I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1767. An Overwhelming Sense of Terror, the Origin of Darkness Reappears in the World

Amidst a terrifying and oppressive sense of urgency, the origin place of darkness reappeared in the world.

In panic, the Nine-Ao Ancestral God tried to flee and evade, but that terrifying power directly crushed down upon him like a towering mountain, pinning him firmly in place.

His nine wings flapped violently, stirring up a dreadful storm of the Great Dao, yet that giant hand continued to descend regardless, like heaven and earth collapsing, bringing annihilation to all living beings, with an aura of destruction that seemed capable of piercing through this entire region.

In the face of such terrifying heavenly power, everything was useless.

The Nine-Ao Ancestral God’s resistance was futile, and escape was equally meaningless. At this moment, he could not even move.

Space and time were collapsing. Around him appeared one black hole after another of annihilation.

That giant hand reached down from an unknown dimension behind the moon wheel, descending directly towards the Nine-Ao Ancestral God in an utterly simple and brutal manner.

Compared to that, the terrifying figure of the Nine-Ao Ancestral God—so vast it seemed incapable of being contained by the world—appeared illusory and fragile under this giant hand, continuously being compressed and shrinking.

His eyes were filled with terror as his nine wings moved together, flapping out a power of world-destroying might.

Strands of thick Great Dao order storms gathered there, rushing toward the giant hand in an attempt to break free and resist. However, no matter what he did, everything was in vain—utterly powerless.

Before that giant hand, even vast torrents of power were crushed down; any resistance was as fragile as bubbles.

“No…”

The Nine-Ao Ancestral God could not believe it. He finally let out a desperate, unwilling roar, unable to accept everything before his eyes. He had fully inherited the divine godhood of the previous Nine-Ao deity and had ascended to an even higher level of existence, overlooking the entire divine system—how could he possibly fall here now?

He was an Ancestral God of an era! Not some lowly ant.

Bang!

Endless radiance burst forth, and dense strands of blood qi surged outward, transforming into a terrifying blood mist.

Deep within the heavenly curtain, that giant hand slowly clenched without haste, like the palm of heaven itself, capturing the Nine-Ao Ancestral God within its grasp and gradually tightening. Blood seeped out between its fingers.

Everyone heard the crushing sound of bones shattering, along with the collapsing and annihilating sounds of countless divine kingdoms being crushed.

That region erupted in a blood mist, shrouded in a hazy glow. The spilled blood light even dyed the entire heavenly curtain red, and even the moon wheel was stained with a layer of crimson.

This scene was extremely horrifying and eerie; the entire sea of space-time seemed to freeze under a chill.

All the Ancestral Gods present changed their expressions drastically and quickly retreated, avoiding that terrifying giant hand. They were filled with fear and dread, their backs drenched in cold sweat. The other two Ancestral Gods who had just attempted to seize that portion of origin power turned deathly pale, filled with terror and lingering fear.

Within the dripping fingers of blood, they could no longer sense any trace of life from the Nine-Ao Ancestral God. He had thus perished silently, and even his godhood seemed to have been completely shattered and erased. From this moment onward, an Ancestral God had disappeared from existence.

Above the moon wheel, the light grew increasingly dim. After seizing the Nine-Ao Ancestral God, that terrifying giant hand slowly withdrew, silently disappearing.

Yet the vast torrent of power it carried still pressed down on the entire space-time, causing it to creak and groan, as if it were a sheet of paper that could be torn apart at the slightest force.

This place fell into absolute silence. The surviving Ancestral Gods were all filled with shock and terror, their backs drenched in cold dread.

“Regardless, the Nine-Ao Ancestral God had inherited divine godhood. His strength was not inferior to ours—how could he have fallen so easily?”

The Zhu Wu Ancestral God spoke with fear and disbelief in his eyes. They had lived for countless ages, yet this was the first time they had felt a terror where life felt as insignificant as an ant.

If it had been a true battle, even he could not confidently claim victory over the Nine-Ao Ancestral God.

Yet in that instant just now, the Nine-Ao Ancestral God had perished—completely and utterly annihilated.

Does such a terrifying being still exist in the current vast expanse? With such strength, he must stand far above the level of Ancestral Gods—he cannot possibly be unknown.

The Ta Su Ancestral God also wore a grave and wary expression, staring fixedly at the giant hand that was about to disappear.

So this is the fisherman behind the scenes? Truly terrifying beyond measure. No wonder the Taixuan Ancestral God had once severed an arm just to escape with his life.

“A true ‘fishing’ Ancestral God… In front of such an existence, even beings like us are no different from fish and shrimp in a ditch.”

“Fortunately, only a single hand descended. If the true body had come… it is impossible to imagine what would have happened.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed the Taixuan Ancestral God. Although she too appeared shocked and astonished, she was clearly far calmer than the others, as if she had already anticipated all of this.

Even more so, the Ta Su Ancestral God caught a fleeting trace of a cold, mocking smile at the corner of her lips.

“Could it be that all of this was deliberately orchestrated by the Taixuan Ancestral God—intentionally luring out the fisherman behind the scenes, using his hand to eliminate her enemies?”

“Did she already know the outcome would be like this? That is why she dared to show herself—because she had already foreseen everything. What terrifying scheming… One misstep and even one’s spirit and soul would be utterly destroyed.”

The Ta Su Ancestral God frowned, a chill rising in his heart as he considered this possibility.

This place lay within the chaotic space-time sea of an unknown dimension, where coordinates were disordered. Even that terrifying fisherman behind the scenes, no matter how overwhelmingly powerful, could not descend in his true form immediately.

Upon sensing movement from the fishing hook, he could only traverse endless space-time via the fluctuation of karma and extend a single great hand. Even that alone already demonstrated unimaginable power.

Of course, such a method required a medium. The fishing line, formed from karma itself, would not attract attention unless it was triggered.

And the Taixuan Ancestral God, being the only one who had previously fought that existence, must clearly understand its power. From the very beginning, she may have been waiting for that hidden fisherman to make a move.

Was she planning to use his hand to eliminate the Nine-Ao Ancestral God and the others?

Did she intentionally allow the Nine-Ao Ancestral God to seize that portion of origin power in order to trigger the fishing line?

As these thoughts became clear, the face of the Ta Su Ancestral God grew even more grim.

It could only be said that the Taixuan Ancestral God truly deserved her reputation as one of the oldest surviving Ancestral Gods to this day. Her schemes and methods were far more terrifying than they had imagined. And just as the surrounding Ancestral Gods were still trembling in shock from what had just happened, the Taixuan Ancestral God—who had already retreated far away—suddenly vanished from her original position.

She moved like a faint shadow, and in a single step appeared beneath the fishing hook. Under her wide, empty sleeves, a radiant brilliance began to surge, shimmering like crystalline rain—brilliant and dazzling.

At the same time, the “bait” hanging from the hook also erupted in dazzling light, as if it had been activated. A surge of divine power burst forth, breaking free from the hook in an instant and flying back into the empty sleeves of the Taixuan Ancestral God, reattaching itself to her.

The jade-like arm was crystal clear and delicate, its fingers slender and fair, exuding a faint fragrance. Dense divine substances radiated from it, resembling a luminous moon wrapped in radiant mist.

“My arm—do you think you are worthy of taking it?”

She flexed the arm that had returned to her, her expression calm and indifferent. Her gaze swept across all the Ancestral Gods present, her voice cold and merciless, carrying an overwhelming arrogance that looked down upon all living beings.

The Ta Su Ancestral God felt a sense of conviction and could not help but admire her. After witnessing the fall of the Nine-Ao Ancestral God, only the Taixuan Ancestral God still had the courage to compete for that portion of origin power. The others had already been thoroughly intimidated and did not dare to act rashly.

Such boldness and careful planning—even when heavily injured—was not something they could contend with.

The other Ancestral Gods also fell silent. Only now did they realize how terrifying the power of the hidden fisherman truly was.

If they had known earlier, they would never have taken such a risk.

“Today’s matter—one day I will personally settle accounts with all of you.” The Taixuan Ancestral God said coldly.

After speaking, a void appeared behind her. Her figure quickly faded into it and disappeared, leaving this place far behind.

The other Ancestral Gods’ expressions turned ugly. They had tried to profit but instead suffered losses. Once the Taixuan Ancestral God recovered, she would surely come for them.

When she fought the Nine-Ao Ancestral God earlier, she had definitely not used her full strength. After all, she was someone who could retreat alive from that terrifying existence, even if she had lost an arm. Meanwhile, the Nine-Ao Ancestral God could not even withstand a single hand and was effortlessly crushed to death.

The difference in strength was obvious at a glance.

“Just which existence in the present vast expanse possesses such terrifying power?”

A shadow of unease rose in the hearts of the Ancestral Gods. They did not dare linger any longer, fearing that the hidden fisherman, upon realizing he had hooked the wrong target, might descend again.

At that point, they might end up sharing the same fate as the Nine-Ao Ancestral God.

Soon, the Ta Su Ancestral God, Zhu Wu Ancestral God, and the others also quickly vanished, leaving this sea of space-time and erasing all traces and causal connections of their existence.

The sea of space-time once again returned to calm. Waves occasionally rose, shimmering under the moonlight. The vast expanse remained, though the moon wheel was now stained with traces of blood.

Not long after the Ancestral Gods left, the gods hiding in the shadows also emerged, turning into streaks of light as they chased after the scattered divine blood and shattered godhood fragments.

From the very beginning, there had actually been many gods secretly observing everything.

However, they were well aware of their own limitations and could not interfere in a battle at the Ancestral God level, let alone compete for that portion of origin power.

They only hoped to take advantage of the chaos and pick up scraps—even the slightest remnants would be a tremendous fortune.

But who could have imagined that they would witness such a scene?

The Ancestral Gods, nearly invincible in their eyes, were actually crushed and killed by a single hand descending across time and space, their blood splattering across the sky and staining the entire sea of space-time red.

The scene was too terrifying and shocking, causing their divine flames to nearly freeze and their godhoods to almost shatter from fear.

Fortunately, whether for the Ancestral Gods or the hidden fisherman, they were nothing more than insignificant ants. No one cared about them.

Thus, only now did they have the opportunity to scramble for the scattered fragments of Nine-Ao Ancestral God’s shattered godhood.

They could no longer imagine what kind of storm and upheaval this would bring to the countless divine kingdoms and universes.

“Was it really calculated by you… just as you expected?”

At the same time, the surface of the pond shattered, mist churned. Gu Changge casually retracted the fishing line, looking at the broken golden radiant mass in his hand, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

If his thoughts were so easily seen through, why would he need to lay such a scheme?

The Taixuan Ancestral God believed that he had used this bait to lure her out and force her enemies to act against her.

So she went along with it, deliberately using this scheme to borrow Gu Changge’s hand to kill her enemies, retrieve her severed arm amid the chaos, and then retreat successfully…

However, from the very beginning, Gu Changge’s plan was simply to smoothly return that severed arm to its rightful owner.

“The divine civilization side no longer needs me to divert any more attention. The Zhengyi Alliance will probably not be able to restrain itself for much longer…”

Gu Changge casually tossed that mass of origin power into a teapot as he contemplated another important matter.

The Tianzhong and the Bajunzong had now gradually re-emerged into the world. Next, these two factions—both inheriting the legacy of the “Heavenly Command Organization”—would inevitably erupt into an internal war over dominance.

The Bajunzong would not allow the Tianzhong to monopolize power, especially now that the Tianzhong had already formed a peace alliance with the Zhengyi Alliance and begun collecting the source energy needed for the great sacrifice.

Under such circumstances, the Bajunzong must find a way to restrain the Tianzhong’s growth. Otherwise, by the time the Tianzhong truly revealed its fangs, it would already be too late.

After the collapse of the “Substitute Heaven” organization, it split into the Tianzhong faction and the Bajunzong faction.

But regardless of whether it was Tianzhong or Bajunzong, neither side was ever truly stable or peaceful. Open and covert struggles, schemes and betrayals—these had never been absent.

Even during the current emergence of dark beings, different voices and opinions had already arisen within the Tianzhong itself.

“If the Bajunzong and Tianzhong do not descend into internal war and mutual suppression, then the hidden great fish behind the scenes will not easily reveal itself. The current vast expanse… is still not chaotic enough.” Gu Changge frowned slightly.

When figures like the old man Raven came to find Gu Changge, he deliberately revealed his identity. In truth, it was all for this very day.

He knew that his identity would be known by the Tianxie faction and the Shaoyin faction behind Raven and the others—but that was precisely part of his plan.

Gu Changge wanted certain people to know that he had already “awakened,” yet due to some unknown reason, he could not openly declare his return to all realms.

“It’s about time… to give all living beings a sense of urgency. The place where darkness originates should once again appear in this world…”

Gu Changge raised his eyes, his expression profound, gazing into the void before him—as if piercing through endless layers of time and space, landing upon a distant, vast, and desolate realm.

There, eternal darkness shrouded everything in dense black mist. It was cold, deep, and utterly lifeless. Broken fragments of universes and cracks in space-time were everywhere. All order in heaven and earth had long since withered and fallen there.

It was dead silent. Darkness covered the land, filled with ravines and fractures, from which black mist continuously surged like breath. It seeped out from the cracks in space-time, as if contaminating all realms and corrupting every universe.

It seemed that all dark matter in existence flowed and originated from this place. This was the source of darkness itself—unchanged since ancient times, as though it had always existed.

The heavens above were dark and oppressive, devoid of life. A strange and ominous aura lingered everywhere. Throughout endless ages, almost no living being had ever set foot here.

And at the deepest part of this land of calamity—the origin of darkness—A withered, decayed world tree stood there.

Its branches, once capable of supporting countless realms, had long since died. Its leaves had not yet fallen, but they were already yellowed, devoid of life, incapable of giving birth to any world. They were marked by endless corrosion from darkness.

Countless ancient symbols were inscribed upon this world tree. Even now, terrifying power still lingered in some of them, though many had already dimmed and been erased beyond recognition.

Thick, boundless chains forged from rare and supreme “Primordial Mother Gold” coiled around it, locking it down tightly—as if to suppress it eternally, using it as a formation eye to seal something beneath.

At the base of the world tree, tangled roots spread endlessly, like countless dead true dragons coiling together into a dense and chaotic network.

From the cracks between them, rich dark matter continuously erupted like a volcanic explosion, forming a pitch-black river.

This once eternally silent and frozen land suddenly began to emit sounds.

Rumble—It roared like something terrifying was trying to break free from its seal. Endless dark matter boiled, surging upward like a black tide that threatened to engulf the heavens.

On the withered world tree, countless Dao symbols manifested, brilliant and dazzling, like suns ignited one after another, attempting to illuminate and drive away the darkness.

Clang! Clang!

The withered leaves collided violently, sounding like entire worlds crashing into one another—an echo that struck fear into all beings, as though the world itself were being destroyed.

In the dim heavens, six faint, hazy rays of light emerged. Though blurred and nearly extinguished, they still formed divine patterns that transformed into torrents of power, trying to suppress the trembling world tree and prevent the existence sealed beneath from breaking free.

Within those six hazy lights, one could vaguely see the shadows of six different weapons—an ancient mirror, a gate, a pool, a coffin, a wheel, and a scripture.

However, these were only projections, not true forms. Their light was rapidly fading, their remaining power being worn away and erased.

On this day, throughout the vast expanse—countless time-spaces, universes, and worlds—endless beings witnessed this scene. It was as if the heavens had turned transparent, revealing a mysterious, unknown, cold, and boundless dark realm reflected within.