Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 187

He slowly sat down, leaning his back against the bed, carefully recalling everything that had just happened.

The statue…

That planet said to bring the statue back.

What statue?

Why does it think I’ll bring the statue back?

Or rather—

Who does it think I am?

Shen Ye got up, sat down at the desk, took out a blank sheet of paper, and wrote a line of text:

“World-linking ability.”

He drew an arrow to the right of this line of text, and before the arrow, he wrote another line:

“Strange Planet.”

Yes.

As a true disciple of the Hun Tian Sect, when he received the title of “True Immortal,” he should have undergone an advancement—

Where the法界 (Dharma Realm) stimulates talents and abilities, surpassing the critical point, elevating to a higher dimensional ability.

But he had linked to that strange planet!

Why!

Shen Ye was silent for a few breaths, then drew an arrow to the left of the words “World-linking ability.”

After a slight pause.

He wrote a line of text before the arrow:

“The Cursed Statue of the King of Ten Thousand Fallen Evil Spirits.”

So three terms appeared on the paper:

“The Cursed Statue of the King of Ten Thousand Fallen Evil Spirits,” “World-linking ability,” “Strange Planet.”

From left to right, this was the correct order.

The cursed statue gave him the “door” ability;

Because of the “door” ability—

He linked to the strange planet during his advancement.

The logic was incredibly simple and clear.

So—

The statue mentioned by that voice must be the Cursed Statue of the King of Ten Thousand Fallen Evil Spirits!

But the statue was destroyed!

Does the human face on the planet not know this?

Shen Ye’s gaze drifted into the void.

Those faint words still appeared before his eyes:

“…about to…achieve True Immortal.”

“…will acquire a red (mythical) tag.”

“…making the ‘door’ ability achieve a breakthrough advancement.”

The degree of improvement was quite significant.

Unfortunately—

It required three minutes.

Before the magnificent and vast “human face” of the planet, if he hadn’t retreated, he would have died on the spot.

—He simply couldn’t have lasted three minutes.

It also seemed that because he could retreat at any time, he didn’t trigger the “boy who lived” condition.

Because he could control the situation and escape danger at any time!

The current problem is—

As soon as all his attributes reached 20 points, he would inevitably be taken before that strange planet again.

—He couldn’t go there again!

But if he didn’t go, how could he continue to break through and improve his strength?

Was he to forever maintain all attributes below 20 points?

…Was the path to improving his strength blocked?

Suddenly.

The faint light in the darkness gathered, forming words:

“Attention!”

“This is the second time you’ve let a red (mythical) tag slip away.”

“Current special event activated:”

“If you still let a red tag slip away next time, you can acquire the special honorary tag of ‘the man who narrowly missed mythology three times in a row.'”

“This honorary tag will trigger powerful resonance, maximizing the activation of your ‘door’ ability, thereby creating a possibility of comeback.”

“You only have one chance to obtain this hidden opportunity.”

“Please proceed with caution.”

Shen Ye: “…”

It can be like this?

The first time he missed a red tag was in Middle State City.

Hey!

That’s not right!

The “Tool Man” was an incidental fate-type tag, it just appeared and then disappeared, impossible to keep!

Does that count?

However, Shen Ye thought again—

When he first acquired the two “Our Own Kind” tags, such a special event also occurred.

Later, he went through countless hardships, finally gathered three “Our Own Kind,” completed the special event, and acquired the “Fluidity of Time.”

—So the “door” ability prefers to gather three identical things?

From the results, the reward was quite good.

Or…

Should he try again?

Shen Ye couldn’t help but murmur:

“Activate the ‘door’ ability…comeback?”

The thought of the Lord of the Weeping Demon Hell made him clench his fists.

Unconvinced!

Truly unconvinced.

—Then let’s do it!

He wiped his face with his hand, took a few deep breaths, and composed himself.

From what just happened—

As long as he held out until the faint light appeared, it proved that the entire event had entered the tag acquisition phase.

So, let’s do it again!

But before that—

One thing needed to be confirmed.

Shen Ye walked to the bed, sat down, and gently closed his eyes.

In a moment.

A dim, cold wind emanated from him, silently.

—Dark Whispers activated.

Shen Ye gathered his thoughts for a moment, then quietly asked:

“Shen Ye, are you there?”

Silence all around.

In the room, only his voice could be heard.

After he finished speaking, he began a long wait.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

To be fair, his previous self was already dead. If he used “Dark Whispers” to call him—

His soul should appear and answer his questions.

Time slowly passed.

No response.

Shen Ye, however, gradually showed a look of recollection.

Back then—

When he first awakened the door ability, that voice said—

“This is ‘The Cursed Statue of the King of Ten Thousand Fallen Evil Spirits’.”

“…It can open an alien space, taking away others’ lives and souls to enhance its own power.”

So the original Shen Ye no longer existed.

His life and soul had been devoured by that statue, leaving nothing behind.

How many people had met such a fate?

That voice said—

“Such things have happened millions of times, without error.”

Millions of times.

Could that be an exaggeration?

If so many people had truly died because of the statue, it would have caused a sensation long ago!

Wait—

Shen Ye suddenly remembered someone.

Song Qingyun.

At the last moment, when Yun Ni ate her, she was extremely fast, giving him no time to react.

At the time, he only thought it was the price Song Qingyun paid for participating in the gamble.

Now, reconsidering—

He couldn’t help but feel that Yun Ni seemed a little too eager.

Shen Ye took out his phone and dialed a number.

“Beep… beep…”

“Brother Shen Ye!” Song Yinchen’s voice came through the receiver.

“I have something I want to ask you,” Shen Ye said.

“You speak.”

“Before your sister died… did she kill many people?”

“Yes, our Song family is supported by thirty-six aristocratic families, and each of those families has its own cities, counties, towns, and villages under their jurisdiction. My sister controlled those thirty-six families for years and killed countless people.”

“Kunlun is slowly checking the relevant data with me.”

Shen Ye couldn’t help but ask, “Why did she do this?”

“Summoning evil gods—that’s our initial assessment, but we’re still looking for her true motive,” Song Yinchen said.

Shen Ye suddenly realized something and pressed on:

“What did she use to summon evil gods?”

“I’ve seen that thing—it’s a metal statue, depicting a one-horned ghost,” Song Yinchen said.

Shen Ye’s heart tightened abruptly, his breath hitched, and his ears buzzed.

“You’ve seen it?” he immediately asked.

“Yes, back then when Sister killed her wet nurse, she specifically brought it out once.”

Song Yinchen’s voice carried a hint of recollection:

“I was hiding in the woods at the time and witnessed the entire process.”

“She even proudly said that it was a treasure bestowed from outside this world, and the more she killed, the stronger she would become.”

“She even said that?” Shen Ye was surprised.

“Anyway, at that time, she controlled the memories of everyone in the Song family, so who could deal with her?” Song Yinchen sighed.

“What happened afterward? The statue?” Shen Ye asked.

Song Yinchen’s voice was a little dejected:

“After my sister died, I went to look for it, but found that the statue was gone.”

“Perhaps it’s in the hands of the last demon god.”

“Understood, thank you very much,” Shen Ye said.

“No problem, just call me anytime—I might go to Xirang later, see you then.”

“Okay.”

The call ended.

The truth—

Elusive.

Did Song Qingyun also have a statue?

Or rather, was it in the hands of the eight evil gods she belonged to?

Over long years, those extraterrestrial evil gods lay hidden, using this statue to kill countless humans.

Until the Lord of the Weeping Demon Hell arrived in this world—

As the ninth evil god, she was very surprised when she saw his “door” ability.

—She also didn’t know that the statue would eventually form a world-linking ability!

In short—

The statue was transferred to the Lord of the Weeping Demon Hell, who used The Skinner as an enforcer to kill countless people in this world. When it was finally time to gather power—

It met failure in Shen Ye.

All power returned to him.

The door ability was born.

The door—

Perhaps this ability was exactly what the Lord of the Weeping Demon Hell needed.

It craved this ability immensely!

Shen Ye closed his eyes and continued to recall, trying to find useful information from his memories.

When he was in Middle State City—

The Lord of the Weeping Demon Hell feared that he would die suddenly, causing the “door” ability to disappear, so she specially appeared and gave him a map.

She couldn’t bear to see him die at Song Qingyun’s hands!

She also said:

“You are now like a newcomer who just created a character, ready to make a big splash.”

“Unfortunately, you don’t know that others have been operating in the game for hundreds of years, and it’s time for the endgame.”

Yes.

This was the answer.

From another perspective, the mythical tag “Tool Man” at that time also hinted at the whole story.

“This tag is… a concrete evaluation distilled from thousands of years of the bloody history of human survival…”

Shen Ye shook his head self-deprecatingly.

If he had transmigrated before all this happened, he could have calmly improved his strength, with enemies gradually appearing from the weak until he became strong, only then facing powerful enemies—

How wonderful that would have been.

Unfortunately, such pre-arranged plots only appear in novels.

The reality was—

The other party had completed their layout over vast ages, doing many unknown things.

By Song Qingyun’s time, countless people had their memories altered, covertly or overtly cooperating with her, so that the deaths of tens of thousands of people could be attributed to “calamities” and natural disasters.

They had already done it perfectly.

Perhaps…

There was more than one statue.

What was the truth?

What exactly did these evil gods want to do?

No…

There was too little information; the truth could not be known yet.