I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1765. What if the “home” has been stolen? The struggle for the Ancestral God Origin

“Sit in charge of the Zhengyi Alliance? Resist the invasion of the Fatian Alliance?”

“Why would Jiang Yun help the Zhengyi Alliance?”

Ji Hanjing sat high upon the throne, her face shrouded in chaotic mist, her expression deep and cold.

At that moment, her eyes shifted slightly, landing on the old imperial uncle.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure swept forth, like a vast and boundless star crashing down. It immediately caused the old imperial uncle’s expression to change drastically; his legs went weak, his body trembling in fear, and he collapsed to his knees.

The expressions of everyone in the palace also changed drastically.

All of them felt a terrifying pressure descending, as though an erupting volcano stood before their eyes, lava about to drown the heavens and earth.

Ji Hanjing’s expression was extremely cold, her voice equally icy and bone-chilling as she shouted, “When my Shaking Light Ancestral Court once stood supreme across all worlds, with the entire universe coming to pay homage, when did we ever need to humiliate ourselves by seeking peace and compromise with dark beings?”

“If Jiang Yun is in charge of the Unending Imperial Dynasty and rules the world, then he should display the courage and resolve that comes with it. If he colludes with dark beings and becomes corrupt alongside them, do not blame me for disregarding our bloodline ties and personally abolishing him.”

These words caused everyone’s expression to change greatly, a chill rising in their backs, trembling with shock. Many only then reacted.

So this was the true reason for this ancestor’s fury.

Indeed, the Shaking Light Ancestral Court was once the orthodoxy established by Zhongjun, the backbone that resisted the calamity of the Black Disaster. And the imperial clan of the Unending Imperial Dynasty claimed to be the rightful descendants of the Shaking Light Ancestral Court. Yet the Unending Emperor Jiang Yun, at such a critical moment, chose to join the Zhengyi Alliance, becoming its leader, and signed a humiliating peace treaty with the dark beings.

This matter had once caused a huge uproar within the Unending Imperial Dynasty, triggering a massive shockwave.

Many found it incomprehensible and unbelievable, unable to understand why the Unending Emperor would make such a choice.

But since it was the decision of the Unending Emperor, no matter how much they opposed it, it was useless.

The few imperial uncles who prostrated and collapsed on the ground also had bitter and helpless expressions. If it were not necessary, they actually did not want to get involved in the muddy waters of the Zhengyi Alliance.

But the authority of the Unending Emperor was too heavy—so heavy that the entire dynasty could be said to be a one-man rule.

These imperial uncles were merely collateral blood relatives of the Unending Emperor Jiang Yun’s father. They had no ability at all to persuade or influence the Emperor’s decisions.

“Old ancestors, right now the war between the Zhengyi Alliance and the Fatian Alliance has continued for decades, with almost no room for reconciliation. The Emperor must have acted with deep foresight; this must have been the result of long consideration and cannot be without reason.”

“And you have just awakened, so your understanding of the Fatian Alliance is still shallow. You must know that the harm of the Fatian Alliance is no less than the Black Disaster calamity. The leader of the Fatian Alliance has an unfathomable origin, still a mystery to this day. We even suspect he is connected to the dark beings.”

“If the Zhengyi Alliance is left alone, allowing the Fatian Alliance to dominate unchecked, then it won’t be long before the entire boundless world is devoured and annexed. By then, even the Unending Imperial Dynasty will find it difficult to protect itself and will be swallowed by the Fatian Alliance…”

At this moment in the palace, an old man dressed in Confucian robes, wearing a high crown and broad ceremonial attire, holding a jade tablet, stepped forward and bowed, speaking sincerely as he explained the situation.

He was the Grand Chancellor of the Unending Imperial Dynasty, surnamed Song, known as Chancellor Song by the ministers. His cultivation was profound and unfathomable, and he was well-versed in both ancient and modern knowledge, understanding both governance and the principles of the world.

The Unending Emperor greatly valued him and often sought his counsel on matters of governance and the world.

Chancellor Song believed he understood the Unending Emperor very well, and that it was impossible for him to act so foolishly or irrationally as to compromise and retreat at such a critical moment.

The Unending Emperor must have had other considerations and unavoidable difficulties.

“One-sided words—how can they be trusted?”

“No matter what reason Jiang Yun may have, I will never tolerate his actions of signing a humiliating treaty with dark beings.” Ji Hanjing said coldly.

Song Xiang did not expect the attitude of this ancestor to be so resolute, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

However, he did not know whether it was just his illusion, but he felt that this ancestor seemed even more like a sovereign ruler than the Unending Emperor himself. That domineering aura of overlooking the world and gazing down upon all living beings could not be concealed at all.

“Could it be that this ancestor, besides being the descendant of Zhongjun, also has another identity?” Song Xiang could not help but speculate inwardly.

The news of the reappearance of the princess of the Shaking Light Ancestral Court soon spread throughout the Unending Imperial Dynasty and many nearby true-world civilizations, triggering all kinds of reactions and discussions.

During the period when the Unending Emperor was stationed in the Zhengyi Alliance, all affairs of the Unending Imperial Dynasty were fully handed over to this ancestor for handling and decision-making.

Although many ministers harbored complaints in their hearts and were very unwilling, facing such a terrifying existence with such an extraordinarily high seniority, none of them dared to express even the slightest dissatisfaction.

Under such circumstances, many people also discovered that the methods by which this ancestor handled affairs were excessively iron-blooded and resolute. Her style of governance was swift and decisive, without the slightest procrastination, as though she were a true iron-blooded empress.

During the period of her rule over the Unending Imperial Dynasty, many of the problems left behind by the Unending Emperor were resolved one after another.

Many ministers were even surprised to find that the operation of the Unending Imperial Dynasty had become smoother than before.

This also caused many ministers who were initially reluctant and worried that this ancestor would act recklessly and disrupt the order of the dynasty to feel shock and awe. Afterwards, they gradually relaxed and no longer worried or doubted her.

During the time the Unending Emperor left the dynasty to oversee the Zhengyi Alliance, many internal problems arose within the Unending Imperial Dynasty, and in some regions there were even near rebellions.

However, now that Ji Hanjing was presiding over the Unending Imperial Dynasty, issuing one iron-blooded decree after another, all those problems were quickly resolved.

The ministers of the Unending Imperial Dynasty were all deeply shocked by her methods, and could only sigh that she truly deserved to be the princess of the Shaking Light Ancestral Court.

To govern such a vast imperial dynasty was, to her, as easy as lifting a hand.

Within the various regions of the Unending Imperial Dynasty, voices of support for this “ancestor” also began to emerge.

Her prestige was gradually accumulating.

……

“When the Unending Emperor comes to his senses and discovers that his home has been stolen, who knows what he will think?”

“As expected, Ji Hanjing, as a female emperor of the Shaking Light Immortal Dynasty, finds governing the Unending Imperial Dynasty effortless. The difficult part is not ruling it, but how to completely replace the Unending Emperor during this period…”

Gu Changge did not continue paying attention to Ji Hanjing’s side.

To him, this was merely a minor move in a larger game. Even if Ji Hanjing truly replaced the Unending Emperor, it would not have much impact on his subsequent plans.

He was merely curious to see, after Ji Hanjing reappeared in the world, whether the so-called “Master of Fate” hidden behind the scenes would make a move and personally intervene.

The Master of Fate probably never expected that after the destruction of the Shaking Light Ancestral Court countless years ago, a princess of that lineage would emerge from the ruins of the Shaking Light Ancient Domain, return to the world, and rapidly take control of the Unending Imperial Dynasty in such a short time.

The foundation that he had painstakingly built by controlling the Unending Emperor—would it be willingly handed over to another and turned into someone else’s possession? Would he be willing to accept it?

Gu Changge found this rather interesting.

“Hmm? There is movement on this side as well.”

Suddenly, his attention was drawn to ripples appearing in the pool. On the other end of the fishing hook, something began to tremble slightly, as though a force was trying to pull the hook, fishing line, and fishing rod entirely over to that side.

Gu Changge did not move. He merely looked quietly in that direction, a faint smile of interest curling at the corner of his lips.

Mist rose above the surface of the pool. Chaos mist even began to swirl, growing denser and denser, almost as if it were about to liquefy. The fishing line trembled, and even the water in the pool began to churn.

In the next moment, Gu Changge gave a slight flick of his hand.

The surface of the pool immediately returned to calm. A terrifying suppressive force descended, erasing all fluctuations of energy and dispersing everything into nothingness.

However, very soon, as he raised the fishing rod, the originally calm surface of the pool instantly shattered like a broken mirror and collapsed in an instant. A dense wave of spatial-temporal fluctuations spread out.

On the other side of the pool, there appeared an endless inverted sky canopy, boundless even to the eye.

Beneath this dim and lightless canopy, only a faint moon wheel could be seen hanging high in the heavens, scattering a hazy light like thin mist, creating a resplendent and strange beauty.

And that fishing line, in this way, directly descended from the other side of the moon wheel, falling straight into the vast and surging ocean below.

At the other end of the fishhook, still hung that perfectly flawless, white-jade arm—crystal-clear and delicate—enveloped in a hazy divine radiance. Specks of starlight scattered along its edges, constantly being battered by the waves.

The sea roared and surged without end. Its vastness defied description.

This was an immense and mysterious sea of spacetime. Every wave, every ripple, was a world, a realm. The tides crashed violently, producing thunderous roars—as though countless worlds were colliding with one another.

No being capable of standing in this place was anything other than an existence that stood at the peak of the boundless expanse.

At this moment, the waves were violently turbulent. Terrifying surges crashed down again and again, as if they sought to smash down even the void-like canopy itself.

At the far end of the canopy, several indistinct and terrifying figures loomed within the mist—flickering in and out of sight, like gods yet like demons, carrying an unimaginable oppressive force.

Beside these figures, layers upon layers of halos could be seen. Within those halos echoed the sound of worlds; within them, mist swirled like nebulae, nurturing vast worlds and countless living beings.

BOOM!

Endless energy fluctuations erupted as these figures clashed in battle, as though heaven and earth were overturning, sweeping and raging without restraint.

Their forms were extremely vague, covered by the true manifestations of the Great Dao. They vanished in an instant and reassembled in the next, their speed surpassing time itself, as though they were fighting across the entire history of the past and present.

In every fragment of spacetime, their silhouettes were reflected—only to be extinguished the moment they appeared.

No one would have imagined that at this very moment, within this unknown dimensional sea of spacetime, such a terrifying battle was unfolding. The river of time flowed through it, only to be silently evaporated by the shockwaves of their clashes, until it disappeared entirely.

This place had already become a land without law, without restraint—without time or space.

“Someone is trying to kill with a borrowed blade. It seems Taixuan, you have quite a few enemies. They even used your origin as bait to lure us here.”

“It has been countless ages, yet to see so many of our kind gathered again is truly rare. Was it worth it—to fight for this portion of origin?”

A solemn, ancient voice resounded across the sea of spacetime.

A figure with three heads and six arms stood beneath that void-like canopy, its body shrouded in boundless divine light, speaking coldly.

One of its heads resembled a dragon’s, its golden eyes opening and closing as scenes of the destruction and rebirth of myriad worlds unfolded within them. Behind it, within the halo of divine rings, phenomena such as cosmic evolution and primordial chaos creation continuously manifested, containing terrifying power.

“Heh. If it is not worth it, then why have you, Taosu, also appeared? Since you even covet this portion of origin, what right do you have to criticize us?”

A mocking voice rang out from afar. It was also a divine being—this one with nine heads and nine wings.

Each of its wings was vast beyond measure, like the wings of a Kunpeng, carrying worlds upon them, where nations of gods were born, developed, and cycled through endless generations.

“A portion of a Primordial God’s origin is indeed worth it. But are you not afraid the fish eats the bait yet refuses to be hooked? This bait was laid specifically to lure us here—but now it seems that beyond the bait itself, there is something even more enticing.”

In the distance, a deity blazing like a great sun spoke calmly. Behind it, three thousand divine rings encircled it like a vast halo.

A portion of a Primordial God’s origin—though only a fragment—was an extremely precious treasure to them.

If refined and devoured, it could allow their divinity to advance further, inheriting the vast divine power of its former owner.

Of course, those who dared to covet a Primordial God’s origin were naturally existences of the same level.

Weaker divine beings, if they recklessly attempted to absorb it, would likely be exploded by its vast power—or have their divine consciousness overwritten by the lingering will within it, becoming mere vessels of divine favor.

The earlier earth-shaking battle had erupted precisely because of their struggle for that fragment of Primordial God origin.

They naturally knew that the bait was intentional, designed solely to lure them in, and that behind it all, there was a hidden fisherman with malicious intent. But fortune is sought amid danger. Moreover, this was a fragment of a Primordial God’s origin.

In the current turbulent and unpredictable era, obtaining such a fragment could save them countless ages of accumulation and cultivation, and even grant them the chance of another transformation.

Primordial Gods were unlike cultivators of the Primordial Dao Realm. In this era, they were already exceedingly rare, and no one wished to see their origin depleted and themselves reduced to dust.

This unknown dimensional sea of spacetime connected countless universes and timelines. Even the divine realms in which these beings hid were intertwined with it in countless ways.

Thus, the emergence of this fragment of Primordial God origin was no different from placing a huge piece of fat meat right at their doorstep.

“Whether bait or trap, it does not. What is mine, I will naturally reclaim.”

Another ancient and solemn voice echoed. Within the dense mist, a radiant divine figure appeared.

It was both vague and brilliant, standing within the infinite void as though it had stepped out from a multidimensional spacetime.

Layers of divine rings encircled it, each ring resembling a galaxy, within which countless worlds and universes were born and destroyed.

Within each divine ring, it seemed that countless beings were being nurtured, and countless worlds were cycling through creation and annihilation.

Her face shifted constantly—sometimes ancient and indistinct, sometimes dignified and authoritative, sometimes alluring and enchanting, sometimes cold as ice.

It changed every moment, never allowing itself to be truly seen, fully engulfed in boundless divine radiance.

It seemed as though the entire canopy could not contain her true form; even a single divine ring was enough to press down upon this entire void.

“Taixuan, you are no longer at your peak. The damage to your origin is the best proof of that. Yet you still dare to appear here and contend. It seems you are prepared to bleed and fall here, and hand your divine core over to us.”

The nine-headed, nine-winged deity let out a cold laugh that shook the entire sea of spacetime.