I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1039: 400: The rumors of the five eternal artifacts, are you still afraid that I will fail?

Chapter 1400: The rumors of the five eternal artifacts, are you still afraid that I will fail?The Eternal Artifact was a rumor among the Eternal Protoss. It was said that the five artifacts forged by the Eternal God, the creator of the Eternal Protoss, were among the most powerful weapons in existence. These five eternal artifacts were scattered across endless space and time, awaiting those destined to find them.

Legend had it that obtaining any one of the five artifacts would grant the incredible power of world creation and immortality. Furthermore, if all five eternal artifacts were gathered, one could summon a projection of the Eternal God, gaining access to the eternal secret treasure left behind and uncovering all the mysteries of heaven and earth. Additionally, countless powers awaited discovery by future generations.

Once the five eternal artifacts were collected, they could form a grand formation of yin and yang alongside the eternal gods. This was the most powerful formation, one that could inspire envy in even the Supreme civilization. It was said that even the ancestral realm, having survived six catastrophes, could never break it.

However, very few creatures had actually seen the eternal artifacts, and even the eternal gods had only encountered two of them: the Eternal Divine Furnace and the Eternal Sword. Many years ago, an internal rebellion within the Eternal Protoss led to the loss of the Eternal Divine Furnace, and it has not been seen since. The Eternal Protoss has since dispatched numerous individuals to

To maintain the purity of their offspring’s bloodline, the Eternal Protoss specifically selected men and women of the same generation with the most exceptional talents, designating them as the young master and saintess. When the time was right, they would bathe in the divine water of the ancestral hall and undergo double cultivation as a married couple.

Li Yang was the contemporary young master of the Eternal Protoss, while Luo Xiang was the contemporary eternal saintess. Although she had been sealed away for ages and had only recently emerged, as the eternal saintess, she was naturally destined to be his future wife.

Li Yang couldn’t understand why Luo Xiang remained indifferent to him; they had only met a few times over the years. However, from a certain perspective, she was indeed his future wife, destined to bear his offspring. Even if her current attitude was indifferent, their fate had already been sealed, and it was impossible to change it.

Yet, having witnessed his mother’s experience firsthand, Li Yang had natural worries about such matters. He had been contemplating various ways to win Lord Luo Xiang’s favor but had struggled to find a path. Despite his numerous visits, he couldn’t even gain entry to the palace gates.

In terms of strength alone, Lord Luo Xiang was undoubtedly above Li Yang, though he was unsure just how far she had progressed. Among the Eternal Protoss, Li Yang was believed to have a bright future. Every clansman treated him with respect, confident that he would lead the Eternal Protoss into a more glorious era.

Aside from the shame of his mother’s past as a fallen member of the Eternal Protoss and the fact that he had never gained favor with Lord Luo Xiang, it could be said that there was not a single stain on Li Yang’s reputation.

As Li Yang pondered whether Lord Luo Xiang would comply with the elders’ orders and accompany him to the Zhuo clan, a sudden golden haze emerged in the distance. The Dao of golden light extended, accompanied by a golden lotus that signified nobility and holiness.

“Miss Xiang…”

Upon seeing the blurred figure approaching, joy spread across Li Yang’s face.

“Let’s go.”

Luo Xiang merely cast an indifferent glance at him before her figure vanished from sight. Surprised that Miss Luo Xiang agreed to the elders’ order this time, Li Yang felt a surge of happiness and hurriedly followed behind her, hands clasped.

The acceptance ceremony for Elder Zhuowu of the Zhuo clan was held in a vast oasis located within the territory of the Zhuo clan. This oasis was surrounded by endless rivers, their rolling waves and surging currents adding to the area’s beauty. It was Zhuo Wu’s favorite spot for meditation, adorned with hundreds of renowned mountains that were towering and ancient, beautiful and magnificent. Verdant vines, sacred trees, bronze halls, jade platforms, and golden pavilions filled the landscape, creating an enchanting atmosphere.

Rich energy substances permeated the air, transforming into colorful mist that lingered throughout the oasis. Streams of light and flying boats arrived from all corners of the nation, received by numerous clansmen under Elder Zhuowu’s lineage. The visitors were then arranged to rest in various locations, waiting for the ceremony to commence.

Various ethnic group forces had traveled vast distances—hundreds of millions of miles and across multiple universes—to attend, fully aware of the importance of respecting Elder Zhuowu.

Many creatures and cultivators visiting for the first time were left in awe by the breathtaking scenery.

But then again, Elder Zhuowu was a renowned figure in the immortal civilization, and even though this was merely his secluded place for cultivation, it was far from ordinary.

Wang He, the master of the Scavengers Sect, had arrived ahead of time alongside Hong Gui. He observed everything with a calm demeanor, carefully calculating and formulating his plans for what lay ahead. By his side were only a few trusted elders of the Scavengers Sect.

Yet, Wang He couldn’t shake a nagging feeling—he had noticed something strange in the way Hong Gui looked at him, as though she were hiding something. Still, since he was relying on Hong Gui for now, he chose not to press the matter and pretended to be oblivious.

“The people of the Eternal Protoss are here…”

Suddenly, someone in the distance exclaimed, causing many cultivators and creatures to stir, directing their gaze toward the outskirts of the island. Numerous members of the Zhuo clan had appeared to welcome the newcomers, including several elder-level figures, adding to the growing anticipation.

The Eternal Protoss held an elevated and enigmatic status, so much so that even powerful entities like the Hun and Zhuo clans took them seriously. When Wang He heard the commotion, he too glanced over, though standing on the periphery, he could only make out faint outlines.

Golden light swirled around the group, illuminating the tallest and most striking figure among them—the eternal saintess. Her face was obscured, shrouded in a veil of golden mist, revealing only a pair of dreamlike eyes.

Beside her walked a handsome man who resembled a deity. He followed the elders of the Eternal Protoss, exuding a serene confidence. His bright eyes and calm smile radiated an air of control, as if he held dominion over all things.

Many cultivators gazed in awe, but they could only shake their heads in disappointment, for even they were unable to clearly discern the true face of the Eternal Saintess.

Many had heard rumors that the eternal saintess was the most beautiful woman in the world, but it was unfortunate that almost no one had ever seen her true face. The fact that such an exquisite woman would eventually be betrothed to the Eternal Son of God stirred feelings of indignation and envy among many young cultivators who had come with their elders.

Wang He muttered as he observed the scene from afar, his thoughts racing. While others might not be aware, he knew well the depth of hatred between the future Empress Pingtian and the Eternal Protoss. Furthermore, this Eternal Son of God was, by blood, the half-brother of the future Empress Pingtian.

Empress Pingtian’s childhood had been one of misery and desolation, much of which was due to her younger brother. The early arrival of the Eternal Protoss caused a great stir, but Elder Zhuowu had yet to make an appearance, as he was occupied with receiving the Hun clan.

The mysterious identity of the apprentice that Empress Pingtian wished to accept had sparked widespread speculation among the guests, who eagerly discussed the matter. Meanwhile, in the ancient city of Gufeng, within the pavilions, Zhuo Fengxie of the Zhuo Clan and Hun Yuan Jun, the ancestor of the Hun Clan, had come as promised to see Gu Changge and apologize for the events of the previous day.

They had come alone, without any of their clansmen, and their demeanors were serious and respectful.

“You two don’t have to be so formal, especially given your status. Are you afraid of me?”

“Ling Huang, bring seats for our guests and make some tea. Otherwise, if they keep standing like this, it’ll seem as though I lack hospitality.”

Gu Changge smiled faintly at the two figures before him.