I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1809. The Ancestor of the Luo Clan Should Be Called the “Pseudo-Heaven Era”

At the same time, beyond the world in Luo Clan territory, one of the former Eight Divisions of the “Fatian” organization, after the collapse of Fatian, the Luo Clan also disappeared from the eyes of the world.

Even the other factions among the Eight Divisions knew very little about the Luo Clan’s whereabouts.

Moreover, the “Heaven Tribe” had always been searching for the various divisions that once swept away the foundation of Fatian, borrowing the power contained in the Burial World Coffin to continuously launch invasions and killings. This caused the Luo Clan to spend a long period in wandering exile.

It was only after the Luo Clan’s ancestral forebear, Luo Lord, was severely injured and passed away—using supreme methods in his final moments to sever the connection between the Luo Clan and the myriad worlds—that the Luo Clan gradually stabilized. They secluded themselves beyond the world, no longer interfering with the affairs of the vast expanse.

Many members of the Luo Clan firmly believed that their ancestral forebear had not died, and that at some point in the future, he would return. Thus, every few eras, they would select descendants with the purest and most concentrated bloodline as sacrifices, offering them to the ancestor, so as to illuminate the path of his return from the endless darkness of the Nine Netherworld.

Luo Xiangjun’s escape from the Luo Clan, and her becoming a “thief,” was precisely because she had personally witnessed the entire process in which her parents and clan members were sacrificed by their own people.

During that process, her parents and others showed no resistance whatsoever. Instead, they were immersed in it, regarding their ability to become sacrifices to the ancestor as an incomparably glorious honor.

Luo Xiangjun believed that the entire Luo Clan had gone mad—sacrificing generation after generation of clansmen for a faith that had long since died, no longer existed, and was nothing more than an illusion, in exchange for that faint hope.

Such a pathological, insane clan would eventually perish and be destroyed in the vast expanse.

Unfortunately, after fleeing for many years, she still once again stepped onto this land filled with despair and bleak catastrophe. Especially after learning from the Eternal Primordial God that the Luo Clan’s ancestor might not have died, but instead, like him, had deceived heaven and hidden himself.

The elders of the Luo Clan had already received news of Luo Xiangjun and were waiting for her arrival in the ancestral hall.

The Great Elder of the Luo Clan was a man with silver hair, full of vigor and energy. He wore a silver robe, his face marked by the traces of time, and his eyes shone with silver light.

In his pupils were two cross-shaped fissures. Threads of silver light seeped out, permeating the air with the aura of spacetime—extremely astonishing.

This was a natural trait of the Luo Clan. They were born with the ability to manipulate spacetime power. Luo Xiangjun usually concealed this, otherwise, with her cultivation level, she would not even be able to touch many ancient tombs, let alone escape from them.

The reason she dared to accept the key to the Eternal Secret Vault from Gu Changge was precisely because of her clan’s innate ability.

“The burial place of the ancestor is in the deepest part of the ancestral hall’s cemetery, where the heroic spirits of my Luo Clan have long slept…”

“If a senior wishes to go, please follow me.”

The Great Elder of the Luo Clan led the Eternal Primordial God toward the cemetery, while Luo Xiangjun followed behind.

She did not know how the Eternal Primordial God had managed to convince the Great Elder of the Luo Clan with just a few words, nor how he had agreed to bring him to the burial place of Luo Lord’s eternal sleep.

But there must have been some connection between the Luo Clan and the Eternal Primordial Ancestor.

The Eternal Primordial God was also far from an ordinary ancestral god. Whether it was the spacetime dao mastered by Luo Lord, or the time dao controlled by the Eternal Primordial God, both were among the most profound and supreme dao in existence.

Even beings at the Ancestral Dao realm found it extremely difficult to deeply comprehend or cultivate either spacetime or time.

The Luo Clan’s cemetery was built deep in the back mountain. Though called a cemetery, it was actually a towering ancient mountain.

Surrounding it were ancient trees reaching into the sky, their branches and leaves so dense they blocked out the heavens. The ground was pitch-black, as if soaked in blood. Wisps of blood-colored mist lingered in the air. One could see tombs stacked one after another, extending up the mountain like a staircase.

Each tomb contained no corpse. When Luo Clan members died, their bodies would immediately disintegrate into countless fragments. These tombs were merely symbolic cenotaphs.

On the way up the mountain, Luo Xiangjun saw the graves of her own parents. A trace of sorrow flashed through her beautiful eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

Her parents had willingly become sacrifices. No, in fact, all the tombs on this mountain—all the sleeping heroic spirits of the Luo Clan—had done so voluntarily.

They returned to the embrace of Luo Lord, and until the moment of sacrifice, they were calm and honored.

She paid no further attention and did not grieve for them.

At the highest point of the cemetery stood a grand, square tombstone of immense scale. There were no weeds nearby. The surrounding spiritual trees were lush and verdant, their branches ancient and coiled like true dragons, towering into the sky, creating a solemn and tranquil atmosphere.

After bringing the Eternal Primordial God here, the Great Elder of the Luo Clan respectfully withdrew and did not disturb him further. However, when he saw Luo Xiangjun, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, though he did not take her away as well.

After Luo Xiangjun left the clan, she was not pursued by the Luo Clan. In truth, the Luo Clan did not force every member to become a sacrifice; they respected each individual’s choice.

Her return this time was quite unexpected to the Great Elder.

After all, he had watched Luo Xiangjun grow up. Among her generation, she possessed the highest talent and the purest, most concentrated bloodline—surpassing even her parents.

“Empty tomb… not even an empty coffin.”

After the Great Elder left, the Eternal Primordial God slowly shook his head, his gaze thoughtful.

“According to my understanding of Luo, it is impossible for him to have been besieged and killed. The Eight Divisions of Fatian never interfered with each other, and it is unlikely they would jointly attack him. The Heaven Tribe’s goal was to reclaim Fatian’s lost foundation; they also would not seek his life.”

“Then how was he actually heavily injured?”

Luo Xiangjun stood quietly behind him, saying nothing.

She did not care whether Luo Lord was alive or dead. All she wanted now was for the Eternal Primordial God to let her go. As for the “transcendence general outline” he had once promised her, she no longer dared to hope for it.

“Luo is not dead.”

“If he intends to hide, even I may not be able to find him. In the Dao of spacetime, there are probably very few who can match him.”

The Eternal Primordial God scanned the cemetery, deep in thought.

He neither commented nor showed any sympathy towards the Luo Clan’s practice of sacrificing themselves to revive their ancestor. He himself was a primordial being, born with innate knowledge of his own purpose. He would not change his will because of any person or event.

Thus, he would not feel pity or compassion.

He only wanted to find Luo Lord. In the coming great chaos of the vast expanse, it would be difficult for him alone to stand his ground, let alone manipulate events or secure benefits.

With Luo Lord’s assistance, and their past connection, he would have confidence to seize advantages in the chaos.

The greater the chaos, the better the opportunity to “fish in troubled waters.” Those hidden existences that never dared to show themselves would inevitably become restless.

So would he.

“Luo once followed the Lord of Fatian. He must understand his methods. Hiding early… perhaps he foresaw something…”

Suddenly, the Eternal Primordial God realized something, his expression changing unpredictably. He stared intently at the empty tomb before him and made a decision. With a wave of his hand, layers of restriction vanished. The mountain trembled, and a massive crack appeared, revealing a bronze coffin below.

The coffin had already been opened, surrounded by a surge of blood light and spatial aura, creating a hazy scene.

Before Luo Xiangjun could react, the Eternal Primordial God swept his sleeve and threw her directly into the coffin.

Buzz!!!

A violent tremor erupted. A terrifying aura briefly surged, then quickly subsided into silence.

“Indeed… you are here.”

The Eternal Primordial God revealed a cold smile and stepped into the coffin as well, disappearing instantly.

In the next moment, the blurred scenery before them became clear. A valley filled with birdsong and floral fragrance appeared—beautiful scenery, lakes reflecting mountains.

In the distance, flowing water formed a jade-green lake. Further away, a massive silver waterfall thundered down from the Ninth Heaven, stirring immense waves and mist.

In this entire world, there was no trace of any dao or law. Time and space seemed completely frozen.

Luo Xiangjun stood not far from the Eternal Primordial God, her expression uncertain and alarmed.

She did not understand what had happened, but she knew he had used her to test the mechanism by throwing her into the coffin.

If a lethal restriction had triggered, she would have instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Coldness flashed in her beautiful eyes, but she forcibly suppressed it.

“Inexistent in past, present, and future… transforming oneself into Dao and merging with this world. A fine method.”

“In this way, heaven decays but you do not, all worlds perish but you remain eternal. Even if the vast expanse collapses, you transcend it all. As expected of you, Luo…”

The Eternal Primordial God praised, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

At that moment, the sky rumbled violently. Above the clear sky, ripples spread and formed a gigantic closed-eye face. It was so enormous that it covered the entire sky—in fact, the sky itself was that face.

Under its gaze, Luo Xiangjun felt an overwhelming bloodline suppression, forcing her to kneel.

“Is it you?”

“Eternal?”

After a moment, a voice like the roar of heaven and earth echoed through the world.

Luo Xiangjun could not withstand the pressure, coughing blood, her body forced to the ground, unable to move.

Then—

“Oh? My descendant?”

The pressure dissipated slightly.

Luo Xiangjun finally felt some relief, though she remained shaken. This was the aura of the ancestor. Even a single strand was enough to erase her countless times. And such a being had once willingly followed the so-called Lord of Fatian.

“Long time no see, old friend.”

The Eternal Primordial God smiled calmly.

“Indeed, only you could find this place.”

The world rumbled again. Clouds gathered, mountains shook, rivers reversed, and water surged upward like blood returning to the sky.

A silver-haired man descended, wearing a silver robe, his expression cold and sharp. His brow bore a vertical silver crack, and his eyes were silver as well. He was Luo Lord—the ancestor of the Luo Clan, a primordial being like the Eternal Primordial God.

“You came to find me… it seems you are in trouble?”

Luo Lord looked at him calmly.

“As expected of you,” the Eternal Primordial God said with a smile. “I’ll be brief. Do you understand the current situation of the vast expanse?”

He was clearly both nostalgic and pleased.

There was nothing more joyful to him than reuniting with an old friend after endless years.

After the primordial era ended, the vast expanse was born. Beings like them either died, fled, hid, or were captured. Only a few survived.

He and Luo Lord had taken different paths. He had severed his primordial foundation and rebuilt a postnatal body to avoid detection. Others longed to return to the primordial state, but they did the opposite.

Luo Lord had initially done the same, but later reemerged and followed the Lord of Fatian.

He, on the other hand, continued hiding from the gaze of the higher realms, fearing the surveillance of the “True Land.” Even though the three supreme beings were in slumber, their overwhelming power still manifested as the “Eye of the True Ancestor,” acting as heaven and eliminating all anomalies.

After the primordial era ended, the new heavenly order began purging dissenters. Beings like them were regarded as “anomalies.”

They did not even know whether this new Heaven was the will of those three beings or a naturally born consciousness of the world.

In the primordial era, there was no concept of “Heaven.” All beings followed instinct and the Dao.

If anything existed, it was the Dao itself—interconnected and evolving all things.

The concept of Heaven was a product of the postnatal era.

“…The current situation of the vast expanse?”

Luo Lord frowned and closed his eyes slightly, sensing.

After a moment, he opened them and nodded, his expression becoming solemn.

“You intend to enter the world?” He asked.

The Eternal Primordial God nodded naturally.

“Of course. After waiting for so long, isn’t it for the day I can restore the glory of the primordial era? That was our era. It should not be buried in time like this.”

Luo Lord sighed. “The primordial era is already over. No matter what you do—even if you return to ancient times or recreate chaos—you cannot go back.”

“As long as the Source World exists, the vast expanse will never return to the primordial era.”

“The ‘primordial era’ you want is merely a false one…”

Because the primordial era was defined by the absence of “Heaven,” when beings acted purely by instinct, without restriction.

But in the natural course of the Dao, a “Heaven” would eventually be born. Both the primordial and postnatal eras were just phases of evolution.

However, within that evolution, the Three Ancestors appeared and shattered the Dao, turning their will into what is called “Heaven.”

For them, the current postnatal era should actually be called the “Pseudo-Heaven Era.”