Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 171

“Boss, I have something to ask…”

“What?”

“This isn’t realistic, how can I take down 35 divine remnants?”

“Oh, that’s my reward for you,” said the Chaos Spirit Light.

“You think too highly of me,” Shen Ye sighed.

35 divine remnants vs. me.

My name is Shen Ye, I just transmigrated a few days ago, and I’m 15 this year.

—Thank you!

“Silly child, aren’t you attending the freshmen’s welcome party? You helped Yinchen, so now I’m giving you a hand too,” said the Chaos Spirit Light.

As soon as it finished speaking, the longevity lock on Shen Ye’s hand jingled loudly.

The longevity lock seemed to come alive, quickly unfolding into a huge net of iron chains, flying into the darkness.

After a short while.

Shen Ye only felt the chains on his hand tighten abruptly.

“Giggle giggle!”

A chilling sound came from the darkness.

He turned his head to look—

A huge and terrifying head stretched out from the darkness, appearing a few meters beside him, staring silently at him.

“Don’t be afraid, I’ve caught a remnant.”

The voice of the Chaos Spirit Light sounded from the chains.

Shen Ye looked closely, only to see that the huge head was connected to a body as towering as a mountain—

Indeed, it was a divine remnant!

Dense chains bound it, flickering with subtle light.

Flashes of light entered the remnant.

The voice of the Chaos Spirit Light slowly sounded:

“When the Song family first came to this world, they brought me and thirty-six deities, becoming overlords of the land.”

“Who dared to provoke the Song family back then?”

“The thirty-six deities were held by the thirty-six retainers of the Song family, for them to slay demons, vanquish evil, and eliminate disaster.”

“Who knew that with the passage of time, the Song family would decline to this extent.”

“I painstakingly tried to select a suitable family head, but couldn’t find one until Yinchen appeared.”

“Now…”

“It’s time to retrieve the thirty-six Divine Evil Stars.”

“—Their soul contracts are with me.”

A rapid incantation sounded from the longevity lock, as if millions of people were chanting something together.

In an instant.

The divine remnant disappeared.

However, on the longevity lock, the true names of deities appeared: Tian Gang, Tian Lu, Tian Ma, Tian Guan, Tian Shang… a total of thirty-six Divine Evil Stars corresponding to the four pillars, arranged by heavenly stems and earthly branches.

Among them, the true name “Tian Shang” emitted bursts of brilliant light.

“‘Tian Shang’ has returned, let’s go find the next one.”

Said the Chaos Spirit Light.

“…Just like that?” Shen Ye said.

The current situation gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

It was like—

When playing games before, a max-level expert would take him to dangerous areas to kill monsters and gain experience.

Not only did he gain experience rapidly, but he also got all the benefits along the way for free.

It felt great.

—Having lived two lives, this feeling was still so wonderful.

The voice of the Chaos Spirit Light sounded from the chains:

“I specifically picked this task so you can choose your mentor later. What, you’re not happy?”

“Boss is generous, I couldn’t be happier,” Shen Ye said.

“Hmph, back when I dominated the world, the Tower of Tarot,为了 to win me over, insisted I help select successors and specifically gave me the authority to set tasks—this is my first time using it, you should cherish it, understand?”

“Understood, boss!”

Shen Ye moved, flying towards the next divine remnant.

…

On the other side.

Song Yinchen retreated in mid-air, her face flustered.

Suddenly.

She extended her wrist, revealing fair skin and a section of chain.

—The other end of the longevity lock.

Only two small characters appeared on the chain:

“Tian Shang.”

—The Tian Shang Divine Evil Star had been retrieved.

This meant that the Chaos Spirit Light was taking Shen Ye to collect the Divine Evil Stars underground!

Thirty-six of them.

One less, one collected, thirty-four remaining.

This process wouldn’t be too slow.

This meant—

She had to buy time for Shen Ye!

Song Yinchen turned and lashed out with a whip.

This whip carried unprecedented ferocity and determination, instantly knocking the demonic blade from Song Qingyun’s hand.

Everyone was stunned.

“You!”

Song Qingyun’s expression changed, and she immediately went to pursue the blade.

Miscalculation.

When did she learn such a whip technique?

That move was exquisitely precise, only striking the blade, not herself, so it couldn’t be considered a mutual slaughter.

Everyone looked towards the blade.

—The red blade, having lost its master, fell downwards.

This was the blade that could freeze people, possessing infinite power of evil gods!

What a treasure!

A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe suddenly appeared.

Patriarch Ouyang!

He formed a hand seal, pointing his index fingers at the blade.

“Seal!”

The middle-aged man let out a low bellow.

Behind him, eighteen male and female disciples in Taoist robes appeared together, simultaneously making hand seals and shouting in unison, “Report to Heaven!”

As the words fell.

A pale yellow light flew out, outlining a talisman around the red blade, suppressing it within.

Nine vertical pupils, one after another, slowly closed.

The long blade submerged into the talisman, drifting, and landed in the hand of the middle-aged man.

During this time, the eighteen men and women simultaneously released spells, blocking Song Qingyun.

The middle-aged man turned around and said to Song Yinchen from afar:

“Yinchen, this item is extremely evil. I have exerted all my strength to temporarily seal it. You have no objection, do you?”

“No objection, Uncle Ouyang—please uphold justice for me,” Song Yinchen nodded.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Patriarch Ouyang’s eyes.

Uphold justice?

Song Qingyun, having lost this blade, was like a phoenix with its feathers plucked.

And Song Yinchen was fragile and useless.

I’ll take this blade, and I’ll have both of you sister flowers today—

Pfft.

A soft sound.

The talisman broke, and the demonic blade flew out, piercing his chest.

“Uncle!”

Song Yinchen looked panicked, but there was no emotion in her eyes.

The vertical pupils on the demonic blade opened one by one, freezing the eighteen men and women in Taoist robes around them.

“Die,” Song Qingyun uttered.

The long blade spun, cutting out a sharp blade light hundreds of meters long.

All eighteen of Ouyang’s people were annihilated!

Song Qingyun let out a burst of triumphant laughter high in the sky:

“What, it turns out the Ouyang family doesn’t have any deities following them either. It seems the news was too well-kept, they’re actually finished.”

“And they dare to show their faces? How ridiculous!”

She raised the demonic blade high—

On the other side of the screen, Song Yinchen stood alone in mid-air, looking sad, sobbing softly.

One breath.

Two breaths.

She wiped away her tears, then suddenly picked up the phone hanging on her chest, clicked open a video, and watched intently.

“His method is still the best.”

“Everything just now was recorded.”

She praised as she watched.

From the phone came her earlier hoarse cry of “Sis!”

Immediately after.

It was her voice begging everyone for help.

Song Yinchen watched with great relish.

Everyone was stunned.

Even Song Qingyun was momentarily frozen.

Just now was—

Recording a video?

They were already fighting to this extent, yet she was actually—

Recording a video?

Song Yinchen looked down at the video and muttered to herself:

“Honestly.”

“This is all sister’s fault. If I can revive the Song family later, don’t blame me.”

Her tone was relaxed and innocent, with a hint of subtle joy, as if she was casually saying things like “it’s going to rain” or “have you eaten.”

All traces of pain and fear from before had vanished.

She—

Her expression was serene and indifferent, as if she had become a different person.

So everything just now was really for recording a video?

Yes.

Once this video is released, when Song Yinchen takes charge of the Song family, if anyone accuses her of excessive slaughter and causing chaos in the world—

She just needs to take out this video and say—

That’s my sister.

I’m a victim too.

It’s settled.

But… the video…

Why?!

Who came up with such a thing?!

Who else could it be!

“Idiot!” Song Qingyun chastised.

She became increasingly anxious.

Where did Shen Ye go?

Forget it.

Let’s use that move!

“Sister, this place is now an ‘anomaly’. It’s not a spell under my control, whether it’s you or me, we have to look out for ourselves!”

Song Qingyun gripped the blade with both hands, retreated, and assumed a defensive stance.

Everyone was puzzled.

But the leaders of the various forces at the forefront had already detected a clue, and they shouted in unison:

“Form the array, defend!”

A tense atmosphere arose spontaneously.

The red mists shrouding the edge of Zhongzhou City wriggled.

Something seemed about to happen.

Song Yinchen’s expression was serene, and she looked at the boundless red and black with an appreciative gaze, a faint bright light flashing in her eyes.

A finger-sized insect flew over, and she reached out, gently catching it.

Upon closer inspection, the insect resembled a locust, with huge lidless eyes constantly spinning, staring intently at Song Yinchen, while simultaneously shaking its sharp limbs.

It had three pairs of wings, sharp as blades; six pairs of slender, pointed legs darted back and forth like afterimages.

Its attacks were swift and fast, even the void emitted “whoosh whoosh whoosh” sounds.

However, Song Yinchen’s expression remained unchanged.

Her five fingers moved flexibly, dodging and weaving, finally giving a gentle flick that sent the insect flying, turning it into dust scattered in the darkness.

Looking at her hand again, it was still fair and slender, without the slightest scratch.

“An otherworldly demon? This must be the legendary flesh-eating locust, sister, you really have a way.”

Song Yinchen sighed.

Before her words faded.

From the darkness, a resounding “buzzing” sound erupted.

A giant, seven to eight meter tall flesh-eating locust flew over, its body swaying casually, cutting several professionals along its path into pieces.

“Be careful! These demonic insects can control wind elements and spatial power! Don’t block, only dodge!”

An old man shouted in astonishment and anger.

More flesh-eating locusts appeared.

They emerged from the unknown darkness, rushed to this place, and began to hunt.

Song Qingyun also had to raise the demonic blade high, emitting waves of strange melodies to evade the attacks of these monsters.

—Because there were too many of them.

They were as dense as rain, and wherever they passed, everything vanished.

They came overwhelmingly, hunting in groups, cooperating perfectly, and in just a moment, they killed and wounded large numbers of professionals.

Various spells cast upon them had little effect.

“They are magic-resistant! Use physical attacks!”

Someone shouted.

In the midst of the chaos.

Song Yinchen drew a flaming long whip.

She flew and darted through the void, coming and going, every turn, every movement, precisely dodging the monster’s attacks.

Even without the power of the Chaos Spirit Light—

No attack could hit her.

Yet each of her strikes killed a large number of demonic insects.

Suddenly.

A professional rushed straight at her.

“You killed Patriarch Ouyang!”

The professional roared in anger.

However, Song Yinchen had already swung her long whip, delivering a fierce blow of flames the moment the other party spoke.

The professional was sent flying.

He wanted to rush back, but he didn’t have the chance.

Too many flesh-eating locusts blocked the way.

He had to find a way to survive.

Song Qingyun watched anxiously from mid-air until the professional appeared, was sent flying again, but still failed to achieve any success.

She suddenly came to her senses.

“That’s not right…”

My sister seems to know everything that’s happening around her.

Every time, she attacks in advance, or dodges in advance.

At one moment.

Song Qingyun saw clearly that behind her sister, a faint phantom appeared.

“Mystic Eye!”

Song Qingyun shrieked, her voice filled with deep jealousy:

“Impossible, that’s—”

She couldn’t continue.

—As if she was unwilling to admit that fact.

Song Yinchen, however, heard her voice and looked at her.

“Sister.”

“From a very young age, I knew you monitored me every day.”

“All my maids and guards had their memories altered by you.”

“Everyone around me had a locator on them, and my every move was reported to you.”

Her expression was serene, as if she was talking about something unrelated to herself.

“Unfortunately—”

“You still allowed me to see Shen Ye again.”

“You made a wrong move.”

“You wanted him to kill me, so you brought me to Zhongzhou.”

“Shen Ye didn’t kill me.”

“I also had the opportunity to enter the Hongyin Temple and ultimately received that inheritance.”

As her voice drifted, the phantom gradually solidified, transforming into a rapidly spinning black and white tai chi diagram, forming an eye.

“Mystic Eye: Dragon Swallowing Eye,” Song Qingyun said with a bitter tone.

“It is indeed the Dragon Swallowing Eye. This Mystic Eye has not appeared in a thousand years—it can only be awakened in the Hongyin Temple, and only by awakening it will the Chaos Spirit Light activate its contract with the Song family and fully acknowledge me.”

Song Yinchen casually swung her flaming long whip.

All the flesh-eating locusts attacking her were sent flying, their bodies shattered.

No flesh-eating locust could hit her.

They seemed to be sending themselves up, actively letting her shatter them.

Or perhaps—

Song Yinchen could see all their subsequent actions and launched attacks in advance.

In the void, Song Qingyun fell silent.

After a long while, she murmured:

“In all battles, see the future…”

Why even fight this anymore!

It’s better to go find Shen Ye!

If I kill Shen Ye, I still have a chance!

Let’s destroy him and the entire Zhongzhou City.

That would consume much of my power.

But in the face of the Dragon Swallowing Eye, there is no other way!

Song Qingyun suddenly came to her senses, raising the demonic blade in her hand high.

Buzz—

The long blade emitted a sharp, ceaseless hum.

The flesh-eating locusts immediately dispersed.

“Let’s begin… proceed early…”