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

225: Confusion and ResolutenessOnly a very few Peak existences standing in the Land of the Other Shore might still be able to glimpse the trace of the wrinkle that was forcibly smoothed out from the ripples of the River of Time.

But for the vast multitude of living beings, a catastrophe that swept across the Multi-Universe had quietly ended, leaving behind only a silent world awaiting new life.

Burial Heaven Mountain also completed its final concealment at this moment.

This ancient Divine Mountain, accompanying the reclusion of Antule and the others, emitted a low hum from ancient times.

The entire mountain body began to turn illusory and transparent, and the space-time structure upon it underwent extremely profound distortion.

Finally, it transformed into a mirage, slowly sinking and fading across all dimensions, until it vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.

Carrying the secrets of the Nine Burials God Clan, it completely sank into the hidden side of history, passing away from the world.

Thus, the Nine Burials God Clan, which had once stirred up trouble and caused massive turmoil within the system.

Had truly disappeared from the world, becoming part of a distant legend.

And the God Race civil war, in which they participated as a crucial node, finally subsided with the cleansing of the Law storm.

The battlefield was completely cleansed, drawing a seemingly Perfect conclusion.

Heaven and Earth returned to peace, but only time would reveal how much new Karma and undercurrents were buried beneath this tranquility.

One day later... a desolate and distant border region of the Land of the Other Shore.

The Void Realm here presented a scene of deathly gray decay, as if even time was too lazy to flow through it.

A warship constructed entirely from dark, ancient wood hung silently in this eternal solitude, like an abandoned ghost.

The hull was covered in ancient runes that had long since blurred, speaking of the long years and countless campaigns it had endured.

Gu Cangyang stood alone at the dilapidated bow of the warship, his withered hand gripping the cold gunwale tightly, his knuckles white from the excessive force.

His hunched figure appeared particularly small and desolate against the backdrop of nothingness, his murky gaze cast toward the direction where Burial Heaven Mountain had once stood.

Now, there was nothing there, only the faint glow of the smoothly flowing Law of the Other Shore.

He had already learned everything that happened yesterday.

The scheme he had meticulously laid out over hundreds of millions of years, the calculation he thought was foolproof... all of it, under Wang Qing’s nearly indifferent presence, melted away completely and silently, like snow in the sun.

Not even a proper confrontation had occurred; his carefully arranged plans were simply shattered.

An extreme sense of powerlessness, mixed with the humiliation of being utterly ignored, coiled around his heart like a poisonous vine, tightening until it nearly suffocated him.

His heart was so agitated it felt as if it were being gnawed by hundreds of millions of poisonous ants, yet he had nowhere to vent.

Because the opponent who had caused his complete defeat had never considered him an enemy worthy of serious attention.

What made him feel even more like he had fallen into an ice cave was the spontaneous healing of the Land of the Other Shore.

He clearly perceived that the ”destiny chessboard,” distributed deep within the Void Realm and just one step away from being completely activated by hundreds of millions of drops of divine blood.

Was forcibly pressed back into the depths of the earth’s crust, like an imminent volcanic eruption, under the cleansing of the Law storm that swept across the entire God Race battlefield.

The sacrificial ritual, which had gathered the resentment and Origin power of countless gods and devils, suddenly ceased at the final moment.

The energy was cut off, and the link disintegrated.

The brilliant light that had begun to circulate on the chessboard instantly dimmed, returning to deathly silence, stopping just before the final, most regrettable step.

He felt as if his entire being had experienced a nightmare, plunging straight from the clouds Above the Nine Heavens into a bottomless abyss.

One moment earlier, it seemed he had touched the supreme authority, sensing the ultimate glory of creating a new Realm and being unrivaled Above the Nine Heavens;

The next moment, all illusions shattered, and he was reverted to his original state: still the old man clinging to life on the edge of the Other Shore, his schemes having failed.

This kind of fluctuation!

This massive disparity!

Caused him intense bouts of dizziness and a feeling of emptiness; he was utterly lost, as if he had lost all direction and meaning.

”Wh-why did this happen?”

A low, hoarse whisper, full of bloodshot strain, was painfully squeezed out from Gu Cangyang’s cracked lips.

His eyes were filled with alarming blood-redness; it was not anger, but a deep-seated confusion and the struggle of being on the verge of collapse.

He repeatedly traced every detail of his plan, deducing every possibility, yet he could never find the flaw that led to his complete defeat.

What exactly did Wang Qing do?

It seemed he did nothing at all, merely appearing there, forcing Hui Yan to retreat, and intimidating Antule... and then his hundreds of millions of years of effort just crumbled so easily?

This was completely illogical, exceeding all the rules and common sense he understood!

A deeper despair began to spread.

He recalled the Ancient Gods who had returned to the end of the River of Time—they were crucial chess pieces in his plan, but now they too had become phantoms.

What truly twisted his heart was that the goal he had dreamed of and regarded as his life’s purpose—creating a new Realm—the Hongmeng Empress, had actually achieved it before him.

It seemed everything had truly settled.

Gu Cangyang felt like a clumsy clown who had meticulously rehearsed backstage for a long time, believing he was about to stage a shocking drama.

But when the curtain opened, he realized the protagonist had already been replaced.

The play had ended, the audience seats were empty, and only he remained, performing alone for the air.

This immense sense of absurdity and failure was what he could least accept, threatening to completely tear apart his sanity.

”No... it shouldn’t be like this... it can’t just end like this!”

Gu Cangyang violently shook his head, trying to shake off the confusing and maddening sense of powerlessness.

He couldn’t accept it! How could hundreds of millions of years of waiting, hundreds of millions of years of planning, be wasted due to this inexplicable turn of events?

Intense obsession and unwillingness reignited in his eyes like the karmic fire of Hell, burning the blood-red gaze into a kind of near-mad paranoia.

Confusion was gradually replaced by a desperate ruthlessness.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze like a poisoned knife, shooting toward the ancient rooms on the warship’s deck that were covered with Restrictions.

There, the five individuals—Yi Bochang, Yi Tianguang, Chu Daoren, King Qin the Slaughterer, and Xie Shengtian—resided.

They were Gu Cangyang’s chess pieces, and after his plan failed, they were the chips he could use to potentially reverse the situation.

A more extreme and insane idea, like a poisonous mushroom growing in the darkness, rapidly took shape in his mind, becoming incredibly clear and resolute.

Since the Origin power of the ten Ancient Gods of the Dao Exhaustion Realm could not be gathered, and the destiny chessboard could not be activated in the most Perfect way he had envisioned... then he would use everything these five current top experts possessed as a sacrifice!

He would throw them, along with the Luck, cultivation, and even the essence of their Divine Souls, into the dormant destiny chessboard!

This was undoubtedly a huge gamble, with a slim chance of success, and it might even trigger an unpredictable backlash.

But Gu Cangyang could no longer afford to worry about that.

He was like a gambler who had lost everything, willing to stake everything—including these precious Materials and a portion of his own Origin—to seize that one-in-ten-thousand possibility.