Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 510
byChapter 493: Deification!
“Bed 15, remember to pay the bill.”
“How much?”
“Around 200, I guess.”
“That expensive!”
“…We only prescribed the cheapest medicines, old man.”
“But it’s too expensive, just kill me.”
The quarrel was incessant.
It was truly annoying.
He frowned, opened his eyes, and woke up from unconsciousness.
The familiar smell of disinfectant.
Fluorescent lights.
A six-person ward.
…What happened?
The old man in the opposite bed, Bed 15, was red-faced, his voice growing louder as he argued with the nurse.
Their voices made his heart even more vexed, and he couldn’t remember anything at all.
“Stop arguing!”
He spoke.
The nurse and the old man both looked over.
The old man was shabbily dressed, his face full of wrinkles from weathering life, his skin dark, and the shoes by his bed were muddy and had a hole in them.
The nurse had an expression of both anger and helplessness.
It was late at night.
Outside the window, on another large door, hung the words “Emergency Room.”
—Is this the hospital’s emergency room?
What’s going on?
His mind was a blank.
Never mind, deal with the current situation first.
It’s just 200 yuan.
“I’ll pay for him,” Shen Ye told the nurse.
The nurse sighed in relief, “That’s good—oh, you also owe money, remember to pay.”
With that, she quickly left the ward.
I also owe money?
Shen Ye was stunned. He patted himself down and turned on his phone.
Balance: 2.5.
It’s payday tomorrow!
That’s right.
He remembered.
He had fainted from working overtime at the company… a colleague must have brought him here.
Shen Ye looked around.
Sure enough, there was a note on the table:
“The doctor said you have low blood sugar, get some good rest. Don’t worry about the company, it’s already gone under.”
The company went under?
“—Hey, young man, are you really paying for me? Are you out of your mind?”
The old man across from him asked with trepidation.
“Yes, you can rest, I’ll talk to you later,” Shen Ye said.
“Hahahaha, alright, you’re really a good person!” The old man looked Shen Ye up and down, carefully observing his expression.
Shen Ye didn’t bother with him, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.
His colleague’s voice came through the receiver:
“Hello, Shen Ye, are you feeling better? Remember to pay the medical fees.”
“Yes, the company went under, just happened to be at a bad time…”
“No compensation.”
“Why? Because the boss ran away.”
“Now no one can get this month’s salary…”
“Okay, keep in touch.”
The call ended.
Shen Ye had a headache.
No salary tomorrow.
Damn it.
Am I going to have to open “Jiedaibao” again?
Wait a minute—
Why did I say “again”?
A sharp pain exploded in his mind, causing him to sit up and then fall back onto the bed with a “thud.”
Only two people were in the ward at this moment.
As soon as Shen Ye fell back, the old man in Bed 15 immediately saw it.
The bitter look on his face vanished. He quietly got out of bed, closed the ward door, and then came to Shen Ye’s side.
The old man seemed like a different person, filled with an air of vicissitude and authority, his voice becoming ethereal:
“Think, quickly recall everything from your time in the void.”
“It’ll be too late if you delay!”
The old man suddenly looked up at the ceiling.
The fluorescent light flickered.
A faint cold wind came from outside the window.
A black cat jumped onto the windowsill, its eyes dead set on Shen Ye on the bed.
“Hmph.”
The old man raised a hand and pointed, and a white stream of qi shot out like an arrow towards the window.
The black cat agilely dodged the white line, gave the old man a deep look, and then leaped into the bushes, disappearing.
“Who are you?”
Shen Ye’s voice rang out.
The old man didn’t answer at first, hurrying to the window, looking out a few times, then forming a hand seal.
Shen Ye immediately sensed something.
—Sacrifice.
The other party was craving him to perform a sacrificial ritual!
“You’re a True Principle tier 17 big shot?”
Shen Ye asked in surprise.
The old man chuckled, his face filled with relief, “It’s me. I’m glad you remembered everything.”
“By the way, thank you for trying to save me at that time—that’s also why the Ship of Chaos ultimately decided to go all out to save me.”
Shen Ye rubbed his forehead, enduring the lingering pain in his head, and whispered:
“This isn’t right. Why did I return to the real world?”
“Could it be that the ‘Eternal Brain’s’ universe of destruction is the Grave of Creation?”
The old man said, “What you speak of are secrets known to no one. If you can figure everything out now, I’ll guard the surroundings for you first.”
“Is it dangerous here?” Shen Ye asked.
“You are dangerous—right now, your soul has just returned to your original body, and there’s a period of weakness—”
“It took me a great deal of effort to understand that you originally came from the Grave of Creation.”
The old man explained.
“…Then please protect me, I must know the truth now,” Shen Ye said.
“Alright.”
The old man closed the window and again formed a hand seal.
A faint tremor came from the void.
Immediately after.
The entire room fell into a peculiar stillness.
Shen Ye composed himself, placed his hand on the wall, and muttered:
“Door.”
He directly set the obstacle as “the distance preventing me from seeing Xiao Yurong,” and then, as soon as the door opened, he could see her standing opposite him.
A spiritual door opened.
On the other side of the door was the world where the Eternal Brain resided!
Xiao Yurong was indeed standing amidst ruins, seemingly patrolling and checking for various damages.
She noticed the door immediately.
“Can I come over to your side?”
Xiao Yurong asked.
As she spoke, she had already started walking towards Shen Ye.
But she couldn’t.
Although the door was open, only targets Shen Ye allowed could pass through.
Xiao Yurong was blocked by a wall of nothingness.
“I have something to ask you—why, when I went to your side, did everything appear real? Why could you simulate even my work so perfectly?”
Shen Ye asked.
“Isn’t it simple?” Xiao Yurong said.
She spread her arms, and behind her, in the void, countless, dense bio-chips appeared.
“I possess samples of billions of human brainwave thoughts, and I can extract your subtle expressions and fragments of thoughts to continuously construct a world that alternates between real and virtual.”
“Besides, you are a descendant anyway.”
“Your memories, I can immediately turn them into reality.”
“Your desires, I can immediately fulfill them for you.”
Her voice became soft and filled with temptation:
“Money, power, women—even immortality. As long as you are willing to submit to me, I will give you everything.”
*Bang!*
The door closed.
Damn it!
It turns out everything he experienced there was temporarily created by artificial intelligence, using a combination of simulation and real-world interaction.
But—
That was indeed the “real world.”
Wasn’t he the “Gatekeeper of Nightmare and Reality”?
“Sir, do you know why a world is called ‘reality’?”
Shen Ye asked.
The old man cleared his throat and said, “Because in the True Principle Void, there is the ‘Grave of Creation’—it is the burial place of all things, where even truth perishes, hence it is called reality.”
Shen Ye was stunned.
So he was mistaken?
“Gatekeeper of Nightmare and Reality”—
The True Principle Void was the “reality” in question.
As for the nightmare world, it was merely a spiritual world derived from the boundless heavens, entirely incomparable to “reality.”
So what exactly was the nightmare?
“What does ‘Nightmare’ represent?” Shen Ye asked again.
“Nightmare, ah, naturally refers to an endlessly destroyed space—”
“Everything in it has perished, and no living beings can exist there anymore. It is the true ‘nightmare’ of all sentient beings.”
The old man replied.
Shen Ye rubbed his forehead, sighed, and remained silent for a long time.
At this moment.
He even felt a sense of “fate playing tricks.”
“What exactly is the Grave of Creation? You said I came from here?” he asked again.
The old man said, “The Grave of Creation is a very old matter; if you ask anyone, you won’t get an answer.”
“But I have lived long enough. I witnessed all this back then and know about it.”
“—Everything on the other side of the barrier was completely destroyed.”
“Some fragments of creation broke through the barrier and came into the True Principle Void, forming a grave.”
“The grave buries thoroughly destroyed creations, and the remaining descendants of those creations call this grave ‘Earth’.”
“On a side note.”
“The other side of the barrier should already be in the Age of Nightmare by now.”
“—There is only destruction there, absolutely no living beings.”
Shen Ye fell silent.
What a nightmare and reality.
So that’s how it is.
He suddenly felt something and turned to look out the window.
He saw a black cat crouching on the window railing, and a line of crows stood on a tree branch.
Both the cat and the crows stared at him coldly.
The old man exclaimed loudly:
“Don’t mind these fellows, they sense the aura of True Principle in your soul and want to kill you to absorb your power!”
The old man formed another spell.
The void outside suddenly trembled violently, erupting with a thunderous roar.
The crows flew away in panic.
The cat also quickly scurried away.
*Thump.*
The ward door opened.
The nurse entered and loudly said, “What’s all the fuss—didn’t we just agree? Hurry up and pay your bills.”
Shen Ye and the old man exchanged glances.
“I’ll go pay.”
The old man gave him a reassuring look and hurried out of the ward with the nurse.
Only Shen Ye remained, lying on the hospital bed.
Is this the real world?
He still had some doubts.
But—
Regardless, he needed to get some money first.
That True Principle tier 17 big shot didn’t seem to have any money either.
Shen Ye picked up his phone, downloaded “Jiedaibao,” quickly filled out the form, and submitted a loan application.
*Ding!*
A message quickly popped up, appearing on his phone screen:
“Sorry, your credit rating is insufficient, you cannot apply for a 1000 yuan loan.”
“You may try applying for a 500 yuan loan.”
Shen Ye was stunned, then filled out the form again, applying for a 500 yuan loan.
*Ding!*
“Sorry, your credit rating is insufficient, you cannot apply for a 500 yuan loan.”
“You may try applying for a 100 yuan loan.”
This time, there was no mistake—
Indeed, this was the true real world!
Shen Ye closed Jiedaibao and opened various other apps to check carefully.
In the game, his character was still there.
The news was still the same as today’s content, completely consistent with his memory.
The date was November 11th.
This also matched perfectly.
Footsteps echoed in the corridor.
The door opened.
The old man came in with a bowl and placed it on the cabinet:
“Eat this bowl of noodles, then we’ll go back.”
“Smells good, chicken noodle soup?” Shen Ye asked.
“Yes—you need to eat quickly, it’s important,” the old man said.
Shen Ye didn’t ask further, picked up his chopsticks, and picked up a noodle.
In the void.
Lines of faint micro-text quietly emerged:
“You are the master of the ultimate creation ‘Multilayer Universe’.”
“You possess the special power of ‘Eating’.”
“As you ‘eat’, your power will gradually grow, and your soul power will gradually permeate this body.”
“Currently eating: Chicken noodle soup.”
“Your attributes have slightly increased.”
“Please note.”
“Only your soul went to the True Principle Void; your body remained in the Grave of Creation, hence your body is still frail and weak.”
Shen Ye ate his noodles while glancing at his Dharma form.
Young Shen Ye and Young Adult Shen Ye were both in a state of slumber.
Young Shen Ye was the body of a young boy in the Multilayer Universe.
Young Adult Shen Ye was the body equipped by artificial intelligence for his soul in the Eternal Brain.
With his current power—
He couldn’t awaken these two bodies at all.
…Interesting.
Now there are three of me existing simultaneously.
Enough people to play Landlord.
Only one more person needed for Mahjong.
Looking further up from the Dharma form, on a lotus platform, surrounded by layers of petals, Charlotte was slumbering within.
“Cannot awaken, power insufficient. Please replenish True Principle source energy for the ‘Multilayer Universe’.”
Shen Ye watched for a while, then exited his Dharma form.
“How can we replenish True Principle source energy?”
He asked while eating.
“It’s very difficult!” The old man said.
“There must be a way,” Shen Ye asked.
“I woke up many years before you, and now I can barely maintain some power. To activate the entire Multilayer Universe, you need to find enough True Principle source energy in this grave.”
“This source energy is hidden in some incomplete, destroyed creations of True Principle.”
The old man explained.
“Are there True Principle creations on Earth too?” Shen Ye asked with interest.
“Of course. Although this place is a graveyard, it also contains the relics and remnants of those ancient True Principle creations. Even among you descendants, there are countless legends, for example—”
“The Heavenly Court.”
“Also, the Garden of Eden, the Eighteen Layers of Hell, and so on. Too many creations were destroyed here, turning into graves.”
“The Classic of Mountains and Seas is also real, but those existences have also perished.”
The old man said.
Shen Ye finished his noodles and suddenly felt a bit stronger.
Faint micro-text quietly emerged:
“All attributes +0.5.”
He waved his hand.
This body was different from the previous two; it was entirely that of an ordinary person.
An increase of 0.5 didn’t make much difference.
—This was his real body!
Shen Ye sighed with emotion.
“That’s enough, I specifically came to pick you up. Let’s go now.”
The old man hastily packed his things.
“Okay—but I want to know how to obtain enough source energy from those destroyed creations of True Principle.” Shen Ye packed his things along with him.
“First, you need to awaken them.”
“How do I awaken them?”
The two walked out together.
There was no one in the corridor at this time. They quickly walked through the doctors’ lounge, consulting rooms, and the emergency hall, arriving outside the hospital.
Streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, illuminating the private cars speeding away on the road.
The old man reached out to hail a taxi and said without turning his head, “For example, to awaken the Garden of Eden, you need to awaken at least twelve angels to activate its remaining power.”
“Twelve angels! Where would I find them?” Shen Ye exclaimed in surprise.
“At least twelve people, all of them need to be cultivated to a certain level of strength—indeed, that’s very difficult, so you might consider other True Principle creations,” the old man said.
“Wait a minute—even choosing other True Principle creations requires corresponding deities?”
“Yes.”
“Where do I find such deities?” Shen Ye asked.
“Gods are made by humans. Even in the Multilayer Universe, the number of humans is very small.”
“Charlotte told me a secret before she went into slumber, and asked me to relay it to you—”
The old man couldn’t hail a taxi, so he led Shen Ye towards the bus stop, lowering his voice:
“Actually, many of the humans in the Multilayer Universe are souls she picked from the Grave of Creation.”
“These outstanding souls dream in the Multilayer Universe at night, and return here to continue their lives when they wake up in the daytime.”
“Of course, these humans are unaware of this.”
“Their powers are suppressed, restricted, and confined, preventing them from improving too quickly or too much, to avoid unnecessary trouble.”
“But Charlotte, before she went to sleep, had already lifted this restriction.”
“—If you guide these people to improve their strength, you can awaken their void memories and even use them for deification.”
“If you deify ten Kings of Hell for Hell, then Hell will awaken, and you can draw its power.”
“If you deify the Three Pure Ones, Four Heavenly Emperors, Five Elders, Six Divisions, Seven Primordials, Eight Extremes, Nine Luminaries, and Ten Capitals for the Heavenly Palace, you can also awaken the power of the remnant Heavenly Court.”
“However, first, you need to find suitable candidates!”
The old man finished rambling.
Shen Ye pondered for a while, then sighed:
“But I don’t know who can be awakened.”
“That’s right, that’s a very troublesome point,” the old man agreed, “To find those outstanding souls of the Multilayer Universe in a vast sea of people is indeed like finding a needle in a haystack.”
Both fell silent.
At this moment.
The bus arrived.
“Route 710… not the one we want. Let’s wait,” the old man said.
“Okay,” Shen Ye said.
Perhaps because the city was about to host a film festival, the body of the entire bus was emblazoned with the advertisement of a certain film emperor.
Shen Ye looked at the advertisement on the bus for a few moments. Just as he was about to continue chatting with the old man, he suddenly closed his mouth.
In the dark night.
Two lines of faint micro-text popped up, appearing next to the portrait in the advertisement.
Shen Ye was stunned.
He stepped back a few paces, staring intently at the film emperor for a moment.
That’s right.
He really did look somewhat similar!
One could even say he was the younger version of that person!
“What are you looking at? Do you know this film emperor? I’ve seen a few of his movies—this world certainly has a lot of entertainment options.”
The old man chatted casually.
“No… I think we’ve already found a suitable partner,” Shen Ye said.
“Him? He’s just an actor,” the old man said, surprised.
“But his soul has been to the Multilayer Universe,” Shen Ye said.
“He can be cultivated?” The old man became excited.
“Absolutely, and he should awaken his memories easily,” Shen Ye said.
The two glowing lines of text still floated in the void, revealing the hidden interpretation of the film emperor:
“Discovered a human soul from the Multilayer Universe:”
“Nangong Sirui.”
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