I Am the Fated Villain

Luo Yanxi wore a light blue long dress, simple makeup, and cloud-like hair. She exuded a beauty untouched by the mundane, akin to a pure orchid. She observed the man in white standing beside the stall with quiet contemplation, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes.

The white-clad man appeared otherworldly, standing apart from the bustling crowd of cultivators and creatures. Despite the numerous onlookers, no one seemed aware of his presence. He lingered by the stall, as though appraising some broken utensils, emanating an aura distinct from the world around him.

Song Yunjie, a young man from the Heavenly Ancient Sect, finally noticed the scene upon hearing his junior sister’s comment. Initially displaying a tinge of jealousy, his expression transformed into surprise. Glancing at his senior brothers, he realized they remained oblivious to the figure in white, easily overlooked by casual observers.

“Could he be a peerless expert?” Song Yunjie wondered aloud.

They say this ancient city harbors hidden talents, making even the Immortal King cautious.

He truly eludes the world’s notice.

Meanwhile, the man in white, sensing their scrutinizing gazes, appeared mildly surprised. Song Yunjie, fearing offense, quickly averted his eyes. In contrast, Junior Sister Luo Yanxi remained composed, acknowledging the mysterious man with a subtle nod.

The man in white, seemingly intrigued, smiled and nodded in return. Casually, he strolled into the depths of the ancient city, moving with unhurried grace, a stark contrast to the city’s somewhat somber atmosphere.

Observing this, Luo Yanxi diverted her gaze, lost in thought. Song Yunjie, unable to contain his curiosity, inquired, “Junior Sister, are you acquainted with that mysterious man? It’s unusual for you to take notice.”

She responded calmly, “I merely recognize him,” leaving Song Yunjie intrigued. On regular occasions, Luo Yanxi maintained a nonchalant attitude towards the division’s teachers and didn’t show much interest.

“I don’t know,” Luo Yanxi replied, casting a glance at him before shaking her head.

“In that case, I don’t know you. Greeting others when you’re unaware could lead to dissatisfaction,” she added sternly, leaving Song Yunjie uneasy and perspiring.

Perceiving his anxiety, Luo Yanxi reassured him, “Don’t worry. I sensed that he poses no harm.”

With her calm assurance, she dismissed her senior brother and walked away on her own.

The members of the Heavenly Ancient Sect continued their journey deeper into the vast ancient city, planning to exit on the opposite side before nightfall and head to the boundless battlefield.

Traversing the expansive city required navigating through numerous teleportation arrays. Song Yunjie observed that the young man in white, seemingly bound for the boundless battlefield as well, shared their route.

Once again, he walked unnoticed by those around him, visible only to Song Yunjie and his younger junior sister, Luo Yanxi, for reasons unknown to him.

As the sky darkened, a gray aura enveloped the ancient city, creating an ominous atmosphere. A wide river of stars surged, exuding a powerful momentum akin to a turbulent galaxy that covered the sky and earth with its majestic presence.Fog mist resembling stars emerged at the sky’s end, encircling the ancient city.

Someone observed a figure sitting cross-legged, emitting starlight and releasing an energy wisp resembling a chaotic waterfall shooting into the sky. The Heavenly Ancient Sect members found themselves on an endless expanse of red land, where rolling yellow sand obscured the sky.

The night wind, laced with an intensified chill, cut through the air, causing many disciples to shiver involuntarily. The elder of the Heavenly Ancient Sect addressed the group solemnly, emphasizing the need for vigilance in the vast and perilous battlefield.

“As we step onto the boundless battlefield, remember, this is just the outer edge. We are still far from the location where the vision originated,” the elder cautioned.

Amidst various cultivators from across the immortal domain, some moved in groups, while others ventured alone on the desolate road.

“Junior Sister, the young man you’ve been observing seems to be gazing at the moon now,” Song Yunjie whispered as he approached Luo Yanxi.

Luo Yanxi, who had been discreetly monitoring the figure throughout the journey, acknowledged Song Yunjie’s observation. Together, they directed their attention to the expansive deep space at the end of the road.

A sizable moon hung high, seemingly supporting half the night sky. Heavenly substances floated around it, resembling misty silk slowly descending. The man in white stood beneath the moonlight, akin to an exiled immortal facing the wind, contemplating the full moon.

Ignoring Song Yunjie’s comment, Luo Yanxi gazed at the scene with a peculiar expression. Uncertain if it was her imagination, she had been closely observing the man in white, attempting to confirm a connection between them.

In the current Immortal Realm, many individuals like her had awakened memories from their past lives, preserving Dao fruits and experiencing rapid cultivation improvement.

This time, Luo Yanxi joined her clan’s disciples on the vast battlefield to retrieve the weapons she had once left there.

As she entered the city, her attention had been captivated by the enigmatic figure. His aura felt unique, ethereal yet unsettling, marking him as an unfathomable character despite his relatively young age.

In the current Immortal Domain, only those who had proven the existence of the Immortal King Dao fruit in earlier years, or reincarnated individuals like Luo Yanxi. Who had awakened memories from their past lives—could attain such formidable cultivation at a young age.

Deep in thought, Luo Yanxi noticed the distant figure in white suddenly vanish. “Is he gone?” she wondered, scanning the area multiple times to confirm his disappearance or any unusual occurrence.

Feeling a twinge of regret, she pondered whether to approach and inquire, considering the possibility of a conversation with someone from her era.

However, before she could decide, an unexpected voice resonated in her ears, causing her entire body to stiffen. A profound sense of fear overwhelmed her as if her soul were being suppressed. The young man in white, whom she had observed throughout the journey, materialized beside her without a hint of movement.

With a hint of interest on his face, Gu Changge looked at Luo Yanxi and asked, “How long do you plan to follow me?”

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