Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 441
byChapter 424: Integrated New Terms!
Nightmare World.
Human Race.
The human kingdoms bordered the territories of the beastmen, elves, and undead from the east, west, and north.
As for the southern border, it was the edge of the entire Nightmare World.
There was only a vast desert here.
If one crossed the desert and continued forward, they would see that the end of the desert was an void, and beneath their feet was an abyss of ten thousand fathoms.
This day.
Southern border.
Night.
In the barracks.
Two soldiers tiptoed over a wall, landing softly inside the barrack’s mess hall.
“Did anyone see you?”
“No, everyone’s asleep.”
“Quick—the batch of strong liquor is hidden in the second cabinet, only two bottles left, one for each of us. Drink up and quickly go back on duty.”
“What’s the hurry? I saw the head cook secretly hide a large bag of butter in the bakery!”
The sound of swallowing saliva repeated twice.
Not long after.
The door to the mess hall gently opened.
Two figures slipped inside.
The sound of bottle corks being opened was so insignificant, and with the door tightly shut, it became even fainter, inaudible.
Time slowly passed.
Deep into the night.
The door opened again.
Two figures carefully crept out of the mess hall, closed the door, and then prepared to climb over the wall.
“Wait.”
“Wait for what? It’s already late, quickly go back to patrol—be careful not to be found by the captain, or it’ll be another whipping.”
Before finishing his sentence, he had already belched several times.
The other man, with a thick tongue, said:
“No—my good brother, look over there.”
“Where?”
They both looked towards the iron-barred gate opposite the barrack.
Outside the gate, there were indistinct shadows, as if many people were moving back and forth.
“These damned desert lowlifes, taking advantage of us old men sleeping, they’re actually having a private market again—and they chose behind our barracks!”
One man said with a displeased look.
The other, however, said: “Let’s go, let’s take a look. Anyway, we’re on patrol. This isn’t about sneaking food or drink; this is serious business!”
“That’s true, let’s go check it out!”
The two supported each other, staggering towards the iron-barred gate, peering out with bleary eyes.
Indeed, outside was a bustling market.
One after another, people with indistinguishable faces squatted on the ground, holding knives, vigorously chopping meat bones.
The knives landed on the chopping board, making continuous “bang bang” sounds, dense and incessant.
One soldier looked and shouted:
“Alright, you people, so late and still daring to—mmph?”
His mouth was suddenly covered by his companion.
The soldier twisted his head to look at his companion, puzzled, only to see that his companion’s relaxed and leisurely expression had long vanished.
Shake.
His companion’s hand was shaking, his body was shaking, and even his pupils were trembling slightly due to some extremely strong and sudden stimulation.
“Go back, get help.”
His companion whispered.
As he spoke, he quickly drew a secret signal on his back.
This signal meant, “The team is in a desperate situation. Whoever can break through, quickly escape.”
The soldier’s drunkenness also wore off.
At this moment.
He finally realized that something was amiss.
Who would set up a night market behind the barracks so late?
Moreover, none of those people’s faces were visible.
Besides that, more importantly—
Everyone outside the iron-barred gate bowed their heads, meticulously chopping meat.
Not a single one was an exception.
Chopping meat…
The soldier felt a chill rise from his spine.
“Go.”
The two still supported each other, carefully taking steps, desperately running towards the barracks.
Time seemed to stretch out interminably.
After an unknown period—
Thank goodness, the two finally covered most of the distance, about to reach the mess hall wall.
The gate here was locked at night.
—They had to climb over to wake up their comrades.
Climbing over was simple!
The sobered soldier was about to gather strength to charge forward when he saw his companion suddenly stiffen and stop in place.
But he pushed himself hard.
“Go.”
His companion cried out in despair.
The soldier, using that force, bravely suppressed the fear and trembling in his heart, rushed forward a few steps, jumped onto the wall, and climbed over.
He gasped, letting out a silent shout, stumbling and crawling into the guardhouse, vigorously ringing the alarm bell.
Dong—dong—dong—
The power of magic made the bell’s ringing resonate throughout the barracks, even soaring into the sky, swiftly spreading towards the distant border city.
The soldier sighed in relief, collapsing into the chair.
But after waiting for a few breaths.
The barracks remained silent.
No officer jumped out cursing, nor did any other soldiers hurriedly put on their armor and come out to assemble.
Dead silence.
Horses usually whinnied in panic during drills when the bell rang.
But this time.
There was no movement from the stables either.
The soldier gasped, his eyes darted around, and he abruptly stood up.
Go!
Quickly leave here!
A magic carriage was parked by the main gate of the military camp. If activated, its speed would be very fast.
Perhaps he could be saved—
The soldier pushed open the door, just about to rush out, when he suddenly froze in place.
On the barrack wall opposite him, something appeared.
Its body was two to three meters wide, tens of meters long, coiled on the wall like a centipede.
Strangely, both sides of its body were covered with dense human hands.
The hands clawed at the wall—
The monster slowly moved forward.
The soldier’s legs went soft, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to even twitch.
But the monster seemed to have no interest in him at all, just watching him from afar.
The soldier waited for a few breaths.
The monster still didn’t pounce.
Then—
Run?
The soldier took a deep breath, just about to stand up, when he suddenly realized something.
Perhaps the monster wasn’t pouncing because—
He slowly turned his head to look behind him.
A huge dark shadow stood behind him, silent, holding a boning knife.
No.
That wasn’t a boning knife.
—Those were its claws.
The claws were raised high, dripping foul blood and gore.
The soldier suddenly understood something.
It turned out that the monsters outside in the backyard were indeed chopping bones.
The claws descended swiftly.
The world went dark.
The soldier’s body was expertly cut into several pieces, strung together, and laid on the ground.
In an instant.
The sound of dense chopping echoed through the barracks.
On the other side.
Human Empire.
Northern border, battlefront.
A field hospital.
Shen Ye slowly opened his eyes.
An old voice immediately rang in his ear:
“Don’t move, your body is extremely fatigued. You’ll need at least three more hours to recover.”
“Yes, thank you all.” Shen Ye responded.
He looked around.
Twelve white-robed priests stood in a circle, surrounding a candle-lit altar, continuously releasing golden healing spells.
He lay in the center of the altar.
Each time a golden light descended, all the healing runes carved on the altar would activate.
This amplified the power of the healing spell several times over.
Strands of vitality were born within his body, circulating and nourishing his limbs and bones, comforting his dry soul.
Shen Ye simply lay still.
It was then that he noticed lines of faint glowing text suspended in mid-air.
He just hadn’t noticed them earlier because the golden light of the healing spell was too dazzling.
“When your future self, a thousand years from now, examined himself, he subconsciously performed the following operations on himself:”
“All terms, except for ‘Vampire Lord’, ‘Will meet at the瑤臺 under the moon’, ‘Daoist of Peril’, and ‘Songstress’, have been integrated by him.”
Shen Ye almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
What?
I only kept four terms, and all other terms were merged?
How could I mess up like that!
Collecting terms is very difficult!
How am I supposed to get by now?
However, what’s done is done, and there was no way to regret it now.
Shen Ye could only hold onto a last shred of hope and continue reading:
“A super evolution occurred during the integration, but because there were negative terms among the integrated terms, they just happened to cancel out the super evolution.”
“Based on the glorious achievements of defeating the ‘End Lord of All Eras’ and ‘Nourishing the Primordial Ruins’, combined with the feedback information from the Primordial Ruins, and complementing the integrated terms, the following new term has been achieved:”
“Lord of the Sun Wheel.”
“Super Primordial-level term, ultimate term of the Sixth Epoch, name of the truth of the triple universe.”
“Description: Designate an enemy pursuing you as ‘Kuafu’, causing them to lose 10% of their life force every second, and be completely unaware of this state until death.”
“—Dies of thirst.”
“—Absolute immunity below the second truth level is impossible.”
Shen Ye’s eyes widened.
Such a perverse term exists in this world?
He was still worried, constantly thinking about how to deal with the monsters in the Primordial Ruins.
Didn’t the answer just appear!
It turns out his future self, a thousand years from now, subconsciously did such an outstanding thing.
It’s truly me!
Suddenly, outside, there was a series of magical roars.
What happened?
Shen Ye looked up in surprise, peering out the window.
Unfortunately, the view here wasn’t good.
When the screams erupted, he could only see dozens of soldiers being thrown into the sky, their limbs scattering.
That can’t be.
Without external forces disrupting them, the four races should be in a state of peace now.
What was the human army fighting against?
“Failun.”
Shen Ye called out.
The Big Skeleton flashed and landed before him, quickly saying:
“Outside is the Despair Manifestor from the Primordial Ruins. Its injuries have worsened, and it’s furiously slaughtering the human army.”
“Can’t kill it?” Shen Ye asked.
“What are you thinking? It can’t be harmed at all.” The Big Skeleton said.
“Isn’t it injured?”
“That was reflected by your ‘Sky Destiny Thorns’.”
A bad premonition welled up in Shen Ye’s heart.
A monster from the Primordial Ruins—
How did it appear in the Nightmare World?
Bang!
The door was pushed open.
King Norton, clad in armor, walked in majestically.
“Awake? Men, take Paige to the teleportation array, back to the imperial capital!”
He directly issued the order.
“Wait a moment—” Shen Ye struggled to prop himself up. “Have you found a way to deal with that monster?”
“We’ve tried everything, it’s unstoppable. The army won’t last much longer, you go first!”
Norton said quickly.
“What the hell are you talking about, Your Majesty? Take me out to see it.” Shen Ye said.
“What’s there to see in your condition? Are you planning to fight?” Norton objected.
“It’s fine, I’ll just look. Maybe I can find its weakness.”
Shen Ye insisted.
“…Alright, just one look then.”
Norton personally stepped forward to support him, and the Big Skeleton supported his other arm, one on each side, helping him out.
At the bottom of the hill was a plain.
The terrifying monster, tens of meters tall, strode across the plain.
Despair Manifestor.
Each step it took caused the ground to tremble slightly.
In about seven or eight breaths.
It opened its eyes—
Eye Technique · Netherflow!
All soldiers caught in its gaze immediately had their flesh and blood peel off, making sizzling sounds, and fell to the ground screaming.
It turned out that it also needed a time interval to release its eye technique.
Shen Ye thought for a few breaths, then immediately said:
“It can’t be allowed to kill anymore—Big Skeleton, take me to the other side of the battlefield—to the deserted side.”
“Alright!”
The Big Skeleton transformed into a skeletal flying dragon, grabbing Shen Ye with its claws, spreading its wings, and soaring into the sky.
It made a large arc in the clouds, then swooped down.
“How are we going to fight later?”
The skeletal flying dragon asked loudly.
“You lure it towards us, then you hide inside my Dharma Idol.” Shen Ye said.
“Got it!”
The skeletal flying dragon flew out of the clouds, carrying Shen Ye directly to the other side of the plain.
After settling Shen Ye down—
The skeletal flying dragon opened its mouth and spat out a ball of frost flame breath, then quickly closed its mouth and disappeared with a “snap.”
That frost flame breath combined the power of two elements, transformed from the Big Skeleton’s undead soul fire.
The Big Skeleton had played the role of a neutral party in the Primordial Ruins, and its soul fire had improved several times, its power now far beyond what it once was.
Then, the ball of frost flame breath streaked through the long sky like a stream of light.
Boom!
The dragon’s breath hit the Despair Manifestor squarely in the back!
Seizing the moment—
Shen Ye softly murmured, “How did you get to the Nightmare World? This is a sickness that needs treatment!”
In an instant.
A huge, crimson “Peril” appeared above the Despair Manifestor’s head.
The “Peril” exploded directly.
It entered a tribulation state!
Lines of faint glowing text quickly appeared in the void:
“The Daoist of Peril has begun to enlighten all beings.”
“A sickness must be treated—”
“Target enters ‘Tribulation’ state!”
“Continuous accidents will occur, killing them will surely hit a weak spot, and valuable items will surely be scattered.”
“The ‘Tribulation’ state lasts for 10 seconds. After a 5-minute cooldown, if the target is not dead, ‘Tribulation’ is triggered again, in a cycle.”
Shen Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, by now, many terms had little effect on these monsters from other ultimate creations.
He hadn’t expected the Daoist of Peril to still be so effective.
—Perhaps it was based on this consideration that his future self, a thousand years from now, subconsciously left this term behind.
The next moment.
As the Despair Manifestor turned, Shen Ye activated “Lord of the Sun Wheel.”
Designate—
The Despair Manifestor as “Kuafu”!
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The Despair Manifestor walked slowly towards Shen Ye with heavy steps.
At this moment, a term that only Shen Ye could see appeared above its head:
“Kuafu.”
“Passively bestowed term.”
“Loses 10% of life force per second, and is completely unaware of this state until death.”
“—Beneath true reason, there is no resistance.”
It worked!
Shen Ye breathed a sigh of relief and continued to lie motionless on the ground.
His body was indeed very tired.
He was unable to fight now and could only barely use terms to deal with this monster, hoping to last until it died.
The next second.
The Despair Manifestor opened its eyes again.
Two beams of light, sweeping across the earth, erupted from its eye sockets, beginning to destroy everything on the ground!
Rumble—
Pale light of destruction blazed on the plain.
This was equivalent to a full-screen attack!
However, at this very moment—
Faint, invisible ripples surged around Shen Ye, transforming into the Formless Demonic Saint King.
—Disappearing from the range of the Eye Technique · Netherflow meant not being harmed or affected by this technique!
Soon.
The eye technique ended.
The Despair Manifestor closed its eyes again.
Shen Ye immediately reappeared, leaning against the rock, breathing heavily, and said:
“Spray it.”
Roar!!!
The skeletal flying dragon suddenly appeared, let out a ferocious roar, and spat out an even larger ball of frosty flame breath.
Ice and fire struck the Despair Manifestor’s chest.
It remained motionless, and no new wounds appeared on its body.
Thump, thump, thump—
The Despair Manifestor took a step and continued to walk towards Shen Ye.
Norton, watching from afar, changed his expression and shouted:
“Suicide squad, prepare, give me—”
His voice abruptly stopped.
On the plain.
The giant monster, tens of meters tall, suddenly knelt on the ground.
The monster itself seemed a bit confused.
It struggled a bit, trying to stand up again—
However, it seemed unable to even control its balance, swayed a few times, and then fell to the ground with a crash.
The monster opened its mouth, like a dried-up fish, moving weakly.
Then it stopped moving.
—It died.
A crystal emitting a magnificent glow fell from its head, rolling with a clinking sound to Shen Ye’s side.
Daoist of Peril.
Valuable items will surely be scattered.
Shen Ye struggled to pick up the crystal, and lines of small text immediately appeared in the void:
“You have obtained 1 Truth Soul Shard.”
“This is a fragment of the Truth Soul that scattered when the twenty-one ultimate creations were destroyed, and it has widespread uses.”
“Known basic use: Enhance your door ability.”
What more was there to say.
Shen Ye’s thoughts stirred, and the crystal in his hand disappeared instantly.
At the same time.
Two ethereal projections surfaced before him.
One projection was a small house built with red bricks—”Real Estate”;
The other projection was the mining area outside the small house.
“Use this Truth Soul Shard to upgrade the real estate, or to upgrade the Truth Mining Area?”
“Please choose.”
Shen Ye hesitated for a moment, then suddenly realized and couldn’t help but want to slap himself again.
—Too bad he couldn’t lift his arm!
The mining area was so dangerous, any monster could jump out and take a life.
Upgrade it again?
Wouldn’t that be even more terrifying!
He definitely had to play it safe first.
Build up the secure little house, provide himself with a guarantee, and then consider other things!
“Upgrade Real Estate.”
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Shen Ye silently chanted.
Following his will, the red brick house suddenly became a bit larger.
Its interior space also increased.
—Even the floor turned wooden.
So the upgrade means laying wooden floors?
That’s too ridiculous.
Shen Ye looked at the ordinary wooden floor, feeling it was not worth it.
Suddenly.
A line of faint glowing text appeared on the floor:
“When cultivating on the formal martial arts floor, the time flow ratio between inside and outside increases to:”
“Three months (inside): One day (outside).”
“Additionally, when cultivating on the martial arts floor, there is a certain probability of comprehending moves containing truth.”
“—Professional training ground.”
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