I Am the Fated Villain-Novel

Apart from the Northern Immortal Realm, the situation is quite similar in the other Immortal Realms. The fall of the four kings is an infrequent and significant event, with terrifying signs appearing in various cosmic universes.

The Western Immortal Realm, in particular, had regained a rare sense of tranquility due to this incident. Many tribes from the foreign land were evacuating and returning, unwilling to stay for long.

Even sinscrutable true immortals, while passing through the borders of the Western Immortal Realm, feel a chilling sensation, sensing the lingering emotions of resentment and regret left behind by the fallen Immortal Kings in the various starry regions. These emotions would undoubtedly corrode those with weak minds.

This indicates the horrendous nature of the battle; the four kings descended, overwhelmingly powerful, expecting to sweep away everything, but ultimately, they fell here with deep-seated regrets.

The repercussions of this battle were more terrifying than when the foreign land breached the barriers of the Western Immortal Realm in the past.

Rumors spread throughout the Immortal Realm. Sclaim to have witnessed the scene firsthand, describing a downpour of blood, with the most terrifying phenomena from ancient to modern times unfolding. The heavens and earth becdark, leaving only endless silence and darkness.

Speculations arise, suggesting that the entity that killed the four kings comes from the foreign land, descending through the portal—an unspeakable forbidden existence in the cycle of reincarnation.

Others argue that it originates from the other true realms, not the creatures of the foreign land. In any case, various discussions and speculations abound.

In the Southern Immortal Realm, within the Moon King’s palace, situated deep in the void, an imposing atmosphere pervades. Even the outer walls were constructed from various Immortal Jades, radiating unparalleled brilliance.

As one of the two remaining Immortal Kings in the Southern Immortal Realm, the Moon King holds the highest position, and the Moon King’s palace symbolizes sanctity.

The entire residence was shrouded in a hazy Immortal light, and the chaotic aura swirls around. However, people were still waiting to approach this place on ordinary days. Even true immortals from various Dao forces can only respectfully gaze from afar.

At this moment, in the depths of the Moon King’s palace, a mat descends through the void. A figure, as pure and white as moonlight, sits cross-legged. His face was somewhat blurred, and a radiant glow surrounded his delicate and slender hands, resembling the finest Immortal Jade carvings.

At this point, the Moon King speaks of living in an era billions of years ago. Although his voice was like celestial music, it lacks any emotional fluctuations. The entire person appears natural and ancient, engulfed in chaos.

Below, Jin Yuan respectfully awaits, bowing his head. In response to the Moon King’s words, he says, “What I saw at that tis all true. I dare not deceive the Moon King.”

“Never thought that my words of unity would end up bindingto such an extent,” the Moon King spoke softly, his tone revealing little emotion but still carrying a hint of regret.

He raised his delicate hand and the Immortal Jade teacup on the white jade table before he fell into his hand.

With a crisp sound, it shattered into ashes. This visible display reflected her genuine emotions, which were not as calm as they appeared.

Jin Yuan dared not utter a word. Having witnessed everything before the Ancient City, he was fearful and trembling. He didn’t dare mention specific details, especially those related to the forbidden existence.

Involvement with such entities could bring about unpredictable consequences. Even the Immortal King was effortlessly slain, so what significance did his half-step Immortal King status hold? He couldn’t withstand such terrifying effects.

The Moon King, seemingly in his thoughts, disregarded Jin Yuan. His eyebrows furrowed, and she seemed to be speculating on Gu Changge’s intentions during the events.

The Moon King spoke of unity, hoping to foreign himself with a mysterious Immortal King to maintain the stability of the Southern Immortal Realm. Otherwise, it would sooner or later follow the fate of the Western Immortal Realm, breached and invaded by Immortal Kings from the foreign land, leading to his inevitable demise.

As the suprbeing in the Southern Immortal Realm, ruling over the present, he couldn’t afford such an outcome, and the Budha King only cared about the life and death of the Buddha Kingdom, not manifesting for millions of years.

The last tthe Moon King saw him was several epochs ago. “He said that the next the descends upon the Immortal Realm, he hopes I’ll have everything ready?”

The Moon King spoke again, his gaze penetrating the vast chaos and falling into the unknown void.

“That forbidden existence did indeed say so,” Jin Yuan replied, not daring to hide anything.

The Moon King fell into silence for a moment, contemplating. In reality, he didn’t have much choice now. Gu Changge said to prepare, but he didn’t give her a choice. In other words, the next tGu Changge appears in the Immortal Realm, did he need to hand over the Southern Immortal Realm to him?

Having ruled over the Southern Immortal Realm for countless ages, surrendering it like this left him somewhat unwilling. However, he knew there was no room for refusal or negotiation.

The Moon King murmured.

The Moon King’s figure blurred again and disappeared onto the mat, leaving the place in a profound silence.

Jin Yuan, seeing this, breathed a sigh of relief and quietly withdrew. He feared that the Moon King might not understand, acting recklessly at this time, attempting to provoke the forbidden existence.

The example of the fall of the foreign land’s four kings was still vividly present.

In the Central Immortal Realm, situated in the central region of the vast and boundless Immortal Realm, the territories and universes it encompassed were so extensive that the boundaries were invisible.

Even for True Immortals with cultivation reaching the heavens and the earth, fully exploring its edges was almost impossible. This area, the most prosperous in the current Immortal Realm, was where the various traditions and sects were passed down before the Immortal Realm split. Even now, when combined, the other Immortal Realms barely match the scope of the Central Immortal Realm.

Hidden within the Central Immortal Realm were ancient and prestigious families, numerous enough that strace back to the Forbidden Era, each with an Immortal King overseeing them. The remaining Immortal Realms, compared to the inhabitants of the Central Immortal Realm, are seen as no different from desolate lands.

Of course, between the Immortal Realms are the Chaos Seas and the Chaotic Streams, which are difficult for True Immortals to cross. They need to use ancient teleportation arrays to descend. Consequently, beings from different Immortal Realms rarely interact.

At this moment, in an ancient Immortal City within the Central Immortal Realm, a woman in white appeared. She exuded an otherworldly aura, with bright eyes, white teeth, and skin like jade; her beauty would make the heavens jealous.

Behind this woman in white, several servant-like female cultivators followed, all with an immortal demeanor, showing signs of immortality.

“I heard that a portal leading to the foreign land has appeared over there. I want to go home.”

The woman in white spoke, her expression somewhat weary, losing the lively and spirited appearance she had before.

“Miss Zijin, your his here in the Immortal Realm…”

Several maids spoke with a touch of helplessness.

“My his not here. I was brought up here inexplicably.”

The woman in white shook her head firmly.

Several maids followed behind, speaking with a sense of helplessness.

Hearing these words, the woman in white was somewhat dazed and lost in thought, then shook her head disbelievingly.

Boom!

At this moment, an ancient war chariot traversed the universe and descended in this direction. On the war chariot stood two figures.

One was dressed in white, with a handsappearance, a tall and straight figure, and eyes with a faint golden hue, exuding a transcendent aura. When he smiled, he gave off a gentle vibe, surrounded by immortality.

The other figure standing beside him was slightly more robust and taller, with a handsface, a dignified bearing, and a faint golden glow enveloping him. Even his strands of hair flowed like divine radiance, shimmering with a golden hue.

Greetings, Lord Wushang.

Upon seeing these two figures, the group of maids behind the woman in white quickly paid their respects, showing great respect to one of them.

The white-clad man on the ancient war chariot greeted with a smile, his gaze fixed on the woman in white.

“Luo Xuan greets Miss Zijin.”

The tall man beside the white-clad figure also spoke, his eyes carrying a friendly intent.