Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 427
byChapter 410: The All-Reborn Battle!
Annoying matters resolved.
Shen Ye arrived at the front gate of Shanti Hall, carefully observing the runes carved on the door.
Lively.
Ingenious.
Naturally formed.
The runes on this door intertwined, forming a test of power.
People coming and going daily, their power fluctuations could not escape the detection of the runes on the door.
Once someone exceeded that limit—
A spiritual pattern hidden within the door would activate, automatically transmitting a message.
Quite interesting!
“What are you looking at?” a voice sounded.
Shen Ye turned around, cupping his hands, “Greetings, Master of the Hall.”
The Master of Shanti Hall was on a rotation system; every so often, disciples from the Haoyang Celestial Palace would be sent to serve.
The current Master of the Hall was a tall, thin male cultivator.
“Were you just observing these runes?”
“Is this called a rune?” Shen Ye said naively, “I think these patterns are very beautiful, Master of the Hall.”
Xu Qingfeng remained unknown for ten years at Shanti Hall.
And now suddenly he could understand the runes on the door?
Trying to die, right?
“The patterns are beautiful, but Qingfeng, you have two years left before you have to leave Shanti Hall to make a living, so quickly learn something,” the Master of the Hall said.
“Master of the Hall, what should I learn?” Shen Ye asked, cupping his hands.
“What do you like?”
“Sabers.”
“We don’t seem to have sabre techniques in Shanti Hall, only basic teachings like fist techniques.”
“Yes, Master of the Hall, can—”
“No, if you don’t work hard usually, how can you be taught sabre techniques?” the Master of the Hall said indifferently.
“Yes.” Shen Ye said respectfully.
Almost forgot.
Everyone around him was a source of negative karma.
No one would treat him well.
—But what did that matter?
Learning fist techniques, huh.
Shen Ye went straight to the training ground of Shanti Hall and began to recall the fist techniques.
Shanti Hall taught fist techniques once a week.
This body had past memories, so at this moment, he only needed to recall silently to remember those contents.
There were only two moves in the fist technique.
Long swing.
—This move was heavy with power.
Chain.
—It was a combo attack.
Both moves required spiritual energy.
Spiritual energy, huh…
That’s a bit awkward.
He had cleansed his spiritual energy several times, and now it had transformed into the Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Light.
7 times damage and defense!
However, this spiritual light still needed to be hidden, only to be used within the body, not to be released and seen by others.
So Shen Ye practiced the fist techniques at the training ground.
Before long.
These two extremely simple fist techniques had been mastered.
He stood in place, continuing to recall.
Although no sabre techniques were taught, archery and dodging footwork were.
Archery, huh.
His old specialty.
The archery taught at Shanti Hall was very basic, meant to teach children how to hunt, a means for them to make a living.
But he hadn’t touched a bow in a long time, and his hands were itching, so it was a good time to practice.
It was almost noon.
Everyone had gone to eat.
There weren’t many people in the training ground.
Shen Ye stood alone, took a practice bow with interest, and began to practice shooting.
On the other side.
In the girls’ dormitory.
Zhao Wan’er slowly woke up.
She seemed to have had a dream.
In the dream, she was slapped by Xu Qingfeng and then fainted, and then—
Everything changed.
The usually timid Xu Qingfeng suddenly became outstanding.
She had overheard his conversation with the Master of the Hall.
Afterward, he went to the training ground to practice.
Sweating profusely every day.
He greedily absorbed all knowledge.
In the subsequent arena assessment, Xu Qingfeng single-handedly defeated everyone, with no one being his match.
Finally, he became the top candidate to be promoted to the outer sect of Haoyang Celestial Palace in that batch.
Later on.
Xu Qingfeng went to the Celestial Palace, while she remained in place, forever separated by the divide between immortals and mortals.
—Was all this real or fake?
Zhao Wan’er broke into a cold sweat, her face turning pale then red, then red then pale, biting her lip, momentarily unsure of what to do.
“Go,” a voice sounded in her ear.
“Who?” Zhao Wan’er cried out.
“Don’t mind who I am, I’ve already deduced everything that will happen next for you — you’re almost out of chances,” the voice said.
“What do you want?” Zhao Wan’er asked warily.
“I want to help you.”
As the voice fell.
Zhao Wan’er looked down and saw a dagger in her hand.
The voice was full of temptation:
“This dagger is forged from star iron, incredibly sharp, killing without a trace of blood, it’s a first-rate treasure.”
“Go, this is your last chance.”
“He’s in the training ground!”
The voice gradually faded.
Zhao Wan’er’s eyes grew resolute.
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Yes.
She had one last chance.
With this extremely powerful and fierce dagger—
She still had a chance!
Zhao Wan’er hid the dagger in her sleeve, got out of bed, combed her hair, drew her eyebrows, dressed neatly, and pushed the door open.
The training ground wasn’t far.
Xu Qingfeng was easy to find.
“Qingfeng!”
Zhao Wan’er shouted loudly.
Xu Qingfeng, after shooting an arrow directly into the bullseye, stopped and glanced at her, then showed a puzzled expression.
He held a practice bow in his hand.
Zhao Wan’er’s heart skipped a beat.
Xu Qingfeng did not possess such a skilled stance for drawing a bow.
In the past, he had never accurately performed archery.
But in all the future scenes she had “seen”, every time he drew his bow, the arrow would hit the bullseye!
Just like that moment.
Next, he would practice other weapons.
He could skillfully perform all the techniques taught in Shanti Hall!
Indeed, just as that voice had said—
This was her last chance!
Zhao Wan’er composed herself, trying to calm her emotions, and walked towards Xu Qingfeng.
“What are you doing here?”
Xu Qingfeng asked in surprise.
“I’m sorry for taking so many of your pills before,” Zhao Wan’er said.
Xu Qingfeng’s mouth twitched as he examined her newly deflated face, then shook his head and said,
“Forget it.”
“It can’t be just forgotten,” Zhao Wan’er said through gritted teeth.
Hmm?
Can’t forget it?
Xu Qingfeng—or rather, Shen Ye—became wary, and the thirteen-year-old skeletal youth in his Dharma Aspect was ready to appear at any moment.
“What do you want?” Shen Ye asked.
“I heard you asked the Master of the Hall about saber techniques,” Zhao Wan’er said.
“How did you know? Yes, I did ask, but Shanti Hall doesn’t teach saber techniques.”
Shen Ye said, his alarm bells ringing.
At that time, only he and the Master of the Hall were in the great hall.
Would the Master of the Hall tell Zhao Wan’er about such a small matter?
Something wasn’t right…
Before Shen Ye could think further, he saw Zhao Wan’er pull a dagger from her sleeve—
“This dagger is very expensive, it should be enough to exchange for some saber techniques. Now I’m giving it to you.”
“Brother Qingfeng, I hope you won’t be mad at me anymore.”
Zhao Wan’er said softly and sweetly.
Shen Ye was stunned.
They say women are fickle, but you’ve changed too quickly.
—It’s practically nuclear fusion.
Shen Ye looked closely, his gaze falling on the dagger, only to see lines of tiny glowing text appear:
“Soul Reaver.”
“Mythical dagger.”
“Description: When you want to stab the target, the dagger stabs the target.”
“Instant kill.”
“Must be activated from close range.”
…This dagger is too overpowered.
But you, a thirteen-year-old girl, an orphan from the Shanti Hall, where did you get this mythical dagger?
Shen Ye subtly put away the dagger, whispering:
“This dagger is indeed very expensive. Besides exchanging it for saber techniques, there’s still plenty left over. Is there anything else I can compensate you with?”
“Brother Qingfeng,” Zhao Wan’er’s face flushed, and she lowered her head, shyly saying, “After all these years of taking your pills, it’s actually because I like you.”
“Let this dagger be a return for those pills.”
“I want to be with you.”
After saying that, she ran off.
Shen Ye stood there dumbfounded, watching her back recede further and further until it finally disappeared outside the door.
Forgetting past grievances, a beauty gifting a treasure, pouring out her heart, and retreating shyly.
A complete set of moves, perfectly executed.
Women are truly natural born masters at this.
—But what about the motive!
You must have a motive!
Why the 180-degree turn in attitude?
Even pulling out a divine artifact!
By the way, did she even know how precious this dagger was?
Countless thoughts raced through Shen Ye’s mind.
Just then, lines of glowing text suddenly appeared:
“In the Shanti Hall, a subordinate of the Haoyang Celestial Palace, countless young boys yearned for Zhao Wan’er’s affection.”
“However, among the 36 outstanding young men to whom she proactively confessed, not one received a gift.”
“You are the only one who received a gift!”
“Congratulations.”
“Be proud, you’ve won the competition!”
Enough!
This is nothing to be proud of!
Anyway—
You’ve confessed to 36 people, no wonder this set of maneuvers was so smooth and fluid, executed in one go.
That’s truly impressive.
More small text appeared:
“The Heaven-Reaching Art, by linking to your ‘Gate of Heaven-Reach,’ transmits the following options:”
“1. Unseal a contractor, companion, or summon again.”
“2. Learn the full story of the Zhao Wan’er incident.”
“Please choose one option, the Heaven-Reaching Art will pay.”
Shen Ye read it once.
No—
Your Heaven-Reaching Art’s spirit is quite up-to-date, huh.
When can we meet?
“I choose 2.”
Shen Ye said.
—That girl had no power, yet she could pull out a divine dagger.
What if there’s another one?
If he didn’t figure this out, how could he sleep soundly at night?
Lines of glowing text kept appearing:
“The Lord of All Eras, wishing to control the three arts yet fearing their loss in the destruction of the Immortal Kingdom,”
“Therefore, it had no choice but to participate in this game of chess;”
“Even with only one-thousandth of its power, it could still deploy more strategies on the chessboard;”
“For example, it had already employed a secretive mode of hidden chess piece—”
“‘Reset Piece’.”
“Zhao Wan’er, having been reborn, learned of future developments and became a hidden chess piece of the Lord of All Eras, bestowed with a divine artifact, now facing you.”
“The Lord of All Eras had made all preparations, but it misjudged humanity.”
“After becoming a ‘Reset Piece,’ Zhao Wan’er never intended to kill you from beginning to end.”
“—She wanted to completely control your heart, using your power to enter the Haoyang Celestial Palace.”
“From now on, please be wary of the next hidden piece.”
“When a hidden piece appears again, I will warn you one more time.”
“Only once.”
All the tiny words disappeared.
Shen Ye’s heart sank.
Fate, time, and negative karma were just pretexts.
The Lord of All Eras’s trump card was hidden in the dark.
—But it had miscalculated the heart and desires of a young girl.
How ridiculous!
Next.
It would surely learn its lesson.
When using another hidden piece to deal with him, it would definitely choose the right person.
So how should he respond?
Shen Ye fell into contemplation.
Reborn…
In other words, those people had already seen the future.
They had a natural advantage.
What to do?
Shen Ye closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
Zhao Wan’er giving the dagger was definitely because she had seen the scene of him being able to enter the Haoyang Celestial Palace.
What about others?
Suddenly, a group of people poured into the training ground from outside.
—The youths living in Shanti Hall, one by one, walked in.
They looked at Shen Ye with strange and complex expressions.
“Why aren’t you eating? What are you all looking at me for?” Shen Ye asked, bewildered.
Three lines of glowing text suddenly popped up:
“All boys aged twelve and above with talent have been reborn.”
“These are all opponents you defeated in the selection three days later.”
“—This reminder is complete.”
The small text disappeared again.
The Heaven-Reaching Art disconnected.
Shen Ye stood in the center of the arena, looking around at the boys who were gradually surrounding him.
“You bunch of slackers, what do you want to do?”
He asked.
—The negative trait “slacker” activated!
At the same time, the Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Light surged through his body, boosting all of Shen Ye’s attributes sevenfold.
“Disable him,” someone growled.
“Charge!” others responded.
The crowd pressed in, completely enveloping the arena.
Shen Ye threw a punch.
The first person to rush forward slipped, his cheekbone shattered by the punch, and he spun and flew out.
Shen Ye twisted his body and kicked, sweeping another person.
Thump—
That person flew backward, knocking over a long line of youths.
Being reborn makes you awesome?
Shen Ye smiled, revealing his clenched white teeth, a fierce killing intent on his face.
His sevenfold agility attribute far surpassed all the youths present.
Shen Ye moved as if he were in an uninhabited land, casually grabbing a person, delivering a series of punches, and throwing them to the ground.
He then effortlessly dodged three or five punches and six or seven kicks.
Spotting a youth who was drawing a sword, he struck him down with a palm, snatched his sword, then grabbed another youth, delivering a brutal knee strike.
Before the crowd could close in, Shen Ye tied the sword to his back, retreated rapidly seven or eight meters, dodging with full force, running swiftly along the wall, bypassing the heavy encirclement.
—The youth hiding behind the crowd, drawing his bow, was kicked flying by Shen Ye.
The bow and arrow were also confiscated on the spot by Shen Ye.
—The sword and bow are divine artifacts!
But Shen Ye didn’t even give them a chance to strike.
More people surged forward.
Shen Ye circulated his spiritual energy and delivered a long swing punch.
Thump! Thump!
Two youths were struck by the punch and elbow respectively, immediately rolling to the ground.
At that moment, the crowd finally surrounded him.
Shen Ye remained calm, retracting his fist to stand, and once again circulated his spiritual energy.
—Chain!
This was the second basic fist technique taught in Shanti Hall.
As soon as he struck, countless fist shadows appeared, directly beating everyone until they cried out in pain, falling to the ground one after another.
Those people desperately rushed forward, trying to hit him, but were pushed off balance by others, or tripped over someone’s foot, their attack angles blocked, and so on.
When Shen Ye stopped, no one was standing.
Lines of glowing text subtly appeared:
“You defeated all the reborn youths.”
“Even though they were reborn, it was useless. After all, their strength was still the same strength. How could they compare to someone like you, who has traveled through past and future, and defeated all kinds of enemies?”
“Congratulations.”
“You’ve won the competition.”
“This time, the Heaven-Reaching Art provides the following intelligence reward:”
“The Lord of All Eras is deploying a killing move—”
“It has deduced the future three years from now.”
“After you were promoted from Shanti Hall to the Haoyang Celestial Palace, you progressed rapidly, but also offended some cultivators in the Haoyang Celestial Palace.”
“They will be reborn at this moment and immediately rush to kill you.”
“This is a dead end.”
“Offer any solutions as soon as possible, or it will be too late.”
All the tiny words appeared for just a few breaths, then hurriedly disappeared.
—It was like someone secretly unfolding a test paper for Shen Ye to glance at during an exam, while the proctor turned their head to look out the window.
Shen Ye quickly read through the message.
The Lord of All Eras…
It has already deduced three years into the future?
At this moment, he was only thirteen years old and had not yet cultivated.
—What methods could he use to confront those enemies who were already cultivators of the Haoyang Celestial Palace?
None!
Shen Ye’s mind raced, then he suddenly spoke:
“You bunch of scoundrels, ganging up on me and bullying your companions, I despise you.”
“Shanti Hall is full of such characters; it’s truly contemptible.”
“Fine.”
“I shall leave Shanti Hall today and never return.”
As the words fell.
A moment of stillness pervaded the surroundings.
Everyone froze, unmoving.
It took a full five or six breaths.
Everything gradually returned to normal.
Seemingly, the current world was still the same, nothing had changed.
However, that future no longer existed.
“After you were promoted from Shanti Hall to the Haoyang Celestial Palace, you progressed rapidly, but also offended some cultivators in the Haoyang Celestial Palace.”
This was the original text from the Heaven-Reaching Art.
But he had already decided to leave Shanti Hall!
In such a prediction, what truly determined the future was not the prediction of any person or deity, but “the present”!
The present determined everything in the future!
When he chose to leave Shanti Hall—
The phrase “promoted from Shanti Hall to the Haoyang Celestial Palace” became irrelevant!
If he didn’t go to the Haoyang Celestial Palace in that manner, how could he then have conflicts and become enemies with those cultivators?
The dominoes, once the first one fell, all fell.
All the futures deduced by the Lord of All Eras were rendered void!
“I don’t believe you can endlessly deploy ‘Reset Pieces.’ If that were the case, what price would you have to pay?”
Shen Ye thought silently, then strode out of the training ground.
This battle.
He discovered something.
Traits were never affected.
Regardless of the situation—
The power of the trait remained unchanged!
The thirteen-year-old boy slowly walked through the corridor of Shanti Hall and headed outside.
Zhao Wan’er stood at the end of the corridor, blocking his path.
“I’ve been waiting for you to eat—are you just finished practicing?”
She asked with a smile.
“I’m leaving Shanti Hall,” Shen Ye said.
“You’re leaving? Then what about me…” The girl’s eyes turned red, and she choked, “We’ve grown up together for so many years, haven’t we? Are you abandoning me now?”
“I want you,” Shen Ye said with a smile, “I’m planning to dig a field in the mountains and live a comfortable life. Do you want to come?”
“Farming? You’re not going to Haoyang Celestial Palace?” Zhao Wan’er couldn’t help but ask.
Shen Ye pulled out a wooden token and said, “This is our identity token, representing someone who grew up in Shanti Hall. Now it no longer exists.”
He gently crushed the wooden token.
—Once the wooden token was crushed, it was equivalent to having no proof of identity.
Zhao Wan’er looked at him with an expression of disbelief.
That’s not right.
He was supposed to stand out in the competition a few days later, gain entry into Haoyang Celestial Palace, and eventually become more famous and stronger.
But why—
Is he going to farm now?
Could it be that everything she knew was just a fleeting dream?
Or perhaps a prank by some high-level cultivator?
Shen Ye slowly walked past Zhao Wan’er and finally stepped out of the gate of Shanti Hall.
“Are you really leaving?”
Zhao Wan’er asked unwillingly.
“Yes, I’ve learned some skills, so surviving shouldn’t be a problem. Are you coming?” Shen Ye asked.
Zhao Wan’er’s eyes quickly dimmed.
Having seen those immortals flying in the sky, you still want to go farming?
So disappointing.
She thought he had aspirations, someone she could lean on to rise to greatness.
She was mistaken.
The Master of the Hall suddenly descended from the sky, hurriedly speaking:
“Xu Qingfeng, I sensed that the mark on your wooden token has shattered. Are you planning to leave Shanti Hall?”
“Yes,” Shen Ye said, bowing, “Reporting to the Master of the Hall, I plan to find a village and farm to support myself.”
“Hmm, as long as you’ve thought it through, alright? Eh?” The Master of the Hall noticed the commotion in the training ground, his body moved, and he flew towards the back.
Only Shen Ye and Zhao Wan’er remained there.
“Are you coming? To farm with me, to live life.” Shen Ye asked.
Zhao Wan’er subconsciously took a few steps back, her gaze avoiding his, and she lowered her head and said:
“I… have something to do. Qingfeng, don’t joke like this again. I’ll see you in the dining hall later.”
After saying that, she turned and ran.
Shen Ye smiled, completely unfazed, and turned to leave Shanti Hall.
Just then, lines of glowing text appeared:
“The chess piece placed by the Lord of Penglai Mountain for you has taken effect.”
“The cultivator who saved you from the fishing village ten years ago happened to pass by Shanti Hall today and observed your battle and growth in secret.”
“He decided to take you directly to the Haoyang Celestial Palace, where the Haoyang Stone will test your heart.”
A streak of light descended from the sky, blocking Shen Ye’s path.
Shen Ye looked carefully, and indeed it was the cultivator from back then.
Time had left no trace on his face.
The cultivator was also observing Shen Ye.
“I didn’t expect the orphan from back then to have grown so much, and to have become a talented uncut jade.”
The cultivator sighed.
“You are—that esteemed senior who saved me back then?” Shen Ye’s expression was excited, and he cupped his hands in salute.
“Follow me!”
The cultivator stepped forward, grabbed Shen Ye’s shoulder, and soared up into the sky, straight to the heavens, landing before a massive floating island.
There, a huge rhomboid black stone floated above the island.
“See it? That’s the Haoyang Stone.”
The cultivator said solemnly.
“Haoyang Stone—what is it?” Shen Ye asked, bewildered.
“It can sense your talent and abilities. If you are qualified, it will grant you entry into the Haoyang Celestial Palace to become a disciple!” the cultivator said.
The cultivator led Shen Ye forward and had him place his hand on the Haoyang Stone.
The black stone instantly turned pure white, emitting a blazing light that illuminated the heavens and earth.
“You possess astonishing talent and ability!”
The cultivator said, deeply moved.
A group of masters also flew in from the floating island, quietly watching this scene.
The voice of the Lord of Penglai Mountain suddenly sounded in Shen Ye’s ear:
“Everyone who joins the Haoyang Celestial Palace must reveal their aspirations before the Haoyang Stone, stating their desire for cultivation.”
“If the wish aligns with the will of the Haoyang Stone, the Haoyang Stone will emanate an extraordinary phenomenon.”
“At this point, you can ask the Haoyang Stone for assistance in your cultivation.”
“Remember.”
“Regardless of whether your wish aligns with the Haoyang Stone, you must always declare a commendable cultivation aspiration.”
“This will establish a good image for you.”
“—Being recognized upon entering the sect will minimize the creation of enemies and prevent the Lord of All Eras from arranging powerful cultivators to be reborn again.”
“Don’t let too many cultivators become hidden pawns, ganging up on you!”
“Remember, remember!”
The voice of the Lord of Penglai Mountain faded.
The voice of the cultivator beside him had already sounded:
“Everyone who joins the Haoyang Celestial Palace must reveal their aspirations before the Haoyang Stone, stating their desire for cultivation.”
“You may begin, Xu Qingfeng.”
Shen Ye regained his composure and looked at the glowing rhomboid stone before him.
—The Lord of Penglai Mountain was right.
He indeed had to prevent too many reborn cultivators from ganging up on him.
But—
Was establishing a good image enough?
No.
The human heart is unpredictable.
Making oneself great does not eliminate the appearance of enemies.
Shen Ye looked towards the floating island.
He saw more and more cultivators noticing the anomaly of the Haoyang Stone, turning their gaze towards them.
Shen Ye cleared his throat and said,
“I will strive and fight for the sect, even if it costs me my life.”
—This was true!
At this moment, he was fighting for his life.
After entering the Haoyang Celestial Palace, the Lord of All Eras would inevitably unleash more fierce and concentrated methods, solely to prevent him from obtaining the Heaven-Shaking Art.
As the words fell.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
Buzz—
The Haoyang Stone emitted a resounding hum that shook the heavens and earth.
“It has recognized you,” the cultivator smiled contentedly, “With this phenomenon, it proves that it is willing to offer some assistance for your cultivation. Now you can make a request.”
“Will my request definitely be granted?” Shen Ye asked.
“Anything too outrageous certainly won’t work, but for general requests for cultivation assistance, it will consider them appropriately,” the cultivator said.
Shen Ye looked at the Haoyang Stone in front of him.
If…
Someone reborn came to secretly harm him—
How could a great sect like Haoyang Celestial Palace tolerate such fratricide?
Absolutely not!
So what he had to do was…
Make them wary!
Shen Ye cleared his throat and said,
“I have no other requests, just one thing, please help me.”
“Could you arrange some live broadcasts during my cultivation journey—”
“That is, when I want to, I can activate a live broadcast so everyone knows what I’m doing.”
“If not, a text version would also work.”
“This shouldn’t take much effort, nor cost anything.”
“I hope you can grant this, please.”
As the words fell, all the light on the Haoyang Stone suddenly condensed into a small dot and flew into Shen Ye’s body.
The next second.
Two lines of small text appeared before the eyes of all cultivators in the Haoyang Celestial Palace:
“New disciple Xu Qingfeng has joined the Haoyang Celestial Palace.”
“Xu Qingfeng’s text live broadcast has begun.”
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