Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 157

“Come out.”

Shen Ye spoke calmly.

There was no response.

Shen Ye stared into the darkness and said:

“Destroyer of the Great Thousand Worlds, Lord of the Weeping Demon Prison, Cursed Spirit King, the star that orders all souls to fall.”

“If you’re here to kill me, please come out and speak. If it’s something else, please come over and have a chat.”

Darkness.

Silence.

Suddenly—

Splat!

The phone on the motorcycle shattered.

This time, it didn’t just shatter; it was directly incinerated into ash by a ball of fire.

Then, a female voice sounded:

“Your human technology is truly annoying.”

A beautiful figure emerged from the darkness.

Yun Ni, from Garan High School.

Or rather—

The Lord of the Weeping Demon Prison.

“Fight? Or chat?” Shen Ye asked.

A door appeared beneath his feet, ready for him to escape at any moment.

“Don’t be nervous,” Yun Ni stopped at a distance, standing on the edge of the darkness, looking at him with an appreciative gaze, “I just found it stunning.”

“Stunning?” Shen Ye asked.

“Yes, I’ve never seen anyone like you—you identify truth from falsehood by smelling a girl’s lips—and you even use a phone to block attacks, effortlessly turning the tables,” Yun Ni said.

“This isn’t really worth praising.” Shen Ye was a little embarrassed.

“You don’t understand—I’ve seen too many battles between opponents of similar strength, witnessed too much gore, planets exploding, stars falling in chaos, and I’m tired of it all.”

“But this kind of highly disparate fight, where one side possesses magnificent, powerful, mysterious natural forces, yet is defeated by the most basic, simple, clumsy actions, that’s the kind of battle that earns my whistle,” Yun Ni said, even putting her hand to her mouth and whistling.

After whistling, she clapped her hands.

—She seemed to be treating herself as an audience member.

“What exactly do you want to say?” Shen Ye asked.

“I’m quite bored lately, how about we make a bet?” Yun Ni said.

“Our bet is on the seventh day, it’s only the third day now, no deal!” Shen Ye flatly refused.

“…How uninteresting. Then I’ll have to propose a deal—you’ve been hit by a spell that can teleport you to dangerous places, and now I’m responsible for activating this spell.”

Yun Ni extended a finger.

Whispers emanated from her finger, forming an obscure and indecipherable incantation.

“With a flick of my finger, this ‘Embrace of the Evil King’ will activate, and you will be teleported to a wicked god’s nest.”

“Let me explain—including me, there are nine deities standing behind Song Qingyun.”

“If you are teleported to my lounge, then there’s nothing to say; I can only let you go, and only take your soul after the bet.”

“But if you are teleported to the nests of other wicked gods…”

“You’ll die.”

“Shen Ye, are you going to bet on that one-ninth chance, or listen to my advice?”

“Tell me.” Shen Ye shrugged.

“Come with me—I will carefully nurture you, show you billions of worlds, make you my right-hand man, and let you grow properly.”

“As long as you come with me, you won’t have to face this immediate dead end.”

“We’ll leave this cage-like dead world together.”

“But,” Shen Ye spread his hands, expertly reciting his lines: “Lord of the Weeping Demon Prison, what’s the price?”

“Your soul.” Yun Ni looked at him with bright eyes.

“Actually, I’ve always been a bit confused,” Shen Ye said.

He

stood with his hands in his pockets, casually stretching his neck, his gaze fixed on the girl standing at the edge of the darkness.

“With your strength, you should be able to defeat me, right?”

Shen Ye said.

“Yes,” Yun Ni said.

“Why don’t you fight me directly, instead of constantly setting up bets and proposing deals, insisting that I willingly agree?” Shen Ye asked.

“The people I value must enjoy this special treatment. I need you to follow me voluntarily,” Yun Ni said.

“Wouldn’t that be too inefficient for you?” Shen Ye asked.

Yun Ni smiled sweetly, “Efficiency means nothing to me; my lifespan is almost eternal.”

“What if I’m never willing?” Shen Ye asked.

“Win the bet before you make such a bold statement—of course, let’s discuss the current deal first. Tell me, what’s your decision?” Yun Ni asked.

“I’m not going with you.”

“Why? Are you going to bet on that one-ninth chance? Do you like gambling?”

“Not really—you have a great presence, but you haven’t convinced me,” Shen Ye said.

“Perhaps you think I’m flawed? Or is my image too ordinary? Or is there something that makes you uncomfortable?” The smile on Yun Ni’s face vanished.

“No, nothing like that – it’s my own reasons.”

“I’d like to hear them.”

“I still have many things undone, unfulfilled wishes, sights unseen, and I’ve never considered selling my soul to any being.”

Yun Ni looked at him, and after a long moment, nodded thoughtfully.

“I like your explanation. I find our compatibility quite high,” she said.

“Huh?” Shen Ye was startled.

His response was merely to avoid provoking her, and for another hidden purpose.

Yet, the Lord of the Weeping Demon Prison actually said that?

Why?

Yun Ni looked at him and continued in a gentle and harmonious voice:

“Young souls, because they have never seen the magnificent beauty of billions of worlds, do not wish to settle down too early, and are determined to wander until they are weary.”

“It’s like a first love that rarely ends well.”

“Everything isn’t an end, but rather a sign that there are even grander and more magnificent paths for us to walk together.”

“But one day, we will meet again.”

“—I like this feeling.”

Shen Ye stared at her blankly.

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What are you talking about?

You must be an idiot.

Yun Ni turned and walked into the depths of the darkness, her hands clasped behind her back.

“If Song Qingyun hates you, she will specifically take a moment out of her inheritance trial to unleash that spell.”

“You will still be teleported.”

“—The locations of the other evil gods are on that map, marked with skulls.”

“If you have a chance to escape, follow the path I’ve marked; that’s the only way out and the only exit.”

“Farewell, young soul. Find a way to survive.”

Her voice lingered.

She turned and walked away, disappearing into the darkness.

Shen Ye stood there for a moment, then sighed:

“—Just like her servants, they’re all lunatics.”

After waiting for a while longer.

He rummaged in his pants pocket.

A mobile phone was pulled out, screen lit up, recording its surroundings.

That’s right!

All that talking just now was actually to adjust the phone for recording.

A real man must carry three phones!

Better safe than sorry!

Shen Ye tapped rapidly on his phone, and after a good while, breathed a long sigh of relief.

The data from the first two phones had been synchronized to this phone while recording.

It was recorded.

All of it was recorded!

Suddenly.

Faint light gathered from all around, forming small characters that floated in mid-air:

“The ‘Embrace of the Evil King’ has been activated.”

“Initiating transmission.”

Shen Ye immediately put his phone into his ring, wasted no time, and took out his priest’s attire.

He put on the golden mask.

He put the diamond-studded shoulder-length wig on his head.

He donned the leather armor adorned with gold leaf.

He slipped on the boots embedded with colorful gemstones.

He picked up the short staff made entirely of gold.

—It seemed like something was missing.

A cape!

Shen Ye took out the Cloak of Death’s Disguise, and in a flash, transformed into a vampire.

He hadn’t even had time to do anything else when he suddenly shot into the air and vanished.

…

Fire.

In the darkness, a fire glowed.

A black-clad old man sat on a rock, warming himself by the fire.

The old man stared at the flames, muttering:

“It’s coming soon… should I eat it raw? Or roast it?”

The next second.

In the empty cave not far behind him, Shen Ye leaped down from the void.

—Too dazzling!

Although it was dark, the tall boots he wore were studded with gems, and many of them glowed!

These lights reflected on his long wig, igniting the reflective brilliance of the diamonds.

When the old man looked, he saw a bizarre scene—

A strange humanoid creature, sparkling with light on its head, golden all over, and colorful lights on its feet, descended.

“…Are you Shen Ye?”

The old man asked in surprise.

In an instant, Shen Ye was mid-air, with a double dragon spirit manifestation spreading behind him, his spiritual eyes wide open—

“This move of mine is called the Archery of 996; it can easily shoot down a little piece of trash like you!”

He roared, drew his bow, and instantly emptied his entire quiver!

Archery: Sudden Rain!

Pupil Technique: Frost Line of Demon Slaying!

The old man, not expecting him to attack upon arrival, immediately waved his hand to block, a sinister grin on his face as he scoffed, “You’re asking for death!”

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Ye fell.

—He fell from mid-air, landed on the ground, and then fell into the ground again, disappearing.

The old man was pricked all over by arrows and hit by the frost line, his entire body frozen and motionless.

But only for an instant—

The ice cracked and “clattered” to the ground.

“A little… painful…”

The old man’s forehead veins throbbed, he bared his teeth, revealing a mouth full of sharp fangs, and blades of wind, sharp as knives, erupted from his entire body.

The entire massive cave was sliced by these wind blades, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

The old man suddenly vanished from his spot, reappearing where Shen Ye had fallen.

Underground.

There was a door.

“A door… Haha, it’s actually a door to get out!”

The old man let out a wild laugh and jumped directly into the door.

Inside the door was a long secret passage.

Shen Ye sent away the Big Skeleton waiting there and stood in the secret passage.

The moment the old man appeared—

He emptied his second quiver of arrows again, cursing:

“Is that little piece of trash chasing me? Watch my 996!”

Before the words had faded.

Whoosh—

He flew away.

The old man had just passed through the door when he was immediately hit by a spray of ice shards in the face, and he heard the other party’s cursing in his ears.

The ecstasy of just having crossed space completely vanished.

Little… trash…

How many years had it been since anyone dared to call him that?

He shook off the heavy frost, his malevolent aura surging, and roared furiously, “You’re asking for death!”

Boom—

The old man burst out of the secret passage, shot into the sky, and pursued along the trajectory left by the flight.

As Shen Ye flew, he looked at the glowing small characters reflected in front of his eyes:

“‘The Great Chieftain’s Invitation’ has been activated!”

“Description: Once you’ve been hit by this move, no matter where you are, you will embark on a rapid high-altitude flight until you reach Thunder Fortress!”