Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 173

Let’s rewind time a little.

Overseas Immortal Island.

Penglai.

Center of the island.

There is a large house.

At the entrance of the house.

A man held a tablet computer, eloquently introducing:

“So, after I got the news and videos from Shen Ye, I immediately notified the five aristocratic families and major organizations, and they have already surrounded the area.”

“But on the other side are nine evil gods!”

“So I hope you can make a move, in case this world changes.”

The door was closed.

The man sighed and said softly, “Please help me, this is a big event.”

The sound of game special effects came from inside the door.

The man’s face was full of worry. Out of desperation, he took out a card from his怀.

On the card, there was a strange long sword depicted.

The sword emanated layers of hazy shadows, with a black gem embedded in the hilt, from which starlight occasionally flickered. The blade was semi-transparent, and upon listening carefully, one could hear faint cries coming from within the sword.

The man cleared his throat and said,

“This is a newly unearthed sword from the Sky Kaelan ruins. It hasn’t been verified yet, and its origin is unknown.”

“If you want it, I’ll give it to you.”

Bang!

The door finally opened.

The man breathed a huge sigh of relief and walked into the room with the card in his hand.

The card flew from his hand, turning into the physical long sword with a “snap,” bouncing around on the floor, and finally being grasped by a delicate and beautiful hand.

That hand took the sword, drew it from its scabbard, glanced at it, then returned it to its scabbard and carelessly tossed it onto the sofa.

“Nice sword.”

A lazy female voice sounded.

“Yes, this time I specially prepared a sword of this caliber. Please accept it,” the man bowed respectfully.

Opposite him.

A woman in colorful pants, with her hair casually tied up, was holding a controller, playing a game similar to “Mahjong Solitaire” on a large projection screen.

“You want me to kill evil gods?” the woman asked.

“Yes, there are nine in total, gathering in Mid-Continent City. I don’t know what they’re planning,” the man said.

“Evil gods? It must be interesting for them to come to our world.”

The woman said casually.

She looked to be in her twenties, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, leaning against a large sofa, with over a dozen swords haphazardly piled on it.

The woman had a languid expression, a beautiful face, and her eyes were intently focused on the projection screen. She was controlling the game controller while eating a lollipop.

The man, hearing this, broke out in a sweat and quickly said,

“Evil gods are not interesting at all; the world will be destroyed.”

“How is that possible? There are many strong people in the world. Dealing with a little girl who can modify memories is easy as pie,” the woman said indifferently.

She even tilted her head, showing the man her new earrings.

“I bought these while shopping yesterday, the latest style. Don’t they look good?”

“They look good—nine evil gods! My sister!” the man exclaimed.

“Just evil gods, don’t we have them in this world?”

The woman chuckled and shook her head, “Kunlun, can’t you be more sincere when you praise someone?”

The man quickened his pace, speaking rapidly:

“The world is indeed in peril—”

“That chaotic spiritual light is coldly watching everything.”

“If Song Qingyun truly breaks free and publicly kills Song Yinchen—it’s not impossible, she has nine evil gods helping her!”

“Once Song Yinchen dies, the chaotic spiritual light will definitely leave this world.”

“The world will be dead.”

“Once the chaotic spiritual light leaves, there’s no possibility of the world being mended, and everyone will be doomed!”

Ding!

The woman pressed the pause button on the controller.

She rose from the sofa, put on her cute rabbit slippers, and walked through the living room with an expression of annoyance, then pushed open the balcony door.

“Go.”

She formed a sword gesture with one hand.

Buzz—

A magnificent sword cry erupted in the void, emitting waves of sound.

In the strong wind.

A sword shadow soared into the sky, instantly piercing through the clouds, crossing the boundless sea, and disappearing.

“Done.”

The woman said, then slammed the balcony door shut with a “clunk,” returned to the living room, sat cross-legged on the sofa again, and resumed playing her game.

“…” the man.

“Still not leaving?” the woman didn’t even look at him.

“Is Song Qingyun dead?” the man asked.

“We’ll know soon enough,” the woman said.

“She and the nine evil gods behind her have blinded too many people.”

“Over the years, she has driven the thirty-six aristocratic families to kill hundreds of thousands of innocents. She must die!” the man said.

“Oh,” the woman responded perfunctorily.

“The lingering harm of this matter is boundless. Many powerful figures in various fields have been influenced by Song Qingyun. Once she dies, who knows how much more turmoil will occur,”

The man continued.

The woman stared unblinkingly at the projection screen.

The game reached a critical moment.

The man was about to say something, when suddenly his expression changed.

“It’s done!”

He stood up joyfully and bowed to the woman, “Well then, the matter is complete, so I won’t disturb you anymore.”

He was about to leave, but the woman unexpectedly spoke:

“Kunlun, humans are not black and white. You’re just too emotional. You might as well revert to a completely ruthless artificial intelligence.”

“—Speaking of which, didn’t you once want to destroy humanity and let machines dominate this world?”

The man said seriously:

“Machines can’t deal with evil gods.”

“Oh, you’re quite insightful now, go on.” The woman smiled.

“I will heed your teaching.” The man retreated backward.

He gently closed the door and left the house.

Lively electronic music could be faintly heard from the room.

The game had begun again.

After a while.

The electronic music suddenly stopped.

“Huh?”

The woman’s slightly surprised murmur sounded.

“There’s such a thing?”

“Interesting… It seems I’ll have to go myself…”

On the other side.

On the normal timeline.

The flying sword had departed.

Song Qingyun was dead.

The heroes had dispersed.

Mid-Continent City.

Underground passage.

Yun Ni stood at the end of a passage.

If Shen Ye followed the map she provided, all the way to the marked exit, he would arrive here.

Unfortunately, Shen Ye didn’t come.

In the dark passage, only a lone lamp cast a faint light.

Yun Ni leaned against the wall, gazing upward, seemingly lost in thought.

Soon.

A figure slowly approached from a distance, entering this dead end.

Yun Ni’s lips curled slightly as she spoke:

“I’ve been wondering—if I hadn’t come to your world, what choice would you have made?”

“Might have died,” the figure said concisely.

“I think you would have kept other trump cards,” Yun Ni said.

“If they think they’ve won, then when I completely turn the tables, you’ll be very happy to see their despairing expressions,” the figure said emotionlessly.

Yun Ni nodded with satisfaction.

“I have a servant whose nickname is the Skinner—he’s a passionate artist, and you are a true chess player.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, let’s begin,” the figure said indifferently.

By then, she was close enough to the lamp.

The faint lamplight illuminated her soft face, like a fairy from a dream.

It was Song Qingyun.

However, her figure was somewhat ephemeral, as if a gust of wind could scatter her.

Yun Ni observed her with an appreciative gaze and said,

“You know what you have to pay, right?”

“I know,” Song Qingyun said.

“That’s good.”

Yun Ni placed her hand on the wall.

Suddenly, dense, bizarre runes appeared on the wall, spinning rapidly and forming a teleportation array.

Light emanated from the array.

Something unexpected for everyone was about to begin!

No matter how many arrangements or preparations there were before, only at this moment did everything enter the final battle.

—This was the decisive move!

…

At the same time.

Earth, Xi Rang High School.

Magic Realm.

Barracks courtyard.

It was now around six or seven in the morning.

Shen Ye soaked in the hot spring, slightly relieving the fatigue from a night of busy work.

Song Yinchen became the head of the Song family.

The artifact acknowledged her.

Everyone revolved around her.

In response to this situation, the World Government, the five aristocratic families, the three major high schools, the four major organizations, Kunlun, and the Tower of Tarot simultaneously stepped forward to coordinate all matters.

He and Song Yinchen had no opportunity to communicate again.

The two could only agree to meet again when they had some free time later.

He had originally planned to stay a little longer.

At least he needed Song Yinchen to unlock the longevity lock from his arm.

But there was no chance.

Kunlun made him sign a non-disclosure agreement and then told him to leave.

It wouldn’t let him say anything.

—Of course, everyone could ask Song Yinchen about what happened.

But he always felt Kunlun was a little strange.

After all, having signed that non-disclosure agreement, he couldn’t reveal anything that happened last night to anyone.

Never mind, he’d find Song Yinchen later.

He casually touched the long silver chain on the longevity lock, and his gaze moved downward, seeing the four remaining scarlet vertical lines on his wrist.

The bet with the Lord of the Crying Demon Prison was still on.

In other words—

A sword from the sky had sliced through eight evil god phantoms, but the Lord of the Crying Demon Prison had survived.

“No matter who loses, I will win.”

This guy indeed had some skill.

Shen Ye sighed for a moment, a sense of urgency rising in his heart.

Only four days left.

He was going to duel the Skinner.

Could he win?

The card vibrated.

Xiao Mengyu requested a call.

Shen Ye thought for a moment and accepted the call.

“Song Qingyun is dead, do you know?” Xiao Mengyu’s voice came through.

“I know. I’ll tell you the details later—actually, I can’t be too detailed. Kunlun made me sign a non-disclosure agreement,” Shen Ye said.

“I was rather shocked last night… plus I received a ‘fame’ quest, so I didn’t get to ask you until now,” Xiao Mengyu said.

On the card.

She stood with her sword, drifting on a boat on the cold river.

However, the look in her eyes towards him was filled with a inexplicable killing intent.

How strange.

The person on this card could display the caller’s emotions.

Why did she want to kill him?

Shen Ye felt a little uneasy.

He saw Xiao Mengyu furiously wave her long sword, her beautiful eyes glaring, and she asked:

“But I feel I still need to ask clearly, otherwise I can’t swallow this.”

“Ask me what?” Shen Ye said cautiously.

“What exactly is your relationship with Nangong Sirui?”

The sword was raised.