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

224: I hope you will keep your word, otherwise you will bear the consequences.Antule stared intently at the spot where Hui Yan and the others vanished, until the spatial rift completely closed without a trace. Only then did his heart, which had been hanging high, slowly settle.

A strong sense of dread, like an icy undercurrent, spread from his limbs and bones, making it almost impossible for him to suppress a subtle tremor.

Deep in his heart, he quietly let out a long breath of stale, pent-up air.

As long as the true “Dao Exhaustion War” was not triggered, there was still room for maneuver!

This was because the horrific scene of the last War of Nine Burials to the Other Shore was deeply etched into his Divine Soul.

He had personally experienced and witnessed how devastating conflicts of that level were.

That was far from an ordinary contest of Divine Ability; it was the direct collision and annihilation of the Great Dao Origin.

Once it fully erupted, let alone the Land of the Other Shore falling apart.

Even the billions of worlds and countless living beings floating in the Hongmeng Sea would be dragged into this catastrophe, falling like autumn leaves.

That would be a disaster affecting the entire Multiverse.

Now, the conflict ended with Hui Yan’s retreat, avoiding the worst possible outcome, which gave him a sense of relief, as if surviving a great calamity.

He secretly circulated his Divine Power, calming the agitated Qi and blood caused by extreme tension.

But the fear and reverence rooted deep in his memory could not be instantly soothed.

His current relaxation carried an unspeakable heaviness.

”Lord, I will also retreat like those Ancient Gods and remain dormant forever in Burial Heaven Mountain.”

”What do you think?”

Antule asked tremblingly.

Wang Qing impatiently waved his hand and said indifferently, ”I hope you keep your word. If not, bear the consequences yourself.”

After speaking.

Wang Qing said no more, not even sparing Antule another glance.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture motionless, yet an invisible ripple naturally spread around him.

It was as if the connection between him and this world was being quietly erased.

The next moment.

His entire being transformed into a wisp of black smoke, carrying an otherworldly detachment, and silently merged into the surrounding spatial fluctuations that had not yet fully subsided.

There was no sound of tearing the void, and no energy turbulence.

Only a faint trace of chilling Dao Rhyme was left where he departed, proving he had once stood there.

Immediately, even this Dao Rhyme vanished completely, like the wind passing without a trace.

His departure was one of absolute control and disdain.

Everything here was merely insignificant dust to him; he simply brushed his sleeve and left, unstained by the slightest bit.

Antule stood frozen in place, head bowed deeply, not even daring to extend his Divine Sense to perceive whether that existence had truly left.

He could only rely on his own perception of the Laws of Heaven and Earth to detect whether the suffocating sense of oppression had receded.

Time seemed to freeze; every breath felt as long as ten thousand years.

It wasn’t until that terrifying Qi mechanism, like a thorn in his back and an abyss looming overhead, completely peeled away from the area.

Only then did Antule dare to raise his head, extremely slowly and tentatively.

Confirming that the black nightmare was gone, he felt as if his spine had been removed, and he nearly collapsed.

He quickly circulated his remaining Divine Power to stabilize himself, and tremblingly raised his hand, repeatedly wiping the cold sweat constantly seeping from his forehead with his wide sleeve.

Every breath was accompanied by the tremor of surviving a catastrophe.

He looked around. Besides the deathly silence, there was only the ruin and devastation left by the God Race’s tens of thousands of years of civil war, and the pervasive Aura of destruction in the air.

”Go... hurry...” His voice was hoarse as he urged the three black-robed figures beside him, who were equally paralyzed with fear.

The three black-robed figures were also deathly pale, like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. Hearing his words, they immediately gathered around Antule and transformed into three dim streaks of light.

They frantically fled toward the deepest, eternally silent, and fog-shrouded parts of Burial Heaven Mountain.

Their speed was extremely fast, but they lacked any Aura; they looked more like fugitives, desperate to hide themselves within the deep mountains and secluded valleys rumored to be able to bury even time itself.

They did not dare to look back, desperately diving toward the Mountain Core depths.

Until they felt the last trace of external light and sound was isolated by the massive mountain body and ancient Restrictions.

Until only eternal darkness and silence remained around them,

Antule’s frantically beating heart finally gained a slight, false sense of security.

He knew this was only a temporary respite. The words of the Lord of No Shore were the strongest shackles, forever confining their future.

Meanwhile... outside Burial Heaven Mountain.

Across the vast and boundless Void Realm and the lands affected by the civil war within the god clan system, a grander and more miraculous scene was unfolding.

This horrific civil war, which spread widely and caused the demise of countless powerhouses, seemed to have triggered a self-healing mechanism in the Foundation of the Other Shore.

It was not driven by human effort, but the Laws of the Other Shore began to operate spontaneously in the darkness.

Above the ruins of the battlefields—where space had collapsed and Law Chains were broken—

Countless colorful light ribbons of various shapes suddenly appeared without warning.

These light ribbons were the manifestation of the Origin power of the Yin and Yang Twin Jade, stirring up a mysterious Law Storm.

They were like sentient spiritual snakes, or the most precise brooms in Heaven and Earth, beginning to sweep across every inch of land, clearing the mountainous corpses of Gods and Devils.

Those corpses might have belonged to overlords who dominated regions in life, possessing immortal Physical Bodies and blazing Divine Blood.

But under the cleansing of this mysterious storm, they seemed to undergo the accelerated erosion of billions of years of time.

They quickly lost all luster and spirituality; flesh and blood melted away, bones weathered, and they ultimately turned into the most fundamental particles, returning to dust.

The scorched earth, once soaked in Divine Blood and filled with soaring resentment, was purified by the Law Storm... violent energy was neutralized, dense Evil Qi was cleansed, and the broken Earth Meridians were reorganized and reconnected.

Where the Law Storm passed, it contained not just simple destruction, but also a profound power of ”restoration”... the bottomless abysses blasted open by powerful Divine Abilities slowly closed under the wriggling of spatial Laws;

The mountains and rivers incinerated into a glazed state gradually restored their essence of rock and soil through the circulation of Material Laws;

Even the withered vegetation and severed rivers, caused by the fierce battle, subtly showed a glimmer of new life under the faint nourishment of Life and Water Flow Laws.

The entire process was quiet and efficient, without deafening roars.

Only the sound of the mysterious Law Storm echoed between Heaven and Earth, like a lullaby soothing wounds.

In just the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the vast battlefield, once ravaged, chaotic with energy, and strewn with corpses, had vanished.

In its place was land that was slightly desolate but extraordinarily peaceful.

The land was level. Although not yet decorated with greenery, all traces of war had been erased.

It was as if the thrilling battles and the fall of those powerful existences were nothing more than an illusion.

The air became fresh, and the previously chaotic Power of the Other Shore gradually returned to peaceful circulation.

Above the firmament, the haze and energy vortices that had accumulated due to the great war dissipated completely, restoring clarity.

The sunlight gently scattered upon this newborn land, bringing a hint of warmth and tranquility.

The traces of the civil war within the god clan system were completely wiped away by this silent yet vast and mighty storm.

The land was restored to its original state, as if nothing had ever happened.