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

230: The knot in his heart, the trouble that arose from the Yin-Yang Twin Jade?The solidified air began to flow again, yet it carried not a shred of vitality, only endless emptiness.

Meng Yuan and the few other Other Shore Beings seemed to only now be allowed to breathe.

They looked at each other, their faces devoid of the joy or relief of victory. Instead, an indescribable and extremely complex wry smile clearly surfaced.

That wry smile contained too many emotions.

There was also a deep, helpless sense of absurdity.

They had originally thought this would be a difficult battle concerning the prestige of the Wuan Ancient Kingdom, perhaps even affecting the future structure of power.

Gu Cangyang had returned with the Path of Luck, setting up a heaven-shaking grand scheme.

The Wuan Ancient Kingdom had been ready, prepared for a bitter struggle or even a Pyrrhic victory.

But what was the result?

From beginning to end, Wang Qing seemed never to have regarded Gu Cangyang as a true opponent.

Facing the various trump cards Gu Cangyang hysterically revealed—which he believed were enough to turn the tables, such as capturing the Hongmeng Empress and dealing with the Leader of the Transmigrator Alliance...

Wang Qing’s reaction was more like listening to a clumsy actor reciting an outdated, stale script.

In the end, he used only two sentences (”They are all My women”) and a casual swing of his sword to completely terminate Gu Cangyang along with all his delusions.

How could this be considered a contest between evenly matched opponents?

This was clearly an adult’s dimensionality-reducing gaze upon a child’s sandcastle game, the silent disregard of the vast firmament for the croaking of a frog in a well.

These ”helpers” who had been anxiously guarding and standing ready now seemed like a group of superfluous bystanders.

”Let’s go!”

”Gu Cangyang... has been dealt with.”

Meng Yuan finally let out a long breath of Stale Qi, breaking the silence, his voice heavy with exhaustion and that lingering wry smile.

He deliberately omitted modifiers like ”by Wang Qing,” as if mentioning the process itself was redundant.

He signaled to his colleagues to deal with the five Puppets—King Qin the Slaughterer, Yi Tianguang, Yi Bochang, Chu Daoren, and Xie Shengtian—who had become completely still, like delicate wooden dolls, after Wang Qing left.

These names, once dominating the scene, were now merely items that needed to be ”brought back.”

The Other Shore Beings nodded silently, their movements somewhat mechanical.

They each cast spells, leading the five Puppets with their stiff expressions and hollow eyes.

Like collecting spoils of war or disposing of a pile of discarded wreckage, they quietly left the ancient warship that had once carried Gu Cangyang’s final ambition.

The deck finally became completely empty.

Only the area of the pale deck, scorched by the Primal Karma Fire and exceptionally clean, remained.

It faintly reflected the light in the gloom, silently recounting everything that had just transpired.

The Karma Fire had long since burned out, the last trace of heat dissipated, and coldness once again descended.

The massive warship floated silently in the Void Realm, resembling an abandoned ancient creation.

The thrilling ambush, counterattack, despair, struggle for survival, and final annihilation of Gu Cangyang had left no substantial trace.

The wind swept across the empty deck, letting out a low moan, as if performing a silent memorial or expressing an inaudible, profound sigh.

A formidable figure who had schemed for eons, stirred up monstrous waves, and nearly pushed the Wuan Ancient Kingdom to the brink of desperation.

The ultimate conclusion of his existence was merely this silent, this simple, this... understated.

So understated that everyone who witnessed the end, aside from offering a complex emotion containing countless feelings, could not muster any further words of commentary.

Half a month later.

Shen Shiyao and Shangguan Yurou traveled through the Other Shore Passage to the Hongmeng Sea, wanting to check on the Hongmeng Empress’s preparations for the wedding.

Wang Qing also left the Land of the Other Shore.

He arrived alone before the entrance of the Twin Passage and stood silently for a long time.

The Passage was silent, black and white flowing, seemingly leading to the beginning and end of everything.

He knew that he eventually had to face the answer hidden there... the truth that he had subconsciously tried to avoid in both his lives.

After standing for a long time, he finally took a deep breath and stepped into the vortex.

Light and shadow shifted, and in an instant, he found himself in that familiar Passage.

On one side was boundless darkness, and on the other, eternal pure white.

He did not look toward the side of darkness, which he often used against enemies, but instead cast his gaze toward the White Space.

Just approaching it, an inexplicable sense of restlessness welled up in his heart.

It was this feeling that had made him resistant to this place throughout his previous and current lives.

But Zhuge Yuanxi and Shangguan Yurou had both said that all the answers lay deep within the White Space.

To untie the Knot in the Heart regarding the ”murderer” and the ”Origin” that had plagued his past and present lives, he had to go in.

Without further hesitation, Wang Qing stepped into the vast expanse of white.

The surrounding scenery immediately rippled and changed like water waves.

The white receded, and a familiar scene emerged... It was the small village where he had lived in his previous life, back when he was weak and ordinary.

”An illusion constructed from memories...”

Wang Qing muttered softly to himself, making no attempt to destroy the automatically unfolding scene.

He followed the small village path to the courtyard that was somewhat dilapidated in his memory.

In the illusion, the young ”him” picked up a mysterious jade pendant and wore it day and night.

Immediately afterward, the scene flowed rapidly, settling on a certain night when he was seventeen.

He and his parents were chatting casually in the courtyard when the jade pendant on his chest suddenly erupted with blinding light.

Two indistinct black and white figures, neither human nor shadow, materialized out of thin air and fought fiercely.

The aftermath of the battle instantly destroyed the entire village, and all the neighbors and loved ones he knew perished within it.

The ”him,” overwhelmed by grief and indignation, roared toward the sky, and a mass of Gray Mist erupted from his body, instantly scattering the two black and white figures.

Afterward, a jade pendant fell into his hand; it was the ”yin-yang twin jade.”

The illusion abruptly ended here, and the surroundings returned to the vast white expanse.

Wang Qing watched all of this in silence.

The first layer of the Knot in the Heart was untied at this moment.

It turned out that the ”mysterious villain” and ”protagonist” who had relentlessly plagued him and been regarded as mortal enemies in his previous life...

The root cause was actually the two streams of Yin and Yang Qi within the yin-yang twin jade, fighting each other and trying to devour their master.

And the source that destroyed his home and took his loved ones was precisely the jade pendant he had worn all along.

”The disaster originated from me...”

This truth left Wang Qing momentarily unsure how to process it.

But this astonishment only lasted for a moment.

He immediately thought that if his parents from the previous life had truly died, why would Shangguan Yurou have gone to such great lengths to arrange his Reincarnation into the Taboo Wang Family?

It was highly likely that they were Wang Zhennan and Situ Feiya in this life.

Thinking of this, the heavy burden in his heart largely dissipated.

However, just as his mood calmed slightly... ”Whoosh...”

An invisible wind swept past, and a torrent of memories—mountain-sized, unfamiliar yet carrying a hint of Origin familiarity—poured into his mind without warning.

Wang Qing froze where he stood.

This time, during the prolonged silence, only complete bewilderment and shock remained in his eyes.