Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 150

Mythical-level entry!

Shen Ye’s heart trembled, and his first reaction was to immediately devour it.

“Devour it, quick!”

He whispered in his heart, urging quickly.

But a faint light emerged from the void, revealing a new prompt:

“A certain power deep within Central City catalyzed your power, and through your ‘evaluation entry’ and your own premonition, it finally materialized as an entry.”

“This entry only serves as a hint and cannot be devoured.”

Shen Ye’s smile instantly froze.

His own ability… had used the power of the law world here to give himself a warning.

Such a situation had never happened before.

—Is this some kind of premonition of my own?

People say if your left eyelid twitches, you’ll get rich; if your right eyelid twitches, there’s trouble. My entry is probably the enhanced version of an otherworldly premonition.

Tsk.

I need to be careful!

He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

Tool person…

Why this word?

And it’s a “judgment materialized from thousands of years of human survival and tears”?

Shen Ye fell into deep thought.

Nangong Sirui, however, narrowed his eyes and said, “The light on your head was too dim and scattered quickly. I couldn’t see it clearly. What about you?”

“I didn’t see anything either,” Shen Ye said.

Nangong Sirui waited for a moment, then looked up at his own head.

Nothing.

“It seems I still have to go find it alone,” he sighed.

“Then you go.”

“Hmm, see you later. Let’s see who gets the ‘name’ here first.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Let’s compare, descendant of the Huntian Gate.”

Nangong Sirui waved at Shen Ye and swaggered into the crowd, quickly disappearing into the distance.

Shen Ye stood there, watching the departing figure.

However, what he didn’t see was—

A dark red eyeball quietly appeared behind him, trembled slightly, and then quickly merged into the ground, disappearing.

By this time, ten seconds had passed.

The entry disappeared.

Shen Ye felt a little regretful.

—He always felt that things were going very wrong.

Wasn’t this just a freshman welcoming party?

What exactly was going to happen?

Frankly, no matter how powerful Song Qingyun was, she was still just a student from Jialan High School.

How could she conjure a red entry?

“I found you.”

A female voice echoed faintly in his ear.

Shen Ye suddenly snapped back to his senses and looked around, but saw nothing.

A scarlet line suddenly flashed across his vision.

It came and went quickly.

If he hadn’t been paying attention, he might have even thought it was an illusion.

But this scarlet line—

Shen Ye was very familiar with it.

He pondered for a moment, then changed direction, following the flashing direction of the line.

He passed through the spacious and noisy street.

He entered a quiet and silent alley.

At the end of the alley.

A girl with permed hair stood there, quiet and lonely.

“You’ve become stronger after not seeing you for a few days.”

The girl said.

She played with the scarlet line in her hand, her eyes full of scrutiny.

A long line of entries appeared above her head:

“The destroyer of the myriad worlds, the master of the Crying Demonic Prison, the Cursed Spirit King, the star commanding all souls to fall.”

…It was her.

“Where’s Zhao Yibing?” Shen Ye asked.

The girl did not answer.

She raised her hand, looked at the watch on her wrist, and muttered to herself:

“It’s 6:32 PM now, that’s fine. I can still talk to you for a few minutes.”

After saying this, she looked at Shen Ye and smiled:

“I’ve changed bodies. My name is Yun Ni now, and I’m in the same year as you.”

“Yun Ni…” Shen Ye repeated.

He remembered now; she seemed to have sent a friend request before.

But because he didn’t know her, he refused it.

He didn’t expect it to be the Master of the Weeping Demonic Prison.

“Are you looking for me for something?” Shen Ye asked.

“I originally wanted to give you a surprise after the bet ended, but unfortunately, some things happened ahead of schedule,” the girl said.

She looked up at Shen Ye, sighed, and continued:

“Do you know? After all living beings die, their lifetime’s deeds are weighed before their destination is decided.”

“Like going to heaven or hell?” Shen Ye asked.

“Exactly—but there’s one situation where even the most heinous beings won’t go to hell; instead, they get a chance to reincarnate.”

“This situation is—”

She spread her hands, mimicking an explosion: “The world ‘poofs’ and is destroyed. Both good and bad people lose the chance to live out their lives, and no final judgment can be made.”

“What are you trying to say? Is there a problem with our bet?” Shen Ye asked.

“Not bad reaction time.”

The girl retracted the scarlet threads from her fingers and said, “You might not live to see the bet begin.”

“Why?” Shen Ye asked.

“I can’t say,” the girl showed a hint of playfulness, “I’m with them now, so I can’t say.”

Shen Ye thought for a moment and said, “Something will interrupt everything.”

The girl pursed her lips, motioning for him to continue.

“…It’s like forcibly pausing a game, or a performance being abruptly interrupted.”

“Tonight,” Shen Ye spoke faster and faster, “you must be unwilling, which is why you came to see me before the bet began.”

“Why unwilling?” Yun Ni asked.

“Either I get killed by someone, or I can no longer become your slave.”

Shen Ye continued, “Something must have interrupted the bet, and you feel this is your loss, so you came to warn me.”

The girl giggled softly.

“You, ah, no wonder you can become that true disciple,” she said with a sigh. “By the way, have you played online games?”

“I have,” Shen Ye said.

“You’re like a newcomer who just created a character and is ready to make a big move.”

“Unfortunately, you don’t know that others have been operating in the game for hundreds of years, and it’s time for the ending.”

“How does that saying go—”

“Born at the wrong time.”

“This isn’t a story, an epic, a movie, but reality.”

“So you don’t have time to grow. You’ll be stifled immediately.”

“But I really want you, I want you and your soul, your willingness, your unwavering loyalty.”

“So let it be.”

The girl slipped a piece of paper into a crack in the wall, then brushed past Shen Ye and walked out of the alley.

“Are you planning to help me?”

Shen Ye asked.

The girl stopped, the corners of her mouth curling slightly.

“I’ve placed bets on both sides. Whichever side loses, I win.”

“Of course, if you’re willing to pledge allegiance to me now, and serve me with your soul, I could save you.”

The girl looked at him for a moment, then shook her head: “Too bad you’re not willing.”

“So be it then.”

She waved at him and slowly walked out of the alley.

The alley returned to silence.

“Betting on both sides…”

Shen Ye repeated, walked to the wall, and pulled out the paper.

On the paper was a map.

A map of Central City.

No—

Looking closely, it was a map of the underground passages of Central City.

Several underground secret rooms were marked with skulls, and “danger” was written in scribbled handwriting.

Among the dense network of passages, only one extremely inconspicuous, thin path hidden behind numerous other passages was marked with an arrow, leading all the way to the exit location outside the map.

A line of text was written in the blank space of the paper:

“Follow Song Qingyun’s will, and perhaps you’ll gain a glimmer of a chance to survive.”

Shen Ye looked at it a few times, then put away the paper.

He fell into thought.

After a few minutes.

Light flew across the sky, illuminating the dark alley.

Two ladies, carrying lanterns, floated in mid-air.

“Young Master Shen, we finally found you—”

“Our two young ladies would like to invite you.”

Shen Ye looked back and saw that these two ladies were the same ones he had seen on his way to Xirang Middle School.

One woman said, “New students must complete a task and gain something in the Central City catacombs before finally entering the freshman welcoming party.”

The other woman said, “Young Master Shen, thanks to my young lady, you can go directly to the venue. She’s waiting for you.”

“Lead the way,” Shen Ye said.

The two ladies bowed slightly to him, then turned around together and slowly flew into the sky.

Shen Ye’s mouth curved into a sarcastic smile.

Fly?

You’re still testing me at a time like this?

Crazy!

He touched his ring and released the ghost fire motorcycle. He waited until the two ladies had flown far away, then straddled the bike and twisted the throttle.

The motorcycle let out an angry roar, shot into the night sky, and sped after the two.

“You’re too slow.”

He smiled back at the two, then twisted the throttle again, overtaking them and speeding through the night sky at an even faster pace.

The sky.

Deep within.

A floating island.

Brilliantly lit.

Distinguished guests filled the seats.

Shen Ye noticed that many aristocratic scions were already resting here.

They hadn’t undergone any tests at all.

Heh—

This is truly uninteresting.

He circled the floating island once, observing everyone.

In front of a fountain shining with faint light, a young girl, like a goddess, was surrounded by people, chatting and laughing with several peers.

Song Qingyun!

The roar of the motorcycle suddenly drowned out all other sounds.

The Ghost Flame motorcycle pulled a long trail of fiery flames across the sky, piercing through the relaxed and harmonious atmosphere of the banquet, and then heavily descended.

“Brother Shen Ye!”

Song Qingyun smiled faintly and greeted him.

“Hello, you said you needed to see me, so I came,” Shen Ye also said with a smile.

As they conversed, the entire floating island fell silent.

Everyone stared at the two of them.

“Yes—”

Song Qingyun seemed to remember something, put down her wine glass, and walked behind the crowd, pushing a wheelchair back.

Seated in the wheelchair was a girl who resembled her, but appeared somewhat frail and listless.

“My sister was very mischievous and impersonated me in a video that someone exploited.”

“On behalf of my sister, I apologize to you.”

“Sister, do you have anything to say to him?”

Song Qingyun looked down at the girl in the wheelchair.

The girl looked exactly like Song Qingyun, but her demeanor and temperament were entirely different.

Song Qingyun was vibrant and energetic, like a bright moon in the sky, admired by all,

Always the center of attention wherever she went.

This sister, sitting in the wheelchair, was very reserved.

She appeared quiet and unassuming, even a little dull.

The girl bit her lip, looked up at Shen Ye, and said in a soft voice:

“I’m really sorry, I just wanted to play a prank and didn’t expect it to cause such a big problem, Brother Shen Ye.”

Song Qingyun echoed, “My sister is just an ordinary person, she has no power to kill anyone. Please, Brother Shen Ye, don’t hold it against her.”

After these words were spoken, the surroundings gradually returned to their lively state.

The matter had been clarified.

It had nothing to do with Song Qingyun.

The Song family’s mistake was unintentional.

An unintentional mistake by an ordinary person.

If Shen Ye had intended to come and punish them, then naturally this ordinary person would bear his wrath.

This ordinary person was also just a pathetic young girl.

Shen Ye looked at the young girl in the wheelchair, a mix of emotions in his heart.