Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 165

Knife.

Dancing lightly.

On the floating island, flutes and pipes resounded in waves, the wind was gentle and beautiful, and the bright moon hung empty.

Amidst the magnificent music, the knife landed on the man’s neck.

“Wait a moment!”

The man was unable to move a single inch, but he showed no panic, merely saying calmly:

“Why such haste? Patricide and assassinating the family head are against the rules and would greatly harm your reputation.”

“Child, wait a little longer—after I pass on the position of family head to you, I will commit suicide!”

“This is my truest ‘love’, a father’s last request to his child.”

Song Qingyun’s expression was originally calm, her eyes unmoving, but upon hearing these words, she suddenly burst into an uncontrollable, sharp laughter.

“Hahahaha, your words are too ridiculous.”

She held the knife, her expression composed, her gaze unfocused, lost in memories of the past.

For a long while.

Her tone turned cold:

“Do you also deserve to speak of ‘love’?”

“Not just you, but the entire human race, is not fit to be the vessel of ‘love’.”

“—The human heart is too fickle, human emotions come and go, without fixed timing, they are the most trivial and void things in the world.”

She took a step forward, standing before the man.

The long knife.

—Slowly raised again.

“Why are you crying, Father? You are the head of the Song family, commanding thirty-six prestigious families, a truly important figure. Are your tears those of regret?”

“Excellent,” the man said.

The knife stopped.

“What do you mean?” Song Qingyun asked.

“You are excellent, the Song family… should indeed be handed over to you.”

The man murmured in a low voice, then suddenly looked up, his speech rapidly becoming quick and decisive—

“Qingyun, you are the true head of a prestigious family, ruthless, decisive in killing, untethered by family affection.”

“—Unlike a foolish person like me who backs out at the last minute.”

His voice grew louder and more excited:

“Never mind, you are right. As long as you kill me, then you will be the only one left in the Song family, which will awaken the divine artifact once again. It must fully assist you.”

“This is what I yearned for but couldn’t achieve.”

“—The Song family will rise again, restoring the glory of the sixth great prestigious family!”

Song Qingyun listened quietly, her expression suddenly softening.

“Father.”

“The Song family and the thirty-six families dependent on it are merely my slaves. After I’ve used them, I will offer them all to the evil gods.”

“I have already promised them.”

The man seemed to be struck hard by something, the fanaticism on his face vanished completely, and he shouted:

“Why such a thing!”

Song Qingyun’s face was devoid of expression, and she said calmly:

“That year, you feared public condemnation and hesitated to act personally, subtly hinting for my stepmother to plot in secret. That gave me time to awaken my talent, which then shook the world, forcing you to give up your intentions.”

“Later, when I reviewed everything, I kept thinking about this.”

“Thinking as the head of a family entails too many burdens, entangled by various trivial matters, making one hesitant and indecisive;”

“Even for something as important as acquiring a divine artifact, you couldn’t make up your mind and ultimately gave up halfway.”

“This changed your image in my heart.”

“Father, I think you are a—”

She paused, then uttered those two words with a gentle expression:

“Waste.”

At this point, she seemed a little disheartened.

“Whether a waste dies or not doesn’t really matter.”

“But to further gain the trust of the gods and use their power to become stronger, I must first kill the waste.”

The murderous intent on the knife intensified a bit.

The man’s face changed, and he shouted:

“Patricide is a heinous crime! If you commit it, the people of the world will never acknowledge your authority!”

“The people of the world? They are all going to die.”

Song Qingyun said calmly, “I have a covenant with the gods. First, kill you, then unite the thirty-six families, randomly selecting one hundred thousand people from their territories to sacrifice to them. Then I can obtain their full support, transform into a stronger demigod, and bid farewell to my mortal body.”

“This is very simple. Thirty-six families acting together can conceal it with a large natural disaster.”

“You’re insane! Damn it! You’re not fit to be the master of the Song family!” the man roared.

He tried to struggle, but he was fixated by the nine vertical pupils on the blade, unable to move a single inch.

Song Qingyun smiled slightly.

“It’s too late.”

The knife was raised again, until it was above her head.

A gurgling sound came from the man’s throat, his face was blood-red, and he trembled uncontrollably.

But he could not break the spell of the nine evil gods.

At this moment.

Facing the end of death, a very distant scene slowly awakened from the depths of his memory.

It was a summer that year.

He was accompanying Song Qingyun while she tested a knife, but he suddenly felt dizzy, almost fainting.

However, at the edge of that unconsciousness, a warm force pulled him back, restoring his consciousness.

At that time…

Song Yinchen, Song Qingyun’s sister, stood not far away, looking at him with concern.

“Get out, this is your sister’s training ground!”

He shouted loudly at the time.

But neither of the sisters looked at him.

They were looking at each other.

“Meddlesome,” said Song Qingyun.

“As long as I live,” said Song Yinchen.

He didn’t understand then.

It was quite ridiculous.

At this last moment of his long life, he suddenly understood something.

“Yinchen…”

The man murmured, his mouth full of bitterness.

Song Qingyun was stunned, then suddenly burst into laughter.

“Even a waste has moments of clarity?”

“That’s right, my sister has the talent to activate memories, which can break my power.”

“Luckily, you didn’t trust her.”

“Father, you are too snobbish. You completely cherished me in your palm, while she was discarded by you like dirt.”

“—You completely fail to see true emotions.”

The man trembled even more violently.

Blood flowed from his eyes, he gnashed his teeth deeply, his face filled with despair.

The long knife did not strike down.

She admired the man’s expression, slowly retracted the knife, and said softly:

“Thank you for treating her this way; only then could I accomplish all of this.”

The long knife gently delivered a thrust, piercing the man’s chest.

Blood.

Scattered.

“If I don’t sever your head, it will take about tens of seconds for you to fully die.”

“This last moment of lingering is for you to reflect on your life—let endless regret and pain consume you.”

“Father.”

“This is my last filial piety as a daughter to you.”

Song Qingyun slowly withdrew her knife.

Behind her, the nine-headed giant serpents all fixed their gaze on her, reciting an obscure incantation.

Song Qingyun stood with her eyes closed, her clothes fluttering without wind.

Boom—

An invisible force transformed into a strong wind, sweeping around.

“Such powerful strength… I should have killed you sooner, Father.”

Song Qingyun appeared even more radiant.

The evil gods had granted her strength as agreed.

The Song family…

Only she remained.

She would soon become the holder of the last world-鎮世神器的ew神器!

She turned and walked through the corridor, heading towards the main hall.

Behind her—

A ball of flame suddenly erupted from the corpse in the small pavilion, crackling as it burned.

Despite this, the corpse remained unwilling, still struggling and emitting a mournful wail.

This sound made Song Qingyun even more pleased.

She passed through several doors, stretched out her hand to push aside layers of curtains, and arrived under the brilliant lights.

The thirty-six prestigious families were all gathered.

Everyone looked at her.

Confusion, apprehension, scrutiny, admiration, submission—all kinds of expressions were present.

Song Qingyun slightly raised her hand and placed it on the hilt of her sword.

The long sword remained still.

Nine one-eyed, vertical-pupiled giant serpents emerged in the void, releasing majestic fluctuations that fell uniformly upon Song Qingyun.

With this blessing, she then spoke:

“Three days ago, the Song family held a grand succession ceremony for the family head. Song Qingyun became the family head. As for her father, due to his previous actions, he felt unable to lead the family forward and went into seclusion to recuperate at the old residence, leaving the Song family’s center of power.”

“Oh, and… Song Yinchen has also died of illness.”

After she finished speaking, she sat down in the main seat of the Song family head.

Everyone’s expressions became blank.

Their memories had been tampered with, and they were slowly processing the new information.

Song Qingyun, however, was playing with the wine glass on the table, her gaze passing through the crowd, looking at those blank faces one by one.

Commanding the thirty-six families.

It wasn’t that meaningful, actually.

She could have done this long ago.

Today, she simply stepped into the open, proclaiming her new identity to the world.

As the head of the Song family, she had the power to do one thing—

“Everyone.”

She spoke loudly, “I am about to gain the recognition of the World-鎮世神器. I demand that you unite, rally around me, and together break free from the jurisdiction of the world government to establish a new independent nation!”

Everyone grew excited.

This endeavor had been underway for a long time.

However, three generations of the Song family had failed to gain the recognition of the World-鎮世神器.

“Have you truly gained recognition?”

A family head asked.

Song Qingyun said, “Yes, the phenomenon of the World-鎮世神器 will appear soon. It will protect me and prevent any Heavenly King-level experts from obstructing our endeavor.”

“Our nation shall be named Song.”

“I shall establish nine deities as the national gods, and everyone must praise and submit to them.”

“No one can interfere with our affairs!”

As the words fell.

A suffocating gasp echoed from deep within Central State City.

The sound was so immense and grand that everyone on the floating island heard it clearly.

“It’s the World-鎮世神器!”

Everyone cheered.

Song Qingyun also showed a faint smile.

If that divine artifact were in her hand, even if all the experts of this world were to mobilize, they would not dare to touch her in the slightest.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t recognize me.

This is fate.

But I have changed fate.

“Come, our Song family’s ancestral artifact… no one deserves you but me.”

Song Qingyun’s voice echoed far and wide.

Suddenly.

A long male voice echoed from outside:

“The Human Martial Arts Group, the Hunter Equipment Research Institute, the Immortal Technology Alliance, and the five great aristocratic families have come together to pay their respects!”

Song Qingyun sensed the movement beneath the ground, the smile at the corner of her mouth gradually widening, and she said clearly:

“Please wait a moment. After I communicate with the World-鎮世神器, I will come to greet you.”

A murmur of discussion arose outside.

But they dared not move further.

The situation was temporarily maintained.

Song Qingyun reached out her hand and beckoned into the void.

“Come!”

In the grand hall, a gentle breeze wafted.

After waiting for several breaths, the crowd found that nothing happened.

Song Qingyun’s expression remained unchanged, as if she had expected it.

She sat on the high throne, poured herself a cup of wine, and took a small sip.

“It seems it still needs a little time. It will only acknowledge me after confirming the situation.”

As she spoke, she drew out the long knife, and the nine vertical pupils on its blade opened their eyes again.

Thus, everyone in the hall fell silent.

People stood like puppets, without movement, without sound, without expression.

Dead silence.