Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 461

There was a mirror on the wall.

In the mirror, an unfamiliar face was reflected.

A look of surprise slowly appeared on the face, as if it had encountered something strange.

—But the owner of the face did nothing.

He had just emerged from the void and landed in this room.

The moment the curse erupted—

Everything disappeared, and only he arrived at this unknown place.

The next second.

Lines of tiny glowing words quickly appeared in the mirror:

“The current curse is well-known among all ultimate truth creations and has completely erupted from you. Its name is:

“The King of Spirits’ Command.”

“Description: You have been teleported to the truth creation ‘Feeding Shackles Boat’, where you will continuously fight the cursed until you are completely exhausted and die, at which point the curse will begin to take effect within you.”

“—King of Curses.”

Shen Ye looked at the prompt in the mirror and fell into thought.

Killing the cursed meant being cursed, being teleported here, then fighting until exhaustion, despair, and finally enslavement.

This was simply an unsolvable situation.

The curse even ensured that during the rotation of slaves, the newly added slaves would be stronger and more capable of combat than the old ones.

—After all, new slaves would only be born after the old ones were killed.

Who created such a creative curse?

Was the King of Spirits a pyramid scheme marketer in his previous life?

Shen Ye thought silently, but his gaze quickly scanned the room.

The room was small.

It could only fit a bed, a table, and a restroom.

Two lines of human text were engraved on the door:

“Room 1935.”

“Owner: Lu Shen.”

As Shen Ye watched, the words “Lu Shen” gradually faded and then disappeared.

The space after “Owner” became blank.

The corner of Shen Ye’s mouth curled up, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

Lu Shen was dead.

Even his room had been given to him.

Now, only the last step remained:

Enslaving himself.

Shen Ye walked to the window and looked out.

Outside was a dark and lonely deep sea.

In this lightless deep sea, some enormous figures roamed back and forth, never leaving his side.

—So he was currently on the so-called “Shackles Boat”?

As Shen Ye was thinking, new human text appeared on the door:

“A piece of news to report.”

“Lu Shen has fallen in battle.”

“A new slave candidate has been transported to Room 1935.”

“Defeating him will grant a weapon of truth.”

“Begin!”

A commotion immediately erupted outside the door.

Voices of talking, fighting, and running approached rapidly, closing in on the room.

The sounds outside the door were complex and numerous, so much so that Shen Ye could barely count how many people there were after listening for only a few breaths.

—Were they going to be surrounded and attacked here?

Too passive.

First, figure out the situation here, gather intelligence, and then make a decision!

With this thought, Shen Ye placed his hand on the wall and softly uttered, “Door.”

Tiny glowing words immediately appeared:

“The current truth creation ‘Feeding Shackles Boat’ is a fifth-tier truth creation.”

“Your Door ability is first-tier truth.”

“Your Door ability has been suppressed!”

“Currently unable to open a door on the wall.”

So that’s how it was!

Shen Ye’s heart tightened.

He finally realized something.

From the moment one entered the truth stage, any higher or lower tier of strength was suppressive.

This suppression was extremely strict; one higher tier could completely suppress a lower tier.

Life and death were decided here.

Bang—

The door was kicked open.

Seven or eight cultivators rushed in first, flashing into the room.

Behind them, a crowd surged like a tide.

—Everyone here wanted to kill Shen Ye and claim the reward!

Shen Ye sighed and took out a pair of sunglasses from his embrace.

Silence fell around him.

White pigeons fluttered their wings.

The gentle strumming of a guitar drifted on the wind.

Several female voices sang in chorus.

Amidst this music, Shen Ye put on his sunglasses.

In an instant.

The cultivators who were mid-leap dropped straight to the ground, maintaining their original postures.

Shen Ye slightly shifted his position.

A series of thudding sounds rang out—

The cultivators who rushed into the room couldn’t control their momentum and slammed directly into the walls, then fell to the ground, unable to move.

No one could move anymore.

Lines of tiny glowing words jumped out:

“You activated the Truth-tier Seventh-level Covenant Skill: BGM Change.”

“Simultaneously activated ‘Battle Dance Songstress’, elevating this Covenant Skill to Truth-tier Eighth-level.”

“All enemies in the current scene are suppressed and unable to act.”

Shen Ye wanted to leave the room and check the situation outside, but the doorway was packed with people.

Every single person was frozen in place.

Their faces were filled with excitement, intermingled with varying degrees of killing intent and greed.

Right.

Killing him would earn them a weapon of truth!

“Norton.”

Shen Ye called out.

Norton emerged from the void and swung his adorned sword, slashing at the people standing in the room.

A head flew up.

A second one fell.

A third—

It didn’t cut through.

“Strange, my sword landed on this person, but it couldn’t even break his skin.”

Norton said, surprised.

Shen Ye glanced over and saw a faint glow emanating from the person’s body.

A line of small text appeared in the void:

“First-tier truth aura permeates the entire body, suppressing all attacks below the truth tier.”

—He was suppressed.

Norton swung his blade at another person, but again, it failed to cut through.

“You go back first, I’ll think of other ways.” Shen Ye said.

“Alright.”

Norton disappeared after speaking.

Shen Ye gently pushed in the void.

A door silently appeared.

With the power of the entry “Creator”—

The Small Western Paradise’s truth creations, “Copper Man” and “Cat and Dog,” appeared in the room together.

After the Devouring Ritual ended.

They disengaged from their temporary elevated third-tier truth realm of strength, now possessing only first-tier truth strength.

Shen Ye only had these two subordinates who had reached the truth stage!

“It seems a bit difficult… but there’s no other way, go for it.”

Shen Ye commanded.

The Copper Man strode up to a First-tier Truth cultivator, clenched his fist, and swung it forcefully.

Clang—

The person was sent flying, smashing into several cultivators who hadn’t reached the truth tier, and rolling for over ten meters.

The Copper Man pursued, striking repeatedly without pause.

Heavy thudding sounds rang out for a while.

Blood splattered.

The Copper Man finally stood up again and returned to Shen Ye’s side.

—That person was dead.

On the other side.

Among the Cat and Dog, the cat was primarily responsible for fighting.

Whenever it swung its claws,一道道 two to three meters long claw marks would appear in the void, tearing through all flesh and blood.

It just kept killing its way out.

The cultivators who had eagerly rushed in were now transformed into scattered flesh and corpses.

A female voice sang softly.

Shen Ye, following the rhythm, walked and changed clothes.

—While changing clothes, no one was allowed to move!

But wait a minute—

Shen Ye took a few steps back, returning to a corpse.

This guy was playing dead!

Interesting.

These guys, able to become slaves of the White Night Spirit King, more or less had some tricks up their sleeves.

How should he deal with it?

Kill him?

Shen Ye put on a baseball cap, maintaining the powerful suppressive force of the eighth-level “BGM Change,” and casually flipped the “corpse’s” hand over.

“I know you’re not dead. Come on, say something.”

Shen Ye said.

The “corpse” remained motionless, nor did it interact, simply opening its eyes wide, allowing blood to flow from its orifices.

He died so realistically.

Shen Ye secretly praised and then activated “Destiny Divination”!

Three glowing curves immediately appeared on the “corpse’s” palm.

—Activating “Destiny Divination” on a truth creation can provide it with evolutionary pathways.

When used on a person, it can foresee three potential destinies.

Shen Ye had once seen his own three destinies.

This time.

He grabbed the other’s palm, and just by looking, he blurted out:

“Brother, your wife betrayed you.”

“You’re spouting nonsense!” The corpse glared, communicating telepathically.

He moved!

“I didn’t want to say anything, but all three of your destiny lines show you’re very environmentally conscious, and I can’t bear to keep it from you.” Shen Ye said sincerely.

“If you lie to me, even if I die, I’ll come back as a ghost and haunt you.” The corpse said.

“What if I’m right?” Shen Ye asked.

“If you’re right, consider me owing you a life!” The corpse said.

Shen Ye smiled, about to speak, when his gaze suddenly flickered.

He saw the three destiny lines on the other’s hand disappear, and a new glowing curve quietly appeared.

Destiny… changed?

Interesting.

“Alright, stand up. Go down the hallway to the left, all the way to the end, take fifteen flights of stairs down, and in the fifth stall in the public restroom around the corner, two people are embracing.”

“You know them.”

“Go, everyone else can’t move right now. After seeing the truth, come back and talk to me.”

Shen Ye patted his shoulder.

A line of faint glowing words quietly appeared:

“You have lifted the suppression on the other party. The other party has temporarily entered a state of free movement.”

The man leaped directly from the ground and vanished in a flash.

After a few breaths.

Snap.

He returned in front of Shen Ye, squatted on the ground, and burst into tears.

“I betrayed the whole world for her, how could she do this to me!”

Shen Ye remained silent, only offering a pack of tissues.

—When the destiny line changed just now, he had already seen the other person’s brand new destiny.

Next.

The green-hatted brother wanted to tell him the secret way to leave the “Feeding Shackles Boat,” but just as he started, he immediately exploded.

Exploded into blood all over the hallway.

“Esteemed expert, I know you haven’t been enslaved yet. Since you’ve told me the truth, I’ll help you out too.” The green-hatted brother said.

“Wait a moment.” Shen Ye stopped him.

“Why?” The other party was puzzled.

“I’m not particularly keen on knowing these things, so you don’t have to say too much. That way, it’s better for both of us.” Shen Ye said.

—He didn’t want to be splattered with flesh and internal organs.

Furthermore, leaving here temporarily wouldn’t help; the curse would still be on him and would bring him back again soon.

No sooner had Shen Ye finished speaking.

The line of destiny on the other’s hand suddenly split into two.

Hmm?

By stopping him from revealing the secret here, his destiny changed?

Shen Ye sensed it slightly.

The new branched line on the other’s hand showed the new destiny trends of the other party under different choices.

“Since you don’t want to know the secrets here, I really don’t know what else I can do to help you.”

The green-hatted brother said.

Shen Ye hesitated a little.

At this moment.

If he said, “Go take care of your own business,” the other person would go and kill the one who had put him in the green hat.

—Once he made a move, he would self-destruct.

If he said, “You can provide me with some convenience in other ways,” the other person would lead him to a place.

Anyway, let’s see what happens first.

With that thought, Shen Ye said:

“I hope you can help me in other ways.”

The green-hatted brother slapped his head, as if remembering something.

“That’s right.”

“We’re just at the very bottom of the flying boat. Come with me, I’ll take you to the next level—”

“This is public knowledge; everyone knows they can go up a level.”

“Provided you’re strong enough.”

He led the way, and Shen Ye followed behind.

The Cat and Dog, and the Copper Man were responsible for killing all enemies along the way.

Blood filled the corridor.

Shen Ye followed the man up the stairs and arrived before a door.

“The space on the upper level is different, so be careful yourself.”

The green-hatted brother said.

“You’re staying here?” Shen Ye asked.

“The curse follows me like a shadow. I have nowhere to hide, so I might as well rest here for a while—I’m already very tired.” The green-hatted brother said.

“Is your multi-layered universe still there?” Shen Ye asked again.

“Destroyed. The huge mistake I made, thinking I could sacrifice everything for love.”

The green-hatted brother’s face was expressionless, only showing deep fatigue:

“Now I can only be a slave—the slaves here have nowhere to return to.”

Shen Ye hesitated a moment, then asked, “What are your plans for the future?”

“If you can break free from this curse, take me with you. I’ll be your thug afterward—that way, at least I won’t be a slave anymore.” The green-hatted brother said.

He handed a metal identification tag to Shen Ye.

“This is?”

“It temporarily gives you the mark of a slave, which can mislead others.”

“I see, thank you.”

Shen Ye looked at the description on the tag and put it in his pocket.

“I hope you succeed.”

“Alright.”

Shen Ye finished speaking, pushed open the door, and stepped onto the stairs.

The long staircase was empty.

He walked along the stairs to the end of the path and found himself in a magnificent arena.

The stands, corridors, and arena were all empty.

A deathly silence.

Shen Ye looked east and west, then called out:

“Anyone here?”

The echo reverberated in the arena three or four times, then gradually died down.

No one responded.

Strange.

Didn’t they say there were stronger beings here?

Snap.

A sound came from somewhere.

A projected image suddenly appeared on the arena.

Dozens of cultivators with powerful auras appeared in the image, all looking towards the camera.

Leading them was a bald man.

“Hello, the one who killed Lu Shen.”

The bald man said.

“It’s like this—we just sensed what happened in the lower deck of the ship.”

“A truth-tier eighth-level control technique, it’s not something we can handle.”

“Your power of truth fills us with admiration.”

“So we all immediately accepted mandatory tasks and left this level.”

“You can continue upwards.”

“The door to the higher level is behind the arena.”

The holographic image disappeared with a “snap.”

Shen Ye was a little speechless.

This was a group of shrewd people.

However, they also reminded him of something.

Although he was currently entwined by the curse and forcibly transported here—

He was not yet a slave!

If not for the environmental suppression of his Door ability, he would have returned long ago.

Since that’s the case, there’s nothing else to say.

He had to find a way to sink this ship.

Let it be destroyed.

If it was destroyed, it surely couldn’t transport him here again, could it?

Shen Ye found the path behind the arena and walked towards the upper deck of the ship.

Soon.

He arrived at the ship’s banquet hall.

Red carpets were laid out, lights were brilliant, and all kinds of delicious food and wine were laid out in abundance.

But there was only one person.

This was a thin middle-aged man, with his hands clasped behind his back, standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling glass, looking at the ocean outside.

“Welcome, young man, you scared off many people.”

The middle-aged man said.

“But you didn’t scare me.” Shen Ye said.

“Because I myself have reached the third tier of truth. Even if I’m suppressed by your eighth-tier control technique and can’t move, you won’t be able to kill me.” The middle-aged man said.

“Then what do you want to do by staying? Fight me?” Shen Ye asked.

“You’ve gone up three levels, the rewards have changed, and it’s worth taking a gamble.” The middle-aged man said.

“Gamble what?”

“Your life, or mine.”

The middle-aged man finished speaking, took out a token, and whispered:

“Lords of the White Night Demon Cage, a riot has broken out in the prison. Please send people immediately to suppress it.”

“It’s urgent!”

After speaking, he crushed the token.

A streak of flowing light rose from the token, instantly flying away and disappearing.

“You can do that?” Shen Ye asked.

“Ordinary people don’t have this kind of token. I barely managed to exchange for one.” The middle-aged man said.

“What do you get by calling them?” Shen Ye asked.

“I don’t know,” the middle-aged man said with a mix of anticipation and excitement, “Logically, someone like me, who actively reports problems, should at least receive some reward, or perhaps a higher-level item of truth.”

Before he finished speaking.

A claw stretched out from the void, piercing through his chest.

The middle-aged man froze.

Shen Ye also froze.

The two looked at each other.

“It shouldn’t be like this… I was clearly informing the lords…” The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood, unwillingly.

“Farewell.” Shen Ye waved his hand empathetically.

A large mouth stretched out from the void, snatched the middle-aged man, chewed a few times, and swallowed him.

Immediately after.

That massive and grotesque figure landed in the banquet hall.

Thud.

The entire boat sank a little.

Shen Ye looked up and saw that it was a monster he had never seen before.

It had silvery-white skin all over its body, with closed eyes covering its back, and a long horn on the back of its skull.

From the front, its limbs and torso somewhat resembled a human’s.

But its face had no features.

Its entire face was covered by a naturally formed rune, occasionally emitting a faint glow.

Its giant hand stretched open, revealing sharp teeth, and it chewed and consumed the corpse clean.

After eating, it wiped its hand casually on its body, cleaning off the remaining flesh and blood.

A hoarse and strange voice then rang out:

“Such a small matter requires me to come personally, what a piece of trash.”

The monster lazily stretched its body, then looked at Shen Ye.

“Are you the human who started the riot?”

Shen Ye looked at the other party.

Lines of tiny glowing words appeared in the void beside the other party:

“?????”

“Seventh-tier truth creation.”

“Description: Unknown.”

A seventh-tier creation!

With his current strength, he couldn’t even harm it!

What to do?

Shen Ye quickly glanced at his palm.

In an instant.

The power of Destiny Divination resurfaced in his mind.

At this point, if he were to say, “It’s me,” a major battle would inevitably ensue, leaving him seriously wounded, while the other party could summon more monsters.

But if he were to say, “It’s not me,” then there might still be room for negotiation.

The third option was to make an immediate escape.

—The outcome was unknown.

Three paths!

In this situation, Shen Ye immediately made his choice.

He held the metal tag given by the green-hatted brother in his hand, then said:

“Sir, I am not the one who started the riot. I just quelled it.”

“Then why did that trash just now say there was a riot?” The monster asked relentlessly.

“He wanted to take credit, sir.”

“And you?”

“I’m very happy, sir.”

“Happy?”

“Yes.”

The monster unleashed its telepathy and swept the lower levels.

“Good, I see the trash on the bottom floor has been killed by you.”

“—The second floor is also very orderly, every piece of trash has taken a task and is working hard outside.”

“You’ve done well.”

The monster was somewhat satisfied and turned to leave. After thinking for a moment, it threw something over.

“Work hard, don’t let these wastes be lazy, or kill them all.”

As the words fell.

It disappeared.

Shen Ye stood still.

A cold wind blew, and only then did he realize that a layer of cold sweat had appeared on his back.