I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1485: Left a fatal point, is it your heir?

In front of these two figures, Chu Bai felt compelled to reveal everything without reservation. As he spoke, a cloud of radiance enveloped him, and he summoned the Sun-Shooting Bow. The ancient bow shimmered with divine brilliance, gracefully floating up and down.

“This Sun-Shooting Bow contains mythical luck. Its origin is linked to the long river of fate and is intertwined with the future fate of the demon race…” Chu Bai explained. “It seems there is a fate at play; the demon clan is bound to face this calamity. This bow possesses immense lethality against them. If the demon clan learns of its existence, they will likely go to great lengths to destroy it.”

He continued, “Perhaps this bow is related to the mulberry tree that the demon race once possessed. Both are innate objects and rare divine artifacts.”

The Dharma Sage examined the Sun-Shooting Bow with a frown, deducing its significance for a long time before arriving at a conclusion. The bow’s origin astonished him. Chu Gucheng, the Heavenly General, and others were equally shocked; they had not anticipated that this was no ordinary opportunity. Instead, it was deeply connected to the river of fate and the luck of the demon clan.

Dharma Sage glanced at Chu Bai once more and said in a low voice, “If I am not mistaken, this bow possesses the ability to sever the fate of the demon clan. Since you have acquired it, it indicates that their future may be doomed. In your hands, the law of heaven circulates, and a general trend is already taking shape in the shadows.”

It was clear that the existence of the Sun-Shooting Bow would soon be known to the demon race.

If he were aware that this bow had the ability to sever the demon clan’s life force, he would undoubtedly seek to destroy it with even greater fervor. Chu Bai’s expression grew serious; he had never anticipated that the origin and power of the Sun-Shooting Bow would be so shocking and formidable.

“This object is deeply significant, so you must keep it safe. Although the demon court is powerful, it won’t be able to defeat you in the short term. As long as you remain within the vast land of Xian Chu, the demon court will naturally be unable to reach you,” Chu Gucheng said, his hands clasped behind his back. He nodded slightly as he spoke to Chu Bai.

While he was astonished by the origin of the Sun-Shooting Bow, he understood that since it belonged to Chu Bai, it signified that Chu Bai’s future achievements would be considerable. This realization brought him joy; it indicated that Xian Chu’s future heritage would undoubtedly increase.

While speaking, he raised his palm and swiped it through the air, causing a ray of brilliance—light as blue smoke—to immediately fall upon the Sun-Shooting Bow.

“I’ve left an imprint on it. If you find yourself in danger, just activate the mark I’ve placed, and others will not dare to snatch it,” Chu Gucheng stated. His tone was calm yet carried an unmistakable air of authority.

“Thank you, my lord,” Chu Bai replied, feeling reassured. A sense of relief washed over him, and his face brightened with joy.

The weight he had been carrying finally lifted. He understood that the Sun-Shooting Bow held significant value for the demon race, who would undoubtedly seek to destroy it. Therefore, it was imperative for him to remain in Xian Chu during this period. He would find a suitable place to retreat and cultivate, aiming to become a quasi-immortal emperor as quickly as possible.

As the Heavenly General took Chu Bai away, Chu Gucheng watched them leave with a slight frown. “If this bow was left by humans, then the imprint I placed on it will naturally detect any fluctuations. However, I still hope my fears are unfounded and that there is no one orchestrating this catastrophe behind the scenes,” he mused, his expression thoughtful.

The conflict between the Demon Realm and Xian Chu was expected to be protracted. It could last as short as a hundred years or extend for ten thousand years, or even longer, with the future remaining uncertain. Currently, Xian Chu was only passively resisting and had yet to mobilize a significant number of troops.

After all, the Demon Court did not receive support from the other demon clan forces in the Endless Demon Realm, so its strength was naturally not on par with that of Xian Chu. However, annihilating the Demon Court was nearly impossible for Xian Chu. The remaining demon clan forces in the Endless Demon Realm would first be unlikely to reach a consensus, and second, the Demon Court had deep roots and an intricate web of alliances that spanned many universes and timelines.

To destroy it would take an estimated time frame of millions, even tens of millions of years. All forces within the Xi Yuan civilization were keenly observing this battle. While the situation seemed chaotic, the larger picture remained clear. They did not believe that the Demon Realm would engage in a prolonged conflict with Xian Chu; the worst outcome would likely be that the Demon Realm would vent its frustrations and subsequently withdraw its troops. Continuing the fight was not beneficial for either the Demon Realm or Xian Chu, as it would only serve to bolster the position of other forces.

As the days turned into months, the battle raged on. Each day, countless troops from the Demon Court rushed to the battlefield to engage with Xian Chu. The karma rising into the sky resembled crimson smoke, billowing and swirling, engulfing the heavens and blocking out the sun, spreading continuously from the sites of the conflict. The surrounding universe and vast worlds had essentially collapsed, devoid of any signs of life.

In the Tai Yuan Ancient Domain, at Yu Xian Academy on Biluo Peak, Gu Changge slowly opened his eyes, signaling a shift in his plans. “It seems that I have to go there myself,” he murmured, contemplation evident in his gaze.

The dean of Yu Xian Academy had been diligently following Gu Changge’s instructions to gather information, but after months of effort, there had been no significant progress. The inability of even an immortal emperor to extract any news indicated that there was something profoundly hidden and shrouded in secrecy behind it all.

However, before making the journey to visit Yu Xian Palace in person, Gu Changge had another matter to attend to. The ongoing battle between the Demon Realm and Xian Chu was not unfolding as he had anticipated. He intended to stoke the flames further, adding more fuel to the fire.

During the past few months, Luo Xiang had arrived and taken some secret treasures from him. Armed with these items, she felt confident enough to open the Eternal Treasury. Her visit was brief; she didn’t linger or inquire about Gu Changge’s affairs, departing with a lightness that suggested she had her own significant pursuits. She estimated that it might take several years to unlock the secrets of the Eternal Treasury.

This time, in order to save time, Luo Xiang deliberately consumed a teleportation relic. However, if she were to rush back again, it would still take some time. Gu Changge was naturally unhurried about these few years. Although Xian Chu boasted great luck, all karma was concentrated in a single entity.

Yet, Gu Changge had already devised a plan. While Chu Gucheng was indeed clever, he was still progressing according to Gu Changge’s carefully laid strategy. Now, a crucial flaw had been left behind—a single point that could lead to disaster. The vast expanse of Xian Chu, seemingly impenetrable, could very well face catastrophic consequences if that one point were to collapse, much like an avalanche triggered by a mere ant’s nest.

Gu Changge closed his eyes slightly, focusing on the location of the Sun-Shooting Bow. The imprint left by Chu Gucheng on it radiated a subtle aura. A vague line of cause and effect slowly materialized from nothingness, coalescing into a figure that resembled a younger version of Chu Gucheng, exuding a domineering presence.

“So it’s your heir?” Gu Changge opened his eyes, confirming the location indicated by the line of cause and effect. A meaningful smile curled at the corner of his mouth, hinting at the intrigue that lay ahead.