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

209: The God-Devouring Talisman, the scheme succeeded.For a time, the Dao Source Palace was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Only the heavy, suppressed breathing of King Qin the Slaughterer and the other two could be heard.

The gazes they directed at Chu Moqian were filled with gratitude.

Chu Moqian took in the Soul-deep trembling and fear of the three, yet his heart remained undisturbed, harboring only the cold indifference of a plan proceeding smoothly.

Maintaining a facade of seriousness and concern, he slowly said, ”It seems you have also realized the crux of this matter.”

”Since that is the case, let us hold our forces for now. Everything depends on contacting the Ancient God Ancestor first.”

”The current priority is to stabilize Xie Shengtian and the Son of the Great Dao, and avoid alerting them.”

These words completely resonated with the terrified hearts of King Qin the Slaughterer and the other two.

At this moment, they had no trace of their previous scheming thoughts left, wishing only to immediately hand over all decision-making authority, fearing they might take another wrong step.

”Old Ancestor Chu is absolutely right! Absolutely right!” Chu Daoren quickly bowed in response, his tone full of respect and obedience.

”It was our poor consideration that almost caused a disaster! Everything will be arranged by the Old Ancestor and the two Seniors!”

Yi Tianguang and King Qin the Slaughterer also chimed in, their attitudes utterly humble.

They felt that having these three highly respected Seniors return to preside over the overall situation was an immense stroke of luck.

However, they were completely unaware that this ”stability” and ”guidance” they relied upon was precisely the beginning of their descent into another abyss of eternal damnation.

Behind Chu Moqian’s seemingly thoughtful words, cold calculations were already tightening like an invisible spider web.

Beneath the seemingly harmonious atmosphere of consensus in the hall, undercurrents surged and killing intent lurked everywhere.

It was just that King Qin the Slaughterer, Yi Tianguang, and Chu Daoren, these three lambs waiting to be slaughtered, were still immersed in a false sense of security, completely oblivious to their impending fate.

”It is enough that you recognize your mistakes. If there is nothing else, you may withdraw for now!”

”This Dominator will attempt to contact the Ancient God Ancestor with Cave Master Shan Qiong and Master Wu Yan to see if we can reach him.”

Chu Moqian casually found a place to sit down, not forgetting to wave his hand at King Qin the Slaughterer and the other two, signaling them to leave.

Chu Daoren and Yi Tianguang exchanged glances, the lingering fear in their eyes receding.

The two cupped their hands, respectfully backed away, and turned to leave the Dao Source Palace.

After seeing Chu Daoren and the other man leave, King Qin the Slaughterer was about to depart himself, but was called back by Master Wu Yan.

”Fellow Daoist Qin, there is no need to rush off. You should stay and see if you can contact the Ancient God Ancestor!”

Master Wu Yan’s voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable certainty, sounding exceptionally clear within the empty Dao Source Palace.

King Qin the Slaughterer, who was about to step away, paused and slowly turned around.

His gaze swept past Chu Moqian and Cave Master Shan Qiong, who were already seated, finally settling on Master Wu Yan.

Chu Moqian leaned back casually, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, his eyelids slightly lowered, as if immersed in his own thoughts, seemingly unconcerned about the subtle changes unfolding before him.

King Qin the Slaughterer forced a trace of helplessness onto his face, cupping his hands and saying, ”Master Wu Yan, please stop joking!”

”My entire Dao Exhaustion cultivation was achieved through the Ancient God Ancestor using the power of a mysterious chessboard to grant me a Breakthrough.”

”The Ancient God Ancestor always contacts me proactively; I simply do not have a way to contact him myself.”

His tone held humble honesty. In front of these three returning Seniors, he felt like an ant, with no secrets to hide.

Hearing this, Master Wu Yan curled his lips into an extremely faint, almost imperceptible arc.

He slowly and deliberately rubbed the ancient spatial ring on his finger, his movements elegant yet carrying a hint of chill.

”So that is the case...” He drew out his words, his gaze subtly sweeping over Chu Moqian. After receiving an almost undetectable confirming look from the latter, he continued.

He then continued, ”However, an extra person means extra strength. I will give you a Talisman; you can also try to see if you can contact the Ancient God Ancestor!”

Before his voice faded, a faint light flashed on his fingertip, and a Talisman, flowing with seven-colored light, appeared out of thin air, floating gently toward King Qin the Slaughterer.

The Talisman shone brightly, its surface covered in mysterious runes. Although it seemed auspicious, a subtle, heart-stopping suction force faintly emanuded from within.

King Qin the Slaughterer did not suspect anything and reached out to catch it.

The Talisman felt warm to the touch, but upon careful inspection with his Divine Thought, he could sense a faint, almost nonexistent, cold sting.

Moreover, both sides of the Talisman were inscribed with an ancient character for ”Gu,” emitting a Qi that shared the same Origin as Gu Cangyang. He exclaimed in surprise:

”A communication Talisman refined by the Ancient God Ancestor?”

”It is indeed a communication Talisman refined by the Ancient God Ancestor. Try to see if you can contact him!”

Master Wu Yan’s expression remained unchanged, but the depths of his eyes were like a frozen cold pool, utterly undisturbed, save for a fleeting glint of calculation.

Having spoken, he also took out another Talisman that was similar in appearance but fundamentally different.

He made a show of forming hand seals and chanting, a stream of light merging into the Talisman, his performance flawless.

Seeing that Master Wu Yan had already begun casting his spell, King Qin the Slaughterer’s last trace of doubt vanished.

He followed suit, calming his mind and concentrating his Qi, urging the Origin power within his body to pour into the seven-colored Talisman in his hand.

In an instant, a sudden change occurred!

Instead of emitting the soft glow expected of a communication device, the Talisman burst forth with an extremely dazzling, seven-colored Divine Light that nearly scorched the Divine Soul!

This light did not spread outward; instead, like a living tentacle, it violently retracted inward, transforming into a strange stream of light!

With lightning speed, it shot straight toward King Qin the Slaughterer’s glabella and Sea of Consciousness!

”Uh ah...!”

King Qin the Slaughterer only managed to let out a short, muffled grunt before he felt an irresistible, terrifying suction grip his entire consciousness.

The sensation was not like a simple impact; it was more like erosion, a complete Devouring.

The seven-colored light frantically drilled into his Sea of Consciousness like a living thing. Wherever it passed, thought froze, memory blurred, and self-awareness collapsed like a sandcastle.

His eyes instantly lost all vitality, becoming hollow and vacant, like two glass beads embedded in his face.

Although his body was still standing, King Qin the Slaughterer’s mind had been completely swallowed by that dazzling yet fatal light, reducing him to an empty shell with only vital signs remaining.

Master Wu Yan watched all of this with cold eyes, his face devoid of expression—neither pride nor pity—as if merely observing a tool being activated.

What he had given King Qin the Slaughterer was not a communication Talisman at all, but the ”Soul Devouring Talisman” he had once refined.

This Talisman was incomparably malicious, specializing in Devouring the Primordial Spirit and sentience of cultivators. Those afflicted would have their Divine Soul instantly confined and consumed.

It only left behind the body of a Puppet, retaining his cultivation and some instinctual movements, but completely obeying the caster of the Talisman.

The ruthlessness of its effect could be described as destroying a person without a trace.

Inside the hall, there was absolute silence.

Only King Qin the Slaughterer stood motionless in place, like a statue.

Chu Moqian continued to tap the armrest, while Cave Master Shan Qiong kept his eyes lowered, observing his own heart.

Master Wu Yan slowly put away the communication Talisman he had just pretended to use.

The air inside the hall grew stickier and colder due to the success of this silent conspiracy.

Killing intent had thoroughly permeated this body that had just lost its Soul.