I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1704. The Uncontrollable Black Mist: Emperor of Weiyang, Jiang Yun

The Weiyang Immortal Dynasty can be regarded as one of the most powerful forces in the Cangmang region. It is not a single true realm or civilization, but a kingdom formed by a mixture of various Taoist sects, clans, and civilizations. In the Weiyang Immortal Dynasty, one can see ancient deities from the Divine Tao civilization and ancestral figures from the Immortal Tao civilization. Even more, one can encounter the ultimate beings of other civilizations, those who have attained the pinnacle of transcendence.

In earlier years, much like the Xuandan and Xiyuan civilizations, the various Taoist factions controlled different regions, and various civilizations contended for power. The situation was chaotic and complex. But until the Emperor of Weiyang, Jiang Yun, established the Weiyang Immortal Dynasty and led campaigns to conquer the Three Thousand Immortal Mountains, Eight Hundred Demon Lands, and Thirty-three Hells, he subdued all the Taoist sects, putting an end to the chaos and unifying the lands, leading to the current powerful and stable Weiyang Immortal Dynasty.

Unlike other civilizations where each Taoist faction is independent, the Weiyang Immortal Dynasty is not only united by a shared purpose, but each individual faction within the dynasty possesses power and resources comparable to those of immortal civilizations.

This towering and mighty figure is none other than the current General of Divine Martial Forces of the Weiyang Immortal Dynasty. He has followed Emperor Weiyang in battles across the Three Thousand Immortal Mountains, Eight Hundred Demon Lands, and Thirty-three Hells, where he subdued the various sects and clans, his strength unfathomable. After ordering his subordinates to assist the National Master to rest, he dismissed the ministers who had gathered in the area.

“General, it seems that His Majesty received an ancient scroll from a certain place recently. After that, he entered seclusion and asked the National Master to interpret and explore the changes in the kingdom’s fortune. Do you think His Majesty already anticipated the situation we face today?” A fully armored subordinate behind the General stepped forward and quietly asked in confusion.

“His Majesty’s power is akin to creation, and his mind is beyond our understanding. However, lately, His Majesty’s state has been somewhat strange.” The General’s voice was solemn. “In the past, when he was cultivating, he always left a clone in the Weiyang Palace to keep watch. But recently, when I went to report matters to the Weiyang Palace, it felt like His Majesty was not there, and it seemed even the clone was absent…”

“I worry that His Majesty may have encountered a great crisis during his travels through the deep recesses of time and space and had to take his clone with him.” The General said with a deep sigh, his eyes flashing with restrained divine light before returning to silence.

“With the black mist returning to the world, and the remnants of the black disaster resurfacing, His Majesty has often been traveling through unknown realms of time and space. It’s inevitable that he may have become entangled with some form of karma.” The General expressed his concern.

“I hope my fears are unfounded. After all, the ancient scroll arrived from that place, and with the assistance of that figure behind the scenes, it should not…” The General suddenly realized that he had said too much in front of his subordinates, quickly stopping himself before continuing.

The Weiyang Immortal Dynasty’s ability to end the prolonged era of chaos and achieve true unification is all due to the wise and powerful Emperor of Weiyang, whose brilliance is unmatched in the past, present, and future. If anything were to happen to him, the General dared not imagine the consequences for the Weiyang Immortal Dynasty.

Meanwhile, at the very heart of the kingdom, in a majestic immortal city that never falls, surrounded by stars and cosmic clouds, a middle-aged man of divine martial prowess sat behind a green jade desk. He was dressed in black robes adorned with dragon patterns, his brows furrowed in deep thought. On the desk were countless official documents and jade slips, shrouded in a thick mist that seemed to drift around him.

A layer of immortal obsidian curtains descended, veiling his figure behind a screen, his silhouette becoming blurry and vast.

“The black mist has returned, and the remnants of the black disaster may soon stir. Over the coming years, the Cangmang region may again be shaken. The situation could undergo a cleansing or upheaval. The Weiyang Immortal Dynasty has made it this far, but it is far from enough…” He spoke quietly as he opened an ancient golden scroll before him. The characters were delicate and precise, flowing with an aura of Dao, as though ready to manifest in the void.

He stared at the text, his eyes as deep and boundless as the cosmos, showing no sign of change.”Is this trying to make me take advantage of the situation? Even if it leads to further chaos in the entire Cangmang region, is it still worth it?”

“The Master of Yin Xu, such great ambition,” the middle-aged man said expressionlessly as he flipped through the golden scroll. Suddenly, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In this hall, another figure was present.

This figure was a man with a full beard, his face dark, and his long hair coiled in spiral curls forming a knot. Around his neck was a string of black prayer beads, each bead as large as a fist, with uneven surfaces resembling bone carvings. He was also sitting at a desk, but his desk was filled with various meats, wines, fruits, and vegetables. He was eating heartily, his mouth dripping with grease.

“The days in the Weiyang Palace are quite nice, with food and drink every day. Unlike my previous days in the Shifting Sands Domain, where I never saw a soul. My master told me to guard there; I really don’t understand the point.”

“Yet you, Jiang Yun, always make sure I’m well-fed whenever you come.”

The man with the full beard, while stuffing his mouth with meat, mumbled as he spoke.

If anyone else had heard him, they would be horrified, kneeling in fear. This was Jiang Yun, the true name of the Emperor of Weiyang, and no one dared call him by this name in front of them. For the entire Weiyang Immortal Dynasty, this name held unimaginable significance—just thinking about it could be sensed by the Emperor himself.

But this man didn’t care, mentioning it casually.

“If Brother Xing Sha enjoys it, I’ll send more over. I must also thank you for personally delivering the letter from the Cave Lord,” the middle-aged man said casually, showing no concern for the figure beside him. It was as if he was completely used to it.

He was none other than the current Emperor of Weiyang, Jiang Yun. If one were to overlook his aura, it would be hard to associate him with the terrifying Emperor who had once dominated the heavens and earth, his name reverberating across the world.

The bearded man, Xing Sha, was the third disciple of the Cave Lord of Yin Xu.

“There’s no need for that. If I eat too much wine and meat, it’s easy to make mistakes. If I delay my master’s affairs, I won’t be able to bear the responsibility,” Xing Sha quickly waved his hand, showing a look of fear as he stopped stuffing meat into his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yun’s stern face showed a rare and faint smile.

“I’ve drunk the wine, eaten the meat, and delivered the ancient scroll. Now, Jiang Yun, it’s time for me to leave.”

“Though, I wonder when we will meet again.”

Xing Sha quickly finished the meat in front of him, devouring it like a whirlwind, then drank all the wine on the desk in one go, letting out a satisfied burp before standing up to leave.

Jiang Yun also closed the ancient scroll in front of him, preparing to see him off.

“Jiang Yun, my friend…”

But at that moment, Xing Sha suddenly stopped him with his hand, his earlier ease replaced with a heavy and solemn expression. His eyes, which were much larger than normal, stared at Jiang Yun like copper bells. He seemed to hesitate, the struggle visible for a moment before it quickly turned into resolve.

“I… Recently, I accidentally heard my master mention your daughter. You should not have allowed her to be born in this era.”

“He might send someone soon to ask you to send Weiyang to follow him in cultivation.”

After saying this, Xing Sha didn’t wait for Jiang Yun’s response. He turned into a wisp of black smoke and left the palace directly, as if saying those words had drained him of great energy.The Emperor of Weiyang, Jiang Yun, was stunned for a moment, his hand beneath his sleeve unconsciously clenching into a fist, making a crackling sound.

A flash of undisguised hostility appeared in his eyes.

“Thank you for the reminder, Brother Xing Sha.”

However, as expected of the Emperor of the Weiyang Immortal Dynasty, he quickly regained his composure, his expression returning to normal without any change. He respectfully bowed toward the direction where Xing Sha had left. But just as he bent down to salute, a wisp of black mist suddenly flashed through his eyes, seemingly on the verge of spilling out.

The Emperor’s expression changed, and without a second thought, he waved his hand to seal off the surrounding space-time.

Then, he sat cross-legged, and a vast, overwhelming power surged, forcefully suppressing the chaotic energy within him.

After a long while, the wisp of black mist that had emerged deep in his eyes was slowly suppressed. But upon closer inspection, one could see that the Emperor’s face was significantly darker than usual.

“This is truly a disaster upon disaster. I thought I had escaped and completely driven that wisp of black mist away…”

“I didn’t expect…”

The Emperor opened his eyes, his face showing signs of fatigue, even suppressing the black mist that suddenly surged proved to be incredibly difficult.

At first, it was easy, but as time went on, it became progressively harder, and now it was even starting to feel exhausting.

If anyone else encountered this, who knows what kind of danger they would face? No wonder the entire Cangmang region fell into such a desperate and dark situation.

“Bring forth my command! Have Weiyang return to the Immortal Dynasty and see me.”

After resting and adjusting for a moment, with no sign of abnormality compared to the past, the Emperor of Weiyang finally gave a deep command.

At the far end of Cangmang, an incredibly dense black mist rolled in, as if sweeping across from a distant latitude, pouring out from every shattered crack of the Nightmarish Demon Realm, endlessly and boundlessly.

The entire sky in this region had become a transparent, foamy medium, continuously being assimilated by the black mist. Even the Great Dao rules had become vague and faint, dissolving into the black mist.

This day would be one of terror and fear for all the realms in Cangmang. After countless years, the wisp of black mist that once swept across the heavens and earth had reappeared. And it was now arriving faster than ever before, spreading from an unknown dimension, drifting toward the surrounding star systems and universes, aiming to cover those territories and time-space areas.

Every star domain along the way dimmed and extinguished, as the black mist seemed to carry unimaginable destruction and corruption. Any life form or existence that came into contact with it would suffer corrosion.

At that moment, all the civilizations and realms observing this scene trembled and were filled with fear, never expecting the day would come so quickly. Many tribal forces immediately dispatched their strongest to the source of the black mist, ringing the Dao bells to warn surrounding civilizations and realms to flee quickly, to avoid being contaminated by the black mist.

After countless years of silence, the realms of Cangmang were once again shaken by the arrival of the black mist. Even many of the strongest realms and civilizations could not remain calm and immediately sought ways to respond, while dispatching their strongest to the source of the mist to try to prevent its spread.

In the dark, many beings and cultivators heard an incredible, ancient voice, as if a world-shaking ancient demon was whispering, “The Grand Sacrifice begins…”

At the blurred edge of the black mist, the heavens and earth seemed shattered, but ancient dark palaces stood tall, one after another. They couldn’t be counted, and they suddenly descended from the void, eerie and terrifying.

At the same time, numerous portals were opened, and beings fused with the black mist surged out in waves, overwhelming the surrounding universes and worlds, attacking the nearest civilizations.

Behind those portals, more wisps of black mist swirled, as if there was an endless expanse of black land, with blood-red altars rising one after another. This scene was so horrifying that any force that observed it would tremble in fear.

“This divine kingdom, which I have painstakingly nurtured, cannot be tainted by darkness!”

In the vast Cangmang, as space-time fluctuated, ancient warships from broken domains descended. The divine beings aboard these ships were tall and sacred, surrounded by hundreds of divine rings, standing atop the ancient warships.This deity was incredibly ancient and mysterious, as though it had crossed over from the other side. Divine light enveloped it, and its divine body reached heights of millions of miles.

On this ancient warship, countless apostles of the divine kingdom stood, all of them its most devout followers.

Not far behind this deity, a vast divine sound echoed, with nebulae like pebbles swirling in layers, relying on the Cangmang, forming a flourishing divine kingdom that was attached to many small worlds.

Its people, in the midst of this, were chanting prayers, gathering divine power from their faith. However, with the tide of black mist advancing, it submerged all matter, and the divine kingdom here would also be impacted, swallowed up by the mist.

The deity did not have time to take its divine kingdom with it, unwilling to see the accumulation of long ages destroyed in an instant. It tried to resist the spreading black mist.

Yet, as it descended, in the deepest darkness, it seemed as though the heavens and earth collapsed in one corner. A huge, pitch-black hand, covered in scales, stretched across the entire star sea and reached down, slamming onto it.

In an instant, this deity, along with the ancient warship behind it and its divine kingdom, shattered and disintegrated. The barrier of the realm collapsed, space-time broke apart, and the black mist swept through, engulfing them all. It was as if pure energy was being absorbed from the heavens and earth, swirling towards the blood-red altars deep within the darkness.

All the cultivators and beings who witnessed this terrifying scene were filled with dread, their spines frozen in fear, their skin crawling. This terrifying black mist seemed to drift from the farthest reaches of Cangmang, with no end in sight.

What is this grand sacrificial ceremony?

Why did it suddenly arrive?

Is it the remnants of the black disaster preparing to welcome the one who was once sealed?