Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 293

Mogakou quickly put Baxter’s matter out of his mind.

—Actually, it’s understandable.

He’s a young man, after all.

Having returned to the human world with the help of the disaster fluid, wouldn’t he immediately look for something exciting to do?

When he was his age, he was even crazier than him.

—I just hope he doesn’t forget his mission.

Only then would he have a reason to promote him.

Mogakou pondered for a while.

What was most unexpected was the mutual destruction.

What era is this? If you can’t beat them, run away.

Why resort to mutual destruction!

He shook his head, deciding not to meet those avengers from the Death Planet for the entire next day.

So what should he do?

He’d go look for Jiuxiang, who was already on the verge of being devoured by desire.

Mogakou stepped into the void, leaving the world of Five Desires.

At the same time.

At the bottom of hell.

Penetrating this terrifying dark abyss, continuing to delve deeper.

Until it entered eternal nothingness.

Crossing this nothingness, continuing to delve deeper.

Always deeper.

Until the vast, boundless black earth was seen.

On the earth, there were dilapidated palaces and pavilions everywhere, towering green soul-burning flames, and mountains of corpses.

—The eternal prison of soul refinement.

Purgatory.

In the depths of this purgatory.

On the unreachable sea of dead soul fires, a decaying ship was slowly sailing.

Several young vampires squatted on the deck.

To be honest.

Even at this moment, they were still in a state of confusion.

Thump.

The heavy cabin door was kicked open.

A drunken zombie walked out, looked at a roster, and asked:

“Are you the Baxters of the Undead Empire?”

The vampires had their hands tied and mouths sealed, so they could only nod their heads vigorously.

The zombie extended a finger and tapped a few times in the air.

The vampires were immediately untied.

They stood up one after another, stretching their sore wrists and legs, their expressions bewildered.

“Who are you? I recall dying already, is this hell?” one of the Baxters asked.

“No, the place we were in before was hell; this should be an even more terrifying place,” another Baxter said in a deep voice.

Just as they were in a state of trepidation, the zombie’s voice cut through theirs:

“No need to worry—let’s see, Lord Underworld Lord said to take good care of you, after all, you didn’t commit any major wrongdoing.”

“Come with me, lads, throughout purgatory, only the sea lacks suffering.”

The zombie moved aside, allowing the Baxters to see what was inside the cabin.

—The cabin was empty, with only a broken table and a few bottles of water.

If one looked closely, there was a game of Ludo on the table.

“Where are we going?”

The leader of the Baxter brothers asked.

The zombie said, “Nowhere in particular. You died and accidentally ended up here. You’ll just stay here, unharmed by anyone or anything, until your business is concluded. Isn’t that good enough?”

The Baxters were about to speak, but then they saw a giant sea serpent, radiating dark flames all over its body, suddenly rise from the vast sea.

The sea serpent was hundreds of miles long, spanning heaven and earth, soaring straight up, its destination unknown.

“…” The Baxters.

This, this dangerous?

“I’m telling you, this is one of the best places in Purgatory. Why don’t you come inside the cabin, drink some water, and play some cards?” the zombie asked.

“Okay, okay!”

The Baxters rushed into the cabin.

The zombie smiled contentedly and called out towards the cockpit:

“Keep going!”

The large ship slowly began to pick up speed.

If one looked from outside the ship, they would see large characters carved on the bow:

“HMS Gentle Haven.”

—This ship was called Gentle Haven!

On the other side.

The main world.

The Song family.

Rear garden pavilion.

Snap.

Song Yinchen knocked Shen Ye out again.

All around was silent.

Nothing noteworthy happened.

Except for Shen Ye himself.

Shen Ye’s ring subtly moved.

A large skull jumped out, glanced at Song Yinchen, and then silently guarded Shen Ye.

Song Yinchen was originally reading a martial arts manual, and couldn’t help but speak at this moment:

“…Hey, why are you, a skull, more bashful than a girl?”

“I don’t know what to talk to you about,” Big Skeleton said.

“Tell me what’s wrong with him,” Song Yinchen said.

“Can’t say, it’s a secret,” Big Skeleton said.

“Hmph, I don’t need you to tell me, I know he’s definitely avoiding enemies—don’t worry, I’ll protect him with all my strength,” Song Yinchen said.

“Still underage… yet so boastful,” Big Skeleton said.

Song Yinchen was displeased.

She couldn’t be bothered to talk to this foolish ghost and buried her head back in her book.

Beep beep beep!

The phone vibrated.

Song Yinchen didn’t move.

Beep beep beep beep beep—

The phone kept vibrating.

Song Yinchen glanced over and saw that Shen Ye, who was sprawled on the soft couch, had actually shifted!

—This vibration is just too much.

Oh, right.

Brother Shen Ye likes to hide his phone.

Maybe he has too many hidden ones?

Anyway, lying down and constantly vibrating is not good for health.

Help him out.

Song Yinchen put down her book, stood up, and walked over to Shen Ye.

“What are you doing?”

Big Skeleton asked.

Song Yinchen, already thin-skinned, immediately bristled at the shout:

“None of your business! I’m going to get his phone now, and you standing there is affecting my operation, understand?”

She bravely turned Shen Ye over and began collecting the phones.

Oh my good heavens.

His whole body was vibrating!

Why would he have so many phones?

Is Brother Shen Ye constantly preparing for battle?

No, for his health—

Song Yinchen was incredibly quick, and soon had most of the phones gathered.

“Hey!” Big Skeleton suddenly called out.

Song Yinchen screamed in response, and her hand shook, causing the phone she had just pulled out to slip and fall to the ground.

“Why are you scaring me!” Song Yinchen said angrily.

“No, I just wanted to tell you that I understand what you mean.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was my fault. When you and Shen Ye are alone, I shouldn’t appear.”

“Hmph, good that you know.”

Song Yinchen waited for a moment.

Big Skeleton remained still.

“Hey, didn’t you say you shouldn’t have appeared?” Song Yinchen asked curiously.

“Yes, I apologize to you,” Big Skeleton said.

“And then?” Song Yinchen asked.

“And then from there?” Big Skeleton asked back, bewildered.

“…” Song Yinchen.

“Oh, I understand. I promise I won’t come out next time you two are alone,” Big Skeleton said.

“So, should I thank you for that?” Song Yinchen said, laughing in exasperation.

“No need, no need—I don’t understand you Humans very well, please be understanding,” Big Skeleton said, bowing to her.

Song Yinchen turned away sulkily, continuing to collect Shen Ye’s phone.

But Shen Ye’s phone vibrated again.

A name appeared on it:

“Xiao Mengyu.”

This name sounds quite nice.

Seems to be his classmate, a girl.

Why is she calling?

No.

His call, I cannot answer.

Song Yinchen put down the phone.

But the phone kept ringing persistently.

“Hey, skull,” Song Yinchen called out.

“What?” Big Skeleton asked.

“How did you greet me just now?” Song Yinchen asked expectantly.

Greet?

Big Skeleton recalled briefly, then shouted, “Hey!”

“Ah!” Song Yinchen seemed startled, accidentally pressing the answer button.

The call connected.

“It’s all your fault—why did you scare me!” Song Yinchen glared at Big Skeleton angrily.

“…” Big Skeleton felt utterly bewildered.

“Oh, shoot, the call’s already started. Who is this? Hello? Hi,” Song Yinchen picked up the phone.

“Who are you?” Xiao Mengyu’s cold voice came from the receiver.

“I’m Brother Shen Ye’s friend, and who are you?” Song Yinchen said unhurriedly.

“I’m Xiao Mengyu. My name should be on the call screen. Where’s Shen Ye? Let him answer the phone.”

So demanding…

Who do you think you are?

Song Yinchen pouted her small mouth and said unhappily:

“He’s asleep, right beside me.”

The other side was silent for a second.

Xiao Mengyu’s calm voice sounded again:

“Please wake him up. I have a very important matter about his teacher’s life and death, and only he can make the decision.”

Song Yinchen was stunned.

Oh no.

This was serious business.

“But he had instructed,” she also straightened her expression and explained seriously, “that he might be in some danger right now, and I must keep him unconscious.”

From the receiver, Xiao Mengyu’s voice became playful instead:

“Oh, so that’s how he’s sleeping beside you. I was wondering, Shen Ye doesn’t seem like that kind of person.”

“You’re trying to trick me,” Song Yinchen said coldly.

“Just kidding—can you say your name now? Or are you just a bar girl with only a stage name, no real name you dare to say?” Xiao Mengyu said with a laugh.

Song Yinchen’s aura completely changed.

Big Skeleton inexplicably felt a bit cold, instinctively backed away, and leaned against the pavilion pillar.

“I am Song Yinchen, right here in the back garden pavilion of the Song family mansion in Jiangnan Prefecture. Sister Xiao, do you dare to come and meet me?”

“Okay, I’ll be there soon.”

“I await your arrival,” Song Yinchen waved her hand, dispelled the magic around the pavilion, and instructed:

“No need for such tight precautions, open the gate to welcome guests.”

Outside the pavilion, a maid asked worriedly, “Miss, what if there’s danger—”

“It’s fine,” Song Yinchen said coldly.

After waiting for a few breaths.

A sword light broke through the air, flying straight into the Song family mansion, and landing directly in the pavilion in the back garden.

The sword light dispersed.

A maiden with exquisite features appeared.

Xiao Mengyu.

She was dressed in a simple student uniform, with two long swords hanging at her waist. She first glanced at Shen Ye, then shifted her gaze to Song Yinchen’s face.

Dead silence.

Big Skeleton felt a series of crises in his heart and suddenly cried out.

“Ha, I know!”

Both girls looked at it.

It excitedly told Song Yinchen, “I really shouldn’t have appeared just now, and actually, after I made this mistake, if I wanted to make amends, I could have left immediately.”

“—That way, I wouldn’t have bothered you and Shen Ye’s good times.”

“Am I right?”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

A chilling wind swept through the pavilion.

The temperature dropped a few more degrees.

Even Shen Ye was awakened by the cold, groggily sat up, and mumbled, “Such heavy killing intent…咦? Mengyu? 咦? Yinchen, Oh, it’s a dream.”

Without hesitation, he swung his hand, giving himself a sharp “smack” to the neck, falling back down and into unconsciousness.

“What’s wrong with Shen Ye? Tell me the truth.”

Xiao Mengyu asked with a frown.

“How haven’t I told you the truth? I already made it clear on the phone just now, yet you broke into my house and are still pressing me for answers. Do you really think you’re important? Furthermore—”

“Shen Ye is here with me because he asked to be, what business is it of yours!” Song Yinchen sneered.

Xiao Mengyu lowered her head and said, “It’s a pity my sword has no eyes. If I were to strike, and it harmed your face, it wouldn’t look good.”

“Interesting… Do you really think you can hurt me in the slightest?” Song Yinchen’s magic power surged, and even the depths of the sky echoed with it.

Xiao Mengyu finally changed color, pressing her hand on the divine sword Luoshui, her beautiful eyes emitting a chilling killing intent:

“Is that the Song family matriarch? Your spiritual power is indeed incredibly strong, but if we were to truly fight… I’ve just received my inheritance, why don’t we sign a death duel contract?”

“Sign if you want,” Song Yinchen said.

“Stop!” A voice rang out.

The two women paused and looked over together.

They saw an illusory jumbled palace rise from where Shen Ye lay.

Fa Xiang!

His Fa Xiang automatically opened!

A petite skeleton sat on the palace wall, stroking a snow-white rabbit in its hand, looking down at the two of them, and spoke:

“Shen Ye is at a critical moment right now, don’t mess around.”

“What exactly happened to him?” Xiao Mengyu asked urgently.

“The truth cannot be revealed. You only need to know that once he makes a move, the enemy will immediately sense it.”

“Enemies from the eighth stage of the Dharma Realm will come and kill everyone here,” the skeleton said.

“Are you—a deity of the eighth stage of the Dharma Realm?” Song Yinchen stared at the Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa, almost unable to tear her eyes away.

At her reminder, Xiao Mengyu also noticed.

The two looked at each other, then worried.

Xiao Mengyu had received profound dharma realm knowledge from a young age and knew at a glance that there was a hidden danger.

Song Yinchen, after thinking about it, also felt something was amiss.

—According to the normal cultivation sequence, one would need at least the sixth level of the Dharma Realm to interact with deities.

Shen Ye…

It’s too early.

Will something happen?

Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa, as a deity who had lived for countless years, knew what they were thinking as soon as she saw their expressions.

Damn it.

I really want Shen Ye to explain it to his girls himself.

I don’t have time to play with you all.

But the crux of this matter lies here—

Although it was known that the “prophetic poem of death” was written through the degree of threat, and defenses were made in advance, even using the alias “Baxter,” and even throwing the real “Baxter” into purgatory—

But no one dared to guarantee it.

What if that prophecy could penetrate the alias and directly display Shen Ye’s threat before Mogakou, then Mogakou would surely be enraged.

And Mogakou is at the peak of the eighth stage of the Dharma Realm.

Not only has he mastered powers like “Fa Xiang Transformation,” but more importantly, at his peak realm, he can control an entire planet!

I’m only at the early stage of the eighth stage of the Dharma Realm.

Can’t beat him!

Once exposed, Shen Ye’s entire plan would be ruined.

Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa took a deep breath, reining in her temper, and said softly:

“You are not mistaken, I have indeed signed a contract with Shen Ye and will fight for him in many instances.”

“But he doesn’t have to provide me with any power.”

“I can guarantee that.”

The two girls listened.

But they didn’t believe it.

Could such a good thing exist in the world?

“Since that’s the case, I’ll wait here until he wakes up and ascertain the truth before saying anything else.”

After Xiao Mengyu finished speaking, she walked to one side and meditated with her eyes closed.

Song Yinchen was tempted to drive her away, then remembered her earlier words, but upon seeing the Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa in the Fa Xiang, all her intentions immediately vanished.

With such a deity lurking nearby.

What’s the point of fighting?

What if she harbored ill intentions towards Shen Ye, and her own power was used for something else…

Forget it.

Wait until Shen Ye wakes up!

Song Yinchen also quieted down.

She sat back down, picked up her book, and slowly turned the pages.

…

Time flew by.

This day.

As the prophecy described.

Everything came to a standstill.

Xu Xingke had been killing in the Five Desires World for a while, gradually losing his will to fight, and even feeling a bit bored.

—The instigator didn’t show up, and there were no decent masters.

What’s the point of fighting?

He gathered his team members, and they sat together to rest, eat, and discuss what to do next.

Death Planet.

Song family.

On the pavilion.

Shen Ye remained unconscious.

Song Yinchen sat on Shen Ye’s left, meditating cross-legged.

Xiao Mengyu stood on Shen Ye’s right, meditating with her eyes closed, comprehending the sword.

The day was incredibly long.

And yet it was so short.

Suddenly—

Beep beep beep!

The phone rang.

—It’s an alarm!

Ten more minutes, and a whole day would have passed.

Both girls looked forward, turning their heads to Shen Ye.

Shen Ye suddenly opened his eyes.

“Did you wake me up?” he whispered.

“Yes, the enemy is coming—moving very fast,” Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa responded.

“Lord Underworld God, what will the prophetic poem say?” Shen Ye asked.

“You’ve never been a threat, so it probably won’t say anything, or even mention you at all,” Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa said thoughtfully.

At this moment, she could no longer care about anything else, and quickly said to the two girls:

“If we can’t bluff our way through this later, Shen Ye will die, and so will you.”

“Remember that.”

After speaking, she and Shen Ye’s Fa Xiang disappeared into the void, vanishing.

“Look natural, ladies—this is very important,” Shen Ye said.

Song Yinchen and Xiao Mengyu looked at each other.

Xiao Mengyu suddenly struck Song Yinchen with her sword, yelling:

“How dare you talk nonsense, Shen Ye isn’t sleeping with you!”

Song Yinchen dodged, and at some unknown moment, she drew a long whip and lashed it towards Xiao Mengyu.

“What I do with him is none of your damn business!”

The long whip flashed with seven or eight afterimages, and the precious sword also emitted five or six sword beams.

The two of them went back and forth, fighting fiercely. Shen Ye wanted to go up and offer a word of advice, but was kicked away twice.

Shen Ye clutched his chest, helplessly shouting:

“Stop fighting, you two! We finally get to meet, why are you fighting!”

“It’s not your place to speak!” the two girls said in unison.

They fiercely engaged in battle, and in an instant, they were out of the pavilion, fighting on the lake.

Shen Ye was about to step forward again when he saw a figure descend from the sky, hovering before him.

It was a being of light.

It looked like the layer of light that enveloped Mogakou when he performed the Fa Xiang transformation.

“Who are you?” Shen Ye asked in surprise.

“Hmph, I’m just here to observe. Gentle Haven is not a good thing. Remember to quickly tend to your real business.”

A voice emerged from the light.

“Did Lord Mogakou urge me?” Shen Ye said.

“Nonsense. The mission was originally to be led by you, but we were waiting in Evernight City while you never arrived. So we reported to Lord Mogakou, and he ordered me to come and see what was happening.”

“—Lord said you were in Gentle Haven.”

“I don’t see this as being gentle at all.”

“Come to Evernight City, don’t delay the Lord’s business!”

With that, a flash of white light ascended into the sky and quickly disappeared.

It returned to the nightmare world, landed in the imperial palace of Evernight City, and merged into the body of a certain guard.

The guard immediately regained consciousness.

“How is it?”

Mogakou sat on the throne, asking casually.

“Reporting, my lord, I quickly found your personal guard by the fluctuation of the emblem.”

“He was indeed staying in Gentle Haven—those women were fighting over him,” the guard said.

Mogakou chuckled:

“Heh, how uninteresting, Baxter.”

“My lord, should punishment be meted out?” the guard asked.

“No need, I did give him time to handle his affairs, and he’s not terribly overdue now,” Mogakou said.

“As for now—all of you, go find Lord Jiuxiang and tell him I want to see him.”

“Yes!”

…

As soon as the light was gone.

The two women immediately stopped fighting.

“Shen Ye, what was that thing just now?” Xiao Mengyu asked.

“Yeah, what was that thing?” Song Yinchen also asked.

“I don’t know, some kind of monster, I guess.”

Shen Ye felt incredibly exhausted.

—This was a day completely within the prophecy. If he did anything that could threaten Mogakou, it would be recorded in the prophetic poem.

So he couldn’t do anything that day.

Afterward, he even sent people specifically to check it out.

Too suspicious.

But now, they had barely passed.

There were still two days until Mogakou would cast the “Prophetic Poem of Death” again.

Two whole days!

Whatever needed to be done had to be done quickly!

“Is Brother avoiding something? I can fight,” Song Yinchen volunteered.

Xiao Mengyu also looked at him.

Shen Ye hesitated… Actually, I want to do homework and go to school with you guys too.

But Mogakou is at the peak of the eighth stage of the Dharma Realm.

Sorry.

I really don’t dare to take you with me.

But—

It seems I can’t offend you even more.

What to do?

“There’s nothing I can do, this is a combat mission assigned by the teacher, others cannot interfere,” Shen Ye said solemnly.

Song Yinchen and Xiao Mengyu looked at each other again, then back at him.

“Really!” Shen Ye puffed out his chest and held his head high.

“Do you have a phone?” Xiao Mengyu asked.

“Yes,” Song Yinchen said.

“Call,” Xiao Mengyu said.

“Okay.”

The phone rang.

Beep—beep—beep—

“Hello?” Xu Xingke’s voice came from the receiver.

“Teacher, weren’t you campaigning? Why are you back?” Song Yinchen asked.

“It was too boring, and the masters on the other side weren’t engaging, so I came back to rest for a while,” Xu Xingke said casually.

“Teacher, I wanted to ask, can I participate in the combat mission you assigned to Shen Ye?” Song Yinchen asked.

“Combat mission? I didn’t assign him a combat mission,” Xu Xingke said.

Song Yinchen and Xiao Mengyu both widened their beautiful eyes and looked at Shen Ye.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xingke’s voice came from the receiver again:

“I assigned him an extremely secret exploratory combat mission. None of you should interfere. This is related to his professional growth; don’t harm him.”

Shen Ye was about to kneel just now, but unexpectedly, the teacher had such a way to get out of it, and he immediately felt alive again, secretly giving the teacher a thumb-up in his heart.

In contrast, the two girls’ killing intent subsided.

One was full of apology.

The other lowered her head in embarrassment.

“But Teacher, Shen Ye has an eighth-level deity with him, what’s going on?” Song Yinchen asked.

“Oh my goodness? An eighth-level deity?” Xu Xingke asked in surprise.

“You don’t know?” Song Yinchen raised her voice.

“Of course I don’t know. I remember it was still at the peak of the seventh stage not long ago. Is it really the eighth stage now?” Xu Xingke said in a calm but slightly unsettled tone.

“It’s the eighth stage!” Song Yinchen affirmed.

“Alright, don’t worry about it. I specifically prepared that for him to seal the bugs,” Xu Xingke said, becoming even calmer.

His tone of voice gave off a sense of calm reliability.

Shen Ye straightened his back even more.

Indeed, people who don’t often lie are truly terrifying when they do.

“I see, but is it really safe?”

Xiao Mengyu interjected.

Xu Xingke paused, seemingly recalling who this female voice belonged to, then spoke:

“It’s very safe, don’t worry. That deity and I are good friends, we won’t harm Shen Ye.”

With Xu Xingke, the leader of the Tarot Tower, vouching for them, the two girls finally relaxed.

After a few pleasantries, Xu Xingke hung up the phone.

“Apologies, I’m still on a mission and need to rush to the next combat exploration right away—I can’t talk to you anymore, I’ll pick you up for dinner later,” Shen Ye said gratefully.

“No need to be polite with me, you saved my life,” Song Yinchen said with a sweet smile.

“I was going to suggest we spar to improve together, but never mind, let’s talk when you get back,” Xiao Mengyu also smiled faintly.

“Alright, I’m off,” Shen Ye said hurriedly.

He didn’t shy away, simply opened a door and walked in.

In the pavilion of the Song family’s back garden.

Only Song Yinchen and Xiao Mengyu remained.

“I won’t keep you.”

Song Yinchen said.

“You wouldn’t be able to keep me either,” Xiao Mengyu said.

She flew into the sky, transforming into a sword light, and vanished in a flash.

Song Yinchen looked at it, pondered for a moment, and already understood the key to sword flight.

She made a face at the direction Xiao Mengyu flew.

—I wouldn’t want to fly like you.

This young lady can traverse the Dharma Realm!

She thought for a moment, then reached out and pressed her hand into the air, gently pulling.

No door appeared.

“How interesting, why can’t I do it?” she tried with great interest.

But after a long while—

She still couldn’t do it.

At this point, Song Yinchen truly found it strange.

“Incredible, the various methods in this world, aren’t they something you can master once you learn them? Wei Lan?”

She asked.

A maid silently appeared beside her, her expression somewhat complex.

To be honest.

How could one truly master all the various methods in the world just by learning them?

If learning instantly meant mastery, wouldn’t there be masters everywhere, and no hierarchy among people?

But the young lady believed this to be true.

—Because she mastered everything she learned.

—Also because she had been confined by her sister for too long.

But now, she finally encountered something she couldn’t learn.

How should one explain it to her?

“Young lady,” the maid named Wei Lan gritted her teeth and whispered, “Didn’t you notice? Shen Ye is a man, perhaps this skill can only be learned by men?”

Song Yinchen’s fingers recoiled as if shocked by electricity.

Yes.

For example, she would absolutely never enter a men’s restroom.

“Oh, right, hey, Wei Lan, look at me, my brain is so stupid!”

She gave up on exploring the “door.”