I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1821. The Fiendish Demonic Halberd Stretches Across Heaven and Earth — Fellow Daoist, Stop Her Quickly

The entire Nightmare Demon Domain erupted into turmoil as endless black mist expanded across the skies.

The earth split apart. Some of the black seas dried up, exposing countless bones piled upon the seabed beneath. Some were snow-white, some golden, while even more were deep black, as though completely corroded and stained by dark matter.

From this alone, one could imagine how powerful and inconceivable those beings had been in life. Yet they had still perished here, their remains lying dormant deep beneath the earth.

“Attack.”

The invading experts of the Eight Divisions all changed expression drastically. Without the slightest hesitation, they chose to strike.

One of them transformed into a terrifying demonic shadow and charged towards the gentle figure holding the oil-paper umbrella, seemingly intending to tear her apart.

“Countless years ago, we all originated from the same source. Why must you all kill one another?”

Priestess Lishuang sighed softly. Her jade-white hand merely reached forward lightly.

A terrifying blood-red giant hand seemed to emerge from the void, covering everything. It seized the incoming figure and then clenched.

Pfft!

Black blood exploded across the sky.

This scene shocked the experts of the Eight Divisions, causing their hearts to tremble. Yet no one showed fear. Instead, even more figures surged forward to attack.

“It seems we cannot sit down and have a proper conversation after all.”

The Lishuang Priestess continued to sigh softly. She did not attack again and merely walked away along the path she had come from, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Behind her, numerous dark creatures appeared, their auras equally formidable. They quickly rushed forward and engaged their opponents in battle.

Ancestor Void, Ancestor Yan, and the Master of Fate did not act. They merely watched everything with calm indifference.

The vast black territory stretched endlessly beyond sight. At this moment, both heaven and earth were filled with figures locked in battle.

The Heavenly Multitude had first shown courtesy before resorting to force, clearly demonstrating their unwillingness to engage in slaughter.

However, the Eight Divisions had come specifically for the Coffin That Buries Worlds. They had already resolved themselves completely; otherwise, so many powerful experts would never have descended here.

Since the Heavenly Multitude refused to hand it over, there was only one option left—fight and seize it by force.

If they truly allowed the Heavenly Multitude to gather enough sacrificial offerings and bring back the Lord Who Replaces Heaven, then every member of the Eight Divisions would face reckoning. Not a single one would escape.

Ever since the Heavenly Multitude had shattered apart and the Eight Divisions split away, each taking a portion of its foundations and resources, their future reckoning had already become inevitable.

Not to mention that many years ago, during the Heavenly Multitude Rebellion, the Eight Divisions had participated in opening the Coffin That Buries Worlds and desecrating the fleshly body of the Lord Who Replaces Heaven.

Once he was revived, would he spare them?

“It’s time to act.”

At this moment, Ancestor Void seemed to sense something and spoke calmly.

The experts behind him from the Heavenly Decline Division all trembled, their eyes filling with intense resolve.

Ancestor Yan nodded.

“Indeed, we cannot delay any longer. The Great Priestess Wuyue alone cannot stop all of us.”

“You will hold back the other priestesses. Once we make our move, the hidden pieces we have planted within the Heavenly Multitude will act as well.”

His final sentence was directed towards the experts of the Yan Demon Division behind him.

“Ancestor, rest assured. We will not fail your trust.”

The experts of the Yan Demon Division responded solemnly. They had long been prepared.

This battle could only succeed—it could not fail.

Otherwise, from this day onward, there would be no place in heaven or earth for the Yan Demon Clan.

The Master of Fate said nothing, but his actions had already revealed his intentions.

Having come at Ancestor Void’s invitation, he owed him a favor and therefore had no choice but to assist in dealing with the Great Priestess.

Three existences who had surpassed the Ninth Heavenly Decline Tribulation appeared and acted simultaneously.

Such a display of power was unimaginable.

For endless ages, the Boundless Expanse had not witnessed such a scene.

Yet today, upon this vast and endless land of darkness, it appeared once more.

Their auras shook heaven and earth, suppressed the cosmos, swept across past and present, and terrified the eternal skies. Even in countless spacetime realms beyond the Boundless Expanse and deep within primordial chaos, many ancient supreme beings sensed it and trembled in disbelief.

“Who dares act so recklessly!”

Before the Heaven-Slaying Hall, the woman carrying a sword on her back let out a cold snort.

Her voice carried rage and killing intent, vast and mighty, causing the entire dark land to tremble.

The sword behind her left its sheath.

Sword light burst forth like an endless river of stars, dazzling and boundless.

It swept forward directly.

All matter was annihilated and collapsed wherever it passed. Even the laws of the Dao became blurred and began to disintegrate.

Had such an attack appeared in the outside world, countless universes would have been destroyed.

Facing it was merely a single hand.

Ancestor Yan also snorted coldly. His somewhat withered palm struck forward.

Slowly.

Heavily.

Yet carrying an indescribable terrifying might. The other two priestesses beside Great Priestess Wuyue also acted.

One raised her jade hand.

The jade bottle flew out and instantly expanded countless times. Endless Dao symbols surged from within.

Accompanied by overwhelming dark energy, it became like a terrifying black hole constantly expanding and devouring all heavens as it swallowed towards Ancestor Yan.

The other priestess brought forth an ancient seal.

Layer after layer of Dao symbols swirled around it as it smashed downward.

Within its descending trajectory, suns and moons revolved, endless stars appeared, universes were created, chaos swirled, and even a faint Path of Reincarnation emerged.

Though the seal itself seemed ordinary in size, it felt capable of suppressing everything in existence, opening heaven and earth and creating reincarnation itself.

“Artifacts from the Primordial Era…”

As a Primordial Being, the Master of Fate recognized the weapons at first glance.

Whether it was the sword, the jade bottle, or the ancient seal, all were primordial treasures born before the Boundless Expanse itself.

They contained innate divine markings and could evolve Dao realms and heavenly worlds. Their power was terrifying.

Ancestor Void acted as well. The space around him blurred as though the River of Time itself had become indistinct. His wide sleeve swept outward.

Endless energy immediately surged forth. Alone, he faced all three priestesses.

A world-shaking collision erupted. The entire dark land seemed on the verge of overturning.

The heavens split apart.

The earth collapsed. Unimaginable storms erupted.

Standing within them, Ancestor Void unleashed palm techniques and fist seals. He met the descending ancient seal head-on. He struck away the devouring jade bottle. His sleeve became like a blade as he swung it.

A terrifying slash containing all the mysteries of existence cut forward to oppose the descending sword.

Seeing this, both Ancestor Yan and the Master of Fate felt their hearts shake slightly.

Ancestor Void’s strength far exceeded their expectations.

Still, since Ancestor Void had restrained the three priestesses, the two of them together would certainly be enough to deal with the Great Priestess.

The experts of the Eight Divisions were filled with soaring morale.

Following behind, they charged towards the Heaven-Slaying Hall, determined to seize the Coffin That Buries Worlds.

The dark territory, which had endured for billions of years without collapse, now completely disintegrated under the eruption of this battle.

Above the Heaven-Slaying Hall, the phantom image of the Coffin That Buries Worlds floated in the air.

Countless Heavenly Multitude beings knelt down in worship. They continuously kowtowed.

Fanatical.

Mad.

Utterly devout.

One could see endless dark matter flowing into the coffin like a reverse torrent, becoming sacrificial nourishment.

Thick pillars of black smoke rose from every corner of heaven and earth and poured endlessly into the coffin.

Across the battlefield, countless combatants rapidly vanished, leaving behind only white skeletons. Even so, many beings did not completely disappear.

Flesh still clung to portions of their bones. Driven solely by obsession and willpower, they continued fighting.

The scene was horrifying. It made one’s scalp go numb.

Never before in history had such a bizarre spectacle appeared.

This no longer seemed like a battle between living beings. Rather, it resembled countless dead spirits slaughtering one another within the underworld.

With Ancestor Yan and the Master of Fate acting, no one could stop them. They existed on an entirely different level.

Others were not even qualified to interfere.

At a certain realm, merely standing there was enough.

Lower-level beings could not even approach. They would be crushed by the aura alone and perish in body and soul.

To the other dark creatures, Ancestor Yan and the Master of Fate stood precisely within such a domain.

Unless another existence who had crossed the Ninth Heavenly Decline Tribulation intervened, no one was even qualified to injure them.

Most terrifying of all was Ancestor Void.

No technique could withstand him. Everything rapidly disintegrated wherever he moved. Even the three priestesses wielding primordial treasures were not his match.

Their combined efforts were still insufficient. Again and again they were sent flying.

His strength seemed beyond the Dao Realm itself, detached from it entirely.

The sight caused all Heavenly Multitude experts to tremble.

Before such an existence, even the sacrifices and rituals of the Heavenly Multitude seemed powerless.

Some priests attempted to intervene. Yet merely being struck by the aftershock made them cough blood and fly backward, smashing into the earth.

As for figures like Protectors, the situation was even worse.

They could not even approach Ancestor Void.

By himself, he suppressed countless dark creatures until they could scarcely breathe.

Even members of the Yan Demon and Candle Nether divisions felt deep dread.

They could clearly sense Ancestor Void’s overwhelming strength and invincibility.

The Lishuang Priestess held her oil-paper umbrella.

Dark matter swirled around her like torrential rain. She stood in front of Ancestor Yan and the Master of Fate. However, she could not hold them back for long and soon coughed blood from her injuries.

Fortunately, dark matter quickly surged from behind her. Her injuries instantly recovered, returning her to peak condition.

The Coffin That Buries Worlds hung before the Heaven-Slaying Hall. Its radiance illuminated all surrounding regions.

Streams of dark light continuously flowed from dark creatures throughout the battlefield into the coffin.

Then fresh dark matter erupted from it and rained down upon the Heavenly Multitude’s forces.

Take from one side.

Give to the other.

This was the Heavenly Multitude’s greatest reliance.

As long as the Coffin That Buries Worlds remained suspended here, they were invincible within this dark territory.

They could not be erased. Meanwhile, the power of outside dark creatures would be reclaimed and transformed into nourishment for the beings of this land.

Ancestor Yan had clearly anticipated this. Therefore, after severely wounding Lishuang Priestess, he did not continue attacking.

Instead, he left the Master of Fate to occupy her while he himself headed directly towards the Heaven-Slaying Hall to seize the coffin.

“Ancestor Void has indeed taken that final step…”

Before the Heaven-Slaying Hall, Great Priestess Wuyue watched everything unfold.

For the first time, emotion seemed to flicker beneath the mist concealing her face.

Across the vast distance, she raised a palm and struck towards Ancestor Void. Instantly, it resembled boundless raging tides crashing down.

Before that palm, all techniques, laws, order, and Great Dao principles lost meaning.

Ancestor Void calmly responded. He also struck out with a palm from afar.

In that instant, nothing appeared to happen. Yet within the region where their attacks met, countless cycles of destruction and recreation had already occurred.

Matter was annihilated and reborn repeatedly in a single moment.

Only after some time did ripples finally spread outward.

A single ripple alone resembled an apocalypse storm capable of harvesting all life.

Great Priestess Wuyue rarely acted. But whenever she did, her opponents were effortlessly slain.

Yet now Ancestor Void has blocked her.

The sight caused many members of the Heavenly Multitude to change expression and feel faint concern.

The Fourth Priestess, Priestess Qiluo, also wore a constantly shifting expression.

According to her previous agreement with Ancestor Void, she was supposed to use that half-piece of the Lord Who Replaces Heaven’s flesh to delay the Great Priestess.

Yet until now, she had received no signal or transmission from Ancestor Void.

In other words, her intervention was unnecessary.

Still, she felt something was wrong.

This war had erupted too suddenly.

Moreover, Great Priestess Wuyue displayed no worry whatsoever.

From beginning to end, she remained composed.

Qiluo even began to wonder:

Could this be one of Ancestor Void’s schemes?

Or was someone else manipulating events from behind the scenes?

As countless thoughts churned through her mind, she saw Great Priestess Wuyue act once more.

This time was different. She stepped out from the Heaven-Slaying Hall and appeared high in the sky.

No one could clearly see her movements through the enveloping mist. Yet everyone could feel the Coffin That Buries Worlds responding to her call.

A thunderous rumbling emerged from within.

The sounds of countless worlds colliding echoed forth.

Amid the waterfall-like torrents of dark matter, strands of chaotic energy erupted.

Something seemed to be condensing into existence.

A weapon. A faint killing intent stretched across heaven and earth.

Just a trace of its aura was enough to crush everything.

“Not good…”

“She is condensing the divine form of the Lord Who Replaces Heaven’s fiendish weapon!” Ancestor Yan suddenly shouted.

His overwhelming aura blasted away all nearby experts. His giant hand reached forward across vast distances in an attempt to stop Great Priestess Wuyue.

Behind him appeared a terrifying demonic shadow.

It seemed to stand before the creation of heaven and earth itself.

Boundlessly enormous.

Wherever that giant hand reached, the River of Time surged violently.

At the same time, Ancestor Yan let out a great roar.

One terrifying black hole after another appeared behind him. Around each black hole floated endless world fragments. It looked as though three thousand dark worlds revolved around him, granting him limitless power.

Although the Master of Fate did not fully understand what was happening, he too sensed a terrifying icy killing intent awakening. It felt as though it would slaughter the Boundless Expanse, all worlds, and endless universes.

Above Great Priestess Wuyue’s head, the shadow of a weapon emerged. Her snow-white, nearly transparent arm lifted high. It was as though she were supporting the weapon phantom.

Everyone could clearly see its shape. It was a halberd. Its blade was cold.

Heavy.

Ancient.

As though it could effortlessly destroy all things. Even as a mere phantom, it exerted boundless pressure.

What stood before them did not seem like a weapon. It seemed like an eternal fiend that dominated all ages.

And now—That eternal fiend was about to awaken.

“Fellow Daoist, stop her!”

“She is summoning the phantom of the fiendish demonic halberd once wielded by the Lord Who Replaces Heaven!” Ancestor Yan shouted urgently.

For the first time, genuine anxiety appeared in his voice. He roared once more. The terrifying demonic shadow behind him fused with his body.

The black holes rapidly merged together.

They became an endless demonic abyss stretching behind him.

The Master of Fate felt his heart grow heavy. He had never imagined that such terrifying power came merely from the phantom of a weapon once wielded by the Lord Who Replaces Heaven.

No wonder Ancestor Void had acted so cautiously and specifically invited him to assist.

“Kill!”

Without the slightest hesitation, he unleashed his strongest techniques.

Terrifying visions of the past and future emerged around him. There was the primordial scene from the birth of the Boundless Expanse. There was the great calamity that opened heaven and earth.

There were blood-soaked ages of later eras.

Having comprehended the secrets of heaven and earth, he now manifested them all within his Dao techniques.

The power of countless phenomena gathered upon him. All their might converged into his body…