Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 538

In the void above the Castle of the End.

The Lord of the End unleashed a spell, once again repelling the Queen of Destruction.

“You’re too late. My injuries have fully recovered—this is all the power of the Catastrophe of Destruction. Its will has descended upon me, allowing me to return to my peak!”

The Lord of the End roared.

Black flames gathered in his hands, emanating power far exceeding anything before.

The Queen of Destruction snorted and growled:

“I’d rather perish with you than let you live!”

As she was about to strike again, she sensed something amiss, retreated a few steps, and then looked up once more.

The Lord of the End floated amidst the endless destructive light.

All his wounds had long since healed.

But—

For some reason, an ominous feeling welled up in the Queen of Destruction’s heart.

“Are you… dead or alive?”

The Queen of Destruction couldn’t help but ask.

This question stumped the Lord of the End.

He had once considered subjugating this woman over the long years.

But what she had done recently was simply intolerable.

Now.

Even her cognition was problematic.

—Didn’t she know that he was the strongest being in the forces of destruction?

As long as he wasn’t killed in one go—

He was immortal.

The power of destruction bowed at his feet.

Endless treasures of destruction were his to command.

It seemed.

He had to thoroughly subdue her, at least incapacitate her completely, before he could hope to subjugate her.

With this thought, the Lord of the End formed a spell seal with both hands and began:

“How ridiculous, I shall now—”

His voice abruptly cut off, and an incredulous expression appeared on his face.

The Queen of Destruction was also somewhat surprised.

Simply because she had never heard of such a scene before her eyes.

The Lord of the End slowly looked down.

On his chest.

The wound left by the long blade’s strike slowly emerged.

The wound deepened.

Deep enough to see bone.

“No!”

The Lord of the End roared, raising his head, hands held high, and shrieked:

“Great Will of Destruction!”

“According to the contract I set down, take away all powers that could lead to destruction from me!”

The sea of destructive light became even vaster.

But it was no use.

The wound continued to expand until it completely split the Lord of the End’s body.

He finally realized something.

Even the power of destruction could not suppress that blade wound.

He was going to die.

This time, it was genuine death.

Completely unavoidable.

He couldn’t help but turn his head towards the Queen of Destruction and said:

“Ning Yunyu, I…”

“Go to hell, you should have died long ago. Your easy death doesn’t do justice to our former comrades, to our world,” the Queen of Destruction said.

The Lord of the End’s body was sliced open.

At the last moment.

He still stared intently at the Queen of Destruction.

The Queen spoke again, softly:

“Seeking my forgiveness?”

“No, every moment I remember you, I spit on your soul.”

“I will forever hate all that you are.”

As her words fell.

The Lord of the End’s gaze finally lost all its light.

His corpse fell towards the ground.

The Queen of Destruction watched this scene silently, then turned to leave.

But the next second.

She suddenly turned back and looked down at the ground.

All the corpses scattered among the ruins of the Castle of the End began to squirm.

The bodies of the destructive retainers, and the Lord of the End himself.

—All the corpses haphazardly pieced together, forming a massive mountain of corpses.

A surge of aura emanated from the mountain of corpses.

It was an unparalleled sword intent!

Countless corpses simultaneously let out piercing wails.

“It’s his blade technique—how is it still effective even now!”

The Queen of Destruction cried out in alarm.

Splash!

The mountain of corpses was completely sliced into bloody pulp by this blade intent, rushing down like a tide.

Only then.

Did all the corpses turn into blood, unable to rise again, and the blade intent slowly dissipated.

The Queen of Destruction stood still, stunned.

What kind of blade technique was this?

Why could it continuously suppress the Lord of the End, even causing him to continue to be wounded until death, despite him having already recovered?

The Queen of Destruction’s eyes suddenly moved.

She looked into the blood.

She saw the Lord of the End’s head floating to the surface.

Under the radiance of the boundless destructive aura.

Fleshy tendrils grew from the head.

These tendrils rapidly seeped into the blood, absorbing it completely, turning into substantial crimson muscle.

A chilling aura of destruction emanated from the head.

“Hmm…”

The head let out a low groan.

This was because its flesh and blood body was constantly emitting “tap-tap-tap” sounds.

Black bones gradually formed.

A chill ran down the Queen of Destruction’s spine.

She had served destruction for so long, and had never heard of such a situation.

Generally speaking.

Retainers were merely slaves; if they died, they died.

The Catastrophe of Destruction didn’t care about it at all.

Why this time…

She wanted to move, but found her body trembling uncontrollably.

—She was completely awestruck by the opponent’s aura!

No.

If this continued, let alone fighting, she wouldn’t even be able to save her life.

The Queen of Destruction bit her tongue hard, and using the pain, she shivered all over.

She could move!

She immediately cast a teleportation spell, leaving the area.

On the ground.

The blood had completely converged, curling into a humanoid shape around the head.

The head suddenly let out a startled cry:

“No! Please, let me do it, I can kill all—”

*Snap.*

The humanoid blood creature crushed the head, incorporating it into its body.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The cry of a baby echoed in the ruins.

In the sky.

The boundless sea of destructive light seemed to invert, pouring down and surging towards the living creature on the ground.

Soon after.

The crying stopped.

A tender voice emerged from among the blood-stained ruins:

“Is this the power of truth?”

“…Interesting.”

“It’s been a long time since I encountered a world worth my personal visit. Please don’t disappoint me.”

A small hand rose.

The power of destruction condensed in its hand, suddenly erupting, like a beam of light shooting into the dark sky, instantly shattering the void, and disappearing without a trace.

On the other side.

This was the history of destruction.

At a certain point in history—

Shen Ye brandished his long blade.

Another destructive retainer was cut down by his blade.

The mission was complete.

He looked down at the shackles on his feet.

—When the mission was completed, an extra link appeared on the shackles.

One more link.

It added about 5 centimeters to the length.

This would allow his legs to move more freely.

These shackles were really tough.

They couldn’t be broken, only by continuously completing missions.

So—

“Do I have to keep killing?”

Shen Ye casually swung the long blade he had seized, feeling that the current history wasn’t too difficult to deal with.

Had he gotten stronger, or were these guys too weak?

…It seemed he had gotten stronger.

He glanced at the void:

“Congratulations.”

“The destruction you have caused is sufficient.”

“You have now ascended to the twenty-sixth layer of the Dharma Realm.”

“All attributes are now rising.”

Tsk.

—If he kept killing like this, his strength might just rise all the way to the truth stage.

Although there were indeed many dangerous situations.

But he had pulled through.

He tapped the shackles on his feet with his blade and muttered to himself:

“Hey, what happens if I keep killing?”

The shackles were silent.

In the void, faint glowing characters suddenly appeared:

“Your blade technique, Heaven-Shaking, is the supreme truth path of the truth twenty-first stage.”

“Your blade technique suppressed the enemy.”

“The blade technique remains effective.”

“The battle is over, the enemy is dead.”

“You have gained a massive amount of destructive power, and you are not far from ascending to the next level.”

“Due to the excessive distance, no further information can be obtained at this time.”

“The enemy has begun to ????”

“…”

Shen Ye was stunned.

Enemy?

Who?

He had completed many missions just now, jumping between many histories.

—Could it be that some monster played dead and deceived him, and now it has been killed by the power of the blade technique?

How cunning.

If not…

Perhaps the Lord of the End?

At this thought, Shen Ye couldn’t help but shake his head.

The Queen of Destruction said that if he didn’t die on the spot, he wouldn’t die.

In that case, it must be the monster from the previous mission.

Forget it.

Nothing to think about.

Whatever it’s going to ????, it’s no longer his concern.

His mission was complete.

Shen Ye looked at the battlefield.

In the distance.

Even stronger destructive retainers appeared.

—This endless slaughter, though exhausting, some time ago he had become more and more accustomed to it mentally.

Combat seemed to have become instinctive.

His mastery of the three blade styles was also deepening.

Then let’s keep fighting!

He flashed through the air, raised his blade, and slashed down at the destructive retainers.

“Kill him!”

All the retainers cried out in unison.

Shen Ye plunged into the crowd, about to strike again, when he suddenly felt something.

No!

He whirled around abruptly.

—Only to see an extremely fierce ball of destructive light emerge from the void!

There was no time to do anything.

Shen Ye hastily drew his blade and met the ball of light—

Blade edge.

Met the light of destruction.

In an instant.

Boom!

Amidst the deafening roar of the spell, the ball of destructive light dispersed from the blade’s edge, destroying the entire battlefield, turning the land into a mottled blood-plain.

Everyone died.

No—

Where Shen Ye stood with his blade.

A few enemies in front and behind him gazed bewilderedly at their surroundings.

“What kind of move is that?”

Someone muttered in a low voice.

Shen Ye’s expression was grave, his gaze fixed on the void.

Faint glowing characters were already refreshing frantically:

“You performed the Hun Tian Blade Technique.”

“This blade technique is of the truth twenty-first stage, but your comprehension is not profound enough, and your strength is also insufficient. The Dharma Aspect did not manifest in urgency.”

“The full power of this blade technique cannot be completely unleashed. Currently, it can only protect you, causing all destructive power within ten square meters in front of you to vanish like a dream.”

“—Coming like a spring dream for a short while, departing like morning clouds without a trace.”

He was almost killed!

—Fortunately, this strike was of the truth twenty-first stage!

It blocked it!

Clang.

The sound of weapons dropping echoed.

Those enemies threw down their weapons and knelt before Shen Ye, bowing repeatedly.

They were clearly enemies.

They were about to fight to the death, but were saved by this person’s blade.

No one knew what to say.

In the end, they simply kowtowed.

Shen Ye slowly lowered his blade, looking up at the distant sky.

It didn’t feel right.

Was this the Lord of the End’s magic?

He didn’t seem this powerful.

On the other side.

In the ruins of the Castle of the End.

That tender voice spoke again:

“Good.”

“Finally, a world worthy of my descent…”

…

Earth.

Uncle Seven’s breakfast shop.

Xie Lan withdrew his gaze, a playful expression on his face.

Uncle Seven also had a knowing look.

Only Shen Ye remained full of interest, repeatedly examining the item in his hand.

“By the way—isn’t it normal for you to be able to draw this thing out?”

Xie Lan said.

“You don’t understand, this phone is a truth artifact, it must be different from the ones we usually use,” Shen Ye said.

“Insightful. I’ve never seen a phone-like treasure in the Land of Truth,” Uncle Seven tried to flatter.

Shen Ye indeed pulled out a phone!

This phone was completely black, with an extremely simple interface, just a large screen, no light, and nothing visible on the interface.

Shen Ye was trying to use it when the phone suddenly rang.

Ding-a-ling!

The screen lit up.

A name appeared in the center of the screen.

“Lord of the End.”

Him?

Why would he call me?

Shen Ye was a little confused and looked up at Uncle Seven.

Uncle Seven stood up and walked behind him.

Only then did Shen Ye answer the call.

The Lord of the End’s voice indeed came through the receiver:

“Is that… Baxter?”

“Yes, it’s me,” Shen Ye said.

The faint voice on the other end suddenly became urgent: “How did you find me? Never mind, it’s not important. I need to tell you something now.”

“Only I have witnessed the true terror of the destructive avatar.”

“It was an invincible existence.”

“No one can win!”

“They haven’t seen it, so they think they can win—only I know that only destruction awaits us.”

The voice became agitated and hysterical:

“I was not wrong! At least I survived.”

Shen Ye looked at the phone screen.

He saw a few more characters appear after “Lord of the End”:

“Soul body,”, “Wailing spirit,”, “About to be completely devoured.”

He’s dead?

In the void, faint light characters suddenly appeared:

“Your blade technique, Heaven-Shaking, is the supreme truth path of the truth twenty-first stage.”

“Your blade technique suppressed the enemy.”

“The blade technique remains effective.”

“The battle is over, the enemy is dead.”

“You have gained a massive amount of destructive power, and all attributes of this body are increasing.”

“Due to the excessive distance, no further information can be obtained at this time.”

“The enemy has begun to ????”

Shen Ye suddenly stood up.

—The Lord of the End was still killed by his Heaven-Shaking strike!

He had no idea of the terror of a truth twenty-first stage blade technique!

Of course.

I also didn’t know that strike could reach such a level.

So—

“Every man for himself, or heaven and earth will destroy him. Perhaps you have your own difficulties, don’t you?”

Shen Ye said in a gentle tone.

The Lord of the End’s sobs came through the receiver:

“Yes, Baxter, you understand how terrifying death is, they don’t.”

“Even she blamed me.”

“But the power of destruction is irresistible. We will all die, absolutely no exceptions.”

“This time…”

“It’s coming again.”

“Who? Who’s coming?” Shen Ye asked.

“That guy who’s eating my soul, he’s coming again.”

The Lord of the End’s voice became faint as a wisp of silk, like a tiny light that could be extinguished at any moment, yet filled with endless resentment:

“If I could, who would want to be a traitor?”

“Baxter.”

“You have no choice, you will be eaten!”

Shen Ye sighed and took the phone away from his face, glancing at it.

He saw faint characters floating next to the phone:

“Truth Phone.”

“Truth stage one, treasure, can grow, manifestation of innate ability.”

“Ability: Incredible Call.”

“Activation conditions:”

“1. The other party has an extremely strong desire to talk to you;”

“2. Your conversation has a certain chance to rewrite fate.”

“If both conditions are met, the phone automatically activates, and you can have a conversation with the other party.”

Shen Ye finished reading, his gaze focusing on the last sentence.

Rewrite fate…

He was already dead.

And he even cursed me to die!

I was just talking to him on his deathbed, why could it rewrite fate?

Shen Ye’s heart stirred, he brought the phone back to his ear and said:

“Yes, I will be eaten, but I no longer care, after all, everyone will die.”

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he added:

“The Queen of Destruction will also die.”

Silence for a few breaths on the phone, then the Lord of the End’s voice returned:

“I know you two are putting on a show, you can’t fool me.”

The voice sounded a bit unsure.

But Shen Ye, being a shrewd man, immediately said in surprise, “You know?”

The Lord of the End’s voice came again:

“At first your blade technique wasn’t that strong, it only became strong after I got angry—”

“You made me angry!”

“That’s right,” Shen Ye interjected, “my resonance with the blade technique grew stronger, and I also gained the ability to not be controlled—you’ve already felt its power.”

“So you were just faking it, all to deceive me!” the Lord of the End said.

“To be honest, she did pin me down in the bedroom at the time, saying she wanted to make you angry,” Shen Ye said.

Although at first, he was blinded by rage.

But at the last moment, he regained clarity and saw the truth of the matter.

—Although the course of events later changed.

“I’m hanging up. Anyway, we’re all going to die, no need to talk anymore—the Queen of Destruction is the same.”

Shen Ye said.

“Wait a minute!” the other side suddenly cried out, “I have one last thing to tell you.”

“What is it?” Shen Ye asked.

“Earth is a relic of the Eternal Brain world… I found the remaining runaway brain of the Eternal Brain world on Earth.”

“…Go to a place called the Cape of Good Hope, under the largest rock, its last emblem is buried.”

“Originally, I planned to figure out its function after the Truth World was destroyed.”

“Take the Queen of Destruction to find it, she was the most talented person back then, maybe she can figure out everything about it.”

“Perhaps…”

“She can find a new way to survive.”

The phone screen went dark.

“Who is this person? So arrogant for a traitor?”

Xie Lan asked, puzzled.

Uncle Seven, however, had a profound look on his face and said, “How did your phone manage to connect with him?”

Shen Ye said:

“I’m curious about the so-called ‘last emblem,’ but first—”

He reached out and pressed into the void.

Door!

With a silent念, the Door of Spiritual Communication quietly appeared.

Shen Ye didn’t go through it directly; he pushed open the door, reached in, and pulled out a startled woman.

The Queen of Destruction!

Her face was pale, and she trembled uncontrollably.

Only when she saw that this was Uncle Seven’s restaurant did she manage to calm down.

“What’s wrong?”

She asked with a hoarse voice.

Shen Ye didn’t hide anything and recounted everything that had just happened.

The Queen of Destruction listened silently, her expression unchanged, until Shen Ye finished. Then she sneered and said:

“Is that so?”

“Because everything was destined for destruction, he had no choice but to betray everyone?”

“That’s what he said,” Shen Ye responded.

“But he doesn’t know one other thing.”

“What?”

“At that time, we had actually secretly monitored that despair-inducing monster—at my fervent request, the entire civilization made a final decision.”

“—To burn all power, send him out of our world, break through the barrier, and go find help.”

Shen Ye, Uncle Seven, and Xie Lan were all stunned.

“So you actually fought for a way out for him, then.”

Shen Ye muttered to himself.

The Queen of Destruction said blandly, “Yes, when I went to inform him, he ambushed me instead, and sacrificed me to destruction.”

A moment of silence.

Shen Ye shook his head, deciding not to bring up the matter again.

“Door.”

He let out a low cry, and another door opened.

—The obstacle was the “distance to what is buried under the largest rock of the Cape of Good Hope.”

This kind of clearly directional obstacle was permissible.

The next second.

A sticky, pinkish brain was snatched by Shen Ye.

However, this brain was only about the size of a thumb, and it indeed looked like an emblem.

What was the use of this emblem?

Or rather, how could its secret be unlocked?

The Lord of the End couldn’t figure it out.

He wasn’t any smarter than him, it seemed he still had to ask the Queen of Destruction—

As Shen Ye was thinking, he suddenly saw a line of faint glowing characters appear:

“You are the one who possesses the ‘last Eternal Life Chip’.”

“Activate this emblem with your chip.”

“Congratulations.”

“This emblem has been activated. From now on, you can represent the Eternal Brain.”

“You are the Eternal Brain, and its messenger.”

“You have officially gained the title of ‘Lord of the World’.”

“Attention.”

“You have an invitation for a meeting.”

“A powerful figure from the Truth World wishes to contact you. He is:”

“The master of the ultimate creation, the ‘Scepter of Wither’.”

A powerful spatial transmission force emerged from the void, filling Shen Ye’s surroundings.

Not good!

How could he go?

But this transmission power was so strong, and Shen Ye was now in a real-world body, his strength not particularly high.

“Uncle Seven, Queen!”

He called out.

The two of them each held one of his shoulders.

Whoosh—

The three of them teleported away.