in Hun Yuan Jun’s mind—Gu Changge might be from a supreme civilization. Under the guise of traveling, he could be here to a.s.sess the immortal civilization’s strength and plan to covet the super civilization that it was tied to.

“If this is the case, should we report this to the Xi Yuan Civilization and begin preparations in advance?” Zhuo Fengxie asked, frowning as he weighed the pros and cons.

The immortal civilization was attached to Xi Yuan Civilization, but it could just as easily align with another supreme civilization. The relations.h.i.+p between them was one of dependency, with no real sense of loyalty involved.

“However,” he continued cautiously, “before we act, we need to verify our suspicions. If we’re wrong, not only could Xi Yuan Civilization hold us accountable, but we may also end up completely offending this individual.”

Hun Yuan Jun nodded in agreement. Although his personality was forceful, he was far from foolish. He understood that the two races now stood at a pivotal moment—a turning point that could lead them down two completely different paths. This decision would shape their future, but they needed clarity before taking any irreversible steps.

As Hun Yuan Jun spoke and contemplated, he didn’t cease his efforts at deduction. The intensity in his eyes grew, radiating brilliant light. An overwhelming aura spread across the land, causing countless stars to tremble and the fabric of the universe to seem as if it might tear apart.

Seeing Hun Yuan Jun so unrestrained in his actions, Zhuo Fengxie’s frown deepened, unease gnawing at him. “Hun Yuan Jun, you should be more cautious,” Zhuo Fengxie advised.

“Your mental strength may be unparalleled, and you even defeated the original Dharma Ancestor, but that man in white, surnamed Gu, is of unfathomable strength. If you try to spy on him like this, you might suffer retaliation.”

In the past, Zhuo Fengxie wouldn’t have offered such a warning. He knew Hun Yuan Jun’s reputation as a force unmatched. His brilliance had illuminated the world, surpa.s.sing countless eras and leaving both ancient and present beings in awe, unable to raise their heads in his presence.

This ancestor of the Hun Clan had once devised a peerless method for spiritual cultivation, renowned as the most powerful training technique in the immortal civilization. It allowed the pract.i.tioners to nurture and transform their spirits, embedding their essence into any material. Hun Yuan Jun had even pioneered the art of creating spiritual fetal membranes, enabling a single ray of spiritual energy to be infused into the universe and ancient realms, giving rise to countless bodies.

In terms of mastery over spiritual power, if Hun Yuan Jun were called the second in the immortal civilization, no one would dare claim to be the first. But now, the circ.u.mstances had changed, and Zhuo Fengxie feared that such a move could result in a significant setback for him.

“It doesn’t matter,” Hun Yuan Jun responded confidently.

“I recently realized a new method during my seclusion. It allows me to extend my boundless spiritual power to touch the river of fate itself, using the power of destiny to spy on an individual. Even if their strength surpa.s.ses mine, they won’t be able to detect it.”

A hint of arrogance crossed his face as he spoke, his tone full of self-a.s.surance. He said this not just to explain, but also as a subtle provocation directed at Zhuo Fengxie, his long-standing rival.

As expected, upon hearing these words, Zhuo Fengxie’s expression s.h.i.+fted slightly, clearly unsettled by the bold claim.

“Dang!!!”

Barely moments after Hun Yuan Jun spoke, a thunderous explosion resounded from the distant horizon, as if the heavens had shattered. The shockwave rippled across the world, causing countless cultivators and creatures to tremble in fear, their souls shaken and their bodies quaking.

In the Zhuo Clan’s territory, the clansmen’s faces turned pale with horror as they looked up, startled by the sudden upheaval. A vast sea of black mist surged, blotting out the sun like an endless dark cloud that enveloped the sky. The stars and moon dimmed, plunging the world into a deathly gloom.

Amidst the oppressive darkness stood the hunched figure of an old man in a black robe, facing the direction of the Zhuo Clan. Though his face remained obscured, the sheer coldness and terrifying aura he emitted made hearts tremble with unease.

The black mist that surrounded him was boundless, billowing with the malevolent energy of countless destroyed universes. It s.h.i.+fted and churned, obscuring everything in its path. His gaze was locked on a specific place deep within the Zhuo Clan, his presence so overwhelming that it seemed to blot out the heavens themselves.

Countless cultivators and creatures looked on in stunned disbelief, completely unaware of the monumental events unfolding before them.

In various vast regions, many powerful figures rushed out in alarm, yet they were gripped with fear, too terrified to approach the scene.

“What in the world is happening?”

“Isn’t that black-robed figure the same old servant who followed the mysterious man in white when he appeared in Gufeng Ancient City?”

“This power is terrifying beyond belief! It’s shaking the entire Zhuo Clan’s territory. Even the Heavenly Elders wouldn’t dare breathe in the presence of such an existence.”

Countless eyes gazed in shock as the black mist engulfed the skies, with many strong figures from various ethnic groups utterly stunned. The chilling aura that emanated from the black-robed figure was enough to annihilate any force with ease, striking fear deep into their hearts.

Even though this overwhelming power wasn’t directed at them, it was so suffocating that it left them trembling, as if they were on the verge of collapsing to their knees.

In Gufeng Ancient City, countless eyes watched as well. No matter how powerful the cultivators or creatures were, they all shared the same horrified sensation, as though an impending catastrophe loomed over them.

In a more distant location, within areas shrouded in darkness, a sound suddenly pierced the silence as a pair of dark golden, terrifying eyes opened, gazing intently from afar. Zhuo Fengxie and Hun Yuan Jun both sensed that something was amiss deep within the Zhuo Clan’s territory.

“This is bad.”

“I warned you to stop, but you wouldn’t listen. Now we’ve been detected.”

Zhuo Fengxie’s face paled as he turned to scold Hun Yuan Jun, who had been so confident just moments ago.

“How can this be?” Hun Yuan Jun’s expression soured as disbelief washed over him. The other party had sensed his probing instantaneously?

Amid the countless horrified and trembling onlookers, the Bone Ancestor, enveloped in black mist, looked toward Zhuo Fengxie’s territory with a sneer.

There are always those who disregard life and death, attempting to spy on existences that should not be meddled with.

Though the young master is kind, it does not mean you can offend him at will.

Boom!!!

The black mist roiled, shaking the sky as cold, hostile eyes filled with fury bore down on the scene. A monstrous hand emerged from that direction, sweeping across the heavens and effortlessly pulling down countless stars, which hung between its fingers like mere specks of dust. The sheer size of the hand was unimaginable, its shadow blotting out the light.

Zhuo Fengxie stumbled back, while Hun Yuan Jun felt a s.h.i.+ver run down his spine, realizing that the attention was fixed on him rather than on Zhuo Fengxie beside him.

This incident was an accident, fellow Daoist. I hope to appease your anger.

Hun Yuan Jun’s face turned grim as he ascended into the sky. With a single step, a tempest of mental power surged around him, evolving into the forms of a real dragon, an immortal phoenix, a white tiger, and other divine beasts, which compressed the atmosphere and astonished the world.

His actions drew the astonishment and shock of all present. Many members of the Hun Clan who had accompanied Hun Yuan Jun to the Zhuo Clan were equally bewildered by the sudden turn of events. But as they witnessed their ancestor’s emergence, they quickly grasped the gravity of the situation.

“This…”

Many elders and members of the Zhuo Clan were deeply shocked and found themselves in a dilemma. Initially, they believed that Gu Changge’s dissatisfaction stemmed from poor hospitality. They never imagined it was connected to the first ancestor of the Hun Clan.

Given that context, it was no wonder such chaos ensued. However, this incident was unfolding within the territory of the Zhuo Clan. The Hun Clan was visiting as guests, and Gu Changge had previously been received personally by Zhuo Fengxie, treated as a distinguished guest by the Zhuo people.

Thus, the Zhuo Clan had no involvement in this matter.

Moreover, if any intervention were to take place, it would have to come from someone like Zhuo Fengxie, as the other elders had no authority to act.

It’s the ancestor of the Hun Clan, as renowned as Zhuo Fengxie—Hun Yuan Jun.

I heard he recovered after emerging from seclusion some time ago, but I didn’t expect him to appear in the Zhuo Clan’s territory now and stir up such trouble.

Many ancient beings familiar with Hun Yuan Jun were astonished, struggling to comprehend the situation.

“Hun Yuan Jun and Zhuo Fengxie are the heads of their respective clans, the ones most likely to enter that realm.”

“Yet, even someone like Hun Yuan Jun, an invincible figure who has never faced defeat, may find himself in difficult circ.u.mstances.”

Some whispered with a hint of glee, clearly relis.h.i.+ng the unfolding drama. Meanwhile, many young and middle-aged cultivators, unfamiliar with Hun Yuan Jun, leaned in as others began to explain his significance.