I Truly Am The Villian

Chapter 1021: Chapter 1020: Eternal Strike

During their youthful years of cultivation, even those born in the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect have tread a path marked by layer upon layer of hardships.

Not to mention the loose cultivators who have struggled so hard to reach this point.

Now, with Destiny so close within reach, they were just a step away from it.

That colorful Destiny was hanging right above their heads.

All seemed like a dream, about to die in such a futile manner.

They were not incapable of accepting death; anyone who dared to contend for Destiny came prepared to either succeed or die with honor.

However, being slaughtered by others like this was something they found hard to accept in their hearts.

Everyone aspired to die a death as significant as Mount Tai, none wished to be as light as a feather.

“Everyone, I have one last method,” a voice suddenly sounded nearby.

It was like a patch of green in the desert, giving everyone a glimmer of hope.

They quickly turned to look; it was the Saint Heir of the Invincible Sect, Changsun Wutian.

He was dressed in a golden yellow robe, with long hair flowing down his back, hesitantly looking at the crowd.

“Just say it, we have no time to lose,” someone beside him urged.

“Our ancestor from the Invincible Sect, the Invincible Emperor, once left behind a technique called the ‘Eternal Strike,'” Changsun Wutian said.

“It can congregate everyone’s power together to launch the strongest strike.”

As everyone knows, the power of humans is limited; while it can always grow through cultivation, no one can fully exploit this power.

Just like how humans can lift anything in this world but cannot lift themselves.

“Eternal Strike? How come I have never heard of this technique?” someone asked, puzzled.

“It’s quite normal for you not to have heard of it; this technique is a forbidden one,” Changsun Wutian said.

“It comes from ancient times and fades in the present.

Once this spell is used, it can completely manifest all the power within you.

However, once the duration of the spell has passed, the person becomes virtually paralyzed, as if a snap of the fingers, and the ancient times are gone. That’s how it is.”

Hearing Changsun Wutian’s words, everyone fell silent.

No wonder he was reluctant to speak of it.

Once used, one would be rendered as good as useless, left to be slaughtered by others, but it seemed that there was no better option available.

The Six Elements Indestructible Array trapped them all; they couldn’t defeat it nor could they escape.

“Do we still have a choice?” someone asked.

Everyone fell silent.

“Then let’s do it. Go for broke. I refuse to believe that there’s someone truly invincible in this world,” the Hundred Paths Young Master declared.

Everyone turned to glance at Xu Zimei, who approached like a Divine Demon, exuding thunder and lightning, with everything around him silenced to death.

A light shout from him was like thunder tearing through the darkness.

Standing tall and proud as if swallowing mountains and rivers in one gulp, amid the glint of blades and sword shadows, an invincible presence was fully revealed to the world.

“I will use myself as the conduit. Release your True Fate and let me absorb it, without any resistance,” Changsun Wutian cautioned.

“Otherwise, all our efforts will be in vain, and we will all suffer heavy losses.”

“Alright,” everyone nodded in agreement.

…

Changsun Wutian closed his eyes slightly, taking in a deep breath.

And at the moment he fiercely opened them, his aura had completely transformed.

A vast breath permeated all around him, while a misty gray energy churned.

Everyone stood behind him, hands on each other’s shoulders, forming a long line.

“Yin and Yang are the principles of Heaven and Earth, the structure of all creations, the parents of change, the origin of life and death, the abode of divine spirits…”

As he recited this invocation, the gray energy twined around him, enveloping everyone within.

The next moment, a door to the Void appeared before Changsun Wutian.

Inside the door, an unfathomable power was condensing.

Everyone could clearly feel their own power rapidly dissipating from within them.

Together with the True Fate and Spiritual Energy, all clung to the body of Changsun Wutian.

The power within the Void Gate grew stronger and stronger.

Xu Zimei watched with interest, “This is somewhat intriguing.”

His gaze pierced through the Void Gate, and it seemed as if everyone’s souls were frozen.

Passing through the layers of the void, the origin of the ancient times.

There, something was awakening.

A smudge of grey light spread throughout the darkness.

“Kill,” Changsun Wutian’s face twisted as he practically used his last ounce of strength to roar this word.

The faces of everyone behind him were also ferocious, and a “kill” resounded through the heavens.

The intent to kill soared into the skies, breaking through the firmament, as if tangible, transforming directly into a sharp sword.

The grey gas within the Void Gate also fully surged out.

As fast as light, vanishing, so quick that even Xu Zimei could hardly catch it with his flesh eye.

Every bit of the void it passed was shattered, all things turned to dust, leaving only a grey beam of light, invincible, destroying everything in its path.

The moment that grey beam of light was emitted, all the figures of the people fell to the ground, the Spiritual Energy within their bodies completely depleted.

Xu Zimei looked up to see that this grey beam of light had directly struck his abdomen, piercing right through it.

“Success,” Changsun Wutian shouted excitedly.

For beings of their level, a blow to the abdomen wouldn’t result in death, unless the Divine Soul was also obliterated.

This is the strength of the Eternal Strike; it could tear apart Divine Souls with the power of the ancient times.

As the grey beam passed through his body, Xu Zimei found that this grey power lingered inside him.

Then it all rushed toward the direction of his True Fate.

He made no attempt to resist, allowing the grey beams to surge forward.

In the place of the True Fate, a round planet was slowly rotating.

As the grey gas approached, it was like moths darting into the flame.

The moment it touched the planet, it vanished without a trace.

Everything returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

…

Outside, everyone’s eyes were fixed on Xu Zimei.

“Why hasn’t he fallen yet?” someone asked.

“It’s probably because his True Fate is quite strong; it will need some time.”

“But on the other hand, up until now, do you know what his True Fate is?”

With these words, silence fell all around.

It seemed they had never even glimpsed Xu Zimei’s True Fate.

He was already this invincible without having to resort to his True Fate.

Xu Zimei withdrew his gaze and then looked calmly at everyone present.

“It’s time to end this,” he said indifferently.

“You…are alright?” Changsun Wutian asked.

Xu Zimei didn’t answer him, but instead he raised Tyrant Shadow, and the Curved Blade crashed down heavily.

Dozens of people were miserably slain beneath the blade.

He walked forward step by step, like the Grim Reaper clutching a scythe.

“So this is really the end,” someone murmured to himself.

“So what if it’s death? I, Chu Fengchen, have overcome countless obstacles in this life, finally reaching this point.

Even in death, I refuse to wait for it like a creature at the mercy of others, like a fish ready to be slaughtered.”

This young man called Chu Fengchen stood up, sword in hand, pointing it towards Xu Zimei.

“Remember my name, Heaven’s Threshold, Chu Fengchen.”

Even though after the Eternal Strike earlier, he had very little strength left.

But he still struggled to launch himself at Xu Zimei.