I am Villain Cultivator
Chapter 51: Shadow Immortal Scheme

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Shadow Immortal Scheme

The blast Charles unleashed had been so intense, so absolute, that aside from Mirror Immortal, more than half the alliance forces were annihilated in a flash of divine light and shadow. Craters still smoked where battleships once hovered; Primordial Beast corpses lay broken in scorched heaps. The air was heavy with ash ashes of men, beasts, and destruction.

High above, Mirror Immortal floated unscathed, but not untouched.

He looked down at the charred remnants of his sleeve, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then a soft smile curled across his lips.

"To think... a Sea Realm cultivator could even burn my clothes," he mused, almost fondly. "Everyone says the Kilvish Clan hasn’t produced monsters since the Shadow Immortal... It seems they were all wrong."

On the ground, the surviving cultivators glanced around, expressions equal parts disbelief and relief.

"We... we survived," someone whispered.

But their survival came at a heavy cost. Every battleship not protected by divine Qi had been obliterated in Charles’s final act.

A man in pristine white robes, his robust frame towering among the survivors, surveyed the destruction with a solemn frown. He was Chu Long, the Vice Sect Leader of the Thunder Spear Sect.

"Superimposing two Advanced Formations is something only a master of formations could accomplish," he said, half to himself. "To think Patriarch Charles was also a formation expert... This was a grievous miscalculation."

Beside him stood Fang Mo, the white-haired Vice Sect Leader of the Storm Clan, his long beard fluttering with residual energy. His face was a storm of rage.

"Miscalculation? Do you have any idea how many cultivators I’ve lost? I came here to conquer, not to watch my legacy burn! Two flying battleships lost! Do you know what even one costs? Ten years of the Storm Clan’s resources are gone!"

He paused, trembling.

"And worse... I can’t sense Adaeze. One of our Ten Heavenly Dragons! Do you understand what that means, Chu Long?! We’ve lost a genius who was destined for the Divine Realm!"

His voice cracked into a hoarse growl, nearly a sob. Grief, rage, and disbelief warred on his face.

But Mirror Immortal paid no heed to their despair.

Instead, his gaze was locked on the distant barrier of the Kilvish Clan, its guardian shield, the Eclipse Veil Formation, flickering faintly. Its demise was imminent. Thirty minutes at most.

Raising his voice, Mirror Immortal let his divine Qi reverberate through the broken air.

"Shadow Immortal! Are you so shameless?! Your descendant fought me with every breath, burning his life to protect your clan! And you... a Divine Realm cultivator, still hiding?!"

The battlefield fell into expectant silence. But no answer came.

Mirror Immortal scoffed.

"Spineless."

As the final moments of the formation ticked away, Mirror Immortal prepared to finish what had begun. The barrier shimmered one last time, then faded.

"The Eclipse Veil is down!" a scout shouted.

Mirror Immortal’s divine voice thundered.

"Kill those who refuse to surrender. Search every ruin, every cellar, find the Divine Elixir Amrit!"

With that, the invasion resumed.

Chu Long and Fang Mo, shaking off their losses, led their sect forces across the shattered grounds of the Kilvish Clan. It didn’t take long to round up many of the remaining disciples.

In the ruins of a medical hall, they found Samrat Kilvish, barely recovered from his previous battle with Kevin Haze. His injuries were still fresh, but his resolve unshaken as he stood tall, facing his captors with silence.

Yet even now, many of the elder cultivators of the Kilvish Clan refused to kneel.

Among them were Elder George and Elder Alvin, who stood at the remnants of the formation hall, eyes blazing with defiance.

His voice echoed over the ruins:

"You may destroy our bodies, but not our will! The blood of our ancestors flows within us still!"

And so, the siege of the Kilvish Clan entered its final phase not with a whimper, but with the roar of the defiant, the fallen, and the forgotten. With that, the invasion resumed.

Fang Mo stood near the captured prisoners when a messenger approached, handing him a report. His face twisted with disbelief.

"What nonsense is this? All the Kilvish Clan’s cultivation techniques were burned?! Even the medical garden? These M*therf*cker didn’t even spare the buildings!"

Chu Long, nearby, received his report and muttered grimly.

"These lunatics broke everything. Vases, paintings, even the spirit veins, they poisoned them beyond recovery. No women or children found. Most of the survivors fled into the Nirvana Tower. Even their Heaven-grade treasures remain missing."

Just then, Elder George, bloodied but defiant, let out a crazed laugh.

"Hahaha! You fatherless F*cker! You should see your faces!"

Enraged, Chu Long lost control and cut George down with a swift beheading.

Fang Mo stared in disbelief.

"Are you insane? These are the only captives we have left, and you’re killing them?"

"They’re getting on my nerves," Chu Long muttered. "Still acting like they’re part of some untouchable Giant Clan."

Nearby, Samrat Kilvish stared blankly at George’s lifeless body, the flame in his eyes dimming to nothing.

Meanwhile, Mirror Immortal spread his divine sense, an evolved form of spiritual sense, across every inch of the devastated Kilvish grounds. Yet, even with his vast power, he found no trace of the Shadow Immortal or the Divine Elixir Amrit.

"That elixir... It’s my only chance to surpass the Divine Realm," he muttered, eyes gleaming.

The Divine Elixir, known as Amrit, was no ordinary treasure. It was a miracle—an elixir that allowed Divine Realm cultivators to be reborn with their memories intact. A second life. A second chance to rebuild their foundation and break past the limitations of the known world.

And it had been stolen from none other than the Elven Queen of Phoenix Rain Continent. One of the Four Calamities.

A being at the seventh stage of the Divine Realm.

Even among the Divine Realm, only four in the entire Elypsian Planet had reached that realm. One from each continent. Four Calamities was the name given to them in respect and for their might, beings who could alter nations with a thought.

For three whole months, Mirror Immortal ordered his forces to scour every inch of the Kilvish Clan.

They found nothing.

At last, he withdrew, leaving behind a handful of cultivators to continue the search.

Long after they were gone, deep beneath the ruined grounds, in a secluded Immortal’s Cave flickering with ancient Kapal runes, a man stirred.

His body was gaunt, white-bearded and hollow-eyed. His breath was shallow. But in those dim eyes burned a glimmer of Dao.

He was Ye Zun, the Ancestor of the Kilvish Clan. Kilvish clan only Divine Realm cultivator.

"Still searching, Mirror Immortal? After my Divine Elixir Amrit? Then give up."

He chuckled weakly, speaking to the emptiness.

"You fools. The rumours of my injury? I spread them myself."

He looked around his Grotto, a space hidden beyond space, etched in runes known only to the ancient clans.

"I escaped the Elven Queen with my Blessing: Space Control. If I wish to vanish, not even the Calamities can find me. And here... in my dimension... I made them slaughter my clan for me."

His gaze drifted to the blood-filled pond beside him.

"They gathered my kin’s blood for me. No karma, no stain on my soul for breaking the oath to protect the clan that I have taken in my younger days. Because it wasn’t my hand. They were the knife."

Raising his skeletal hand, runes formed above his palm—Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Formation.

"They think I’m dying. But I only needed one thing: a way to consume Amrit."

He staggered into the centre of the pool, blood rippling around his feet.

"Only those at the peak of their lifespan can absorb Amrit. I was nearly the end of my lifespan and was last step toward death. But the heavens have not forsaken me when I found this formation, one that extends life by devouring the blood of kin."

He lowered himself into the blood.

"I once swore to protect the Kilvish Clan. That oath barred me from harming them directly. But... I borrowed the enemy’s blade."

A wicked smile split his face.

"Every step you took... every life you claimed... played perfectly into my palm of my hand."

Within the crimson pool, the decrepit form of Ye Zun sat motionless, yet an eerie light began to rise from the depths, casting the cavern in a haunting glow.