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

179: Mysterious AltarUpon hearing Mo Yuan’s words, Wang Qing’s expression instantly turned cold, and a strong killing intent flashed in his eyes.

”Gu Cangyang really knows how to court death!”

”However, I’ll let you jump around for a bit longer; then I’ll definitely flay you alive and pull out your tendons.”

He muttered in a low voice, and a palpable killing intent erupted from his body.

If it weren’t for the other ancient gods, he would have already attacked Gu Cangyang, that old dog, from a distance.

Ning Wangxing, Mo Yuan, and the Ancient Kingdom Guards on the city wall all felt the suppressed rage of Wang Qing.

They didn’t even dare to breathe loudly, fearing they might provoke Wang Qing and be instantly killed by a single palm strike.

Mo Yuan, suppressing his lingering fear, spoke again, ”Besides these, activating the destiny chessboard might require the power of the Dao Exhaustion Realm.”

”So, to avoid being sacrificed, I betrayed Gu Cangyang and came to seek refuge with you.”

”I am proficient in the Formations of billions of worlds, and I can destroy the sacrificial Formation for you at any time, dismantling Gu Cangyang’s ambition.”

”Alright, I already knew what you told me.”

”Since you are proficient in various Formations, there will be a place where I can use you. For now, go find a place to settle down in the city!”

Wang Qing waved his hand indifferently, no longer bothering with what Mo Yuan was saying.

He transformed into black mist and left the city wall, flying towards the deepest part of the Zhongyan Ancient Capital.

The Zhongyan Ancient Capital occupied an extremely vast, boundless area, with the inhabited places only taking up a small portion.

The further one went behind the Wuan Imperial Palace, the deeper one delved, and no one knew what secrets were hidden in the depths of the ancient capital.

This was because Wang Qing had long ago issued an order: anyone who dared to explore the secrets of the depths of the Zhongyan Ancient Capital would have all traces of their existence instantly erased from the world.

Some people naturally didn’t believe Wang Qing’s words and volunteered to explore the secrets of the ancient capital’s depths.

However, those people were annihilated by an invisible force before they even crossed the boundary of the Wuan Imperial Palace.

Over time, as people died one after another, no one dared to seek the secrets of the ancient capital’s depths anymore.

Therefore, the Wuan Imperial Palace, located in the central area, became a dangerous demarcation line.

On one side were the palaces and towers where various officials and armies of the ancient kingdom resided; the other side was perpetually shrouded in gray mist, making it impossible to see what lay within.

As an Elder of Zhongming Academy, Ning Wangxing naturally knew the secret hidden in the depths of the Zhongyan Ancient Capital.

That was the sacrificial altar in the deepest part, shrouded in gray mist, from which the Power of the Other Shore emanated.

Meng Yuan had told him that only Wang Qing could go deep there; ordinary people entering would face certain death.

Now, he watched as Wang Qing’s figure quickly entered the gray mist-shrouded depths behind the ancient capital.

He let out a bitter laugh, ”Wang Qing is truly mysterious. Even the Zhongyan Ancient Capital, which he casually created, isn’t something everyone can fully comprehend.”

The nearly hundred Ancient Kingdom Guards on the city wall, hearing Ning Wangxing’s bitter laugh, also felt that Wang Qing was too mysterious.

”Whoosh whoosh...”

Wang Qing’s figure, like a black lightning bolt, swiftly moved through the sky above the Zhongyan Ancient Capital, with a biting wind whistling in his ears.

From his Overlooking (overlooking) perspective, the magnificent panorama of the entire ancient capital was fully visible.

A colossal Formation light curtain, covering the heavens and earth, enveloped the ancient capital.

This light curtain was not purely black and white, but rather flowed slowly like a Yin and Yang fish, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.

Beneath the light curtain, the ancient capital was clearly and strictly divided into two, presenting two completely different worlds.

The Wuan Imperial Palace stood majestically in the very center of the ancient capital, enclosed by a magnificent giant wall stretching for countless miles before the gray mist, forming an insurmountable boundary.

This wall was not only a physical barrier but also exuded an invisible pressure.

The bricks of the wall were carved with obscure runes, subtly flowing with terrifying energy, seemingly warning all living beings: trespassers will die.

In front of the giant wall was the prosperous heartland of the ancient kingdom, where living beings gathered.

As far as the eye could see, there were rows of palaces and towers.

Crisscrossing wide streets and bustling markets formed a vibrant scene.

The sunlight seemed to particularly favor this place, reflecting dazzling light off the glazed tiles.

During patrols, the well-trained Imperial Guards’ armor clanged.

The sounds of lectures from the distant academy and the clamor of the market intertwined to form a vibrant symphony of civilization.

Here, lights shone brightly, and order prevailed, symbolizing the power and vitality of the Wuan Ancient Kingdom.

However, once the gaze crossed the Wuan Imperial Palace, the scene rapidly deteriorated, entering a dead, unknown area.

The giant wall formed a straight line spanning tens of thousands of miles, enclosing the Wuan Imperial Palace within the gray mist.

And behind the Imperial Palace lay the depths of the Zhongyan Ancient Capital, perpetually engulfed by boundless gray mist.

The gray mist was so thick it resembled liquid, churning and surging as if alive, refusing any prying light.

Even an existence like Wang Qing, whose figure entered it, was instantly swallowed by the gray mist, becoming indistinct.

There, all was silent; no sound of living beings could be heard, only the ancient, low, whimpering wind traversing the mist.

The air was filled with bone-chilling cold and an indescribable scent of decay.

Time itself seemed to have stopped in the gray mist, or perhaps it had reached its final destination.

What secrets were hidden in the depths of the gray mist, no one knew except Wang Qing.

Wang Qing’s speed was incredibly fast; the prosperous scene in front of the Imperial Palace below flew by like a fleeting shadow.

His target was clear: he directly crossed the giant wall spanning countless miles, and then the Wuan Imperial Palace behind the giant wall.

His figure plunged without hesitation into the gray mist behind the Imperial Palace, completely isolating himself from the light and clamor behind him.

Soon.

Wang Qing’s figure, like a falling ink-colored feather, silently landed near an ancient sacrificial altar in the depths of the gray mist.

Here, the gray mist was no longer mere vapor; it was more like a solidified, flowing, dark entity.

It devoured light, devoured sound, and even devoured the concept of time.

When he spread his five fingers, what he felt was not emptiness, but a viscous, icy resistance, as if he had plunged into the solidified mud of time itself.

All was silent, with only the low, ancient whimpering swirling in the mist.

It wasn’t like wind; it was more like the breath of this dead Domain itself, carrying the absolute tranquility after the end of all things.

The outline of the sacrificial altar gradually became clear through a perception beyond sight.

It was not artificially constructed but more like a cooled stellar core, carved entirely from a single piece, dark and mysterious in color, its surface covered with naturally formed ancient patterns.

These patterns resembled dry riverbeds, or the trajectories of nebulae condensing at the Universe’s genesis.

Within them, a faint glow slowly circulated, silently recording the pulse of a forgotten era.

The base of the altar was deeply rooted in the unseen ”earth” below, integrated with the Land of the Other Shore.