Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 544

Dusk.

Las Vegas.

Bellagio Hotel, top floor.

A tall woman typed quickly on her phone:

“All is normal.”

“It should be said that everything is normal in the human world.”

“Aside from one plane crash, even the local wars in various regions have stopped recently.”

“But I have a vague, tight feeling in my heart.”

“—Like walking on a thin steel wire over a bottomless chasm.”

“One wrong step, and everything will be lost.”

She finished editing the text, and without sending it to anyone, simply tossed her phone onto the table.

The view outside was beautiful.

She quietly watched the red glow of the sunset immerse the desert city.

“This is the real world…”

She murmured, recalling the myriad things that had once happened on the death planet.

—She was living in two worlds.

She had never heard of such a thing.

On the other side of the ocean.

A certain city.

Uncle Seven’s Breakfast Shop.

Thump, thump, thump—

A knock sounded at the door.

The door opened.

A five-year-old child stood behind the door, curiously peeking out.

Immediately after.

A middle-aged woman picked up the child, then also looked out the door.

“Who are you looking for?”

The middle-aged woman asked, puzzled.

A man wearing sunglasses stood outside the door, bowing and saying:

“It’s like this, our film crew really likes the style of your shop and would like to borrow your place to film a scene. What do you think?”

“Filming?” The middle-aged woman looked surprised.

“Yes, we’ll rent your courtyard for three thousand a day. What do you say?” the man asked.

The middle-aged woman turned and called out, “Husband, someone wants to rent our place!”

Soon.

A middle-aged man came out and began negotiating with the man at the door.

About fifteen minutes later.

Both parties reached a preliminary agreement, and both were satisfied.

The man in sunglasses turned and left the house.

He walked down the street and away.

“Excuse me, handsome.”

A voice sounded.

The man looked in the direction of the voice and saw a fashionably dressed girl standing by the roadside.

“Are they filming a movie here?”

The girl asked with interest.

The man frowned, ignored her completely, turned and walked away.

—He hated these gossip-mongering women who didn’t know their place.

But as soon as he took two steps, the girl followed and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

The man transformed into a blurry afterimage.

The girl whispered:

“Human tricks are foolish and ridiculous. No matter what you’re doing, your disrespect towards me is real.”

The afterimage finished transforming.

—The man in sunglasses turned into a graceful woman, who then walked towards Uncle Seven’s Breakfast Shop.

She knocked on the door.

“Dad, I’m back.”

The door opened.

“You’re back, darling. How long are you staying this time?”

“Two days, then I’m off to work with some sisters.”

The door closed.

Only the girl remained standing on the street, holding the sunglasses man’s phone.

The phone rang.

The girl pressed the answer button.

A busy voice immediately sounded from the receiver:

“How did it go? Did they agree?”

“No,” the girl said.

—Her voice was exactly the same as the man in the sunglasses!

“If they don’t agree, forget it. There are breakfast shops everywhere. Go find another one. Come back to the set for lunch.”

“Okay.”

The call ended.

The girl thought for a moment, then directly transformed into the appearance of the man in sunglasses and walked out onto the street.

“Film set?”

“Interesting. If it’s a coincidence, then so be it. If not—”

He quickly hailed a taxi and headed towards the film set.

At the same time.

At the film set.

Xie Lan held his phone and quickly typed a message, detailing everything that had just happened.

After a breath.

A line of small text appeared:

“Leave the set, immediately.”

Xie Lan’s heart tightened, and he immediately stood up and walked out.

Recalling the terrifying scene, he strode quickly, almost running.

“Lan Ge.”

His assistant, smoking on the set, called out in surprise.

“Let’s go,” Xie Lan said.

“Ah… okay, where to?”

“Just go! Xiao Zhao, drive the car, let’s leave the set, quickly!”

Xie Lan jumped into the car and urged his assistant and driver in a low voice.

The driver and assistant, who had been with him for many years, immediately sensed that something was amiss.

The nanny van roared to life, drove out of the parking lot, and quickly got onto the highway.

Before long.

It merged into the traffic on the ring road.

A taxi happened to pass by in the opposite direction, heading towards the film set.

Xie Lan lowered his head, not looking outside, just clutching his phone tightly, quietly waiting for something.

Suddenly.

The phone screen lit up.

“Separate those around you from this incident, and you should also lie low.”

Xie Lan glanced at it, thought for a moment, then spoke:

“Xiao Zhao, Xiao Liu, how many years have you been with me?”

The driver said, “Eight years, Lan Ge.”

“Thirteen years, Lan Ge,” the assistant said.

Xie Lan pondered before saying:

“The New Year is coming soon, I need to take a good rest this year.”

“And I’m giving you a long holiday too—”

“Don’t overthink it, just report back to me on time in early February next year.”

“I’ll pay you double for these few months, plus a hefty year-end bonus.”

In the car, two joyful voices spoke simultaneously:

“Thank you, Lan Ge!”

At the same time.

At the film set.

The taxi departed.

The man in sunglasses stood in the parking lot, looking towards the antique-style street.

Today, two film crews were shooting simultaneously.

—It was already quite lively.

There were also many other professionals and logistics personnel, all gathered there.

To investigate this matter…

It would take too much time.

His time was very precious.

So—

His gaze was suddenly drawn to a young girl.

The girl was wearing a mini-skirt and a small vest, holding a set of ancient clothing, and taking a selfie with her phone.

“Hmm?”

The man in sunglasses suddenly had an idea.

He raised his hand and gently tapped a few times in the void.

A person suddenly appeared.

—This was a man wearing a black top hat and holding a scepter.

Augustus!

He was the Lord of the Withered Scepter!

“What major event has happened that you’ve called me here?” Augustus asked.

“This world retains too many traces of the Eternal World civilization… it’s not very convenient for us to manage. I’ll change everyone, and you’ll be responsible for erasing all traces of technology.”

The man in sunglasses said.

“Interesting, so you want to turn back civilization?” Augustus asked.

The man in sunglasses squatted down, placed his hand on the ground, and whispered:

“—Let humanity revert to the primitive era—no, to the medieval period. That way, they’ll be easier to manage and won’t be able to stir up any trouble.”

Strands of light emanated from his hand, instantly spreading across the earth.

In an instant.

On Earth.

All humans transformed into blurry afterimages.

One breath.

Two breaths.

The third breath.

The girl walking across the parking lot reappeared.

This time.

She wore an ancient long dress, her expression natural, as if she truly belonged to that era.

As for her phone—

Augustus raised the Withered Scepter and spoke:

“Let it end, human civilization.”

“Everything you have will wither here, and you will helplessly return to a backward and ignorant past era.”

Bang.

The phone disappeared, transforming into a small, delicate round fan.

The girl, dressed in an ancient long gown, held the fan and gracefully walked away.

Las Vegas.

Xiao Mengyu watched the towering skyscrapers outside transform into low bungalows and castles, then picked up her phone and typed quickly:

“This power is too terrifying, don’t come back…”

Before she could finish typing, her phone turned into parchment, and a quill appeared in her hand.

—She looked down and saw herself dressed in a long robe, veiled, with candles burning around her.

All modern things had vanished.

As for her memories—

Many things began to blur.

Who am I…?

This city of exile in the desert, I preside over a part of it.

So—

I am the ruler here.

Who were those indistinct figures in my mind?

I can’t remember.

Xiao Mengyu stood there lost, unable to recall anything from the past no matter how hard she tried.

At this moment.

From the Eurasian continent to the Sahara, from the deep Antarctic continent to the Arctic glaciers—

All humans lost their chronological characteristics.

Guns, cars, airplanes, and computers.

All disappeared.

Replaced by swords, carriages, carrier pigeons, and abacuses.

The satellites outside the sky all turned into meteors, beautifully withering like streaking flames halfway through their fall.

Humanity, in a state of ignorance, forgot everything and, along with its civilization, returned to the medieval era.

“Why did you decide to do this?” Augustus asked with interest.

“—Originally, there were some things to investigate, but I found it too troublesome,” the man in sunglasses said with a bored tone.

Augustus nodded.

Too much trouble.

So he simply changed the entire civilization.

That way, everything was as if starting over, and firmly under control.

There was no need to investigate anything further.

Because humanity had forgotten everything.

They would live again.

—In an ignorant and backward era, enslaved by the creations of truth, they would live in despair.

They had no hope left.

They could only live in this mediocre, futile way, until their lives came to an end.

…

On the other side.

The Eternal World.

“This is everything that just happened. If I hadn’t run fast, I would have been wiped out forever.”

The phone kept emitting electronic sounds.

—It was the AI.

“It’s terrifying,” the Ship of Destruction exclaimed.

“Yes, how do people live without phones?” Uncle Seven joined in with a worried expression.

They simultaneously looked at Shen Ye.

In this situation.

The opponents were the first and second ranked existences among the twenty-one ultimate creations.

They couldn’t win a fight.

What else could they do?

There was no solution at all!

“Don’t look at me, it’s not yet the moment of despair—hmm?”

Shen Ye was speaking when he suddenly felt a tickle in his nose and instinctively reached up to touch it.

He felt blood on his hand.

Nosebleed?

Me?

—With my current strength, I still get nosebleeds?

Shen Ye felt a little dizzy.

The world spun.

A power quietly emerged from the Dharmakaya, slowly transmitting and flowing into Shen Ye’s limbs and bones.

This made him feel a little better.

The voice of the Ship of Destruction sounded:

“You only have the strength of the twenty-sixth layer of the Dharma Realm, yet you forcefully used a truth-level sword technique, and you’ve unleashed it so many times.”

“Your body is overdrawn.”

“Aren’t you providing the power? I’m still overdrawn?” Shen Ye couldn’t help but ask.

“Nonsense, this is a truth-twenty-first-tier sword technique. To be honest, it’s like a child wielding a great sword; you’re the one who will eventually exhaust your strength,” the Ship of Destruction said.

Shen Ye took a deep breath and began to examine his body internally.

The muscles in his limbs were almost torn.

His blood vessels were rigid and inelastic.

His internal organs were all in a state of extreme exhaustion.

He was indeed severely fatigued.

“Do we still have hope of forging a path to freedom?”

“Tell me the truth, Shen Ye—”

“If there’s truly no hope, our best course of action is to collectively defect to Destruction.”

The Ship of Destruction buzzed.

Shen Ye pondered for a moment, then muttered to himself:

“The most timely information is intelligence—”

“While all the envoys are trapped on Earth, I must quickly contact Gallian’s main god and report what happened on Earth.”

Uncle Seven hesitated, “Will that help?”

The Ship of Destruction immediately interjected:

“How could it not help? Everyone else is trapped, only he escaped and promptly reported the situation on Earth—”

“Guess how the main god will view such a subordinate?”

“A useful person,” Uncle Seven said.

“Loyal and capable,” the Ship of Destruction added.

Shen Ye couldn’t help but nod:

“I will report immediately now.”

“—Uncle Seven needs to step aside, because you are a creation of truth, not part of our Destruction faction.”

“No problem,” Uncle Seven said.

Shen Ye directly opened his Dharmakaya and stored Uncle Seven.

He opened the door, stepped through, and came to the location of the Doom Castle.

—This was already the front-line camp of the Catastrophe of Destruction.

After the Lord of Death died, the castle was also destroyed.

Now there were only some scattered Destruction minions, who had temporarily set up a small camp.

—They were the ones who went to Earth to participate in selecting leaders.

Earth was completely changed by the Spirit-Trapping Net.

The so-called selection could not proceed.

Some quick-witted Destruction minions saw the drastic changes in the world and immediately warped back.

—Even though they didn’t know what was happening, it was definitely right to come back.

“Everyone.”

Shen Ye said loudly.

Everyone looked at him.

“It’s Duke Baxter.”

“He’s still alive.”

“But the Doom Castle is destroyed.”

“This Duke is not simple, but now that there’s no castle, can he still be considered a Duke?”

“The Lord of Death is missing, so who is he?”

People whispered.

Shen Ye couldn’t help but shake his head, finding it a little amusing.

Questioning me?

It’s unnecessary.

In the eyes of the main god’s envoys, we are all just slaves.

“I need an item that can contact the higher-ups. Who is willing to trade with me?”

Shen Ye scanned his surroundings and asked.

Many people ignored his gaze.

Some people laughed.

Many others looked thoughtful.

But no one spoke.

“What do you offer in exchange?” a voice sounded.

It was an unfamiliar Destruction minion.

“That depends on what you need,” Shen Ye said.

“I want your protection—I don’t know what’s happening here, you need to guarantee my safety today,” the minion said.

“No problem,” Shen Ye said cheerfully.

The minion pulled out a notebook and handed it over, saying,

“This is a secret agent’s logbook. The information inside can be directly transmitted to the higher-ups of the Destruction faction.”

Shen Ye glanced at it, recalling that he also had such a magical notebook with Norton.

—This thing works.

“Do I need to make an oath?” Shen Ye asked.

“No need, Duke. For such a small matter, who wouldn’t believe you?” the minion said.

Shen Ye glanced at him.

That was well said.

Though flattery, it also put him on a pedestal.

If Duke Baxter were a man of his word, then his subordinates would not approach him in the future, let alone be used by him.

—Those who survived until now were all extremely shrewd.

“Alright, give me the notebook, I need to use it now.”

“Here you go.”

Shen Ye took the notebook and began writing furiously on it.

The whole incident was quickly written down.

A faint light appeared as a line of small text:

“Message sent, please wait.”

Alright.

Now all he had to do was wait.

Shen Ye held the notebook, stood still, and then called out:

“Anyone have healing potions?”

“I do.” Another person ran up, holding a small bottle.

Shen Ye looked up and saw it was Brenna, the secretary of the Duke’s Mansion.

“Brenna, you’re still alive!”

Shen Ye said joyfully.

“This is a top-grade powerful healing potion, Duke,” Secretary Brenna said.

“What do you want in return from me?” Shen Ye asked.

“Your protection—my premonition is very bad, I hope you can protect me, thank you very much.”

“Alright.”

Shen Ye took the bottle, opened it, and after seeing the small glowing text appear, he drank it down.

After a while.

A wave of warmth flowed through his body, and Shen Ye’s injuries gradually healed.

His attribute points, which had plummeted to rock bottom, also began to recover.

Shen Ye couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly—

Boom!!!

Amidst a deafening roar, a scorching, blazing radiance descended from the darkness.

This light quickly ascended and took shape, transforming into a towering pillar of burning light, standing impossibly high above the ruins of Doom.

A humming sound emanated from the pillar of light:

“The intelligence is accurate.”

“How shall I reward you, Duke of Destruction Baxter?”

Shen Ye was about to speak when lines of glowing text quietly appeared in the void:

“Congratulations.”

“Your reputation has reached the Destruction Main God, which is an extremely great achievement.”

“Thanks to this, your trait ‘Vampire Veteran’ has been upgraded by one level.”

“You have now gained a new trait:”

“Vampire Master.”

“…”

Following was an introduction to Vampire Master.

Shen Ye was already very familiar with this, because each time he directly used “Combat Dance Diva” to temporarily upgrade “Vampire Veteran” by one level.

This allowed him to use the next higher level, “Vampire Master.”

Now that he had reached “Vampire Master,” then correspondingly—

If he used “Combat Dance Diva” again, he could temporarily upgrade “Vampire Master” by one level!

Shen Ye felt a tingling sensation in his heart, eager to see what the next level of trait would be.

But the current situation wasn’t suitable.

He respectfully said:

“There is no need to reward me. I am but a humble minion of Destruction, but please, you must save my friend.”

“Friend? Have the minions of Destruction made friends?”

The voice from within the light pillar carried an inscrutable meaning.

“Yes.”

Shen Ye continued solemnly:

“Queen of Destruction Ning Yunyu is trapped on that blue planet. She has been working hard to destroy the entire world of truth, but she is now trapped there.”

“So it was her…” The mockery and disdain in the light pillar disappeared. “She is an extremely unique existence, very interesting, and being trapped there also shows loyalty…”

“Very well, the main god is aware of what’s happening here.”

“—The real battle is about to begin.”

“Thank you!” Shen Ye joyfully bowed.

Indeed.

He alone was no match for the Spirit-Trapping Net and the Withered Scepter.

But why should he fight them alone?

The envoys of the Destruction faction were all trapped on Earth. Could the Destruction Main God tolerate this?

If this could be tolerated, then there was no need to destroy the world.

Boom—

The beam of light shot up into the sky and quickly disappeared.

Immediately after.

An imposing voice resounded throughout the ruins of Doom:

“Attention everyone!”

“Prepare for battle, we will descend upon the blue planet in one minute!”

“This is a battle of revenge!”

“The Main God will personally lead you to destroy all creations of truth!”

“Everyone, prepare—”

The Destruction minions, who had been resting, one by one rose, expressions tense and solemn.

Just as everyone thought the command had been issued.

The voice sounded again:

“Duke Baxter of Destruction and his designated subordinates may continue to rest.”

“This is because they provided extremely valuable intelligence!”

Facing everyone’s gaze—

Shen Ye pointed to the person who had just given him the notebook, and to Brenna who stood beside him.

“You two rest here,” Shen Ye said.

“Thank you, my lord,” the two said, ecstatic.

Everyone felt that the situation had escalated to an extremely serious degree.

The Main God personally joined the battle!

It was an unimaginable spectacle.

No one could predict what would happen after entering Earth!

—Staying here to rest was already the best arrangement.

Between the ruins.

The teleportation began.

The crowd transformed into streaks of light, soaring into the sky and disappearing.

Shen Ye watched this scene silently.

Uncle Seven’s voice suddenly sounded:

“With that level of battle, if one isn’t careful, the Earth will be destroyed.”

“I know,” Shen Ye said.

The voice of the Ship of Destruction carried a hint of schadenfreude:

“So the planet isn’t important, what’s important is taking down the first and second creations? In that case, I think I can accept that.”

“No,” Shen Ye said.

“No?” the Ship of Destruction asked in surprise.

“Destroying the Spirit-Trapping Net and the Withered Scepter is what I want, saving the people on the planet is also what I want—I want both,” Shen Ye said.

“That’s impossible,” the Ship of Destruction said.

“Let’s try.”

…

A few minutes later.

Another Shen Ye appeared in the Void of Truth.

In the distant darkness—

The Death Planet loomed into view.

“The great battle on Earth has begun, I feel the fluctuations,” the Ship of Destruction said.

“I feel it too,” Uncle Seven said.

“Wait a minute—if you two were to attack, how many moves would it take to blow up a planet?”

Shen Ye asked.

“How many moves? Are you insulting me? One move is enough,” the Ship of Destruction said.

“I only need one move too—but blowing up a planet easily creates unforeseen enmity, so generally everyone is very cautious,” Uncle Seven said.

“Yes, exactly,”

The Ship of Destruction agreed.

Shen Ye silently gazed at the distant Death Planet and whispered:

“Why was the multi-layered universe shattered completely back then? Whose idea was it?”

—He had never known about this.

“I’m not clear, that incident affected too many truth creations, I went into hiding,”

Uncle Seven said.

“Hmph, I know though.”

The Ship of Destruction continued: “The ‘feeding’ of the multi-layered universe made everyone uneasy.”

“How so?” Shen Ye asked.

“Some creations believed that her evolution might be infinite, which made some high-ranking creations feel threatened.”

“—The first and second ranked creations naturally had to meet this challenge.”

“They led a group of truth creations and destroyed the multi-layered universe!”

“You didn’t make a move?” Shen Ye asked blandly.

The Ship of Destruction was about to put on airs, but suddenly sensing an ominous premonition, it immediately said honestly:

“The Withered Scepter is my enemy, whatever it does, I won’t do, and vice versa.”

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“So I didn’t participate.”

“I see,” Shen Ye said.

“What are you thinking? Why are we here? Earth isn’t here,” the Ship of Destruction asked.

“I’m thinking—”

Shen Ye felt a little emotional, slowly forming hand seals:

“There’s one thing they weren’t wrong about.”

“The evolution of the multi-layered universe is indeed infinite.”

“—From being surrounded and defeated, she likely began to ponder how to deal with the Spirit-Trapping Net, until billions of years passed.”

“Until the era of the multi-layered universe restarted.”

“Until the Third Era.”

“She found that method, and I mastered that method.”

The hand seal was formed.

The Ship of Destruction didn’t have time to ask, feeling the call of the spell, it had to inject power into it first.

With its help, the spell was cast.

—Heavenly Cauldron Art!

Overwhelming spell fluctuations instantly enveloped the entire Death Planet.

Lines of glowing text immediately appeared in the void:

“You cast a super large-scale Heavenly Cauldron Art.”

“This is a truth-twenty-first-tier spell.”

“All living beings on the Death Planet have now been transformed from dream to reality.”

“Attention!”

“All living beings’ souls, having traversed from Earth, have all returned to their bodies on the Death Planet, and with the Heavenly Cauldron Art, these bodies have become real, while their Earth bodies have become dreams!”

—Everyone awakened!

However, this time it was not on Earth.

This time.

It was on the Death Planet!