Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 155

Ten minutes later.

The three appeared in the bustling Central Continent City.

Shen Ye was pushing the wheelchair, and Song Qingyun was by his side, strolling through the night market together.

“Shen Ye.”

“What?”

“I’m telling you in advance, today’s freshman welcoming party will feature a large-scale teleportation event.”

“Huh? If you tell me in advance, won’t it be against the rules?”

“No,” Song Qingyun smiled, “I’m one of the organizers, I can block others’ prying eyes, no one will know I leaked the questions to you.”

She continued, “Underground Central Continent City, there are interconnected tunnels with various dangers, treasures, inheritances, and weapons prepared.”

“In a few more minutes, all new students will be teleported into the tunnels.”

“The mentors from the three schools will then begin to observe—”

“This is an opportunity for mentors to select students.”

“Remember to perform well.”

“Okay,” Shen Ye said.

So that’s how the map of the Lord of the Weeping Demon Abyss was meant to be used.

It seems this Demon Lord is quite unwilling, after all.

Shen Ye pushed the wheelchair and entered a bustling shop.

Song Yinchen curiously picked up various items, examining them repeatedly and unwilling to put them down.

“Buy you one.”

Shen Ye directly paid to buy her a candied hawthorn.

He also bought one for Song Qingyun.

Then he bought himself a phone lanyard, threaded it, and hung his phone around his neck.

“Little sister, we’ve walked around enough, don’t you think we should go back and complete the contract?” Song Qingyun asked, holding a candied hawthorn.

“We’ve only been browsing for a few minutes. I want to see the tunnels you mentioned,” Song Yinchen said, biting into her candied hawthorn.

The two sisters looked at each other.

Song Yinchen’s eyes were full of persistence, while Song Qingyun’s gaze grew increasingly indifferent, increasingly cold.

“Then, you can only look for five minutes.”

Shen Ye spoke.

Both women looked at him.

He smiled and said, “If it’s only five minutes, it shouldn’t cause any trouble.”

He winked at Song Qingyun.

“No.”

Song Qingyun said, handing the candied hawthorn to Shen Ye, and freeing her hands to press them into the void.

A book shimmering with starlight appeared in her hand, and she stared sternly at Song Yinchen:

“You’ve already seen Central Continent City, now come back with me immediately, or I’ll punish you according to family rules!”

She sensed something was amiss.

Shen Ye’s heart skipped a beat.

Something’s wrong!

It must not happen again.

If she changed his memory again, he would no longer be able to recall what was happening now!

Shen Ye immediately changed his tone: “Yinchen, don’t argue with your sister, let’s go back and complete the ceremony, okay?”

“Alright then,” Song Yinchen said reluctantly.

Song Qingyun was slightly startled, she subconsciously looked at Shen Ye, then at Song Yinchen—

She listens to him so much.

It seems that sending people to trouble Shen Ye back then was actually the right thing to do.

This young man is Song Yinchen’s weakness.

—She found the right person.

“Let’s go, get out first, I’ll have someone pick us up right away,” Song Qingyun said.

“Let’s go,” Shen Ye said, pushing the wheelchair.

The three walked towards the shop door.

The crowd was bustling.

Song Qingyun in front, Shen Ye behind.

Stepping over the threshold.

Song Qingyun subconsciously looked back.

Shen Ye was lifting the wheelchair and coming out the door.

Song Yinchen sat in the wheelchair, her expression gloomy, just like every time she had been frustrated in the past.

Was she overthinking it?

Song Qingyun averted her gaze.

The next second.

Song Yinchen suddenly reached out and patted Shen Ye’s hand.

Both disappeared simultaneously.

…

Feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Shen Ye’s feet landed on the ground.

Song Yinchen had already stood up from the wheelchair.

“You haven’t had your memory altered?” she asked.

“Thanks to that greeting card, you’re that little girl?” Shen Ye said.

“How do you know!”

“Just guessing.”

“Alright, as expected of Brother Shen Ye, now we must hurry.”

“Where is this place?”

“Hongyin Temple.”

Shen Ye looked around.

This seemed to be on the precipice of a mountain peak.

Two steps back, and it would be a bottomless abyss!

And a few meters in front of him, a temple stood amidst green pines, ancient and silent.

Shen Ye looked beyond the cliff.

In the dark void, hazy giant figures floated in mid-air.

They swayed in the wind like hanged ghosts.

Streaks of light emanated from those figures, continuously flying towards Hongyin Temple, but they dissipated into nothingness as they drew near.

—It seemed some invisible barrier was blocking those forces.

What’s going on?

Shen Ye was somewhat bewildered, looking back at Song Yinchen.

“Hongyin Temple is a ‘sacred ground’ with a special ‘field.’ Any power higher than one rank of the Law Realm, including the Eye of Law techniques, and even Law Realm Fourth-level Spirit Arts, cannot function near it.”

Song Yinchen explained.

Shen Ye instinctively looked up and indeed noticed that his title above his head was gone.

The Eye of Law couldn’t be used here!

“What are those things outside?” he asked.

“My Song family is a family that guards the world with divine artifacts. Those things outside are the remains of ancient gods that the thirty-six aristocratic families sealed here, relying on my Song family’s power.”

Song Yinchen explained patiently:

“Central Continent City is our Song family’s art. Its underground tunnels are interconnected and can lead to the thirty-six aristocratic families through the Law Realm.”

“We are now at the very bottom of Central Continent City, at the end of the tunnels.”

“—Hongyin Temple.”

Song Yinchen quickened her pace: “This is the Song family’s divine artifact inheritance place. Only those acknowledged by the divine artifact can come here.”

“But there’s a rule here—”

“A person only gets one chance in their lifetime to come here, and they must find a protector to prevent the inheritance process from being interrupted.”

“I never dared to come.”

“Brother Shen Ye, can you be my protector?”

“How do I protect you?” Shen Ye asked.

“Stay alive,” Song Yinchen said, “When I challenge the inheritance, my life will be entrusted to you. As long as you live, I live.”

“For over a decade, you haven’t found a protector?” Shen Ye mused.

Song Yinchen nodded and said:

“After our Song family descendants awaken their talent, according to family rules, they must receive a divine curse.”

“That divine curse prohibits peer descendants of the Song family from harming each other.”

“My sister has been provoking me, trying to make me lose my temper and attack her, or even commit suicide.”

“As long as I make the first move, she will be free from the divine curse.”

“I see,” Shen Ye said.

“So she madly targeted everyone around me, forcing me to make a move.”

“Brother Shen Ye, I’ve implicated you.”

Shen Ye was silent for a moment, then asked, “What would she gain if she killed you?”

“The Song family’s divine artifact chooses its master, and among this generation’s direct descendants, there are only her and me,” Song Yinchen said.

“If you die, then the only option remaining is her; she must be the master of the divine artifact?” Shen Ye asked.

“Yes,” Song Yinchen said.

Shen Ye sighed.

A lifetime.

Subjected to constant bullying.

No one to trust.

Even family members were untrustworthy, plotting against her.

—All for an external object.

What a tragedy.

“She didn’t find anyone else to kill you?” Shen Ye asked again.

“From the moment I was born, I had twelve personal guards who had sworn blood oaths. Ordinary people wouldn’t dare to touch me, and those who dared couldn’t break through the guards’ defenses.”

The girl sighed, “Until recently, my last guard also had his memory altered by her, and he committed suicide.”

Bodyguard…

Even with altered memories, they still fully guarded her.

But now, even the guards were gone.

This was the last chance.

A chance to turn the tables!

“If I act as your protector, you can focus on the trials of the inheritance?” Shen Ye asked.

“Yes.”

“What if I fail?”

“For me, and for revenge, you mustn’t fail, Brother Shen Ye,” Song Yinchen said, looking at him softly.

The void flashed.

A figure quietly appeared in the void beyond the bottomless abyss.

Song Qingyun.

She looked at Song Yinchen, then at Shen Ye.

“Brother, block her for me.”

Song Yinchen said.

“I only have one question,” Shen Ye said.

“Please ask,” Song Yinchen said.

“Those aristocratic family disciples who sent assassins to try and kill me, how do you plan to deal with them?”

“I’ll kill all of them for you.”

“Good, it’s a deal—you go, I’ll be your protector.”

“Thank you, Brother Shen Ye.”

Song Yinchen walked up to him and handed him a white jade and gold lock with a silver chain.

A faint light emerged, forming words:

“Song Yinchen’s longevity lock.”

“Special item, the manifestation of her soul.”

“Description: This lock is her life force materialized, and it will soon be linked to your life force. Do you agree?”

“I agree,” Shen Ye said.

The next instant.

The long silver chain, as if alive, wrapped around Shen Ye’s left arm, and the jade lock pressed directly against the inside of his bicep.

Song Yinchen looked up at Shen Ye, seemingly hoping he would say something more.

“Go, I’ll try not to die,” Shen Ye said.

“Since Brother Shen Ye says so, I’m at ease.”

Song Yinchen smiled sweetly, then turned and walked towards the temple.

Behind her.

Shen Ye looked away and towards Song Qingyun, who was beyond the bottomless abyss.

Song Qingyun floated in mid-air, continuously releasing various spells, attempting to break through the void.

But it was no use.

Every attack submerged into the ocean like a clay ox, becoming silent and ineffectual.

She finally realized—

She couldn’t break this barrier.

“It’s truly heartbreaking, Brother Shen Ye, why do you help her?”

Song Qingyun stopped her actions and asked in a puzzled tone.

“She’s prettier than you,” Shen Ye said.

“Does Brother Shen Ye only look at appearances? Well, I’m sorry then, let me tell you something quietly,” Song Qingyun said.

“What is it?”

“Do you know how Zhong Lifengluo died?”

“Please tell me.”

“He accepted my embrace—it was a very powerful evil divine art that could directly kill a person.”

“Brother Shen Ye, you also accepted my embrace.”