The Hero of a Cool Novel? I, the Villain, Will Kill You!

156: The illusion deep in the other side of the riverSitu Linghuang saw that he wasn’t joking, pondered for a moment, and then her red lips parted slightly: ”The Dao Discussion Assembly will only end in more than two years!”

”If you want to annihilate those pseudo-god ants in the Nine Heavens Divine Domain, you’ll have to wait at least two more years.”

”Since you’re back, I also need to return to Hongmeng Island to check on the specific situation of the Dao Discussion.”

As her words fell.

Without giving Wang Qing time to react, she transformed into a wisp of purple smoke and departed from Taichu Peak, her figure ethereal, like an illusion, leaving only a faint, lingering fragrance.

Wang Qing was back, and she didn’t dare to linger here too long, lest she be subjected to another outdoor intimate session.

Although she had once been deceived by Wang Qing’s feigned death Below the Nine Heavens, leading to tens of thousands of years of intimate outdoor sessions in the void space.

But now, facing such intimate outdoor sessions, she still couldn’t quite accept it, so she could only flee.

”Two years? I can wait!”

Wang Qing murmured twice, not in the mood to pursue Situ Linghuang’s fleeing figure.

Moreover, Mu Bingxuan’s three sisters and Ye Xuanling were still in seclusion, so other matters weren’t urgent.

Now that things were temporarily stable, he hadn’t relaxed in a long time and planned to seek some amusement in Youdu Street.

Of course, stability was only on the surface; true threats were omnipresent.

For example, the three Old Ancestors of the God Race in the Nine Heavens Divine Domain—Yi Bochang, Chu Yuqian, and Mo Yuan—had already entered the Dao End Realm.

The three of them had also found a passage to the Land of the Other Shore.

At this moment, the God Race was already secretly plotting how to devour the rich Dao Luck of the Land of the Other Shore.

Of course, Wang Qing was still unaware of all this... In the deepest part of the River of the Other Shore, time itself had transformed into a decaying weapon, eroding all tangible and intangible existences.

Here lay the ruins of the ancient Nine Burials War.

Its antiquity surpassed the scale of eons, approaching eternity, permeated with suffocating terror.

The river water did not flow, but slowly writhed like thick, liquid darkness, squeezing every inch of space, devouring all light and sound.

The riverbed was not made of mud and sand.

It was a pale stratum composed of countless ages of compacted bone dust and metallic fragments, which would emit a fine, grating crunch when stepped upon.

Those broken swords and shattered halberds were no longer weapons.

They were fused with the ribs of colossal beasts and the spines of deities, forming a grim metallic jungle that emanated an all-consuming chill in the gloom.

The cadavers were not ordinary withered bones.

On some colossal, indescribable remains, fragments of undissipated Divine Thought still clung, twisting and whispering in the water, forming an eternal curse field.

Occasionally, huge shadows would glide from the deeper darkness, not living beings.

They were solidified entities of resentment formed after the demise of ancient powerhouses; wherever they passed, even the water would freeze into spiderweb-like cracks.

Collapsed ancient cities were scattered everywhere, their walls long since corroded into nests for giant skulls, their empty eye sockets gazing into eternal stillness.

Even more suffocating was the omnipresent ”Dao Decay.”

The Dao Origin power of this water domain was utterly shattered and polluted during the ancient war, forming an invisible mire.

Any living being that entered here.

Would feel their Dao Fruit being eroded and their cultivation absolutely suppressed, as if the weight of the entire battlefield was crushing their Divine Soul.

There was no sound here, yet it was filled with the silent screams of billions of departed souls; there was no light, yet it made intruders see their deepest fears.

This place itself was an ancient judgment upon life and civilization.

Many eons ago, the resentments of those powerhouses converged to form a special ”Dao Decay Illusion.”

Living beings who ventured into the depths of the River of the Other Shore would see their past and future.

If they could break through the illusion, they could sever the Karma of Reincarnation and go further on the path of transcendence.

However, most living beings here could not endure for more than a month before being corroded by ancient resentment.

At best, they would turn into withered bones, eternally buried here; at worst, their form and spirit would be utterly annihilated, with no chance of Reincarnation.

Over time, a rumor spread Above the Nine Heavens:

Those newly embarking on the path of transcendence, if they could enter the depths of the River of the Other Shore and emerge alive.

Could sever their past and future, becoming truly transcendent beings.

However, the Origin of this rumor was untraceable, lost in the long river of time.

Suddenly.

”Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...”

Several figures instantly teleported continuously in the depths of the River of the Other Shore, stirring the gloomy currents and creating layers of ripples.

The central area was enveloped by a gray light screen.

Within it stood a majestic mountain, named ”Dao Origin Mountain.”

At the foot of the mountain was an Immortal Cave, with three ancient characters ”Shanqiong Cave” carved on its plaque.

Those figures pierced through the light screen and swiftly landed on the mountain Peak, it was Master Wu Yan and his group.

”Cough...”

Master Wu Yan coughed violently, seemingly struggling even to walk.

Seeing this, Xiao Yifan and Wei Mingyu quickly came forward and asked with concern, ”Revered Master, are you alright?!”

King Qin the Slaughterer, Qin Sanniang, King Jiang the Killer, Long Qinghong, and You Mingchan remained silent.

Their five Divine Thoughts penetrated the gray light screen, looking at the Dao Decay Illusion outside, and their Divine Souls all trembled.

”I’m fine, children. For now, you all stay on this Dao Origin Peak and are not allowed to go out.”

Master Wu Yan finished speaking weakly, then dragged his heavily injured body, transforming into a streak of light, and descended towards the foot of the mountain.

He needed to go into seclusion to recover from his injuries.

He couldn’t delay any longer, otherwise, it would be extremely difficult for him to recover his Peak combat strength.

Xiao Yifan and Wei Mingyu, seeing their Revered Master go into seclusion, suddenly felt a bit at a loss.

”Old Ancestor, what is this place?”

King Jiang the Killer scanned the situation outside the gray light screen, felt a sharp pain in his Divine Soul, quickly withdrew his Divine Thought, and asked in confusion.

”This is the site of the ancient Nine Burials Battle of the Other Shore.”

”The area outside the gray light screen has been enveloped by the resentment of powerhouses who fell countless eons ago, forming a special Dao Decay Illusion.”

”And those enlightened beings from the Vast Dao Field, driven mad, rush in here precisely to challenge the illusion.”

”Only by overcoming the illusion can one sever the past and future, truly becoming a transcendent being.”

King Qin the Slaughterer explained, then said no more, walking directly to the edge of the cliff.

King Jiang the Killer scratched his head, still not understanding what the Dao Decay Illusion was.

”You all, follow this Young Lord!”

”This Young Lord will arrange a place for you to stay!”

Long Qinghong was the Young Lord of Shanqiong Cave, having grown up here since childhood. As the host, he had the responsibility to properly settle the others.

Xiao Yifan and Wei Mingyu exchanged glances, smiled bitterly, and followed Long Qinghong down the mountain.

You Mingchan had been here once before with King Qin the Slaughterer and already had a place to stay.

He did not follow Long Qinghong and the other two down the mountain; instead, he went to find King Qin the Slaughterer to discuss some matters.

Qin Sanniang was silent for a while, then also led King Jiang the Killer down the mountain.

”Fellow Daoist Qin, was it truly correct for us to seek refuge in Shanqiong Cave?”

You Mingchan had already reached the edge of the cliff and turned to ask King Qin the Slaughterer, his heart filled with complexity.

If he hadn’t followed King Qin the Slaughterer to seek refuge in Shanqiong Cave and had apologized to Wang Qing, he might still be a Divine General of the Hongmeng Divine Kingdom now.

However, since everything had already happened, it was clearly very unrealistic for him to return to Hongmeng Sea to curry favor with Wang Qing.