I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1010 - 1009: Destiny Finally Reveals, Talented Disciples of the World
Chapter 1010 -1009: Destiny Finally Reveals, Talented Disciples of the World
Light interwoven with darkness, death and reincarnation all share the same color as the long sky.
Time and space reflect each other, while destruction, the holy, curses, and life of various natures swirl around.
This ancient path begins to tremble, as yin and yang disperse and the five elements provide sanctuary, causing the entire firmament to shake.
The vast destiny spins at the center of the firmament, at this moment across the Yuan Central Continent, no matter where you are.
Regardless of whether you are a newly born talented disciple or an ancient creature sealed for many years, you can feel this force.
It is the concentration of the era, the position of destiny.
“Destiny has appeared,” someone looks up, murmuring excitedly.
The entire Yuan Central Continent falls into a moment of madness.
The sky is filled with colorful rules, and all forces have summoned back all their disciples.
They quietly await the choice of destiny.
Not just the Imperial Rule Immortal Sects, but countless loose cultivators and their descendants lift their heads to observe destiny.
Isn’t this their opportunity to defy the heavens and change their fates?
To ascend to the Great Emperor, they too can establish their own Imperial Rule Immortal Sects and visit the Heaven Beyond Heavens.
On the Thirteen Islands of the East Sea, a white-clothed youth gazes levelly at the sea surface.
The calm sea surface reflects the colorful sky.
The youth’s white hair is like snow; his eyes are like water.
He mutters to himself: “The sea stretches boundlessly, the sky forms the shore; I ascend the peak, reigning supreme over mountains.”
Above the lofty peaks piercing into the clouds, high into the cloud edges, where space is vast and boundless.
Here, amidst the swirling mist, two young men sit cross-legged on the ground, with a delicate chessboard laid out between them.
The youth in black on the left reclines, pouring wine from a jug into his mouth with a “gurgling” sound.
Immediately tossing the jug aside, he exclaims, lamenting: “I desire to contest for the world, to see who dares to contend.”
Beside him, another wine jug hangs suspended in the air.
Beneath the wine jug, a purple flame sparks without cause, boiling the liquor inside.
The young man in green on the right, however, is much more refined.
He picks up the jug, pours himself a small cup of wine, and smiles, saying: “Brother Zhuo is in high spirits.”
“This destiny arriving is but our grand era,” the youth in black says.
“To fight, we must contend with this destiny, with this grand era, with the talented ones among the myriad of living beings, and even with you, Brother Wen Dian.”
Hearing this, the young man in green bursts into hearty laughter.
Downing the wine in his cup, he declaims, “Debating the world over wine, with my sword I point at the firmament.”
In the Misty Hidden Forest, known as the paradise for monster beasts, a man clad in red, as if stained with fresh blood, wields a long spear in deep combat within the forest.
Behind him, under his feet are the boundless corpses of monster beasts.
Densely packed, they nearly cover the entire ground.
The thick scent of blood permeates the entire forest, with the man’s body dripping blood both his own and that of countless monster beasts.
His eyes are ferocious, his eyebrows bold, his nose resembling a hooked eagle, and his face marked with several scars, writhing like a Qiulong.
Finally, an astonishing spear intent erupts from his weapon, and hundreds of towering ancient trees collapse thunderously.
The body of the last monster beast is also slain, pinned in the air.
The man looks distantly towards destiny, then lets out a profound cold snort.
“Skulls piled high in my hand, a sea of blood surges beneath my spear, flesh sails along the rivers and mountains, the blade of the world never sheathed again.”
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In a distant Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, at this moment the sect stands solemn and dignified, led by the Sect Master as a venerable ancient coffin is summoned forth.
The ancient coffin is crystal clear, its corners hexagon-shaped.
Under the sunlight, the coffin casts a dazzling light.
At this moment, the Sect Master and all the Elders kneel to the ground as the coffin lid is slowly opened.
With a “creak, creak,” the sound is somewhat piercing to the ear.
A figure rises from within the ancient coffin.
He was a youth, his features tender and youthful, appearing to be in his teens.
Clad in a purple dragon robe, he exuded a sense of having wandered out from ancient times.
The youth slowly opened his eyes, and at that moment, the world was vast and hazy.
As if his opening eyes brought day and his closing eyes ushered night.
The sun and the moon orbited within his eyes.
“Sect Master, Destiny has been fulfilled, the era has arrived,” the Sect Master said respectfully below.
“How many years have I been sealed in dust?” the man inquired.
His voice was somewhat hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time, low and pressured.
“Exactly nine thousand nine hundred years,” the Sect Master replied.
“A full epoch indeed,” the youth stood up from the ancient coffin, and at that moment, the purple dragon robe on his body visibly aged at a speed discernible to the naked eye.
The dragon on the robe turned dull; the fabric worn and tattered, a world apart from its former glory.
“In an instant I ascend to the celestial streets, chasing away the stars and the waning moon,” the young man slowly began, speaking calmly.
On Goose Southern Peak, Xu Zimei watched serenely the evolution of Destiny in the firmament.
At times, a hundred Great Daos converged at one point, at times auspicious beasts descended continuously, at times spring rain wandered and formed a seven-colored rainbow.
Earthspring Gold Fountains surged, and heavenly dew descended.
Sun and moon appeared at the same time, sceneries of spring, summer, autumn, and winter unfolded all at once.
With one revolution of the sun and moon, the world divided into black and white.
What used to take a full cycle of twenty-four hours now changed so rapidly it was touching.
The world continuously revolved through cycles of black and white.
Various Great Daos and the myriad of living beings emerged suddenly, the world began to tremble, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
“Destiny is about to converge,” someone murmured to themselves.
Destiny is the essence of an era; when it peels away from the Great Dao, naturally numerous extraordinary phenomena will appear.
The sky poured down torrential rain, lightning flashed and thunder roared throughout the entire void.
All creatures were frightened into hiding.
Such an end-of-days spectacle was moving.
Xu Zimei stood in the courtyard on Goose Southern Peak, with rain falling heavily outside the pavilion.
Xu Qingshan walked in from the yard with an umbrella in hand.
He came into the pavilion, smiling at Xu Zimei, “You’ve been waiting for a long time, haven’t you?”
“Dad, what is your dream?”
With Destiny so close at hand, Xu Zimei, instead, became unhurried.
“What? Planning to take on Destiny to help me fulfill it?” Xu Qingshan replied with a smile.
Xu Zimei fell silent for a long while, then suddenly looked up and asked, “Will you and mom, come with me to Heaven Beyond Heavens?”
With that question, the surroundings became utterly quiet.
Father and son looked into each other’s eyes.
The rain fell, and thunder crashed.
If Xu Qingshan wasn’t planning on going to Heaven Beyond Heavens, Xu Zimei would understand. Perhaps it would be an unknown number of years before he could see his parents again.
To go there, returning would be very difficult.
Moreover, Xu Zimei had a feeling that this journey to Heaven Beyond Heavens, whether he could survive was another question altogether.
“It’s not time for farewells, why talk of such a weighty subject,” Xu Qingshan laughed.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Xu Zimei said.
“What would we do in Heaven Beyond Heavens?” Xu Qingshan retorted.
“To see you?
Even now on Yuan Central Continent, it’s already difficult for you to return once every few years, if you were to go to Heaven Beyond Heavens, I’m afraid even under a stretch of blue sky, it’d be hard to ever meet again.”
