I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 893: The ancestor has a great relationship with Immortal Palace, the city of no return

Here, ancient savage beasts reminiscent of mountain ranges are scattered everywhere. Even the golden-winged roc, cultivated to the level of a true immortal, appears diminutive compared to these formidable creatures.

Riding a hornet, a man transforms into divine light, swiftly traversing the peaks like a comet before vanishing among the mountains and ravines.

Many ancient savage beasts observe the man momentarily, then resume their peaceful demeanor, seemingly unfazed. The undulating mountains stretch majestically and expansively. In the distance, the shadow of a city emerges, with increasing numbers of cultivators and creatures.

It’s Lord Qing Feng.

Around the city, numerous patrolling cultivators express excitement and awe upon seeing the approaching man from afar. Qing Feng nods slightly in acknowledgment but refrains from extensive conversation. He then guides the hornet beast towards the city’s depths.

“Lord Qing Feng intends to reinforce the formation. Cracks have emerged in various places recently, allowing external creatures to infiltrate…”

“Besides Mr. Qing Feng, leaders of the hunting team have dispersed to prevent any breaches at this critical time.”

“Our peace today is owed to them.”

After Qing Feng departs, the patrolling cultivators engage in peaceful discussions.

The Qing Feng under discussion stood as one of the renowned masters in this ancient land, with almost a foot stepping into the realm of Immortal Kings. Simultaneously, he emerged as one of the most promising juniors among several elders, alongside other great commanders who had attained the status of true immortals and were anticipated to ascend to the realm of immortal kings.

During this period, the formation restrictions near the ancient land displayed signs of loosening and disintegration. Some monks from the fairyland unintentionally entered this place, venturing through the wild old forest and reaching the city’s outskirts. Though the vital individuals in the ancient land promptly handled these monks, preventing any disclosure about the ancient land, the incidents left a lingering sense of worry and unease among the local monks.

There was a prevailing fear that the formation might eventually collapse, exposing the area to the outside world and drawing the attention of Xianyu.

After all, the outside world is far from peaceful. Mr. Yu and others ventured out earlier, but they paid a steep price. The two ancestral artifacts, which had suppressed the background from ancient times until now, were shattered and reduced to ashes.

Alas, when luck can no longer be contained, the ancestral aura here will inevitably transform into a dragon and ascend into the sky.

Throughout the years, our rapid cultivation is undeniably linked to our ancestors.

These patrolling cultivators couldn’t conceal their concern. This ancient land, once a paradise sheltered from external disturbances, had harmoniously coexisted with the resident savage beasts.

Some tribes in the depths of the wilderness had also formed amicable bonds with the inhabitants. However, this idyllic life seemed fleeting.

The ancestral formation, holding the boundaries intact, neared collapse, plagued by repeated failures and fragmentation, casting doubt on its ability to endure.

Recently, numerous formidable individuals hastened to the wild ancient forest to address outside cultivators who had mistakenly entered this area. Their efforts included repairing the broken and collapsed barriers, though this was a temporary solution.

As they undertook these measures, news circulated about the reappearance of the devil who had once ravaged the Immortal Palace. A looming shadow enveloped Immortal Domain, instilling fear in countless cultivators.

Exposing themselves to the outside world at this juncture would undoubtedly attract the immediate attention of that ominous devil.

Our ancestor in the ancient land is rumored to be one of the four-star officials of the Immortal Palace, with power second only to the previous palace masters.

While the authenticity of this rumor remained uncertain, the connection between their ancestors and the Immortal Palace was undeniable. Considering the devil’s temperament, it was inevitable that they would not be spared.

These thoughts ushered in a wave of panic, a realization that their tranquil days might be lost forever. In such dire circumstances, they wouldn’t even qualify as cannon fodder.

The situation is far from optimistic; pessimism looms everywhere.

Mounted on the hornet beast, Qing Feng raced toward the deepest reaches of the ancient land. Numerous pavilions and palaces adorned the landscape, surrounded by drifting spiritual fog and lingering sunlight.

Silver waterfalls graced many locations, radiating brilliance. An enchantment enveloped the area, harboring potent secret power. The entire expanse floated in the air, revealing an endless abyss beneath the sound of waves, creating an awe-inspiring scene.

“City of No Return.”

On the pale blue stone tablet marking the barrier to the city, three simple characters emerged, exuding a vast and ancient atmosphere. In the town, various cultivators and creatures coexisted harmoniously—human and foreign races living side by side. Even some mortals were enveloped in precious light, displaying remarkable vitality and life spans surpassing ordinary people’s.

The entire city appeared suspended in the sky, enveloped by clouds and mist, adorned with enchantment formations that radiated brilliance.

I have seen Master Qing Feng.

Qing Feng, bypassing the barrier, entered the City of No Return. Instead of riding the hornet beast, he strolled the streets on foot. Regardless of their status, cultivators along his path offered respectful salutes, showcasing deep reverence. Qing Feng acknowledged with a slight nod, and some children even approached to greet him.

The tranquility of the City of No Return will not last long.

Those demons in the Boundless Sea have not been at peace recently…

With a smile on his face, Qing Feng sighed inwardly. Passing through numerous buildings, he reached a quiet and unassuming house.

Cough cough cough!

Qing Feng is back?

In the house, an older woman with gray hair crouched, tending to herbs. Upon hearing Qing Feng’s arrival, she looked up with an amiable smile.

This time, the formation is even more dilapidated. Some places have collapsed, and many external cultivators have managed to breach in.

But I dealt with them.

Approaching the older woman, Qing Feng joined her, picking herbs on the ground as he recounted the recent events.

He needed to gain knowledge of his past and origin, awakening in the City of No Return without recollection. Legend had it that the woman before him, Yao Granny, found him on the city’s coast. Covered in blood, he somehow evaded the ferocious sea beasts in the City of No Return’s sea.

The Sea of the City of No Return stretched infinitely beneath the city. Yao Granny, with an age unknown, was among the most respected individuals in the town. She possessed the remarkable ability to cure any ailment or injury, regardless of its nature or severity.