Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 98

On the single-plank bridge.

Zhao Yibing moved with graceful composure, her voice like pearls dropping onto a jade plate:

“Your examination site is surrounded by a massive magic barrier, which constantly monitors every examinee’s situation.”

“It took me some effort to create this spell that can shield us from the magic barrier.”

Whoosh—

A fierce wind erupted from her, stirring up dust.

A strong, ominous aura filled the surroundings.

The monsters lurking in the water dared not stay, fleeing in terror.

Shen Ye’s expression also changed.

At this moment.

A line of appraisal appeared above Zhao Yibing’s head:

“Lord of the Weeping Demon Hell, Stealer of Worlds, Cursed Spirit King, the Star that commands all souls to fall.”

“This entry is unspeakable. Mortals who hear it will have it implanted in their memories, swayed by its allure, and ultimately deviate from their original destiny.”

“Body rejecting host in progress.”

“This being is parasitic in the body of this mortal, needing more blood and souls to unlock greater power in this world.”

Shen Ye broke out in a cold sweat.

So powerful?

There was no room to fight back.

Zhao Yibing’s feet lifted slightly from the ground, floating in mid-air.

“Now we can calmly settle this, what do you think?”

She said unhurriedly.

Beside her, the Skinner “swish”ed out his dagger and shouted:

“Why aren’t you submitting?”

Shen Ye “swish”ed out his phone and also shouted:

“Tell me, what exactly are you?”

The two people opposite looked at him.

Shen Ye loudly said:

“Look at your phones—the phones have reception.”

The Skinner’s face looked strange. He took out his phone and glanced at it, and indeed, it had reception.

Zhao Yibing let out a soft laugh, shook her head, and said:

“How foolish—that little piece of technology, I could destroy it with ease.”

“But you don’t know, our phones are backed up in real-time,” Shen Ye said.

“Real-time backup?” Zhao Yibing asked.

“When we record, it’s immediately uploaded to the ‘cloud.’ Even if you destroy the phone, the content is still stored in the ‘cloud’,” Shen Ye said.

“Cloud?” Zhao Yibing still didn’t understand.

Shen Ye didn’t know how to explain and looked at the Skinner.

The Skinner chimed in: “Simply put, cloud storage is an online storage method where data is stored on multiple virtual servers, usually hosted by a third party, rather than on dedicated servers.”

“This prevents data loss if the phone is damaged, because people can always recover data from the cloud,” Shen Ye said.

“So as long as we make a move, others can watch what happens here from the cloud,” the Skinner said.

“Perfect explanation, that’s exactly it!” Shen Ye said.

He nodded slightly at the Skinner.

The Skinner seemed to want to nod back, but Zhao Yibing gave him a cold glance.

“Why are you looking at him—we’re just drawn to each other, kindred spirits,” Shen Ye said.

The video began recording.

Zhao Yibing let out a sudden laugh, her killing intent receding once more, and she said languidly:

“I was just toying with you. In fact, I was originally going to attack and kill you directly.”

“But I particularly appreciate the evil in you humans.”

“Guess what—”

“Can your video be sent out?”

Shen Ye was also a little nervous.

The other party possessed such immense power, yet disregarded the body’s rejection and immediately came looking for him.

Could it be…

Was it really about the cursed statue?

But after finding him, she wasn’t making a move now.

What’s wrong?

Shen Ye clicked the video, then clicked send.

The video didn’t move.

Although the phone had a signal, it couldn’t work.

He tried dialing a number.

It was no use either.

…How did she know?

Opposite him.

Zhao Yibing’s expression was full of deep meaning, her head tilted, quietly observing her prey.

—Kill him?

No.

Humans being harmed by the evil of their own kind, ultimately falling into a path of degradation, this was what she loved to see the most.

The fallen were her subjects, never able to escape her grasp.

And in this world, she needed some subjects.

She needed more subordinates, to establish a church, develop faith, and gather followers.

The Skinner was one.

His daughter died by the hands of the influential, and she helped him avenge her, thus acquiring his soul.

What about this young man?

The curse of the King of Ten Thousand Fallen Ghosts had generated a new ability within him.

Stripping away the curse, while it would return all power to its origin, would also make that ability disappear.

That ability…

It should be a world-linking type.

Extremely rare.

If the young man served her, wouldn’t it be as if she had gained that new ability?

Once his soul belonged to her—

Killing him, tormenting him, or using him would be effortless.

“I must confess, I had originally planned to further activate this arcane realm.”

Zhao Yibing’s expression was solemn, and a sense of authority emanated from her.

She floated in mid-air, looking down at Shen Ye and saying:

“But I had only just made my move when I realized something.”

“—Shen Ye, you humans have already activated the arcane realm and specifically set up such an ordeal for you.”

“So you cannot blame me.”

Shen Ye sneered, “Do you think I’d believe that?”

The Skinner yelled angrily, “If the great Lord truly intended to deal with you, you would be dead already.”

Just as Shen Ye was about to say something, a scene flashed through his mind.

That scene in the banquet hall.

Those important figures watching him silently.

Everything seemed to be under their control.

Plus, now there was no phone signal.

Damn it.

It sounded like Zhao Yibing had a point.

Last time, she was repelled.

With her abilities, she only needed to address the “being repelled” issue, and then she could confidently kill him.

There was no need for any roundabout schemes!

“Why aren’t you making a move?” Shen Ye asked directly.

Zhao Yibing was about to speak, then suddenly closed her mouth.

Boom—

The left wall suddenly broke open.

A beautiful woman with long flowing hair gracefully arrived, landing between the two parties.

A girl?

Shen Ye looked at the person.

No.

He was a man, just exceptionally beautiful and delicate!

Nangong Sirui!

He wore a full set of black combat leather armor, a jade flute hanging at his waist, and a silver spear fastened to his back, looking valiant and spirited.

“What’s going on with you all?” Nangong Sirui asked calmly.

“A fight, none of your business, get lost,” Shen Ye said.

“Oh? Are you fighting? Never mind, as long as you don’t disturb my exam, I don’t care about you either,” Nangong Sirui said casually.

Boom—

Another clang.

The right wall broke open as well.

A delicate young girl appeared before everyone.

“Brother Sirui!”

The moment she saw Nangong Sirui, her eyes lit up.

Then she looked again.

There were other people here.

—These people were strange. Two on the bridge emanating killing intent, one below recording with a phone.

None of them seemed like proper examinees.

At this moment, everyone felt their paper cards vibrating.

They took out their paper cards and looked.

A new prompt had appeared:

“On this path, you have encountered a single-plank bridge.”

“Only one person can cross this bridge at a time, and it can only be used again after 10 minutes.”

Only one person can cross?

If they lingered here for 10 minutes, and then more people arrived, wouldn’t there be a struggle?

“Hmph, you told me to get lost?”

Nangong Sirui asked.

“Yes, get lost, this is the path I discovered,” Shen Ye said.

Nangong Sirui tossed his long hair, his face cold, and said:

“Never mind—I wouldn’t stoop to taking the path you discovered. I will find a new passage to the next stage.”

With that, he straightened his figure, soaring back into the broken wall like a great bird spreading its wings, and was soon far away.

His speed was too fast, almost as if he was desperately escaping.

“Wait for me, Brother Sirui!”

The maiden anxiously chased after him.

The two appeared suddenly and then left just as suddenly, and neither of the parties present made a move.

Zhao Yibing merely looked at Shen Ye, and said unhurriedly:

“Shen Ye, I will not attack you now.”

“Why?” Shen Ye couldn’t help but ask.

He was still holding his phone, recording everything happening there.

Zhao Yibing spoke:

“When humans commit evil, even deities will keep their distance.”

“—But Shen Ye, I can save you from this evil.”

She glanced at the Skinner.

The Skinner prostrated on the ground, and said devoutly: “Great Being, I swear, I actually hold no grudge against Shen Ye.”

“On the contrary, because of this incident of his, I completed a magnificent work of art and found my next beautiful prey.”

“—I am grateful to him.”

“Oh? How do you plan to show your gratitude?” Zhao Yibing asked.

“I’ve prepared a small gift for him,” the Skinner said.

“What is it?” Zhao Yibing asked again.

“It’s Cloud Mountain Port,” the Skinner whispered, “—three cargo ships, their entire holds filled with bombs. If detonated, the entire port will be destroyed.”

“Cloud Mountain Port will plunge into the sea, and all the mortals on the island will perish.”

“The exam will also be interrupted immediately.”

“Brother Shen Ye, you won’t be eliminated, because once such a massive explosion occurs, everything will have to start over, and so will the exam.”

“The exam will become more rigorous, and no one will be able to secretly make things difficult for you.”

He raised his head, his cloudy eyes slowly fixed on Shen Ye, a sincere goodwill appearing on his face.

“Why would you do that? You think I need that kind of help?” Shen Ye said.

The Skinner smiled faintly:

“We actually have a lot in common.”

“All those important figures deserve to die.”

“—I knew that when my daughter was tormented by them. Later, under the protection of the divine, I killed them all.”

“Brother Shen Ye, today, just one word from you, and I will immediately detonate that bomb.”

“I’ll take this burden off your shoulders.”

“No need,” Shen Ye said.

“Why?” the Skinner asked.

“You’ve been doing all the talking. Perhaps this trial isn’t quite as you describe, and it wasn’t tampered with, was it?” Shen Ye said.

Zhao Yibing smiled, stepped aside, and slowly said:

“How about I make a bet with you?”

“How do we bet?” Shen Ye asked.

Zhao Yibing said: “There’s another assessment ahead, the strongest challenge in this arcane realm. I bet you absolutely won’t be able to pass.”

“What if I do pass?” Shen Ye asked.

“Then it proves those people weren’t trying to make things difficult for you, and I was mistaken. This matter will be forgotten, and we’ll meet again sometime,” Zhao Yibing said.

She stared at Shen Ye, and continued meaningfully, “But if you don’t pass…”

“What do you want?” Shen Ye asked.

“Come with me. I’ll train you well and make you my lieutenant,” Zhao Yibing said.

As soon as her voice fell.

Lines of faint glowing text immediately appeared before Shen Ye’s eyes: “The Demon Lord’s gamble has been initiated.”