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

213: Heh, your master has been turned into a puppet.Meanwhile, Wang Jizi, Shui Tianqiong, and Nine Abyss, after hearing Wang Qing’s explanation of his own Dao transformation and being a half-baked Dao Exhaustion, fell into silence.

They did not speak immediately, but rather, by mutual agreement, introspected, carefully sensing the surging Origin power flowing within their bodies.

Upon this perception, all three felt a chill in their hearts.

They discovered that although their situation was much better than Xie Shengtian’s, and their control over the power of the Dao Exhaustion Realm was deeper.

But upon careful introspection, it seemed they had not fully reached the state of Perfection described by Wang Qing: ’one’s own transformation into Dao, Dao is oneself.’

More or less, they still had countless ties to the Origin power of the Hongmeng Sea, and had not completely abandoned its power.

Thus, it seemed, by Wang Qing’s standards.

They still had a gap to the true Dao Exhaustion Realm; to some extent, they could also be considered a different kind of half-baked.

Therefore, Wang Jizi, Shui Tianqiong, and Nine Abyss were even more utterly impressed by Wang Qing’s insights that directly pointed to the Origin.

Recalling that Wang Qing had already created the Realm name ’Dao Exhaustion’ in a distant, unrecallable past.

And that Wang Qing might have even stepped into the subsequent ’Origin Realm.’

His understanding of ’Dao Exhaustion’ and even higher levels undoubtedly surpassed the cognitive scope of everyone in the current era.

If he said Xie Shengtian was half-baked, then Xie Shengtian was absolutely half-baked, without a doubt.

The path he pointed out... one must abandon the Origin power within the Hongmeng Sea, transform oneself into Dao, and develop one’s own Origin power within the body.

It was undoubtedly the only Righteous Path to the true peak of Dao Exhaustion, and even to glimpse higher Realms.

This path, clear and profound, was imprinted in the hearts of Wang Jizi, Shui Tianqiong, and Nine Abyss, inspiring their endless contemplation and yearning.

”Any discoveries? Is it the same as my guess?”

Nine Abyss sorted out his thoughts, no longer focusing on the Realm matter, but instead asked Wang Qing if he had found anything while searching Xie Shengtian’s memory.

Wang Qing glanced back at Nine Abyss, and said indifferently:

”As you guessed, the Son of the Great Dao is precisely the infant Xie Shengtian brought out from the depths of the Hongmeng Sea.”

After saying that.

He no longer paid attention to Wang Jizi, Shui Tianqiong, and Nine Abyss, but instead swept his Divine Thought across Wuheng Mountain, searching for the whereabouts of the Son of the Great Dao.

Wang Jizi and Shui Tianqiong were still contemplating Wang Qing’s understanding of the Dao Exhaustion Realm.

Only Nine Abyss saw Wang Qing seemingly looking for the Son of the Great Dao’s whereabouts, and before he could offer to help... suddenly.

A desperate, almost distorted roar, like a sharp blade, cut through the deathly silent atmosphere of Wuheng Mountain’s peak.

”You... who are you? What have you done to my Revered Master?”

The voice came from the distant mountain path, carrying a biting cold wind and a hint of an imperceptible tremor.

Just now, East-slaying Feather was in closed-door cultivation in his Immortal Cave, attempting to suppress the slightly restless Origin power within his body.

However, a pulsation from the depths of his Soul, and abnormal spatial fluctuations from the mountain peak, suddenly startled him from his deep meditation.

An ominous premonition, like a cold viper, instantly coiled around his heart.

He disregarded stabilizing his cultivation, his figure transforming into a streak of light, rushing towards the mountain peak at the fastest speed.

At this moment, he stood on the edge of the mountain peak, beneath his feet was ten-thousand-year-old unfrozen profound ice, reflecting the bleak sky light.

The bone-chilling cold, like countless fine needles, penetrated his thin protective Divine Light, piercing into his bone marrow.

But what terrified him more than this extreme cold was the scene before him... his Revered Master Xie Shengtian, whom he regarded as a god and was incredibly powerful, stood blankly like a Soul-less Puppet, next to several unfamiliar figures.

This glance made East-slaying Feather’s blood almost flow backward, and a blazing rage intertwined with bone-deep panic surged skyward.

He didn’t even have time to clearly see the specific appearance of those few people, but in extreme shock and anger, he questioned them from a distance.

Wang Qing’s indifferent gaze followed the sound.

He seemed not at all surprised by this sudden interruption, merely casually waved his moon-white sleeve again.

The movement was light and understated, as if brushing away a speck of dust.

With his flick, the suffocating residual Devilish Qi that had permeated the air was instantly swept away, as if it had never existed.

Deprived of the Devilish Qi’s obstruction, the absolute low temperature of the Extreme Cold Forbidden Zone, enough to freeze a Divine Soul, surged and spread to this core area like a breached ice river.

The cold wind howled, swirling up ice crystals and snow from the ground, emitting a wailing like ghosts.

The surrounding towering ice cliffs and snow walls reflected even more dazzlingly cold light, illuminating the entire mountain peak like a ghostly netherworld, the atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

East-slaying Feather was seen stepping on the vast white snow, the ice crystals under his feet shattering, emitting crisp ’crunch, crunch’ sounds that were particularly harsh in this deathly silent environment.

His figure flickered rapidly, swiftly approaching where Wang Qing and the others were.

His gaze was fixed on his Revered Master Xie Shengtian, his eyes filled with unbelievable horror and heart-wrenching anxiety.

It wasn’t until he teleported to about ten zhang away from Wang Qing and the others that East-slaying Feather, relying on his powerful cultivation, abruptly stopped, scattering snow in all directions.

He still couldn’t spare a moment to carefully examine the people opposite him; all his attention was focused on his Revered Master’s bizarre state.

His face was filled with urgency and panic, his voice trembling due to extreme emotional fluctuations: ”Revered Master! What happened to you?!”

”Heh heh, your Revered Master has been turned into a Puppet by me.”

A contemptuous sneer, like an ice pick, pierced East-slaying Feather’s eardrums.

Wang Qing finally spoke, his laughter devoid of any warmth, only an aloof indifference that looked down upon all things as mere trifles.

He leisurely scrutinized the newcomer, his gaze like that of someone examining a worthless object.

From East-slaying Feather’s body, trembling slightly with anger and shock, to his shallow cultivation, merely at the fifth stage of transcendence.

This scrutiny made the arc of Wang Qing’s cold smile appear even more cruel and playful, as he spoke again:

”Weak... too weak, pitifully weak.”

”The so-called favored child of the Great Dao, before growing up, what is he different from an ant!”

”Your fate will be no better!”

Wang Qing’s tone was calm and unruffled, as if stating a trivial matter unrelated to him.

But every word carried a crushing weight, slamming heavily into East-slaying Feather’s heart.

This blunt pronouncement, like a thunderclap, instantly shattered the last shred of hope in East-slaying Feather’s heart.

Rage erupted like lava, breaking through the dam of his reason; his eyes instantly turned blood red, almost dripping blood, as he furiously roared:

”Who are you?! Why did you attack my Revered Master!”

The roar echoed between the ice cliffs, filled with desperate indignation.

However, when he shifted his gaze from his Revered Master to the moon-white robed figure who had sneered... time, at this moment, seemed to freeze.