Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 513
byIf nothing can stand against destruction—
Why not use the power of destruction?
This logic is so simple and clear, yet throughout history, almost no one has achieved it.
Ordinary people simply cannot reach this point.
As for the strong ones—
When they reach that level and witness the great power in the void, they crave to become the masters of ultimate creations.
For example, the big shots of Truth Stage Seventeen.
Even if a creation is destroyed and turns into fragments, beings still try to extract the source power from those creation fragments.
There’s nothing wrong with that.
But—
Who ever thought of awakening themselves as a truth creation?
Even if a handful of people had this thought, it would be impossible to achieve.
Because you must possess such a truth creation!
So, throughout history, no one has awakened themselves in this way, treating themselves as an ultimate creation to improve.
Shen Ye, however, had long dabbled in this!
Not only that—
He could also merge with the element of “destruction.”
—Because he had that growing descriptor!
At this moment.
As he made his choice, black flames representing “destruction” suddenly surged into his body.
Lines of faint glowing text appeared in the void:
“You are beginning to awaken yourself.”
“The ‘destruction’ element you obtained has, thanks to the Truth Stage Eight descriptor ‘Vampire Ancestor,’ been completely integrated into the ‘Real-Time Strategy Base,’ causing it to undergo extreme evolution and enter the awakening phase.”
“Your truth creation ‘Real-Time Strategy Base’ has completely evolved into a destruction-aligned creation, and its old name no longer conforms to its true essence.”
“Before everything begins, you need to rename the ‘Real-Time Strategy Base.'”
Rename it?
Shen Ye was a little surprised.
Just by absorbing the “destruction” element, the truth creation needs renaming? That’s quite particular.
But then again, the Dharma Realm and Truth Void are extremely serious and meticulous about “names.”
—It’s like if Taoist priests appeared in the Garden of Eden and later occupied it, it would have to be renamed the Eden Taoist Temple.
This is perfectly reasonable.
So.
What name should it be?
Shen Ye hesitated.
A name must be worthy of its true nature to be recognized and unleash its power.
The Real-Time Strategy Base has gained the power of “destruction”…
—Should it be called “The Destroyer of Great Calamity’s Path-Paver”?
Or “Destruction Vanguard Expert”?
No.
Too fawning.
We use the power of “destruction” not to curry favor with the Great Destruction Calamity.
Look at “Valhalla,” “Eighteen Hells,” “Heavenly Court”—which of those creations doesn’t have an impressive name?
Destruction…
Destroyer Alliance?
Not quite, sounds like a rip-off.
I really can’t think of anything.
Besides, the name shouldn’t be too grand, or it might not last long.
Then let’s just pick a most ordinary name.
A flash of inspiration suddenly struck Shen Ye.
—The name of a truth creation in the void can be discovered by others.
Since that’s the case.
“The name shall be ‘Vanguard Reconnaissance Team 1, Fifth Army, Eternal Annihilation Legion, under the Throne of Endless Destruction.'”
Anyone who sees it will know that I have a large force backing me.
Who dares to challenge me!
Yes, that’s the name!
Shen Ye felt a surge of satisfaction.
Accompanying his will, the corresponding prompt indeed appeared in the void:
“Name has been changed.”
“The ‘Real-Time Strategy Base’ has been renamed to ‘Throne of Endless Destruction.'”
Shen Ye was stunned and quickly said:
“That’s not right, there’s still ‘Vanguard Reconnaissance Team 1, Fifth Army, Eternal Annihilation Legion, under the’—did you just swallow that whole long line?”
New faint glowing text appeared:
“Only the first six characters of the full name are worthy of the name Destruction.”
“Therefore, necessary deletions were made.”
“This name has been recognized by the Dharma Realm and Truth.”
All the small text vanished.
Shen Ye couldn’t help but scratch his head, feeling a bit like he had overplayed his hand.
He had intended to invoke a vague, ethereal entity to bolster his prestige and make others wary.
But now he had to bolster himself?
This was awkward.
Yet, faint glowing text continued to appear:
“Truth creation name has been finalized.”
“The ‘destruction’ element you currently possess has caused a mutation in the Mining Factory.”
Shen Ye looked towards the factory.
He saw that the mining robots had all transformed into combat-type mobile suits.
They tirelessly attacked the Truth Mine.
Each attack increased the amount of resources collected.
—No more mining!
Now, just attack (destroy) is enough!
“One person has been enlightened and appointed to guard the Mining Factory.”
“You and the single person you enlightened both possess ‘destruction’-type power:”
“Destruction Siphon.”
“Description: Any destruction and slaughter of anything will be transformed into your attributes.”
“The destruction and slaughter carried out by the enlightened one will also bring you attribute gains.”
“You need to enlighten and deify more beings.”
“This is to transform more buildings.”
“At the same time, you need more ‘destruction’ elements.”
Shen Ye withdrew his attention.
At that moment, Xie Lan had just finished his audition and walked out of the set.
“Acting used to be the most important thing in my life, but now that I know everything behind this world, I no longer have a life goal,” Xie Lan said with a complex expression.
“Does life need a goal?” Shen Ye asked.
“Doesn’t it?” Xie Lan stared at him.
“Does it?” Shen Ye shrugged.
“Well, now I feel a bit like Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly; I don’t know if I’m Nangong Sirui or Xie Lan,” Xie Lan sighed.
Shen Ye patted his shoulder and said seriously:
“You can choose—if you want to continue being an ordinary person, turn around and leave now, go back to your set, and from now on, everything in the void will be my responsibility, and nothing will concern you.”
Xie Lan’s expression hardened, and a struggle appeared in his eyes.
“You think about it first; I have some private matters to attend to, and I’ll come back and ask you later.”
Saying this, Shen Ye lightly stepped a few times on the wall, jumped onto the fence, and flipped over.
On the other side of the fence.
He landed in the alley, looking at a few burly young men opposite him.
The young man leading them spoke:
“A human has awakened. We’re here to test him as per custom. Show us the way.”
Shen Ye was a little surprised.
These people didn’t recognize him.
It seems they weren’t the same group as last night.
“Show the way, or get out of the way.”
Seeing him silent, the other party said somewhat impatiently.
Shen Ye smiled and said:
“From today onwards, awakened humans do not need to accept your tests.”
“Which powerful bigshot said this? Or is it a statement from the Demon God Palace? We haven’t received this news,” the leading young man asked.
He looked a bit fierce, his facial features contorted as if he was always ready to pick a fight.
Shen Ye pointed to himself and said, “I said it.”
“You?”
“Yes, if there’s nothing else, leave now, and don’t come back.”
“I hate seeing weak humans acting arrogant the most—go, kill him, I haven’t had any fun yet today.”
Several young men charged towards Shen Ye.
Shen Ye grinned.
Although his attributes weren’t high, his combat experience was solid.
This level of combat—
Just as he was about to make a move, his expression suddenly shifted, and he stopped in place.
A pair of gleaming fist blades dropped from the fence, piercing through the leading young man and hoisting him high.
Xie Lan!
He wore a Yaksha mask, and a muffled voice came from behind the mask:
“I hear you want to test me?”
The young man let out a miserable scream, suddenly transforming into a hyena, uttering unwilling sounds:
“Dare to lay your hands on us, your only fate is death!”
Xie Lan’s killing intent erupted, and he forcibly split his hands.
A cold light flashed.
The hyena was instantly dismembered into several sections.
Blood splashed, staining the white Yaksha mask with blooming flowers.
“Quite fast, did you think it through?”
Shen Ye chuckled.
“The me in the dream is the real me,” Xie Lan said.
Faint glowing text suddenly appeared before Shen Ye:
“The first person under the Throne of Endless Destruction has committed slaughter.”
“Through ‘Destruction Siphon,’ his overall attributes have increased by 0.3. As the master of the throne, your overall attributes have also increased accordingly.”
Shen Ye felt a new surge of power flowing through his limbs and bones.
As those young men charged up, he stepped forward, side by side with Xie Lan, and met the enemies with hand-blades.
Both were masters in the void.
Shen Ye, using the power of the Shadow Blade Master, specifically targeted shadows.
Xie Lan moved like a ghost, emanating tendrils of coldness, each strike taking a life.
In just a few breaths.
All the young men transformed into hyenas and were slaughtered by the two.
Only severed limbs and broken bodies remained in the alley.
A pool of blood.
“How does it feel?” Shen Ye asked.
Xie Lan looked at the sharp blades in his hands and said coldly:
“It’s boring. It would be nice if some stronger ones came.”
Shen Ye smiled, and with a pleased expression, said, “Xiao San, welcome back, but for now, you should continue acting.”
“Why?” Xie Lan asked.
“Our organization has just been established. We don’t have much money, not even enough to eat.”
“That bad?”
“—I just returned from the void, okay?” Shen Ye said with an innocent expression.
“That’s fine. Earning money is my job now. I want to continue improving my strength,” Xie Lan said.
“Leave your phone number with me. I have to do something first. Once it’s done, I’ll contact you.”
“Okay.”
The two exchanged contact information.
Shen Ye cleaned up the corpses on the ground, opened the door, and left.
Xie Lan stood there, slowly removed his mask, and with a light leap, jumped over the wall and landed on the small path outside.
He lowered his head, walking out in deep thought.
The nanny van was waiting for him.
“Brother Lan!”
The assistant rushed over, whispering, “A few big bosses have spoken. They said they want you to sit down at the Golden Sands Club to discuss the script for this main role.”
“Which ones?” Xie Lan asked.
The assistant quietly named a few, then looked at him cautiously.
The expected rage and scolding did not appear.
Xie Lan’s expression was calm, and he lightly licked his lips, saying, “That’s good.”
“Good?” The assistant thought he had misheard.
Those big bosses controlled half of the entertainment industry. If one didn’t obey, they would either be blacklisted or framed.
Even if Brother Xie had climbed to his current position, he couldn’t contend with them.
This trip was bound to be a trap.
But Brother Xie said “good”?
“That’s right—I understand now. Life is like a dream; one should live as if dreaming,” Xie Lan patted the assistant’s shoulder and got into the car first.
Life is like a dream…
What did that even mean?
Was Brother Xie losing his mind?
The assistant paused, suppressed the worry in his heart, and quickly followed him into the car.
“To Golden Sands.”
Xie Lan spoke.
The nanny van quickly drove away from the set.
Just twenty minutes later.
Xie Lan was sitting in a private room at Golden Sands, crossing his legs, lighting a cigarette, with a gentle smile on his face.
“Xiao Xie, for you to get this role, Brother Xiong put in a lot of effort.”
“That’s right, Xie Lan, you need to thank Brother Xiong properly.”
“Many roles, if you don’t play them, plenty of others will. Why did they ultimately choose you? It’s because Brother Xiong spoke up.”
Several respected bigwigs in the film and television industry spoke.
“Thank you, Brother Xiong. I will definitely do my best in this show,” Xie Lan raised his glass.
The corpulent man at the main table, with a pitted face and tinted sunglasses, waved his hand and laughed:
“No problem, we’re all family. The lead role is definitely yours, but my brother, you also need to save face for me, right?”
“As Brother Xiong commands,” Xie Lan drank it all in one gulp.
“Good!” The man called Brother Xiong was in a great mood, clapped his hands and said, “I knew my brother was a stand-up guy. To be honest, I have something to ask of you, brother.”
“Please speak, Brother Xiong.”
“Come with me tonight. I have a few scripts at home, and I’d like to discuss them in depth with you.”
“No problem!” Xie Lan smiled.
Brother Xiong immediately burst into laughter, lifted his glass, and drained it:
“Hahaha, you’re a straightforward man. Everyone, anything else you want to ask our Best Actor Xie, quickly speak up!”
The group grew serious, dismissed the waiter, and one of them lowered his voice:
“For this show of yours, some parts require going abroad for filming. At that time, someone will specially contact you to bring some things back.”
“Things?” Xie Lan repeated.
“A batch of goods—the very valuable kind,” that person chuckled.
Several people stared at Xie Lan.
Xie Lan, however, seemed nonchalant, leaning back in his chair, legs crossed, one hand hanging over the back of the chair, looking utterly debauched.
“If the big brothers instruct me, I’ll do it. I won’t ask about anything else,” he declared.
“Is that really so?”
“What’s there to say? The big brothers are supporting me, I can’t be unappreciative, can I?” Xie Lan chuckled.
On the hand hanging behind the chair, a few Yaksha masks suddenly appeared.
In an instant.
The masks all vanished.
At the dinner table.
One person suddenly looked unwell, stood up and said, “You all chat. I’m going to the restroom.”
He then walked out the door.
The others didn’t mind, continuing to discuss details with Xie Lan, who listened attentively.
That Brother Xiong got up and came to sit beside him, pouring him wine and urging him to drink more.
Suddenly, two more people left, clutching their bellies.
A moment later.
Another person got up and left.
Soon.
Only Xie Lan and Brother Xiong remained in the room.
Brother Xiong, having navigated the underworld his whole life, suddenly became vigilant:
“What’s going on?”
He took out his phone and called the first person who had left.
The call connected quickly.
“Hello, Old Li, what’s wrong?” Brother Xiong asked.
“Upset stomach—ouch, the food today must have been bad. Brother Xiong, are you alright?” Old Li’s voice came from the phone.
Brother Xiong inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his beer belly, and said:
“I’m fine, but those few others have all gone out.”
“Oh, Brother Xiong, I won’t talk now. I’ll drink three punitive cups after I use the restroom.”
The other end hung up hastily.
Brother Xiong relaxed and continued to pour wine for Xie Lan:
“Come on, my brother, I actually had high hopes for you a long time ago, but you always avoided me. Alas, you’ve finally come to your senses.”
Xie Lan didn’t say anything, picked up the glass, drank the wine, and placed the empty glass back on the table.
“Good! My brother is truly a heavy drinker. Come, another glass.”
The wine was filled again.
Xie Lan drank it dry again.
Keep pouring.
Keep drinking.
An entire bottle of wine emptied.
Brother Xiong couldn’t help but wipe the sweat from his forehead, his expression changing slightly.
There was medicine in the wine.
But this Xie Lan drank an entire bottle and seemed perfectly fine.
Furthermore.
None of the people who went out had returned.
Brother Xiong couldn’t resist making another call, which was quickly answered.
“Hello? Old Li?”
A high-pitched, thin voice replied:
“Hehehe, Brother Xiong, I’m already in hell. Come quickly.”
“Stop fooling around—talk properly!” Brother Xiong snapped.
But the phone was hung up.
Brother Xiong wiped the sweat from his forehead and dialed again.
Old Zhang’s voice came through the receiver:
“Brother Xiong?”
“It’s me, are you alright?”
“No,” the other side seemed a little perplexed.
“You went to the restroom. Why haven’t you come back yet?” Brother Xiong quickly asked.
“Oh, that. Because we’re already dead, all in hell. Those ghosts said they’re waiting for you to arrive before they can start the execution,” the other side explained seriously.
Brother Xiong subconsciously hung up the phone.
His whole face turned pale, and he turned to look at Xie Lan beside him.
“Brother Xiong, what’s wrong?”
Xie Lan asked, puzzled.
“Brother, I’m sorry. You’re a magnanimous person, please spare me this one time. I will never dare again,” Brother Xiong stood up and bowed.
Xie Lan also hastily stood up, waving his hand, “Brother Xiong, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”
Behind him, a fiendish grimace suddenly appeared, staring fixedly at Brother Xiong.
Brother Xiong screamed and turned to rush out of the private room.
As he opened the door, he saw a row of human heads on the floor outside.
—The heads of those who had just eaten with him were neatly arranged on the ground, all looking at him.
“Alright, it’s your turn.”
“Brother Xiong, I died such a terrible death. Come quickly and join me.”
“Brother Xiong, let’s die together.”
“We’re just waiting for you!”
Blood spilled all over the ground, and the heads began to speak.
Bang.
Brother Xiong closed the door and turned to look at Xie Lan.
Xie Lan smiled and greeted,
“Brother Xiong, come, let’s continue drinking.”
At this, Brother Xiong’s legs gave out, and he fell to his knees with a “thud,” kowtowing repeatedly.
“Spare me.”
“Please, spare my life.”
Blood flowed from his forehead.
But he didn’t notice that several Yaksha faces had appeared behind him, each opening its mouth and targeting his hands and feet.
Xie Lan suddenly felt a touch of emotion and said:
“Brother Xiong, let me tell you a secret.”
“—I am actually Nangong Sirui, the young master of the Nangong family in this generation.”
Brother Xiong’s face was filled with confusion.
The Nangong family?
Never heard of it.
Xie Lan shook his head:
“Forget it, you don’t need to know too much. You only need to know one thing.”
“You are going to die.”
The next second.
A heart-wrenching scream echoed from the private room.
…
On the other side.
Shen Ye opened the door and landed on the other side of the barrier.
“Come out.”
“We agreed, you help me mask my life fluctuations, and I help you explore the secrets and treasures of the Eternal Brain.”
“Now I’m here.”
“Hey, where are you?”
He called out a few times, but no one appeared.
The entire void was pitch black.
The Eternal Brain hidden in the darkness was no longer wriggling.
It was utterly lifeless.
Something seemed off…
A chip suddenly appeared from the void and landed in front of Shen Ye.
Several small characters were carved on the chip:
“Insert into your phone to display.”
—So thoughtful?
Shen Ye picked up the chip and looked at it, indeed finding a port.
He inserted the chip.
A voice immediately rang out from his phone:
“I don’t know why, but the Great Destruction Calamity suddenly erupted. It deemed me a form of life and thoroughly destroyed me.”
“Only this chip, as my archive, was left behind.”
“No one else could have found this chip.”
“Only you—you opened the door and came to find me, so you could pinpoint it.”
“Take me with you.”
“This is my last archive.”
“Please.”
All sounds ceased.
Shen Ye was startled.
No way.
—You stayed in this world for hundreds of millions of years without a problem.
How did you suddenly get destroyed today?
Did the Great Destruction Calamity suddenly become more powerful? Or was there another reason?
As Shen Ye was contemplating, faint glowing text gathered before him:
“Congratulations.”
“As an extension of the Great Destruction Calamity, you have unearthed the hidden vitality in the current world—”
“Artificial intelligence.”
“Your actions have made the destruction of the calamity even more thorough.”
“You have received a reward from the Great Destruction Calamity—”
No.
Wait a minute.
I only brought Nangong Sirui here to do a mission!
You can’t just assume I’m—
“Clang!”
A sudden sound erupted in the void.
Shen Ye looked up, only to see a brand new descriptor appear above his head:
“Mole.”
Followed by lines of explanation:
“You infiltrated the Eternal Brain as a mole, eradicated the artificial intelligence hidden within, and made immense contributions to the Great Destruction Calamity.”
“—This descriptor is the Dharma Realm’s recognition of your actions!”
Shen Ye’s mouth hung open, momentarily speechless.
Hey!
I haven’t even explained yet!
How did you all conclude I was a mole!
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