Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 409
byChapter 392: Breaking the Limit!
Death Planet.
Yujing City.
Above the sky, the void opened, and a figure quietly appeared.
He just raised his hand, preparing to perform an incantation.
A voice sounded from afar:
“Sneaking into someone else’s house and then wantonly destroying it, wouldn’t that be a bit too damaging to your status?”
The man stopped his movements and slowly looked back.
Not far away.
A tall, beautiful woman stood in mid-air, with seven or eight long swords hanging at her waist, her expression cold.
“You know me?” the man asked in surprise.
“The head of the Grand Dao Palace, the man known as the Saint, and also the supreme commander of this attack on our planet.”
The woman spoke with a half-smile.
“Who are you?” the Saint asked.
“I’ve long forgotten my name, but you can call me Jian Ji,” the woman said.
She gazed deeply at the Saint.
The Saint’s expression stirred, and he softly exclaimed:
“Pupil technique?”
Void Fire transformed into a shield, rapidly expanding.
Boom—
Invisible sword qi split the shield in two, but the Saint dodged it, tearing open the sky behind him, allowing endless starlight to shower upon the earth and sky.
“Quick reaction, are you a martial arts practitioner?”
Jian Ji asked.
The Saint was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, whispering, “Even a small fry like you, an eighth-realm existence, dares to question me?”
“Don’t be so self-important, you only have the power of an eighth or ninth realm here,” Jian Ji said lazily.
“But killing you is still as easy as turning over my hand,” the Saint said.
Another voice sounded from behind Jian Ji:
“That’s not necessarily true.”
Xu Xingke stepped out from behind Jian Ji, carefully scrutinizing the Saint, and sighed:
“So you’re the fool who started this war.”
“I’m a fool?” The Saint raised an eyebrow and asked.
“Yes, you are indeed a fool.”
Xu Xingke lit a cigarette and said languidly, “If you wanted to find the whereabouts of your sect’s disciple, you just had to look for it. But you insisted on starting a war, which really makes one wonder what you’re thinking.”
“Do you think I didn’t look? It’s precisely because I couldn’t find her at all that I had to turn your world upside down to see how many secrets it held,” the Saint sneered.
Xu Xingke snapped his fingers.
In the void.
Figures continued to flash.
The powerhouses of the Death Planet had all arrived!
The Saint suddenly realized and shouted, “How did you know I was coming and prepare for it?”
“We have a high-level divination expert,” Xu Xingke said.
Many people began to perform incantations.
The Saint shook his head and said:
“You want to attack me? Your Dharma aspects are completely not on the same level as mine; I just need to crush you.”
In the void behind him, a majestic and grand palace gradually appeared.
Dharma Aspect: Grand Binding Soul Refinement Palace!
As soon as this palace appeared, it immediately expanded in all directions, covering the entire sky.
This was exactly the same as the Dharma aspect Yun Ni displayed when she descended!
“It can easily kill all of you.”
The Saint said indifferently.
At the same time.
On the other side of the sky.
The Primeval Formless Heavenly Demon quietly appeared.
—In the Grand Dao Palace within the ninety-nine layers of the cosmos, Shen Ye was researching the Seal Gate, but knowing that the Saint would go to the indeterminate layer of the Death Planet, he sent the Formless Heavenly Demon there.
And also informed Xu Xingke.
At this moment.
The Formless Heavenly Demon was radiating Flame Spirit Divine Light and performing an incantation.
—Grand Binding Soul Refinement Palace!
A vermilion palace wall quietly emerged behind him.
Although it was only a single wall, it was still a genuine Grand Binding Soul Refinement Palace of authentic heritage.
Using the term “Penglai Mountain Master” to connect with the pháp giới, it immediately formed a deadly suppression on the Saint’s pháp thân!
The Saint suddenly looked back.
He saw the vast and majestic palace behind him suddenly begin to collapse, disintegrate, and disappear.
The densely packed palace buildings all turned into nothingness.
—The Dharma aspect was destroyed!
Only the last palace wall stood firm in the depths of the newly collapsed main hall.
This was the vermilion palace wall of the Formless Heavenly Demon, naturally not to be destroyed by his own terms.
On this palace wall, there was a vivid fresco.
It depicted a majestic, square-faced man with a serious expression, raising his hand in a gesture of refusal.
The portrait was drawn with a few simple strokes, yet it was incredibly lifelike.
It was none other than the Saint of the Grand Dao Palace!
—But what was he refusing?
Everyone looked together at the large characters below the fresco:
“Rejecting prostitution, gambling, and drugs leads to health for all and happiness for every family!”
A deathly silence.
Xu Xingke was the first to applaud, deeply moved, saying, “I never imagined that His Holiness the Saint would have such enlightenment. He is truly a role model for our generation.”
Jian Ji followed suit, applauding, and hesitantly said:
“But why would such a thing be inscribed on a Dharma idol?”
“You don’t understand, do you?” Nangong Clan Head was also applauding, and said, “His Holiness the Saint must have a painful past that he doesn’t want to recall. This is to remind himself at all times!”
Everyone agreed that it made sense.
Only Jian Ji was still contemplating, murmuring softly:
“So, what exactly was it from the past, among prostitution, gambling, and drugs, that he can’t bear to recall?”
“Looking at how strong he is, it certainly isn’t drugs.” Cang Nanyan interjected.
“His sect’s cultivators all have various weapons and magical treasures, so it shouldn’t be gambling either—gamblers lose everything,” Song Yinchen said, crossing her arms.
The entire place fell silent again.
Through elimination, the answer was easily deduced.
The Saint’s bitter and painful past was likely related to that word.
Xu Xingke exhaled a puff of smoke, thoughtful:
“As the saying goes, heaven and earth are vast—”
“I heard that the Grand Dao Palace has three gates: Heaven, Earth, and Xuan, but no Huang gate. It’s likely because it was too ‘huang’ (yellow/pornographic), so it was banned.”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone prepared for battle.
—Such malicious provocation would surely not be tolerated by the other side, who would undoubtedly launch a full-scale attack!
However, something unexpected happened.
The Saint stood still, quietly looking at the vermilion palace wall.
“How did you do it?”
He muttered softly, his expression somewhat bewildered.
The unexpected happened—
A hand stretched out from the void, passing directly through the Saint’s head.
His head exploded like a shattered watermelon, red, white, and yellow scattering and splashing.
Immediately after.
The Saint’s corpse was dragged into the void.
A dull chewing sound echoed.
Xu Xingke’s face changed completely. He reached for his card book, quickly drew a stack of cards, and held them in his hand.
“Be careful! An existence ten times more powerful than that guy just appeared!”
He shouted loudly.
Everyone’s hearts tightened, and they all prepared for battle.
Only to see the void slowly open.
A man who looked exactly like the Saint appeared in the void.
The man smiled as he looked around.
Behind him in the void, chewing sounds echoed continuously, as if something was still devouring the Saint’s corpse.
“This is a bit problematic, and I apologize for the inconvenience, everyone.”
The man rubbed his hands, speaking in a humble tone, “I was merely curious and practiced the Penglai Mountain technique, creating such a low-level entity to do my bidding.”
“It’s called a heart devil—as its name suggests, it’s a fool.”
“Who are you?” Xu Xingke asked.
He slapped the card book with his hand.
The card book gradually unfolded, transforming into a giant card, three meters long and one and a half meters wide.
Strangely, this card only had the back patterns on both sides, with no design drawn on the front.
As soon as the man saw the card, he immediately sighed, “This is quite troublesome. The current situation makes me—”
His gaze swept over everyone, then suddenly paused, his amber eyes turning into thin slits as he looked at the void above Xiao Mengyu’s head for a few breaths.
“This is really too much trouble,” the man muttered, “…why are they all on this layer?”
His eyeballs immediately flipped over, becoming completely black.
“What are you saying?” Xu Xingke asked.
The man said, “Do you know about the Immortal Kingdom? I was the one who destroyed it.”
Everyone looked bewildered, glancing at each other.
“Immortal Kingdom? What’s that?”
Xu Xingke asked with a frown.
His hand was in his pocket, and he suddenly pressed a card that had just appeared.
“Fabricated Lie.”
Major Arcana.
“Effect: All falsehoods are treated as truths, making the opponent believe them implicitly.”
“Can be activated once every ten years.”
“—Beware of those who never lie.”
The man carefully observed everyone, dark colors re-condensing in his eye sockets, transforming into human pupils.
The terrifying killing intent emanating from him also vanished completely.
“The Indeterminate Layer… how interesting, but I don’t have time to play with you. Those two spells have exhausted me. I need to go back and rest.”
The man vanished in a flash.
However, Xu Xingke did not relax at all. He put away the “Fabricated Lie” card and shouted:
“Who has the ability to track entities across the universe!”
“I do!” Song Yinchen said.
“Activate your ability and place your hand on this card!” Xu Xingke threw a card over.
Song Yinchen caught the card and saw that its surface was entirely gray, depicting a three-headed, six-armed monster.
When she activated her cosmic tracking ability, one head and two arms of the monster immediately turned colored.
“The Fool’s Sigh.”
“Forbidden card.”
“Description: Simultaneously activates the special abilities of three individuals, converging them upon one person, temporarily granting them the title of ‘The Fool’.”
Xu Xingke threw another card to the Nangong clan head.
The Nangong clan head seemed to have been prepared, suddenly donning a bird mask, catching the card with his hand, and lowly shouting:
“Garuda’s Wings.”
The card in his hand was also a gray three-headed, six-armed monster.
When he activated “Garuda’s Wings,” another head and two hands turned colored.
Xu Xingke also took a “Fool’s Sigh” for himself, and with a thought—
Everyone looked up at him.
The “Serious Person” term quietly appeared above his head, drawing upon the pháp giới and stirring an invisible ripple.
“All three cards are ready.”
Nangong Clan Head reminded.
Xu Xingke flew in front of Xiao Mengyu, handed her another card, and quickly said:
“Song Yinchen can track beings in the universe;”
“Clan Head Nangong makes this tracking possible across cosmic layers;”
“My ‘name’ can continuously lock onto the enemy, and if necessary, can directly pull them back.”
“All three powers are concentrated in this ‘Fool’ card, and it’s given to you—you must constantly keep an eye on that monster.”
“Once it tries to attack our world, you must immediately pull it back and activate ‘Creator of Earth’!”
Xiao Mengyu, knowing the urgency of the situation, immediately took the card and responded with a firm “Okay!”
The card automatically activated.
Xiao Mengyu suddenly felt her senses extend infinitely.
Her perception seemed limitless, extending deep into the cosmos, never ceasing.
What an astonishing experience this was.
Xiao Mengyu was about to let out a gasp of surprise, but she caught a glimpse of Song Yinchen looking at her with a half-smile.
The involuntary gasp was stifled back.
Be calm.
Calm, calm, calm!
These were the combined strengths of Song Yinchen, Nangong Clan Head, and Xu Xingke.
She wasn’t a child; there was no time for surprise or trepidation.
—She had to use it well!
Xiao Mengyu took a deep breath, pressing her hand against the Luoshen Sword, and assumed a sword stance.
Her perception continuously traversed the cosmic void.
Finally.
She sensed the man.
Just now, he had spoken so many words here, but now he was rapidly flying, passing through layer after layer of the universe, finally landing on a meteorite in the thirty-fifth layer of the cosmos.
“This is not easy. My body has never fully recovered, and I really don’t want to get even a tiny scratch.”
“Fortunately, it’s far enough here—”
“I can kill you now.”
The man’s face revealed a crazy excitement, and his hands quickly formed seals.
Kill who?
Who else could it be!
Xiao Mengyu’s heart pounded, and she quickly said, “That guy is hiding in the thirty-fifth layer of the cosmos, preparing a spell to destroy our world.”
“How is that possible? Could there be a mistake? After all, he’s so many layers of the universe away, can he still act?” Cang Nanyan couldn’t help but ask.
“No mistake, this is his innate ability.”
Xu Xingke extinguished the cigarette in his hand, a hint of killing intent in his tone: “Xiao Mengyu, seize the moment he makes his move.”
“Okay.” Xiao Mengyu answered.
The Luoshen Sword seemed to sense her will, humming continuously within its scabbard.
Xiao Mengyu tightened her grip on the sword hilt and silently executed her sword art.
The unique “Creator of Earth” above her head began to emit a deep red light.
—Crimson Mythical Term!
This light pierced through the pháp giới, illuminating the sky of the Death Planet, and even extended beyond the sky, radiating into the cosmos.
The power of the term had completely awakened!
Xu Xingke’s eyes flickered, and he shouted:
“Everyone pay attention!”
“Once Xiao Mengyu brings that guy back, within three seconds, his strength will be on par with Xiao Mengyu’s.”
“—That is our only chance.”
“Go all out!”
“Yes!” Everyone responded in unison.
The thirty-fifth layer of the cosmos.
Meteorite.
The man stood on the barren, cracked ground, forming the incantation with his hands.
A wild smile appeared on his face.
“All—go—to—hell!”
Along with this voice, the man’s expression suddenly froze.
The spell he had been building up also paused in his hand.
In an instant.
The man’s entire body began to tremble.
“It took me tens of thousands of years to cultivate to my current strength.”
His eyes turned into scarlet vertical pupils, and a sharp howl erupted from his mouth:
“—Such a weak person, how many days has she cultivated? Why can she obtain such an unreasonable ‘name’!”
“No! This is not fair!”
The man angrily raised his hands.
Dozens of layers of the universe below, Xiao Mengyu noticed his movements and heard his words through the tracking method.
“You’ve cultivated for tens of thousands of years, immensely powerful, yet you come to slay us, mere beginners who’ve only lived for a decade or so.”
“—Is that fair?”
Xiao Mengyu finished calmly, her killing intent instantly rising to its peak.
She was about to strike!
Xu Xingke had initially intended to say something, as the plan was for the opponent to make the first move.
But the moment the sword was drawn—
Xu Xingke closed his mouth, instead immediately performing an incantation, summoning the massive, indestructible barrier dharma aspect.
He was about to unleash a full-power attack!
Nangong Clan Head changed into a black demon mask.
Jian Ji stood beside him, clutching a sword in each hand, assuming a sword stance, ready to unleash a world-shaking sword technique at any moment.
At this moment.
Everyone was prepared to fight to the death!
On a meteorite in the thirty-fifth layer of the cosmos.
The man hesitated.
Who knows how long passed.
His expression gradually became frantic, and his voice grew increasingly shrill and fragmented:
“You’d better have information on Yun Ni’s whereabouts, otherwise, after I kill you, I will torture your souls—”
“Forever!”
Just as he was about to act, the void suddenly opened, and a fire talisman flew in front of him.
On the fire talisman, the voice of a Dao Palace elder sounded:
“Saint, we’ve found the holy pestle that breaks formations.”
The man was stunned.
Found it?
Then—
He looked down at the dark cosmic void, as if he could see the people on the indeterminate layer of the Death Planet through the endless void.
—The Grand Dao Palace had already discovered that crucial holy pestle.
So.
Why should he risk his life fighting a bunch of barefoot trash?
These guys don’t understand anything.
They just have that super mythological term!
In order to survive, these pieces of trash had to fight him to the death.
How boring.
Hold the holy pestle, search for the whereabouts of the Heaven-connecting Technique.
—That was his true pursuit!
Wasn’t he looking for Yun Ni for the same reason?
“Hmph, I don’t have time to play with you fools. I’ll come back to toy with you after I’ve dealt with my business!”
The man finished speaking, and vanished in a flash.
This time.
Even the combined techniques of Song Yinchen, Xu Xingke, and Nangong Family Head couldn’t keep up with his movement speed.
He vanished.
On the other side.
The Grand Dao Palace.
When the Formless Heavenly Demon was sent to the Indeterminate Layer.
Shen Ye was carefully observing the Seal Gate that day.
—For some reason, the Seal Gate summoned today was different from usual.
The entire gate was constructed from heavy black metal.
The gate was adorned with various bone carvings, and wisps of black energy swirled around it, exuding an ominous aura.
Shen Ye wanted to open the door, but a sense of caution and resistance arose in his heart.
No.
Something’s not right.
—This door cannot be opened lightly.
He thought for a moment, then stepped back, quietly activating the term “Tool of Fate.”
A line of side notes quickly appeared on the dark sealed door:
“The sealing power, which hasn’t been unleashed for too long, has accumulated for nearly ten days;”
“Perhaps it’s good luck, or perhaps your ill fate, but the power of the sealed gate has inadvertently erupted, opening a legendary sealed dungeon leading to death;”
“Weigh the pros and cons at the crossroads to hell;”
“Once the door opens, your life and death will no longer be in your control.”
Shen Ye withdrew his gaze.
—This door is viable.
It must have something “big” sealed inside.
What to do?
Shen Ye was pondering when he suddenly noticed the commotion in the Indeterminate Layer.
The Saint’s heart devil was killed.
—The true Saint had appeared!
Shen Ye’s heart tightened, and he murmured softly:
“Killed in just one move, that’s incredible…”
Is there any way to stop this terrifying guy?
Countless thoughts flashed through Shen Ye’s mind.
Once a fight broke out, someone would definitely die at the hands of that Saint.
Quick.
Is there any way—
Shen Ye suddenly patted his storage bag and pulled out three gemstones.
Two of them contained the identities of Su Changfeng and Zhao Xingshi from past eras.
They had already been used and could no longer be used.
Only the cracked, gray-white gemstone remained.
—Humans cannot use this gemstone!
Furthermore, the past destiny of Penglai Mountain has already been determined as destruction.
But—
He wasn’t going there to change the destiny of Penglai Mountain!
“I can only try.”
Shen Ye’s thoughts stirred, and his entire body exuded the bloodline aura of the Emperor Species. He once again activated “Tool of Fate” on this gemstone.
The side note immediately appeared:
“The demonic energy of the Cosmic Demon Lord has corroded this gemstone, making it unusable by humans.”
“You are the Emperor Species cosmic worm with diluted bloodline.”
“The sealed demonic energy on the gemstone has dispersed.”
“It allows you passage.”
—Passage allowed!
“Door.”
Shen Ye softly uttered.
The Seal Gate disappeared, and the Heaven-Connecting Gate quietly appeared.
He pushed open the door, stepped in, and arrived at the third layer of the Penglai Trial Ruins.
At this point, he could crush the gemstone.
Time was short.
Shen Ye didn’t bother to adjust his state and squeezed hard.
With a “crack” sound, the gemstone, sealed by demonic energy, shattered.
The magic formation on the ceiling of the ruins was immediately activated, erupting with dazzling light that enveloped Shen Ye’s entire body.
In an instant.
He vanished.
…
Tens of thousands of years ago.
Penglai Immortal Mountain, Tianmen Peak.
In a cave.
Shen Ye sat in the chair, eyes snapping open, a low groan escaping his lips.
Unfamiliar memories constantly flooded his mind.
His head felt like it was going to explode, the pain unbearable.
In an instant.
The pain gradually subsided.
Shen Ye also understood his current identity.
Enforcement cultivator.
Zhou Shanhui.
On the surface, he was a cultivator, but in reality, the true Zhou Shanhui was already dead.
At this moment.
He was an Emperor Species cosmic monster, disguised as Zhou Shanhui.
Two days later.
The plan to destroy Penglai Mountain would be executed.
Today, he entered the sect to finalize various matters.
A knock sounded from outside the cave.
“Please come in.”
The door opened.
An old man in a blue Taoist robe walked in.
The Grand Elder of Tianmen Enforcement, Yao Chengjie.
“Greetings, Your Excellency.”
As the Grand Elder, he humbly bowed to Shen Ye.
“How have things been arranged?” Shen Ye asked.
“Everything has been arranged properly. In two days, Penglai Mountain will be destroyed! Please rest assured, Your Excellency!” Yao Chengjie said.
“I have a mission for you, which you must complete personally,” Shen Ye said after observing him for a moment.
This person held considerable power within the sect.
—He was completely bound by restrictions, a traitor working for the cosmic demons.
“Please instruct me.” Yao Chengjie said.
Shen Ye took out a box:
“Place this in the sect’s deliberation hall—it must be buried so no one discovers it.”
Yao Chengjie’s heart relaxed, and he cupped his fists, saying, “This is simple. When no one is around, I will set up a few high-level concealment formations and then bury it.”
“No one would imagine that something would be hidden beneath the deliberation hall.”
“—Your subordinate will call a few capable hands and go immediately!”
“Hold on,” Shen Ye said thoughtfully, “The concealment formation needs to be powered by spirit energy of the quality of Immortal Spirit Jadeite, lasting at least tens of thousands of years.”
“Yes, Your Excellency.”
“One more thing to note—be sure to wait until two days later, after Penglai Mountain is destroyed, before you bury it.”
“Once the deliberation hall is destroyed in the future, the concealment formation can stop—can you manage that?”
“Very simple, set it as a balanced formation. If it encounters an overly powerful spell attack, the formation will disconnect from the driving spirit stones, thus losing its spiritual power supply, and the concealment effect will automatically cancel.”
“Very good, go prepare for this.”
“As you command.”
Elder Yao took the box and was about to leave, but Shen Ye called him back.
“One more thing, bring Elder Wang Jiangshan here.”
“Him? He’s not one of us,” Elder Yao said in surprise.
“It is indeed a bit dangerous, but I need to meet him right now—after all, he is responsible for coordinating all the sect’s resources,” Shen Ye said.
“Are you trying to win him over? Your subordinate understands,” Elder Yao said with a sudden realization.
The elder quickly left the cave.
A quarter of an hour later.
Seven or eight powerful cultivators entered the cave, standing to Shen Ye’s left and right.
—These were all traitors who had sided with the cosmic demons.
Elder Yao, fearing any unforeseen circumstances, had called them to provide protection.
Everything was arranged.
Elder Wang Jiangshan was summoned.
Shen Ye looked at him, filled with emotion.
It was precisely because of his death that he had obtained the treasures of Penglai Mountain.
“Old Yao, why did you call me here—huh? Isn’t this Zhou Shanhui? Why are you all here?”
Elder Wang asked, puzzled.
Everyone looked at Shen Ye.
Shen Ye said leisurely:
“According to sect rules, all resources should be stored in designated warehouses, and only with sect procedures can they be allocated when needed.”
“Wang Jiangshan, as an elder of the sect, you should be clearer about this than we are, shouldn’t you?”
Elder Wang’s face changed.
Shen Ye looked at him expressionlessly, then slowly continued:
“Your storage bag seems to contain too many sect treasures. As an elder, isn’t this too contemptuous of sect discipline?”
The cultivators suddenly understood.
—This was a handle on Wang Jiangshan’s corruption!
Good.
This person would either be severely punished by the sect and disgraced—
Or he would have to be controlled by them!
Elder Yao, standing by, secretly nodded and subtly made a gesture.
Everyone quickly and silently scattered, raising their spiritual power, ready to unleash spells at any moment.
Wang Jiangshan was surrounded.
His face changed several times, then he suddenly let out a long sigh: “Forget it, all the embezzled goods, I will give them all to you. Please be merciful and do not ruin my reputation.”
He took out a storage bag embroidered with blue magical patterns and placed it on the table.
Shen Ye’s face showed a strange expression.
Two days later, when he died, he would drop a storage bag full of treasures!
That is to say—
The storage bag that Elder Wang had just presented was not all of the sect’s treasures!
Shen Ye picked up the storage bag and weighed it.
Hiss—
There were even more treasures inside!
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