Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 164

Main world.

Underground of Zhongzhou City.

Hongyin Temple.

Song Yinchen had already ascended to the third floor of the temple.

Guarding this floor was a statue of a deity holding a vajra pestle.

When Song Yinchen appeared at the top of the stairs, the statue immediately came to life.

“Such a young descendant of the Song family… why don’t you temper yourself for a few more years, wait until your character is mature enough, and then come to pass my test?”

The statue asked.

“I have already endured enough tempering; now I just want to pass the test here and obtain that world-鎮神器 (World- trấn divine artifact).” Song Yinchen said.

“With your skills, you will surely die here.” The statue said.

Song Yinchen was startled and asked, puzzled, “I remember… unless the护法 (Dharma Protector) dies, I won’t die in the test.”

“That’s how it was for the previous stages, but this stage is different; it tests your护法 (Dharma Protector).” The statue said.

“Huh?” Song Yinchen exclaimed, covering her mouth, “Why test him? He clearly has nothing to do with this matter!”

“How can the護法 (Dharma Protector) who holds your life have nothing to do with it? —This is precisely to test your discerning eye for choosing people!”

The statue raised its hand, drew a blade, and slashed across the void, sending out a giant blade-light that disappeared into the void.

“This blade-light can cut down a mountain.”

Song Yinchen was terrified, and she trembled as she said, “You wouldn’t actually plan to fight him with a move like that, would you?”

The statue’s killing intent soared as it roared, “Your護法 (Dharma Protector) must be a learned person; if his level is too low, this strike will hit him!”

Then it reached out and grabbed into the void—

The cyborg was pulled out.

—After putting on that wooden tag, even the statue here couldn’t distinguish its authenticity.

“Shen Ye, please listen to the question!”

The statue roared.

The cyborg looked at Song Yinchen, then at the large saber in the statue’s hand, and immediately listened attentively.

“A cow stands facing north, turns around on the spot; which way is the cow’s tail facing?” the statue asked.

“South!” Song Yinchen whispered to the cyborg.

“Down.” The cyborg said.

“Correct answer!” The statue.

“…” Song Yinchen.

“When does a clock not walk?” the statue asked again.

“Out of power.” Song Yinchen reminded.

“A clock doesn’t walk to begin with; it has no legs or tires.” The cyborg said.

“Correct answer!” The statue.

“…” Song Yinchen.

“…” The cyborg.

“Brother, you answer yourself; I nearly killed you twice just now.”

Song Yinchen covered her face and retreated, silently sitting aside.

“Recite pi to 100 decimal places.” The statue raised its large saber.

The cyborg’s expression was calm, and it began reciting, reciting over three hundred digits in one breath.

“…” The statue.

“Are there any other tests now?” The cyborg asked.

“That shouldn’t be…” The statue whispered.

“Please don’t talk nonsense; you are disrespecting my intelligence, and I will sue you for slander and PUA.” The cyborg said.

“Next, I will randomly select a question—seventy-eight thousand nine hundred fifty-six multiplied by six thousand two hundred forty-five, you have to answer within—”

“493080220.” The cyborg said.

“…” The statue.

“…Too strong.” Song Yinchen muttered distractedly.

“Go back; you are not needed here.” The statue made a gesture.

The cyborg disappeared with a “shua” sound.

“Those questions were too difficult just now!” Song Yinchen said angrily.

“…You have passed the test, so don’t dwell on it.” The statue said.

It stepped back, returned to the high platform, and became still.

Song Yinchen walked past it, continuing towards the stairs to the next floor.

—Those questions just now were really challenging!

How could Brother Shen Ye answer so quickly?

A few minutes later.

First floor of the temple.

Song Qingyun had waited for a while, but Shen Ye was nowhere to be seen.

She pondered for a moment, her lips curling into a sneer, and muttered to herself in a mocking tone:

“You’re a little clever, but in such a life-and-death situation, you don’t dare to step forward, do you?”

“Humans, after all, cherish their lives.”

“—But do you think you can run?”

Her slender, jade-like hand rose, slowly forming a magical seal.

The spell was cast!

Streaks of light flew out like meteors, continuously, as if imbued with life, disappearing into the darkness, speeding rapidly to search for Shen Ye’s traces.

Only a few seconds passed.

Song Qingyun’s eyes flashed, and she snorted softly:

“Since you’re still alive.”

“She won’t die either.”

“—For the sake of that world-鎮神器 (World- trấn divine artifact), you two might as well die!”

Song Qingyun moved, soaring through the dark sky, and instantly arrived at Shen Ye’s original location.

—Shen Ye had already left.

Standing there now was the combat cyborg clone.

The combat cyborg clone—

Or rather, at this moment, it was Shen Ye, and it frowned slightly:

“I’ve been very tolerant; what else do you want?”

“To kill you, Brother Shen Ye.” Song Qingyun smiled.

“To kill me…”

“Shen Ye” recalled the master’s instructions and nodded, “It seems you are the insolent one.”

Insolent?

Song Qingyun didn’t get angry; instead, she nodded:

“I really shouldn’t have played with you too much.”

“That’s my fault.”

“But you also have a fault—”

She looked at Shen Ye, her eyes for the first time reflecting a watery sheen stirred by a gentle breeze.

“For so many years, you haven’t grown up at all, completely unable to stand alongside me.”

“I was actually saved by such a mediocre person as you…”

“You’d be better off dead.”

She held the red saber horizontally.

On the blade, one vertical pupil after another opened, neatly arranged in a row, nine in total.

Boom—

Overwhelming evil energy erupted from the long saber.

She tilted her head and asked in a curious tone:

“Brother Shen Ye, you’ve never witnessed such advanced power in your life, have you?”

“Are you scared now?”

“Shen Ye” felt the strong fluctuations emanating from the blade and recalled Shen Ye’s words again.

“Once someone acts insolent, beat him hard, understand?”

“Understood, Master—but what if I can’t beat him?”

“Adapt to the situation.”

How to adapt to a situation where one cannot win?

Got it!

“Shen Ye” took a step and charged towards Song Qingyun.

In an instant.

The nine eyes on the red long saber all looked at him simultaneously.

“Shen Ye” couldn’t move.

The long saber pierced his body, severing his head.

She turned to leave, but her steps became slower and slower, finally coming to a halt.

That corpse.

The boy’s corpse was at her feet.

He had saved her back then.

She had always hoped…

He could become a different person, ascend to the heavens, and finally reunite with her.

But he was so mediocre.

Song Qingyun closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and expelled the emotions from her body.

“Hahaha!”

She suddenly burst into a hearty laugh, feeling completely at ease, and declared loudly:

“The past is past after all!”

“—Considering the past affection between us, my slash was very decisive!”

She started walking again, and with one step, she disappeared from the cave.

Zhongzhou City.

Above.

Floating island.

Song Qingyun appeared directly in the gazebo by the lotus pond.

“Father.”

Holding the blood-stained long saber, she bowed to the man sitting in the gazebo.

The man lowered his gaze to the tea leaves floating in his teacup and said,

“The thirty-six noble families affiliated with my Song family have all gathered, awaiting our announcement of that matter. Come with me.”

“No rush, Father.” Song Qingyun smiled, “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I killed my sister.”

The man was slightly startled, his eyeballs flickered in their sockets, and he immediately slammed the table and roared,

“Why! She was just an ordinary person; killing her will bring you a bad reputation!”

Song Qingyun tilted her head and looked at him:

“Didn’t Father also want to kill her?”

“I—how could I want to kill my own child, Qingyun, what are you saying!”

“But I remember it was you, Father, who sent us to the Shen family for the New Year, almost getting us killed back then?”

“I was misled by your stepmother!”

The man’s tone softened: “After I found out, didn’t I punish her severely?”

“An accomplice is certainly detestable, but the real mastermind is you, Father.” Song Qingyun said.

“It wasn’t me!”

“Then why did Mother commit suicide?”

“She had a terrible illness and didn’t want to live anymore! It’s not my fault!”

“No, you killed her.”

Song Qingyun’s eyes sparkled with a smile, and she continued in a casual tone:

“As someone who can manipulate memories, it’s easy to deduce the truth from you.”

“—In recent years, I’ve even learned something only the head of the family knew.”

The long saber was held horizontally.

Nine vertical pupils fixed on the man.

Song Qingyun no longer looked at her father but spoke to herself:

“I know that secret—”

“When only one descendant of the Song family’s bloodline remains, the divine artifact will be forcibly activated to protect her growth and strive to continue the Song family.”

“My sister’s护法 (Dharma Protector) was killed by me; he had her longevity lock on him, so my sister also died.”

“Now, only you are qualified to contend for the divine artifact.”

“—You die too.”