I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1693. The Goddess Xiao Ruo Yin, merely does not like me

The Fate Temple is located on the eastern side of the Divine Kingdom, close to the vast star sea.

In this region, large islands float in the air, surrounded by mist, making the area blurry and hazy. The entire region is bathed in a cold tone, lacking the warmth of sunlight. In the center of this area, a vast temple known as the Sacrificial Temple stands. It is grand and solemn, exuding an ancient and majestic aura. Though the temple is long and continuous, with buildings standing side by side, there are no signs of life. It is so quiet that one can almost hear the cold wind sweeping through the empty halls.

Compared to other regions, this place resembles the rumored Celestial Palace, forever cold, without sunshine, leaving one to wonder whether there is still life here.

“My Lady, the Divine Kingdom has been busier than usual these days.”

Inside the Sacrificial Temple, a young woman dressed in a red priestess robe, with her long black hair tied up with a crimson ribbon, wearing wooden sandals and holding a green lamp, lit the candles that were about to go out. While doing so, she glanced at the vast star sea in the distance and spoke softly.

A stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in a moon-white ceremonial robe, sat cross-legged inside the temple. Her hair, dark as a waterfall, cascaded down, and her expression was calm and emotionless, exuding an aura that made her appear otherworldly, like a celestial being from the Grand Cold Palace in the heavens.

She was the master of this place and the current Fate Priestess of the Divine Kingdom, Xiao Ruo Yin, revered by many as “Lady Ruo Yin.”

The young woman in the red robe was Wu Qi, the next chosen successor of the Sacrificial Temple, whom Xiao Ruo Yin had selected over the years. She was also a woman with a fate-nullified body, just like Xiao Ruo Yin. She had a strong affinity for the path of fate, sensing and understanding the trends and trajectories of fate with remarkable insight.

One day, she suddenly sensed a strange force of fate descending upon the Dao Chang True Realm, and left the Sacrificial Temple to find Wu Qi in a barbaric tribe.

With the same fate-nullified physique, Wu Qi was naturally drawn to the path of fate. If she cultivated the way of fate diligently, she was destined to become the next Fate Priestess of the Divine Kingdom.

“Since His Majesty has returned, the Divine Kingdom is naturally livelier than usual,” Wu Qi said with some longing.

Upon hearing her words, Xiao Ruo Yin was momentarily stunned before speaking indifferently.

Her pure, flawless face seemed to forever remain unmoved by emotions.

Xiao Ruo Yin naturally knew that Gu Changge had returned to the Dao Chang True Realm. As the Fate Priestess, she could vaguely predict the future trends of fate in the realm, and Gu Changge’s return could not be hidden from her.

“I had heard of His Majesty’s fame even when I was in the tribe. I wonder if I will ever have the chance to see his true form…” Wu Qi said with some yearning.

Xiao Ruo Yin glanced at her but did not speak.

Wu Qi was not her disciple, nor was she her servant. Though both of them shared the same fate-nullified physique, their paths were completely different. Xiao Ruo Yin kept Wu Qi by her side simply because she did not want to waste such a rare talent.

After all, having a fate-nullified physique was a rarity in the Dao Chang True Realm. To have two people with such a physique appear simultaneously was a miraculous occurrence, nearly a miracle in itself. If it were anyone else with a fate-nullified physique, they might immediately try to eliminate Wu Qi after sensing her existence, not allowing a second person with such a physique to exist.

“Lady, aren’t you going to meet His Majesty?” Wu Qi asked curiously, seeing the indifferent expression on Xiao Ruo Yin’s face as she continued lighting the candles.

She had been by Xiao Ruo Yin’s side for quite some time, and the Sacrificial Temple was desolate and empty, with no one else around. It was the same with the surrounding star domains and temples; there were no signs of life anywhere.

It was a lonely, quiet place filled with cold tones, and when she first arrived, Wu Qi thought it was the cold palace of the Divine Kingdom.

The solitude of the place had slowly shaped her personality over the years. At first, she nearly went mad because of the environment.She was born in a barbaric tribe, where all the tribe members had straightforward and cheerful personalities.

She was even more so, which shows that being by Xiao Ruo Yin’s side was a torment for her.

As the master of the Sacrificial Temple, Xiao Ruo Yin rarely spoke. Every time she meditated on fate, it took hundreds of years, and she remained cold and aloof, ignoring everything outside. If it were anyone else, they would probably have gone mad long ago, but she remained calm and unaffected.

When Wu Qi first came to the Divine Kingdom with Xiao Ruo Yin, she thought she would rise to prominence and walk a path that no one could match.

But who would have thought that the Lady Ruo Yin, who took her from the tribe, would be so indifferent to worldly matters? Anyone who didn’t know would think she was sent to a cold palace and neglected.

Of course, Wu Qi knew this was impossible.

Lady Ruo Yin’s beauty was unmatched, enough to bring disaster to nations, something even Wu Qi, a woman, deeply admired.

How could she not be treated well?

“I’m not going. I have no need to add to His Majesty’s embarrassment and troubles. He must be busy these days,” Xiao Ruo Yin replied gently, her face cold and serene.

She was no longer the pure Fate Priestess of the past, nor was she the same Xiao Ruo Yin she would become later.

Now, many things were clear to her. In the past, she and Gu Changge had used each other, and there was no real affection between them.

Before she awakened the memories of the Fate Priestess, her feelings for Gu Changge could only be described as admiration for his strength and respect, mixed with a sense of compromise and fear as she had to rely on him for survival.

“I thought the Lady had been looking over there these past few days… I thought maybe…” Wu Qi said, slightly stunned.

Although Xiao Ruo Yin spoke indifferently, Wu Qi could still sense a hint of… helplessness and self-comfort in her words. She had always thought that the Sacrificial Temple’s desolation was mainly because of Xiao Ruo Yin’s personality—she disliked noise and commotion.

But these days, Xiao Ruo Yin would often glance in the direction of the Divine Kingdom’s center, and Wu Qi had thought that she was waiting for His Majesty’s arrival.

Now, it seemed that His Majesty probably wouldn’t come, and Xiao Ruo Yin occasionally looked in that direction, perhaps still holding on to some hope.

Could it be that Lady Ruo Yin is not treated well, and that’s why the place is so desolate, without any signs of life?

Wu Qi stared at Xiao Ruo Yin’s beautiful, almost perfect, cold face, finding it hard to believe that any man would disregard such a stunning woman.

Xiao Ruo Yin knew what Wu Qi was thinking but didn’t offer any explanation. She twirled a strand of her jade-like hair around her finger and gazed at the increasingly colder and quieter Fate Temple, giving a faint, almost imperceptible sigh.

“Did the Lady do something to displease His Majesty?” Wu Qi couldn’t help but ask softly.

“No.” Xiao Ruo Yin shook her head. “His Majesty simply does not like me.”

Compared to the other women in the Divine Kingdom who were also titled consorts and princesses, Xiao Ruo Yin knew her position in Gu Changge’s heart was very low, almost close to zero.

Although, in the end, Gu Changge had returned the Celestial Boat to her, that was proof that he wanted to sever ties with her.

Wu Qi stared at Xiao Ruo Yin in a daze, unsure of what to say.

The Fate Temple had been without sunlight for years, but today, it felt colder than ever before.

Unwilling to give up, she looked outside the Fate Temple, where several ancient laurel trees stood in the distance. Under the delicate petals scattered on the ground, the moonlight was still cold, and no figures appeared.

The ancient tribes from the Celestial Ancient Continent had long since moved away from that small world. After Gu Changge left the Yaksha Tribe’s domain, he tried to find the tribes he had once conquered.

But with the passage of time and changes in the world, even the original site of the Dao Tian Immortal Palace no longer existed, and those ancient immortal tribes had long disappeared without a trace.After a slight sensing, Gu Changge found only the Black Sky Eagle Clan, as the other clans from the Celestial Ancient Continent had perished for various reasons.

Currently, the leader of the Black Sky Eagle Clan is the descendant of Hei Ming, the “trash” who had once been subjected to Gu Changge’s Bridal Robe Immortal Art. Now, he had become an ancestor-level figure in the clan, possessing immense strength.

Of course, the Black Sky Eagle Clan was not as deep-rooted as the Yaksha Clan, but it was still quite prosperous and powerful in the Dao Chang True Realm, its scale much larger than before.

The former “Heaven’s Proud Daughter” of the Black Sky Eagle Clan, Hei Yan Yu, who had once followed Gu Changge for a time, was Hei Ming’s older sister. She was now a core figure of the clan, often in seclusion, with profound and immeasurable cultivation.

Afterward, Gu Changge passed through the Eight Wildernesses and Ten Domains, as well as the boundary of the former upper realm, crossing the Boundary Stone Sea. Tianlu City remained unchanged, with little difference from before.

Tianlu Xuan Nu had long stepped into the True Immortal realm many years ago. With the faith offerings from the Eight Wildernesses and Ten Domains, her cultivation had advanced rapidly, achieving the Immortal King Dao fruit in just a few thousand years. Afterward, she had been in seclusion.

Gu Changge’s arrival did not disturb her. Finally, he returned to Qing Shan Village. The sky was slightly overcast, with a light drizzle. A woman in snow-white robes was waiting for him in the courtyard, holding an umbrella, seemingly knowing he would return.