I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 883: King Luo’s shock and anger, misfortunes never come alone

Efforts were made to disperse the dense fog using spiritual energy, but instead, it thickened and spread boundlessly, engulfing everyone. Fearing potential mishaps, the immortal king paused and sought alternative solutions.

The thick fog soon dissipated to their relief, revealing a clear sky and distant star field. One immortal king voiced suspicions, “It doesn’t feel like stumbling upon ruins; I suspect someone has established a terrible formation…”

Another immortal king shared the sentiment, “I feel the same. Ruins would exhibit spatial fluctuations. This seems more like an ancient maze, causing the fog to come and go swiftly.”

In this location, seven immortal kings represented the most potent force in the present Immortal Realm. Accompanying them were numerous true immortals, a force capable of dominating any Immortal Realm.

The elderly-looking immortal king from the Wang family shook her head, emphasizing the urgency of reaching the Southern Immortal Realm without further delay. Meanwhile, a regal figure in golden battle armor descended from the void, expressing concern, “I can’t quite place it, but I feel a persistent unease as if someone is conspiring against me.”

“Brother Luo, your instincts are not to be dismissed lightly. Exercise caution during the journey to the Hongmen Banquet,” advised another Immortal King from the Wang family, reacting to the unsettling revelation.

He shared a strong bond with the imposing figure in the golden armor before him, none other than King Luo. In a parallel connection, he intended to unite Luo Wang Mansion with his own, aspiring for Luo Xuan, a descendant of Luo Wang, to wed Wang Ziji.

However, King Luo opted not to bring the descendant on this journey, evidently concerned about potential accidents that might sever the lineage. He deliberately allowed many clan members to depart, maintaining a safeguard. Besides Wang Ziji, the Wang family had few younger generations, all concealed in a hidden world.

There are few things in this world that can unsettle me.

Luo Wang furrowed his brows. He could only perceive an expansive and impenetrable fog ahead despite attempting to deduce the situation. As an immortal king capable of traversing the river of time, understanding matters related to oneself proved challenging, with the past, present, and future obscured.

The procession of immortal kings persisted in their journey toward the Southern Immortal Realm, facing vast distances spanning hundreds of millions of miles and several universes.

The route was fraught with chaotic turbulence and void storms, even for an Immortal King skilled in traversing the universe. The inherent risks in these perilous realms could make even an Immortal King bleed and face the threat of death, persisting through countless disasters in the immortal domain’s history.

They encountered a momentary halt as the group approached the universe housing the Southern Immortal Realm. The Immortal Kings sensed a lingering, ominous fluctuation, indicating a past encounter with an Immortal King-level entity. The aftermath of a fierce battle left the surrounding universe in ruins, with destroyed star fields and pervasive signs of decay scattered throughout.

“What came out there?”

“There was a fierce battle involving at least a few Immortal Kings.”

An aged Immortal King from the Central Immortal Domain spoke resonantly, his gaze intensifying. The sight before descending into the Southern Immortal Realm was genuinely shocking. Many began to speculate if an Immortal King met their demise here, given the lingering and terrible aura.

“This journey seems plagued by misfortune. Exercise caution upon reaching the Southern Immortal Realm,” cautioned some Immortal Kings to their descendants, wearing solemn expressions and carrying heavy hearts.

“Ziji, this path is perilous. Why not turn back?” urged the elderly-looking Immortal King from the Wang family, seemingly intent on sending Wang Ziji back. The residual aura in this place triggered palpitations and unease.

At least four or five Immortal Kings had appeared, evident from the explosive release of their auras. It didn’t take much speculation to grasp the severity of what had occurred.

Wang Ziji, clad in pristine white attire, exuding elegance like a woodland immortal, shook her head firmly, stating, “No, we’ve come this far.”

The area lay in ruins, with laws shattered and vast portions reduced to nothingness. The restoration of vitality would demand tens of millions of years.

As a group of Immortal Kings attempted to breach the boundary barrier outside the Southern Immortal Realm, they faced resistance from vigilant cultivators guarding the perimeter.

A genuine immortal, adorned in feathers, displayed a mix of fear and anger as he rang an ancient bell, signaling nearby powerhouses to converge swiftly.

In the past, facing numerous Immortal Kings, this cultivator would not have dared to speak so boldly and would have succumbed to their unparalleled aura. However, the current situation was different—just moments ago, in the universe beyond the Southern Immortal Realm. The Immortal Kings’ figures exploded, obliterated instantly under the palm of an overwhelming force, transforming into a cascade of luminous particles scattered across the sky.

This confidence pulsated in his heart as he stood in the sky, addressing all the Immortal Kings from the Central Immortal Realm with a mix of shock and anger on his face. These very Immortal Kings had nearly eradicated the Southern Immortal Realm.

What’s happening?

The Immortal Kings from the Central Immortal Realm were momentarily stunned, bewildered by the unexpected turn of events. They were confused and uncertain about the unfolding scene, finding it incredible and dreamlike that a true immortal dared to confront all seven of them in this manner. Was this individual fearless or simply indifferent to life?

Several ancient true immortals accompanying them rose to their feet, furrowing their brows as they inquired, “What is the meaning of this, Fellow Daoist? Do you not welcome our presence?”

Shortly after the true immortal of the Southern Immortal Realm rang the ancient bell, several true immortals hastened to the scene, eyeing those from the Central Immortal Realm with vigilance.

Why are these people harboring such hostility toward us?

The Immortal Kings from the Central Immortal Realm wore frowns, facing an unprecedented situation. If the Southern Immortal Realm weren’t in a precarious state, they would have likely already initiated an attack; there was no room for humiliation regarding Immortal Kings.

This is quite troublesome.

King Luo coldly snorted, extending his massive hand to traverse the sky. He seized the true immortal, exuding a terrifying aura resembling an overturning sea, unstoppable by anyone present.

All the true immortals quivered, their legs weak as they involuntarily knelt. This showcased the unrivaled power of the Immortal King, reducing the true immortals to mere, slightly more giant ants in his presence.

He delved into the memory of the true immortal, seeking to understand the origins of the pervasive hostility from the Southern Immortal Realm. However, as he witnessed the memories unfold, particularly concerning the previous battle, King Luo’s face shifted to hues of blue.

In the recollections, the towering dao body of the immortal king standing in the sky had identified himself as King Luo before everyone from the Southern Immortal Realm, uttering incendiary words. The figure further intensified the conflict, drawing others like moths to a flame, attempting to counteract the Southern Immortal Realm.

“Damn, someone is trying to set me up…”

King Luo roared suddenly, his face alternating between shades of blue and white. The shock emanating from him shattered stars within a radius of tens of millions of miles. He finally comprehended the source of his restlessness and feeling targeted.

During the previous battle, it became apparent that someone had assumed King Luo’s identity and sowed discord. Even though he hadn’t revealed his proper form, the words spoken by the imposter had effectively tainted King Luo’s reputation. Without substantial evidence, the perception among those present was that King Luo had orchestrated those actions.

Who is plotting against me? I bear no grudges with anyone.

King Luo expressed profound sadness and anger. Examining the true immortal’s memories revealed that the battle had entangled itself with mysterious secrets.

“What transpired here?”

King Luo’s reaction took aback the other Immortal Kings, and collectively delved into that part of the memory. Their expressions changed, although not as dramatically as King Luo’s; they, too, sensed something amiss, their faces clouded with uncertainty.

“Who is framing my Central Immortal Realm?”

“This is extremely malicious.”

The immortal king, resembling an older woman from the Wang family, spoke with a grave expression, suspecting that someone had set a trap. The sudden thick fog that ensnared them seemed too coincidental, deliberately detaining them and casting suspicion upon them.

In the face of such a situation, no matter their explanations or solemn oaths, dispelling suspicion would prove challenging. Ordinary oaths of heaven held little sway when dealing with many Immortal Kings.

The rest of the Immortal Kings grasped the gravity of the situation, their faces reflecting a mix of displeasure and frustration. It was evident that someone intended to shift blame onto the Central Immortal Realm.

Without conclusive evidence to absolve themselves, the Central Immortal Realm faced the daunting task of proving their innocence. Those orchestrating the scheme from the shadows had successfully muddied the waters, leaving all the immortal kings suspicious.

The five figures involved in the earlier conflict were merely Dao bodies, not their actual forms, making it impossible to completely dispel doubts, especially when someone could manipulate secret treasures to mimic their actions.

This method is truly vicious.

An immortal king couldn’t help but sigh, empathizing with King Luo’s shocked and angry reaction. The impersonation of King Luo, followed by the figure’s self-destruction, had effectively thrown a shadow over King Luo’s reputation. Even with a hundred explanations, it seemed impossible to clarify the situation. The staged suspicious cloud loomed large.

Wang Ziji felt a pang of sympathy for King Luo, understanding the frustration of being unjustly burdened with blame that couldn’t be washed away, no matter how hard one tried.

“It’s like a person minding their own business at home when trouble unexpectedly rains down. I wonder who bears enmity against King Luo? Or could it be that there’s a connection, and the suspicion is merely a pretext to gain sympathy and deflect suspicion?” pondered Wang Ziji. The entire Hongmen Banquet appeared to be marred by disaster.

As the immortal kings attempted to clarify their innocence to the few true immortals present, it became apparent that verbal explanations would not suffice. Fearing that mishandling this situation could drag the entire Central Immortal Realm into turmoil, they swiftly led their troops to the Moon Palace to present a more comprehensive account.

Within the Moon Palace, the banquet was already underway. A group of beautiful maids served an array of delicacies, wines, and fruits, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of ancient immortal gatherings.

The surroundings were adorned with tea houses, intricately carved beams, painted buildings, and the ground paved with the most precious immortal jade. The extravagance of the event was evident in the immortal bamboo forest, where immortal fog intertwined with purple clouds, silver waterfalls cascaded down, and divine light shimmered, recreating the grandeur of ancient times.

In the banquet hall of the Moon King’s Mansion, immortal kings from the Eastern Immortal Realm and the Northern Immortal Realm took their seats individually, followed by their descendants. The atmosphere was laden with tension as toasts and drinks were exchanged.

Amidst the festivities, the Moon King orchestrated captivating performances by beautiful women, their graceful figures moving with immoral elegance. The immortal mist enveloped them, creating an illusion of ascending to the Nine Heavens.

Gu Changge appeared calm and joined in the toasts and drinks, accompanied by a beautiful woman by his side. The Moon King, ever the gracious host, poured the wine, drawing envious glances from onlookers.

Outside the Moon King’s Mansion, bursts of heavenly light illuminated the star field, accompanied by auspicious rosy clouds and the Dao-building expert of golden light tearing through the sky. Numerous figures emerged, heralding the arrival of representatives from the Central Immortal Realm.

“It’s from the Central Immortal Domain,” the Moon King announced, having received the news from the boundary barrier of the Southern Immortal Realm and promptly informing Gu Changge.

Many immortal kings in attendance wore expressions akin to watching a spectacle unfold. While initially surprised by the audacity of the Central Immortal Realm, they now learned the details through the Moon King. However, the integrity of the information remained uncertain.