I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 925: Should it be called the Heaven Slayer Alliance? The dark tide is born and destroyed

Since this was God’s will, why not abide by it?

Luo Yanxi sensed that the Gu Changge before her wasn’t ordinary; following him might bring about genuine change.

“Do you want to accompany me?”

Gu Changge was taken aback and gazed at her intently.

She hadn’t fully tapped into her past life strength and hadn’t yet secured a place in the immortal realm. The Dao fruit of the quasi-immortal emperor hinted at her potential to become an unparalleled powerhouse with time.

In the present era, individuals like Luo Yanxi appeared before him frequently. They seemed reborn with a mission, ready to defy the heavens again.

“May I?” Luo Yanxi inquired, earnestly studying his expression.

Gu Changge chuckled unexpectedly. “Do you even know who I am, and why do you wish to follow me?”

Confusion flickered on Luo Yanxi’s face, but she affirmed, “My instinct suggests that following you could truly make a difference.”

Upon hearing this, Gu Changge’s smile faded, replaced by a hint of puzzlement.

“In that case, you’re welcome to join me. Just hope you won’t regret this decision.”

Assessing the current scenario, he contemplated recruiting more trustworthy allies. Those trained in the upper realm were still relatively weak, even as true immortals, struggling to play a significant role. King Luo, Immortal King Xue Xiao, and others in the Immortal Domain would likely fare poorly against terrible figures in the real world despite being true Immortal Kings.

Luo Yanxi standing before him sparked inspiration in Gu Changge.

These superpowers, reborn from reincarnation with their past Dao fruit, were akin to the resurgence of formidable individuals. Each was blessed with extraordinary fortune. Their innate abilities allowed them to reach heights beyond the grasp of ordinary people rapidly.

Furthermore, these individuals shared similar experiences, as Luo Yanxi mentioned. Their homelands, the people or things they once sought to protect, all crumbled over the years and disintegrated during the great upheaval.

In this new life, they carried the obsessions from their previous existence—eager to revive loved ones or restore their homelands.

With such common obsessions and purposes, matters became much more straightforward. Luo Yanxi before Gu Changge exemplified this, although she misunderstood him.

Reflecting on this, Gu Changge felt a desire to chuckle. He pondered the possibility of leveraging their strength, contemplating whether to seize the opportunity to establish a group, naming it the Heaven Slayer Alliance or even the Heaven Slayer League.

Despite the potential backlash associated with such an overt name, Gu Changge dismissed concerns about ominous or weird occurrences. He believed there was nothing in this world that could taint him. Forces bearing names like “heaven slayer” either had formidable backgrounds or were connected to the concept of “heaven.”

“I don’t think I’ll regret it. My intuition assures me that this is the right path,” Luo Yanxi stated again, regaining her composure.

Gu Changge smiled gently and remarked, “The life of insects is but a fleeting moment. In the vast sea, the birth and demise of an ancient world are mere ripples in the tide.”

“Despite our strength, we’ll eventually succumb to the general course of the world,” he continued. Your hesitation today could indeed alter something in the future.

Luo Yanxi paused, momentarily puzzled, struggling to grasp the meaning behind Gu Changge’s words.

However, before she could inquire further, Gu Changge had already stepped towards the depths of the expansive battlefield. Eagerly catching up, she asked, “Then, what should I address you as? In the era preceding mine, people preferred to call me Ancestor Zu or Luo Xian.”

“You can call me whatever you want. But the world tends to label me a devil,” Gu Changge replied faintly.

A devil?

Luo Yanxi was once again taken aback.

The members of the Heavenly Ancient Sect failed to keep pace with Luo Yanxi and ended up losing their way. The vast yellow sand rolled in, and the battlefield appeared eerily desolate and cold beneath the dark sky.

Little Junior Sister.

Song Yunjie sat down in a daze, gazing at the endless battlefield. The rest of the Heavenly Ancient Sect acknowledged their powerlessness; catching up was impossible.

Even the true immortals hesitated to proceed as black mist emanated from various locations ahead. This mist, possessing an eerie sentience, twisted and exploded in the void, releasing an evil spirit that corroded everything with time.

For ordinary beings, this place was an ancient and lifeless zone, shrouded in mist and evil spirits year-round. It resembled a colossal boundary embankment, towering high like a reclined giant.

A powerful force surged from the other side, echoing like colliding worlds that caused the vast battlefield to quake. Waves crashed against the barrier, dispersing and splitting, transforming into vapor that filled the sky.

However, this vapor was intricate, harboring countless small worlds. To the creatures on the boundary embankment, these were mere undulations. Yet, the cultivators residing in those miniature worlds had undergone a lengthy cycle of reincarnation.

This represented the most potent and enigmatic force in the world—a force ceaselessly cycling between the rise and fall of tides, the birth and destruction of worlds.

“The Dark Tides are accelerating,” someone remarked with concern.

I fear the boundary embankment might struggle to contain the dark tide, allowing some waves to breach our side.

Alongside the boundary embankment stood a remarkably majestic yet weathered castle—a battlefield bunker left behind from times past, adorned with numerous runic restrictions. Despite its partial decay, subsequent generations had undertaken repairs, enabling it to endure.

Now, several formidable figures positioned themselves outside the castle. Their expressions were grave as the majestic force relentlessly assaulted the embankment.

The mountains quivered, the ground shook, and the area trembled incessantly. Explosions rocked the terrain, revealing a cosmic rift from which an influx of light and lifeless bodies emerged.

Countless bones lay buried in the rift, with yellow sand underfoot forming vast mounds and rivers. These cosmic and terrifying rift valleys bore the aftermath of the dark waves.

Approaching cultivators risked being pulverized by formidable forces at every turn, a fate even the immortal king dared not to come.