I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1822. You Really Were Scheming Against Me — The Great Dark Sacrifice Begins

Boom!

The entire Dark Territory seemed to be overturned. Endless divine power exploded outward as the Fate Lord and Ancestor Yan attacked simultaneously, displaying terrifying methods never before witnessed throughout past, present, or future. They charged towards the Hall of Acting on Heaven, intending to stop the High Priestess Wuyue from manifesting the body of the demonic halberd.

Yet the High Priestess Wuyue showed no fear whatsoever.

Before the Hall of Acting on Heaven, dark divine radiance surged forth. All dark creatures knelt and prostrated themselves there with absolute devotion, as though they felt neither fear nor dread.

Within that dark divine light came the faint trembling sound of a coffin. A vague bronze coffin lay suspended there. It seemed that a crack had opened in it, from which hazy, illusory light poured out, making it impossible to see what lay within.

In an instant, the terrifying assault that had been launched was submerged by the dark divine light, then transformed into a black torrent that swept backward into the Hall of Acting on Heaven.

The hall stood firm and immovable, without the slightest tremor.

Only the phantom of the World-Burying Coffin in the void grew increasingly solid, as if it were about to burst forth from the hall itself.

Endless blood-colored light flooded heaven and earth, reflecting across the ages of all worlds.

Ancestor Xu, who was battling the three chief priests, seemed completely unsurprised by this scene.

Beneath his wide sleeves, immeasurable radiance erupted.

With a raised palm, he evolved a cosmos of primal chaos. It was as though three thousand great worlds were being born and destroyed within the void, colliding toward the three chief priests.

Within the traces of their battle, all scenes continuously shifted, as though the struggle stretched from ancient times into the present.

The cold-faced chief priest, though wounded, showed no fear.

His sword whistled through the air and slashed downward. The River of Time blurred and evaporated.

All traces of existence dissipated.

Another chief priest uncorked a jade bottle. Primordial light emerged, and countless Great Dao runes evolved, transforming into a vast river.

Within it flowed the auras of fate and time, capable of drowning all things.

The third chief priest activated an ancient seal. Boundless power erupted as it pressed forward.

“Fellow Daoists, we cannot waste any more time. Stop her at once!”

Ancestor Xu also spoke, appearing far less relaxed than before.

BOOM!!!

There was no need for him to say more. Both Ancestor Yan and the Fate Lord had already felt the terrifying pressure.

Above the Hall of Acting on Heaven, the demonic halberd stretched across the heavens. Its vague shadow seemed capable of crushing everything.

The powers of fate, time, and space became chaotic before it.

Ancestor Yan’s expression had already changed completely. Gone was his earlier ease and confidence.

With a roar, the boundless black hole behind him expanded endlessly.

Like a dark sun rising from the land of darkness, it absorbed all energy and matter, devouring every ray of light. He pushed forward with both hands, as though driving that black sun toward the enemy.

The worlds rumbled.

It resembled a world-destroying millstone crushing all living beings. Endless dark energy cascaded around him like waterfalls, surrounding him like an unparalleled fiend.

However, High Priestess Wuyue merely remained cold and expressionless. Her hands lifted upward.

A peerlessly sharp killing intent instantly locked onto Ancestor Yan.

The Fate Lord sensed this killing intent as well. His expression changed slightly. Without hesitation, his figure vanished from where he stood.

This was true killing intent.

No matter which timeline, universe, or realm he fled to, he would not be able to evade it. It was like a heavenly decree severing one’s fate.

An inescapable karmic bond.

The only solution was to sever that karma at this very moment. He had no idea what terrifying consequence would result from being pierced by the phantom of that demonic halberd.

Yet his instincts warned him that something had gone terribly wrong.

The fog of destiny that he had previously been unable to perceive was now partially dispersed.

Within those revealed visions, he saw a future where he himself was covered in blood.

Pfft…

And at the instant the Fate Lord disappeared—

Ancestor Yan let out a miserable scream nearby.

The black hole before him split apart.

A terrifying phantom halberd had pierced him at some unknown moment. Its cold light nailed him into the void.

Black blood flowed continuously. Every drop contained unimaginable power, yet now it could not move at all.

The faces of all the experts of the Yan Demon Host changed drastically. They could not believe that their ancestor had been skewered in the heavens.

His true body coughed blood endlessly and appeared utterly ruined.

High Priestess Wuyue frowned. She had not sensed any feedback from the strike.

“You’ve fallen into my trap! Hahaha…”

Even while screaming in agony, Ancestor Yan suddenly burst into laughter. The black hole before him began shrinking.

The fractured edges continuously dissolved into countless strands of mist.

They wound themselves around the phantom halberd like eternal black-gold vines, binding it firmly.

Using his own body as a prison, he sought to refine the phantom halberd into himself.

“I followed the Acting Heaven Lord for so many years. How could I not know his methods?”

“How could I possibly fail to anticipate that you possessed such a technique?”

“I have been waiting for this very day.”

“I long ago fused my true body with dark matter.”

“I am darkness, and darkness is me.”

“I stand within the Great Dark Realm, empowered by its infinite might.”

“Countless immortal formations are engraved within it.”

“I have been waiting to refine this phantom weapon.”

“Your move has merely fulfilled my wishes.”

Ancestor Yan laughed loudly.

The wound piercing him rapidly healed. Dark matter flowed through it. No flesh or blood could be seen.

He seemed nothing more than a hollow mass of dark mist.

Appearing in the distance, the Fate Lord frowned secretly. He had expected unforeseen developments.

Yet it seemed he had still underestimated Ancestor Yan and Ancestor Xu.

After plotting for so many years, how could they possibly have been unprepared?

How could they not have anticipated the methods of the Eight Tribes?

He had no desire to waste excessive energy here.

Only at his peak state would he be qualified to pursue his own schemes.

Any favors he owed were merely superficial courtesies, much like the promises Ancestor Xu had made.

If matters turned unfavorable, he would flee immediately as he had just done. He would never willingly exhaust himself in such a place. If things proceeded smoothly, however, he did not mind lending a hand.

“Is that so?”

“Then did you foresee this?”

High Priestess Wuyue’s cold, indifferent voice rang out.

Yet now it carried a trace of emotion.

Mockery.

Contempt.

Before the Hall of Acting on Heaven, the rumbling of the coffin intensified.

Blood-red light shot into the heavens.

A vast altar emerged.

From within the mist, she extended a jade-white hand and let her own blood drip onto it. Her blood was crystalline and dazzling. It carried a rich fragrance. Yet dark energy flowed within it. And inside that mass of blood seemed to be wrapped a hazy ball of light.

The blood flowed continuously, carrying that glowing sphere as it fell onto the altar.

High Priestess Wuyue’s aura weakened. Even the mist surrounding her began to disperse. One could vaguely glimpse her slender, graceful figure. Her skin was white as jade.

A gauzy dress, like drifting mist, covered her body. Everything appeared hazy and indistinct.

The jade-white hand itself seemed to lose all color. Yet she did not stop. She continued allowing her blood to drip.

As the blood fell upon the altar, the entire Dark Territory seemed to come alive. Infinite dark matter surged towards it wildly.

The flood was overwhelming. Even the Land of Dark Origin beyond all worlds began trembling.

Some force seemed to be summoning it.

The next moment—A gigantic ancient bronze coffin, covered in endless Great Dao runes, suddenly burst from the Hall of Acting in Heaven.

The sealing symbols engraved upon it were being erased one after another.

A mysterious aura descended upon the altar and resonated with the bronze coffin. The coffin within seemed to come alive.

A rhythmic breathing emerged. Each breath resembled oceans rising and falling like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.

The pressure was so immense that the souls of all dark beings felt as though they would shatter.

Before the Hall of Acting on Heaven, Jing Tianyuan looked at that glowing sphere. His entire body trembled with excitement and exhilaration. He nearly knelt down in worship.

That object had been personally entrusted to him by Gu Changge and brought to the Nightmare Demon Domain for delivery to High Priestess Wuyue. He did not know what it was. But he knew that after sensing its aura, High Priestess Wuyue had been overcome with extreme shock and excitement.

That emotion had lingered for a very long time.

Ancestor Xu, still battling the three chief priests, had shown no emotional fluctuations throughout.

It seemed as though the three priests had completely tied him down. But now, upon witnessing Wuyue’s actions, his expression finally changed.

Without hesitation, he withdrew from battle and roared angrily, “You truly are a madwoman!”

“So you really made contact with the Acting Heaven Lord long ago!”

Ancestor Yan and the Fate Lord still did not understand what he meant. They could not comprehend why his expression had changed so dramatically. Yet both of them sensed something deeply wrong.

“Could it be… the Acting Heaven Lord has truly revived?”

Ancestor Yan’s expression changed repeatedly as he stared at Ancestor Xu. However, Ancestor Xu ignored him entirely.

At that moment, the entire Dark Territory trembled.

The boundless Great Dark Realm was immeasurably vast. Terrifying dark runes shot upward from the borders and barriers of the realm.

High Priestess Wuyue’s condition continued to change. It seemed as though she was sacrificing herself.

But in reality, the entire Dark Territory had transformed into a gigantic sacrificial altar. Every living being within this domain became fuel upon that altar.

Endless dark radiance erupted from her body. Her gaze towards Ancestor Xu and the others was utterly indifferent.

Fear.

Despair.

Horror.

Dread.

These emotions swept through the entire Great Dark Realm like tidal waves.

All living beings of the Eight Tribes were engulfed by terror. Some attempted to flee. But the dark runes rising into the sky instantly erased them.

They transformed into torrents of energy that merged into the altar.

“You really were scheming against me.”

The Fate Lord’s expression quickly turned ugly.

At last, he understood where the vision he had seen earlier had come from.

It was not killed by the phantom halberd. It was his true fate—Bleeding to death here.

Becoming sacrificial fuel. He had already attempted countless calculations.

Once the altar was completed, no one could escape.

Not even him. This was a dead end.

Ancestor Xu’s expression was equally grim. He denied the accusation.

“Do you think I was not also deceived?”

“However, this has confirmed my previous suspicions.”

“He truly set this trap to lure me out.”

“Heh.”

“If this had succeeded, I would have obtained his body and achieved true transcendence and freedom.”

“Unfortunately, he was one move ahead.”

“My plan failed.”

As the words fell, Ancestor Xu’s figure dimmed.

A terrifying aura surged from within him. His Dao Fruit cracked apart. He made no attempt to struggle. Knowing it was meaningless.

Then—Bang!

His body exploded into ashes and vanished.

“You…!”

The Fate Lord’s expression looked as though he had swallowed something foul.

Ancestor Xu had used him and all the experts of the Eight Tribes as gambling chips.

If successful, he would advance further. If unsuccessful, he would still obtain valuable information and test the truth.

No matter the outcome, Ancestor Xu lost nothing. Only he would suffer catastrophic losses.

Clearly, Ancestor Xu had long prepared to abandon everything here. That was why this incarnation did not hesitate at all.

He discarded it immediately.

Ancestor Yan was stunned as well. Soon he understood Ancestor Xu’s intentions. His emotions shifted from fury—to bitterness—to despair.

At their level, one glance was enough to know whether any chance of survival remained. High Priestess Wuyue clearly carried a portion of the Acting Heaven Lord’s original essence.

Only because of this could she borrow the power of the World-Burying Coffin and transform the entire Great Dark Realm into a sacrificial altar.

From ancient times until now, no being had ever escaped once placed upon a Grand Sacrificial Altar.

Boom!

Ancestor Yan was equally decisive.

Knowing there was no path of survival and that this had always been a desperate gamble—His enormous body exploded instantly. He chose self-annihilation rather than futile resistance.

“I am unwilling…”

The Fate Lord quickly calmed himself.

He glanced at the two child attendants who had accompanied him for so many years and sighed.

His entire figure also exploded. He chose death himself. If he resisted, his end would only be more miserable.

Within this Great Dark Realm, even beings as powerful as they were could only retreat before such sacrificial power.

Resistance was impossible.

When a Grand Sacrifice began, even entire worlds could be offered up.

How much less mere living beings?

No matter how powerful they were, they were still sacrifices. Moreover, this sacrifice had been initiated using both High Priestess Wuyue’s own source essence and the source essence left behind by the Acting Heaven Lord.

Who in all existence could escape?

“At least I still have backup plans…”

“It’s just a pity that this body has fallen…”

As his consciousness faded, boundless sacrificial chants echoed throughout the Great Dark Realm. It seemed as though they were summoning some existence back to life.

Before the Hall of Acting in Heaven, High Priestess Wuyue calmly watched everything. She withdrew her bloodless hand.

There was not the slightest surprise on her face.

The source blood bestowed by Gu Changge was her greatest trump card.

Without it, Ancestor Xu might truly have succeeded.

But now—None of that mattered anymore.

“The sacrifice begins.” She spoke.

The four chief priests returned to their positions, standing at the four corners of the altar before the Hall of Acting on Heaven.

All members of the Eight Tribes who had come to attack were transformed into sacrifices.

Not a single exception existed. Even though they belonged to the dark races themselves, they were not spared.

The traitors. The defectors.

Even certain protectors.

None escaped.

All became offerings.

Before the Grand Sacrifice, all beings were equal.

“Ancestor Xu must still have hidden contingencies.”

“He truly is terrifying.”

“Even at this stage, he still hasn’t forced me to act.”

The Fourth Priestess, Qiluo, felt deep fear in her heart.

Had she chosen rebellion, she would undoubtedly have met the same fate.

On this day—Across all worlds.

Across countless timelines and universes. Across innumerable great worlds. Countless living beings witnessed the same sight.

The heavens seemed to become transparent.

A vast, ancient altar appeared reflected above them.

Upon that altar, boundless power gathered. It transformed into a blood-red passageway that pierced through time, space, and reality itself.

It extended beyond primordial chaos towards a mysterious region.

That place was perpetually shrouded in dense dark mist.

Cold.

Deep.

Lifeless.

Everywhere lay shattered fragments of universes and cracks in spacetime. All orders had long withered and collapsed there. The land was dead and silent. Darkness covered everything.

The earth was filled with ravines and chasms. Dark mist constantly poured from them.

Strands of it seeped out through spatial fissures.

It spread toward all worlds, seeking to corrupt the myriad universes.

All dark matter throughout existence seemed to originate from that place. It was the source of darkness itself.

As though it had existed unchanged since the beginning of eternity.

The sky there was gloomy and dark. Not a trace of life existed. Ominous and strange auras lingered everywhere. For endless ages, almost no living being had ever set foot there.

That place was the Land of Dark Origin.