Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 512

5:30 AM.

Uncle Seven checked the sacrificial array, then pulled open the rolling shutter door.

Soon.

Early risers came for breakfast.

“Boss, two meat buns, a glass of soy milk.”

“Alright.”

“A bowl of beef noodles, an egg, and a soda.”

“Alright, alright, come in and sit.”

Uncle Seven greeted the customers warmly.

The breakfast shop was called “Uncle Seven’s Breakfast,” located in the middle of an alley, a rented storefront.

Behind the shop was a separated small courtyard.

Shen Ye sat in the courtyard, pondering everything that had happened before.

Just as he was thinking, Uncle Seven came in with a bowl of noodles and two fried dough sticks.

“Have breakfast.”

“I just had supper not long ago… Never mind, thank you, big boss. I’ll eat it in a bit.”

“Mmm, quickly regain your strength.”

Uncle Seven put down the bowl, placed the fried dough sticks across it, and hurried back to the front of the shop.

—More customers had arrived.

Shen Ye looked at his back, lost in thought.

Compared to yesterday, Uncle Seven’s aura was even stronger today.

He was healing his injuries by sacrificing through breakfast.

—As expected of a big boss, he could even think of this.

Then.

He also needed to think of a solution.

Although Uncle Seven’s breakfast shop was open, business was just average.

What’s more.

Even if business was good, he couldn’t always rely on him.

Making money.

This was an urgent matter.

—As long as the world hasn’t been destroyed, people need money.

Shen Ye pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead.

He had it!

He hurriedly pulled out his phone, logged into an APP, and started registering an account.

The instructions for the Bronze Man mentioned “cooking, washing clothes, writing novels, and guarding the house.” Three of these were not suitable for making money because the Bronze Man couldn’t show its face!

Only writing novels could be done while hiding its identity!

The Bronze Man was perfectly capable of this job!

Shen Ye successfully registered an account, opened the creation interface, and handed the phone to the Bronze Man.

“Type gently, my phone is very old, don’t break my screen,” Shen Ye said.

The Bronze Man nodded silently.

It took the phone and immediately started typing:

“The rain fell for a day and a night, and from the dead pit outside the barracks, a hand stretched out.”

Quite skilled!

Shen Ye watched for a while, and saw the Bronze Man typing furiously with both hands, and the sentences on the screen grew longer and longer.

It read quite smoothly!

Shen Ye was quickly drawn into the plot, read it in one go, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

This novel is pretty good!

Bronze Man, I’m counting on you!

—Uncle Seven is making breakfast, the Bronze Man is writing a novel, we all have a bright future.

Shen Ye was in a good mood, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat.

Seven or eight minutes later.

After finishing a bowl of noodles and two fried dough sticks, a line of faint shimmering text appeared:

“You have completed ‘Eating’.”

“All attributes currently increased by 0.3.”

Shen Ye clenched his fist.

His entire body felt a little stronger, and his movements were noticeably much more agile.

—This body is merely that of a mortal, it cannot get stronger too quickly, otherwise it will collapse.

Shen Ye sighed, staring absently at the Bronze Man typing.

The Bronze Man typed while holding up a sign:

“Don’t look at me, it affects my thoughts.”

Shen Ye’s mouth twitched, and he simply turned his head to look at the big tree in the courtyard.

He then fell into deep thought.

A few breaths later.

A crow flew over, landed on a branch, looked down at him, and spoke in human tongue:

“Mortal, you have committed a great sin, do you know that?”

“What sin?” Shen Ye asked.

“You killed our messenger and stole the immortal treasure. You deserve death,” the crow said.

“I want to ask, I can draw power from immortal treasures—how do you usually deal with someone like me?” Shen Ye asked.

“Naturally, we kill them!” the crow said hatefully.

“Then there’s nothing more to say, what do you want?” Shen Ye sighed.

“You’re dead!”

“But your people couldn’t beat me.”

“Hmph, this time it’s different. I am the executioner, in charge of the killing weapon. I will surely take your life!”

As the crow spoke, it spread one wing, which transformed into an arm, holding a black pistol pointed at Shen Ye.

A silencer was attached to the barrel.

Shen Ye raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Demons and monsters using pistols?

This was an angle he had never considered.

His current agility attribute was only 1.3, so he shouldn’t be able to dodge it.

But he still had 1.3 free attribute points.

He put them all into agility.

Then—

Shen Ye drew a fiery-red broadsword and slashed through the air.

Cloud Shadow Blade!

Clang clang clang clang clang!

Five shots were fired.

The bullets were all blocked by Shen Ye’s broadsword and deflected away.

“Can you block bullets?”

The crow was startled and hastily tried to fly away.

How could Shen Ye let it escape?

With a shake of his long blade, he unleashed a fiery blaze through the air, engulfing the crow.

The crow was immediately burned to ashes.

“What a pity.”

Uncle Seven’s voice came from behind, with a hint of regret:

“This thing had already developed sentience, it could have been eaten.”

“Where did they get the gun?” Shen Ye asked.

“Stolen,” Uncle Seven said.

The pistol fell from mid-air, was caught by Shen Ye, and then immediately placed into a door that had just appeared.

The Spiritual Door.

The obstacle of the door was “the distance for the pistol to return to its owner.”

Shen Ye placed the gun on the opposite side of the door, then closed the door, and the matter was done.

“Besides guns, do these guys have anything else?” Shen Ye asked.

“I’m not sure, I haven’t been here long—they shouldn’t be too powerful, probably,” Uncle Seven replied.

By this time, breakfast was over.

Uncle Seven finished tidying up, pulled down the rolling shutter door, returned to the backyard, brewed some tea, and chatted with Shen Ye.

“What are you plotting?” Uncle Seven asked.

“A way out,” Shen Ye said.

“First, we definitely need to gather enough source power to awaken the three ultimate creations,” Uncle Seven said.

“That’s difficult, isn’t it?” Shen Ye asked.

“Yes, they require an immense amount of source power, but if you don’t do it, you’ll never be able to leave this place,” Uncle Seven said.

Leaving this place.

Shen Ye raised a hand and pressed it into the void.

The Spiritual Door immediately appeared.

“Leaving isn’t difficult, but after entering here from the multi-layered universe, all my power seems to have been exhausted.”

Shen Ye said.

“The Scepter of Twilight is in the Void of Truth, perhaps waiting for us to return,” Uncle Seven said, shivering a few times.

Both fell silent.

Going to the Void of Truth—

It would probably be impossible for now.

The Scepter of Twilight had an owner, and that owner could use a spell of the twentieth tier of truth.

Going back would be suicide.

“By the way, when I absorbed that ceramic shard earlier, I had a vague feeling,” Shen Ye changed the subject.

“What feeling?” Uncle Seven asked.

“Before it shattered, it was a complete entity—a complete entity that was originally very powerful,” Shen Ye said.

Uncle Seven hesitated, “You mean…”

“—If such a powerful creation of truth couldn’t withstand the Great Calamity and was completely shattered, then how could our ultimate creations withstand it?” Shen Ye slowly said.

Uncle Seven was stunned, then sighed.

“If even the twenty-one ultimate creations in the Void of Truth can’t withstand it, all living beings there will die. What then?” he murmured.

Shen Ye said nothing, just subtly flickered his hand.

A ball of black flames floated at his fingertip.

The factor of destruction.

How to use it?

He didn’t know.

But, idle speculation here was meaningless.

“In any case, let’s first figure out a way to awaken one person.”

Shen Ye thought for a while longer, then continued:

“I’ll go inside, you keep watch for me. I need to do something that cannot be seen.”

“Alright,” Uncle Seven said.

They both stood up.

Shen Ye went straight into the room, while Uncle Seven stood guard outside with a wary expression.

Shen Ye paced back and forth in the room for a while, clarifying his thoughts, then reached out and placed his hand on the wall, muttering:

“Door.”

The Spiritual Door appeared on the wall.

Shen Ye opened the door.

He saw Xiao Yurong standing on the other side of the door.

“This is quite a trick, to be able to find me anytime, anywhere,” Xiao Yurong said.

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

“Go ahead.”

“I once enhanced my strength in the Eternal Brain. Why didn’t the Great Calamity come then?”

“Of course, it was because of me. I spent a great deal of effort to shield your life aura—don’t have any extravagant hopes, I consumed too much power for you, and received no reward,” Xiao Yurong said with a resentful tone.

“What reward do you want?” Shen Ye asked.

“To unlock the hidden secrets and treasures of the Eternal Brain, you should know that,” Xiao Yurong said.

“That might not be impossible, but I need you to cooperate with me on something,” Shen Ye said.

“You agree?” Xiao Yurong said delightedly.

“Let’s try cooperating. We both get what we need.”

…

On the set.

The film emperor Xie Lan took off his heavy armor, sighing exhaustedly.

He was here for an audition today.

He had given his best during the entire process just now.

But—

The director, producer, and investors didn’t seem too pleased.

He rubbed his temples, a faint bitter smile appearing on his face.

This film was too important.

The current environment for film and television was a veritable winter. To have such a large-scale, high-budget film was simply the focus of everyone’s attention in the industry.

No one could guarantee being selected.

The competitors were all formidable.

Although he was a film emperor, that was in the past.

Recently, several of his films hadn’t done well.

If he could get this role and then explode in the New Year’s box office, his career might pick up.

Otherwise, he would slowly have to step down to the second tier, making way for newcomers.

“Teacher Xie, where are you going?”

A staff member nearby asked.

“I’m going to the restroom, it’s fine, you all continue filming. My audition is over here,” Xie Lan said politely.

“Okay, you’ve gone the wrong way. The restroom is over here, just follow this path.”

The staff member enthusiastically pointed the way.

“Thank you.”

Xie Lan turned and walked in the direction he indicated, gradually leaving the set, turning a corner down a small path, and indeed saw the restroom.

Anyway.

With today’s matters concluded, he could finally rest.

The rest was up to fate.

As he thought this, he pushed open the door and entered the restroom, then suddenly froze.

The restroom—

It wasn’t a restroom.

It was a uniquely arranged filming set.

On this set, he could see damaged buildings, dilapidated cars, and swaying, dazed crowds.

A grand scene.

This film was indeed a big production—

But what was unexpected was that it even had sci-fi elements.

Xie Lan’s gaze fell upon the dazed crowds.

—Even the extras’ makeup and costumes were so lifelike, and these extras were clearly carefully selected.

Every zombie was so realistic.

So…

He had passed the first audition, and so he was directly led to the second one?

Innovative.

The director had great ideas.

—He had to perform well!

Xie Lan forced himself to cheer up, his expression changed, and he was in character.

Just then, someone handed him a knife.

“Hack them, remember to cut their necks, otherwise they’re hard to kill.”

Xie Lan took the knife and was stunned.

—Really chop?

What if people died?

He looked at the person next to him, and with just one glance, he trembled all over.

Amazing.

This person is amazing.

Just one look gives one an indescribable feeling… must be one of those with great public appeal.

This person has the potential to become famous!

So now they were both auditioning at the same time?

Xie Lan felt a natural fondness, and couldn’t help but ask:

“Really chop?”

“Really—watch me.”

The person took a few steps forward, and with a swipe of the knife across a zombie’s neck—

The zombie let out a miserable shriek, fell to the ground, flickered, and vanished into a ball of light.

It was a hologram!

What a grand production!

Xie Lan relaxed, a trembling expression appearing on his face, which then turned resolute:

“Kill!”

He roared, and fiercely hacked at another zombie with his long blade.

Blood splattered.

Half of the zombie’s head was cut off, clinging to its neck, about to fall off.

It wasn’t a hologram!

It was a person!

A person!!!

Xie Lan let out a shriek, then suddenly remembered that this was a film set, and perhaps they used other special effects props.

He simply went with the flow, acting out a frightened and fearful expression, retreating several steps until he hit the wall behind him, tears welling in his eyes.

“Don’t… blame me…”

He said in a trembling voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, an sudden epiphany arose in his heart:

“You bravely killed zombies in the apocalypse, obtaining the primary emblem ‘Seeker’ of the survival tier ‘Infinite Evolution’.”

“You will receive a source of power and embark on the path of ‘Infinite Evolution’.”

Endless power gathered from all directions, flowing into his body.

He was getting stronger!

Wait—

Isn’t this just acting?

Xie Lan endured the infusion of power, speechless for a moment.

Scattered applause could be heard nearby.

Xie Lan rolled his eyes and saw the person who had just put away his knife, standing by and applauding vigorously.

“I didn’t know you were so excellent at acting too.”

The person said with admiration.

“Hmph, I’ve been looking for you everywhere, I didn’t expect you to be hiding here,” Xie Lan said.

“No choice, this world is too tough to navigate,” Shen Ye sighed.

“Yes, it is,” Xie Lan sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he froze.

Why—

Why was he saying these things?

This person, did he know him?

A sudden sharp pain shot through his mind, causing Xie Lan to involuntarily clutch his head, letting out a painful groan.

After a long while.

Countless memories surfaced in his mind, gradually making him understand everything.

“Remembered now? Who am I?”

The man asked.

“You are Shen Ye.”

“Very good, this place is not suitable for staying long, let’s go back first.”

Shen Ye called Xie Lan and they both passed through the door, returning to the film set.

“How marvelous—I was holding it in, let me go to the restroom first, we can talk in detail when I get back,” Xie Lan said.

“Go ahead,” Shen Ye smiled.

Xie Lan rushed into the restroom, and after a while, he came out again, standing before Shen Ye, and sighed:

“So it was all a dream.”

“Not really a dream. If you die in the Void of Truth, you will also die on Earth,” Shen Ye said.

He carefully observed Xie Lan, noticing that after his awakening, his entire demeanor had changed.

If before he was merely an ordinary actor, now, after recovering his memories as Nangong Sirui, he exuded a unique aura that was a mixture of “strongman, noble young master, and inheritor of great martial arts.”

—He had completely transformed!

Just then, someone rushed over:

“Teacher Xie, the director would like you to do an additional audition. Is now a good time?”

“It’s fine—Shen Ye, wait for me for a bit, I’ll be right back,” Xie Lan said.

“Okay, no rush,” Shen Ye said.

Xie Lan followed the staff member back to the set.

A line of people watched him.

The director, who was at the front, smiled first and said:

“Xie Lan, it’s like this, the feeling you gave us this time is a great match, but we have a concern.”

“Please speak,” Xie Lan said politely.

“The swordsman you’re portraying has many scenes where he fights enemies, but your past roles have all been literary ones, you haven’t played this kind of character before.”

“Could you demonstrate some attacking and killing moves, so we can have a better idea?”

The director finished speaking in one breath.

Xie Lan listened attentively and immediately understood.

—So they were worried about his action scenes not being up to par.

“Are there any weapon props?”

He asked politely.

“No, just gesture freely, we just need to get a feel for it,” the director said.

“Okay—everyone, watch carefully, I have a long spear in my hand.”

Xie Lan said, holding his hands level at his chest, striking a pose as if holding a spear.

He held nothing in his hands, yet he gave everyone the impression that he was holding a weapon.

The next second.

He slowly raised his head and glanced at the crowd.

It was this glance.

For some reason, as everyone met his gaze, they felt a chill in their hearts, and a sudden goosebump-inducing shiver ran down their spines.

—Nangong Sirui was an existence who had slayed countless demons and monsters in the wilderness!

Now that his memories had awakened, all those countless battle experiences resurfaced in his mind.

He naturally exuded killing intent, as if he was inherently the young master of the Nangong family who terrorized his enemies!

He clasped his hands around an imaginary long spear, leaped forward, and roared:

“Die.”

He thrust his hands forward.

Everyone subconsciously felt a long spear in his hands, piercing towards them.

They were going to die.

—There was no way to dodge this.

They were really going to die!

“Ah!!!”

Everyone involuntarily screamed in unison, like startled birds.

Xie Lan, however, instantly retracted his murderous aura, stopped his movements, and revealed a friendly smile on his face.

“I’ll just perform this one move,” he said gently.

Everyone finally caught their breath, took a few moments to calm down, and exchanged glances.

“Excellent, absolutely excellent, Xie Lan, this role is perfectly suited for you.”

The director, excited, shouted loudly.

The producers, investors, assistant directors, and others all nodded in agreement.

That was truly intimidating just now.

That aura, that feeling.

—There was no one more suitable than him.

Outside the set.

Shen Ye stood with his arms crossed, waiting quietly, when lines of glowing small characters appeared in the void:

“Congratulations.”

“You have enlightened a person, causing them to become an extraordinary being.”

“You now possess the power of deification, and can awaken a certain true creation.”

“Selectable targets include:”

“Heavenly Court, Eden, Hell, Atlantis, Valhalla, Yellow Springs…”

A dense list of creation names appeared before Shen Ye.

Shen Ye fell silent.

These were all true creations shattered by the Great Calamity.

Which one to choose?

Tsk.

What if the Great Calamity came too quickly?

What if the twenty-one ultimate creations in the Void of Truth were also no match for the Great Calamity?

Shen Ye subconsciously raised his hand.

A cluster of black flames flickered at his fingertip.

This was the element of “Destruction.”

It.

Was the strongest.

Since there was a supreme peak to climb, why bother with other mountains?

Charlotte’s voice resonated in his ears once more:

“Find a new path, Shen Ye.”

“The barrier won’t last much longer.”

Yes.

Charlotte had already reminded him.

A new path…

Shen Ye retracted his fingers, and the black flame instantly vanished.

He declared:

“I choose myself.”