I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 918: Trapped in a point of eternity, why are you such a scumbag?

Alcohol doesn’t intoxicate people; people intoxicate themselves.

Though not yet inebriated, Wang Ziji felt as if she were experiencing dizziness and a pervasive weakness throughout her body. Gu Changge observed the typically audacious woman, who now seemed uncharacteristically vulnerable, keeping her lips sealed. Wang Ziji closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes quivering like a shy deer. With nowhere else to rest, her hands instinctively gripped his arm, revealing her nervousness without a spoken word.

“It seems you’re determined to fortify your courage through drinking,” he mused softly, smiling inwardly.

“Don’t mock me,” Wang Ziji retorted unexpectedly, breaking free as if she had read Gu Changge’s thoughts. Giving him a stern look, she seized his arms, enveloped his head, and boldly bit him.

The Human Ancestor Hall’s territory was limited compared to the entire Upper Realm. However, due to its transcendent status, the area remained sparsely populated. Aside from the Human Ancestor Hall disciples on patrol, no other creatures or cultivators were in sight.

Ni Chen guided the older man into the true immortal realm through the void, passing numerous palaces and pavilions until they reached a majestic castle. The palace, adorned with white jade pillars and glazed tiles, exuded an almost divine radiance. The three ancient characters, “Human Ancestor Hall,” on the door plaque gleamed brightly with myriad profound lights.

“It appears to be the Human Ancestor Hall,” Ni Chen remarked.

Miss Ziji should be within.

When Ni Chen arrived, numerous restrictions and patterns surrounded him, yet they proved futile in impeding his progress. Amidst the misty white atmosphere and the sun’s radiant glow, the surroundings emanated a sense of sanctity and grandeur. It felt like an ancestral god of the human race stood there, overseeing the world.

The constant influx of silver power, a manifestation of faith from all walks of life, converged in the front. This created palpable energy fluctuations that even an ordinary person could sense, overwhelming in intensity.

Ni Chen furrowed his brow.

Why does this place feel odd?”

Ni Chen furrowed his brow. The Human Ancestor Hall, typically guarded by disciples, stood eerily quiet before him. He hesitated, contemplating if it would be too abrupt to approach Miss Ziji in such a manner.

Ni Chen held a special place in his heart for this enigmatic woman, who resembled a bright comet. This was evidenced by the time he traveled from the immortal domain. However, upon reaching the hall, he wavered, concerned that his presence might be too sudden and possibly irked Wang Ziji.

Inside the hall, the scene was picturesque. White curtains and ribbons fluttered around the bed, and an ethereal mist added a romantic ambiance, making it all the more enchanting.

Gu Changge, as if sensing something, chuckled. “It seems someone outside the palace is looking for you.”

Wang Ziji, oblivious to the approaching visitor, inquired, “Who is it?” Lacking Gu Changge’s perceptiveness, she remained unaware that someone from the Immortal Domain was approaching the Human Ancestor Hall.

“Just someone from the Immortal Domain,” Gu Changge replied with a casual smile. “Pay no mind to him.”

Wang Ziji sifted through her memories but couldn’t recall any friends from the immortal domain who might urgently seek her out at the Human Ancestor Hall. Deciding not to dwell on it, she pushed the thought to the back of her mind, choosing not to concern herself with the matter.

Gu Changge maintained a smile, his eyes still holding an enigmatic gleam. He calmly turned his gaze toward the direction outside the hall. Invisible ripples, akin to mist, spread across the entire Human Ancestor Hall. Despite his lack of interest in the person’s identity outside, Gu Changge preferred not to be disturbed.

Warmth and vitality prevailed inside the hall as if bathed in spring sunshine. However, Ni Chen, positioned outside, experienced an inexplicable chill. It felt as though a terrible presence lurked in the shadows, fixating on him. Shivering involuntarily, he felt an eerie coldness in his extremities.

“What just happened?” Ni Chen questioned, visibly surprised and uncertain. The Human Ancestor Hall, previously mysterious to him, underwent a sudden transformation.

He found himself in a foggy realm, unable to discern anything beyond the mist. In the vast surroundings, he stood alone—his once-refined real immortal avatar conspicuously absent.

The ancestral hall, the heavens, and the earth vanished, replaced by an expansive, limitless space.

I can’t feel any aura or fluctuation.

Even my true immortal avatar seems to be gone; I can’t sense its existence.

Ni Chen muttered, a cloud of uncertainty clouding his face. Realizing he was trapped in a maze or pattern, he immediately thought of the Human Ancestor Hall he had intended to visit moments ago.

There are peculiar restrictions in front of the Human Ancestor Hall, trapping individuals and preventing them from finding their way out. Ni Chen felt a twinge of apprehension at the thought of such a method.

However, being no ordinary person, he swiftly regained composure upon sensing something amiss. His efforts were in vain despite attempting to contact his ancestors for guidance. They, along with his actual immortal avatar, seemed to have vanished within the confines of this place, cut off from him.

“This seems to be merely a maze; there’s no immediate danger. As long as I can find a way to break it or locate the formation’s position, I can escape,” Ni Chen reassured himself.

As the young master of the Underworld clan, he refused to be flustered by the predicament before him. Once he calmed down, he began contemplating a solution.

Although the seemingly boundless space held no real threat, it could be a significant time drain. However, when Ni Chen stepped forward, his expression suddenly shifted, disbelief etched on his face.

How can this be?

He started surveying his surroundings. The space underwent a substantial transformation with each step he took.

Intriguingly, as he moved backward, the misty space changed accordingly, the distance matching precisely with his retreat. Perplexed, Ni Chen experimented with steps in various directions, but each attempt yielded unexpected results.

Are you scheming to confine me to a single location for immortality?

Ni Chen finally grasped the reality, his countenance visibly displeased. This was no mere illusionary formation; instead, an adept had taken deliberate action to imprison him, resetting his position regardless of the distance traveled.

Is this a deliberate effort to keep me from approaching the Human Ancestor Hall?

Ni Chen’s expression grew clouded and uncertain as he surmised the intentions behind this ordeal. Recognizing that an expert within the Human Ancestor Hall had orchestrated this predicament to teach him a lesson, Ni Chen chose to cease resistance. He settled into a cross-legged position on the spot.

Initially underestimating the Upper Realm due to its desolation, Ni Chen felt a profound sense of injustice after enduring such a setback at the Human Ancestor Hall.

“Since an expert is involved, resisting seems futile,” he conceded.

Cross-legged, he allowed his mind to settle, anticipating that the expert would not keep him trapped indefinitely.

However, as time passed, Ni Chen sensed an unsettling anomaly. Furrowing his brows, suspicion crept into his expression as the passage of time within this space appeared distinct from the external world.

“Could this involve the time domain? Is it not just about trapping me but also subjecting me to aging and death?” Ni Chen’s face soured at the revelation that time advanced here over a hundred times faster than the outside realm.

Observing the aging effects on his palms—dryness, wrinkles, and the appearance of black spots—he realized the profound and unfathomable nature of the laws at play. Even the most accomplished immortal kings, with their cultivation reaching the heavens and the earth, would struggle to achieve such mastery. Though not a true immortal, Ni Chen’s strength rivaled one, having engaged in combat with a quasi-immortal king.

“Could there be a force beyond the Immortal King concealed within the Human Ancestor Hall?” Ni Chen’s growing unease made him contemplate breaking through this field with sheer strength.

Boom!

Ni Chen’s eyes deepened, radiating a rich purple light akin to a sea of thunder. He clenched his fist and unleashed a forceful blast upon the surrounding space.

Simultaneously, a vague phantom of a giant manifested behind him, its clenched fist colliding with the sky. Thunderous light permeated the area, causing the space to quake as if undergoing a massive earthquake, yet the surroundings remained impervious to change, resisting any tendency to collapse.

Despite Ni Chen’s persistent efforts, the unyielding nature of this place frustrated him. Bloodshot eyes filled with unwillingness, he shouted, “I don’t know which expert is here—please show yourself!”

However, his calls echoed in profound silence, as if a small stone tossed into the deep sea failed to elicit even a ripple.

Meanwhile, in the hall, the atmosphere had shifted. Clouds and rain dissipated as Wang Ziji leaned against Gu Changge’s arms, lazily stroking her hand in small circles. Black hair scattered on his shoulders. She appeared calm, as if uninterested in moving.

“You’re too much…” she muttered, unable to contain her discontent.

Gu Changge shook his head, smiling. “Really? I don’t know who nudged things along; I merely allowed events to unfold naturally.” Turning her head away, Wang Ziji chose not to engage in further conversation.

As Wang Ziji surveyed the disheveled stone table and bench, she couldn’t help but sigh. The bed looked chaotic, and she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. Initially intended as a simple drinking session, it had taken an unexpected turn.

Contemplating explaining this to Jiang Chuchu, she grumbled, “I found you—why don’t you feel guilty? Why are you such a scumbag?” In her vexation, she bit Gu Changge once again.

Gu Changge, with a calm expression, responded, “What am I supposed to feel guilty about? You wanted to come to the Human Ancestor Hall, and you wanted to drink.”

Shaking her head in irritation, Wang Ziji noted Gu Changge’s penchant for looking good while being cheap.

“Okay, I get it. Get up quickly. It’s none of your business,” she commanded, pushing him away with disdain. Then, adopting a condescending tone, she added, “Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility for you,” treating Gu Changge as if he were a mere tool. Despite the seemingly disrespectful tone, Gu Changge understood the underlying sentiment.

Unfazed, he smiled and began dressing. “Outside the hall, is there a guy waiting for me? Who is it? You were saying before, why can’t I perceive it?”

Wang Ziji found the idea of someone intruding on them infuriating, but Gu Changge seemed to have intervened to keep them at bay.

When they emerged from the hall, they found an elderly figure sitting cross-legged in the open space near the Human Ancestor Hall. The person exuded an air of impending demise, eyes wide open and bloodshot. Wang Ziji recognized him after scrutiny.

“This is… Wang Wushang?” she exclaimed, noting the unexpected aging of this individual.

Observing Gu Changge’s calm demeanor, she understood that his actions were responsible for the sudden change in Wang Wushang’s appearance.

As her words reached Ni Chen, who was still seated in meditation, all scenes vanished, and he finally regained awareness of his surroundings in front of the Human Ancestor Hall.