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Chapter 223 : The cruel truth, voluntarily retreating · Oct 01, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 : Hey, what are you doing, Wuyan Master? 2026-10-01
202 Chapter 202 : Want to join the Boundless Divine Kingdom? Then you should put righteousness before family! 2026-10-01
203 Chapter 203 : My best friend has become a puppet of the Four Fears Demon? 2026-10-01
204 Chapter 204 : Disappointed that they are not living up to their potential 2026-10-01
205 Chapter 205 : Let bygones be bygones. 2026-10-01
206 Chapter 206 : Wang Zhennan’s surprise 2026-10-01
207 Chapter 207 : Weren’t you suppressed by the powerful beings on the other side? 2026-10-01
208 Chapter 208 : Chu Moqian’s Deception 2026-10-01
209 Chapter 209 : The God-Devouring Talisman, the scheme succeeded. 2026-10-01
210 Chapter 210 : Confuse 2026-10-01
211 Chapter 211 : Daydream shattered 2026-10-01
212 Chapter 212 : The realm of half-baked truth 2026-10-01
213 Chapter 213 : Heh, your master has been turned into a puppet. 2026-10-01
214 Chapter 214 : Who told you that the Child of the Great Dao can create a new realm? 2026-10-01
215 Chapter 215 : You ignorant wretches, get going! 2026-10-01
216 Chapter 216 : The Alliance of All Realms that suddenly evaporated 2026-10-01
217 Chapter 217 : Is the plan about to succeed? 2026-10-01
218 Chapter 218 : Instead of appeasement, there was only anxiety and lingering fear. 2026-10-01
219 Chapter 219 : Yi Bochang’s conjecture 2026-10-01
220 Chapter 220 : eager 2026-10-01
221 Chapter 221 : Huiyan, stop now! 2026-10-01
222 Chapter 222 : Why don’t you look back? 2026-10-01
223 Chapter 223 : The cruel truth, voluntarily retreating 2026-10-01
224 Chapter 224 : I hope you will keep your word, otherwise you will bear the consequences. 2026-10-01
225 Chapter 225 : Confusion and Resoluteness 2026-10-01
226 Chapter 226 : The final struggle 2026-10-01
227 Chapter 227 : The last straw that broke the camel’s back 2026-10-01
228 Chapter 228 : Survival instinct, desperate measures 2026-10-01
229 Chapter 229 : it’s all over 2026-10-01
230 Chapter 230 : The knot in his heart, the trouble that arose from the Yin-Yang Twin Jade? 2026-10-01
231 Chapter 231 : Final Chapter 2026-10-01

223: The cruel truth, voluntarily retreatingMeanwhile, Antule and the other three black-robed figures trembled uncontrollably the moment Wang Qing’s figure appeared.

Their bodies all shook violently, as if from an instinctive awe and fear emanating from their very Souls.

It was an uncontrollable reaction of the weak facing a supreme existence.

Although their ghost masks concealed their faces, their instantly stiff limbs and slightly bowed heads revealed their terror completely.

However, Antule was, after all, the leader of the Nine Burials God Clan and had experienced countless storms.

He forcibly suppressed the surging waves in his heart, took a deep breath, and quickly adjusted his mindset.

Moreover, he realized that this was an excellent opportunity to show his loyalty, and perhaps the only chance to turn the situation around.

He quickly bowed slightly, leading the three black-robed figures behind him, cupping his hands in salute towards Wang Qing’s direction, his voice filled with reverence:

”Greetings... greetings, Lord of No Shore!”

Immediately after, he quickly stated his position, attempting to draw a clear line between himself and Hui Yan, and offered Wang Qing a pledge of allegiance:

”We can help you capture Hui Yan and his group, and then shatter Gu Cangyang’s overambitious pipe dream!”

Before his words finished, as if to prove his sincerity and value, Antule suddenly flicked his sleeve.

In an instant, the surrounding bloody mist, as if summoned, began to swirl and converge at an unprecedented speed.

In a flash, it formed an incredibly solid bloody light screen, like an inverted bowl, enveloping this area.

Upon the light screen, countless ancient and eerie bloody incantation (incantations) flowed and flickered rapidly, emitting a powerful sealing force.

This not only further reinforced the space but also completely sealed off the retreat path for Hui Yan and the others, subtly isolating them from Wang Qing.

This move was both a gesture of goodwill to Wang Qing and an eager display of his own usefulness.

His intention to submit, and even beg for protection, was already clear.

”You are quite clever. After the last War of Nine Burials to the Other Shore, you created the Nine Burials God Clan, attempting to rebel.”

”Now you eagerly show loyalty; you truly know how to adapt to circumstances.”

”If you want to show submission, capture them, or kill them. I will consider the pledge of allegiance you offer.”

Wang Qing shook his head and chuckled softly, flashing to the side, watching Antule and Hui Yan’s group with interest, wanting to see them fight amongst themselves.

Antule did not refute Wang Qing’s words but turned his gaze to Hui Yan and the other ancient gods.

His expression flickered, and he advised, ”Hui Yan, there have long been Realms beyond the Dao Exhaustion Realm, you just couldn’t know about them!”

”Gu Cangyang’s desire to create some new Realm through the Path of Luck is merely a pipe dream that cannot be realized.”

”Make your choice! If you remain deluded, I will have no choice but to lead my strong subordinates to capture you!”

Antule’s words had a hidden meaning, seemingly hoping Hui Yan would understand the pros and cons of the current situation.

However, Hui Yan and the other ancient gods, upon hearing Antule’s words, once again looked astonished and uncertain.

What a joke? There have long been Realms beyond the Dao Exhaustion Realm?

”You lie! The Dao Exhaustion Realm is the end of the cultivation path; how could there be other Realms!”

Hui Yan denied in a lost voice, his face full of disbelief.

Antule looked at him and sighed faintly:

”In the past, above Immortal Emperor was the Dao Exhaustion Realm, but no Immortal Emperor was ever able to Breakthrough.

”Thus, after the War of Nine Burials to the Other Shore, the Hongmeng Empress created the Path of Transcendence as a shortcut.”

”An Immortal Emperor who completes the Path of Transcendence has a chance to achieve the Dao Exhaustion Realm.”

”Countless years have passed since the last War of Nine Burials to the Other Shore, and the Hongmeng Empress has long been attempting to surpass the Dao Exhaustion Realm.”

”During the period when Gu Cangyang descended upon the Land of the Other Shore with the Nine Heavens Divine Domain, she had already successfully surpassed Dao Exhaustion.”

”She named the Realm beyond the Dao Exhaustion Realm the Origin Realm, so Gu Cangyang’s reliance on the Path of Luck to create a new Realm is just a dream.”

”However, to be fair, if the Hongmeng Empress hadn’t surpassed the Dao Exhaustion Realm in advance, perhaps Gu Cangyang would still have had a good chance to create a new Realm.”

After Antule finished his lengthy discourse, every word carried immense weight, pressing heavily on Hui Yan’s heart.

The air solidified, and time seemed to slow its pace.

Hui Yan fell into a bottomless silence. This silence was not due to having nothing to say, but rather the dead stillness after his entire belief system suddenly cracked.

As an ancient god even older than the source of time, he had experienced vast changes and seen through illusions.

Antule could so clearly point out the existence of the ”Origin Realm” and analyze the Hongmeng Empress’s achievements alongside Gu Cangyang’s ambitions.

This definitive tone could no longer be explained by mere bluster.

The scales within his heart, which weighed ancient truths, were now violently tilting... Antule’s words had an extremely high probability of being the cold, hard truth.

What truly shattered Hui Yan’s last shred of hope was Wang Qing’s detached demeanor.

The Lord of No Shore merely moved leisurely to the edge of the light screen, like a spectator high in a pavilion, ready to enjoy a play about to begin.

He showed no intention of refuting, not even a hint of doubt.

This transcendent silence was more oppressive than any harsh reprimand.

If Antule’s words were false, how could Wang Qing allow him to spout such nonsense here?

This silent acquiescence became the final heavy blow that shattered the wall in Hui Yan’s heart.

The silence continued, long and suffocating.

This stillness was occupied by the slowly swirling bloody Formation.

On the light screen, ancient bloody incantation (incantations) pulsed and flickered as if alive.

Each flash stirred the Void Realm, emanating energy ripples capable of making stars tremble.

This eerie light reflected in Hui Yan’s deep, pool-like eyes, but it could not dispel the heavy gloom that permeated them.

He seemed to hear the piercing sound of his foundation, the belief that ”the Dao Exhaustion Realm is the end” that he had held for billions of years, crumbling.

Gu Cangyang’s promise of creating a new Realm through the Path of Luck, in the face of the Origin Realm already achieved by the Hongmeng Empress,

Instantly faded, becoming an unrealistic illusion.

The infinite prospects that had once tempted him vanished without a trace in an instant.

”That’s enough, that’s enough...”

A long sigh, laden with endless weariness, escaped Hui Yan’s lips. This sigh drained the remaining vitality and fighting spirit from his body.

Every line on his face was etched with the desolation of burned-out hope.

”Since the Hongmeng Empress has taken a step ahead of us... and entered that Origin Realm...”

His voice was hoarse, steeped in the complete surrender after despair, and also the numbness under the crushing weight of immense loss:

”Then there’s no need for us old folks to futilely assist Gu Cangyang, clinging to that illusion.”

He slowly raised the hand that had once shaken Laws and torn apart the universe, but there was no longer the decisiveness of the past in his movements, only the slow indifference of waning interest.

Space was torn open again, but the rift appeared dim and lifeless.

He glanced sideways, meeting the gaze of the few ancient gods beside him, whose faces were equally dark and eyes complex.

No words were needed; a shared sense of desolate camaraderie had spread.

Hui Yan’s voice was light, like a murmur, as he spoke again: ”We shall return to the end of the River of Time...”

”From now on, forever leaving the troubles of these myriad worlds; all Karma shall become a thing of the past.”

After speaking, he was the first to step into the spatial rift, followed silently by the other ancient gods, their figures instantly swallowed by nothingness.

They left not a trace of attachment, only emptiness and faintly rippling spatial distortions.

Wang Qing remained standing still, like an unmoving rock, showing no intention of stopping them.

This was not out of magnanimity or oversight, but from a profound deliberation under absolute strength.

Hui Yan and his group voluntarily retreating and returning to the Shiyuan Realm was the outcome he most desired.

Firstly, although forcing them to stay would be as easy as turning his hand, it would inevitably require some means, potentially disturbing the arrangements here, which would be superfluous.

Secondly, and crucially, having these ancient gods permanently stationed at the Shiyuan Realm at the end of time,

Was like establishing a natural barrier for that region, capable of spontaneously maintaining partial spatiotemporal balance, implicitly saving him many trivial supervisory tasks.

Since the other party was sensible enough to retreat and promised not to interfere in worldly affairs, such a win-win outcome perfectly suited his intentions.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, forming an extremely faint arc—a calm assurance of having the overall situation under control, and a silent assessment of Antule’s ”loyalty” this time.

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