Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 517

Chapter 500: Shen Ye’s Counterattack

When Shen Ye and Xie Lan entered the house, they immediately saw the dinner spread on the table.

A beef hotpot simmering over charcoal.

A stir-fried fatty intestine, and a dish of scrambled eggs with chives.

Also, a spicy and sour shredded potato dish, and quail eggs braised with pork belly.

“Want a drink?”

Uncle Seven opened a bottle of white wine, filled three cups, then pulled out his phone and took a selfie with Xie Lan.

“I never thought I’d get to eat with a movie star, what an honor.”

After taking the picture, Uncle Seven, his eyes crinkling in a smile, began to edit the photo.

Xie Lan quickly replied:

“Not at all, you’re a big shot in the Void, the honor should be mine.”

“The Void is the Void, and here is here, they’re different,” Uncle Seven chuckled.

“I can’t just eat your meal for free—I brought you a little something, hope you like it.”

Xie Lan placed a toad ornament, holding a copper coin in its mouth, on the table.

“Bringing wealth from all directions?” Uncle Seven asked.

“Uncle Seven, that’s pure gold,” Shen Ye said from the side.

Uncle Seven’s smile widened.

He took the toad ornament, fiddled with it in his hands a few times, and immediately a brilliant and majestic white light surged from his body.

This white light lasted only a moment before completely merging into Uncle Seven’s body.

“Gold is the most proper sacrifice; it can help me recover faster—you’re very thoughtful.”

“If you like it, I’ll offer more sacrifices in the future,” Xie Lan said.

“Then thank you. Oh, and sign an autograph for me. I’ll go find that cultural shirt,” Uncle Seven got up and brought the shirt over.

Xie Lan signed his name carefully.

They took another photo.

“There’ll be plenty of time for photos later, I’m hungry, let’s eat,” Shen Ye said, rubbing his stomach.

“Alright, let’s have a drink together first, then you can try my cooking,” Uncle Seven said.

The three of them clinked glasses.

Shen Ye, in his youth, never touched alcohol.

Now, having returned to his young adult form, with this sip of wine, countless memories flooded his mind.

But first things first—

“I’m going to wash my hands, you two start eating,” he said, getting up.

“How are things going for you?” Uncle Seven continued to pour wine, asking casually.

Shen Ye, walking towards the restroom, said:

“I was planning to continue exploring, but I haven’t rested in too long and I’m a bit tired—plus, I need to think about my next strategy, so I came back.”

He left the living room.

Soon, the sound of running water could be heard from the restroom.

While washing his hands, Shen Ye opened his phone, logged into his bank account again, and entered his password.

A line of information appeared on the phone screen:

“Your available balance is: 1,000,001 yuan.”

One million.

Shen Ye steadied himself.

This was on the real Earth!

He could buy the latest, most fashionable sneakers!

Eat at the restaurant on the top floor of the mall!

Go all out and spend big in a game!

Shen Ye suddenly slapped himself, whispering:

“Worthless…”

“Why are you hitting yourself?” the Parasitic Empress asked curiously.

“Just a million, and I’m already getting ahead of myself—after all, this is the real world, and I’ve never held this much money in reality,” Shen Ye said in a self-mocking telepathic voice.

“With your talent, making money is easy,” the Parasitic Empress said.

“I was just thinking out loud; now I have more important things to do,” Shen Ye shook his head.

“By the way, where’s the Boat of Chaos?” the Parasitic Empress asked again.

“I forgot it on the other side of the ‘barrier’.”

“Forgot? Do you think it will accept that excuse from you?”

“Whatever it thinks, only I can pass through the ‘barrier’ anyway—this is to prevent it from discovering you’re still alive,” Shen Ye said.

“Hmph… consider it lucky,” the Parasitic Empress said.

“What did you do?” Shen Ye asked.

“The moment it tried to sneak attack me with its ram, I manipulated a critical component inside its hull—that component should be damaged by now.”

“I want to take advantage of its weakness and finish it off,” the Parasitic Empress said, full of murderous intent.

“Fighting outside the Eternal Brain would trigger a true catastrophe of destruction, and we’d all be wiped out,” Shen Ye persuaded.

“Bring it back,” the Parasitic Empress said.

“Fight such a battle on Earth? Sister, I beg you, let’s kill it later if there’s a chance, just let Earth exist peacefully, okay?” Shen Ye said.

“I’ll give you face, but remember, when it comes to killing it, I will be the one to strike.”

The Parasitic Empress said.

“All right,” Shen Ye agreed.

In the living room.

Xie Lan picked up a slice of pork belly with his chopsticks, ate it, then took a sip of white wine with a slurp, praising, “This dish is really good, I should have two more bowls of rice.”

“Are you very tired today?” Uncle Seven asked him.

“I didn’t do anything,” Xie Lan said, feeling relaxed.

“Hmph, doing nothing, that’s indeed a wise choice of yours,” Uncle Seven said.

“Is that considered wise?” Xie Lan wondered.

“From a combat ability standpoint, you’re currently useless. Prioritizing increasing your strength is paramount—you are indeed very wise,” Uncle Seven said, raising his cup.

Xie Lan also raised his cup, muttering in a low voice:

“Is he praising or scolding me…”

Shen Ye returned at this moment, sat back down, ate a few bites of food, and raised his cup to drink with Uncle Seven.

Uncle Seven put down his wine cup and smiled, “Are you done today?”

Shen Ye slapped his head, stood up, and went back to the restroom.

“He’s really busy,” Xie Lan said, looking at Shen Ye’s retreating figure, thoughtfully.

“Being busy is good. The current situation isn’t great. If he gives up, I think we’ll all die,” Uncle Seven said.

Xie Lan fell silent for a few moments, then suddenly picked up the wine bottle, refilled Uncle Seven’s cup, and said respectfully, “Uncle Seven, can I cultivate under your guidance?”

“What’s wrong? Your Yaksha technique is quite interesting, and its lineage is ancient. Why bother an old man like me?” Uncle Seven asked.

“The Yaksha inheritance I received in the World of Truth is actually only a part of what humans possess.”

“It’s said that the Yaksha inheritance was divided among five races, each holding a portion.”

“I haven’t cultivated it completely.”

“So, I’d like to ask for your guidance, to use your insight to help me see how I should develop next.”

Xie Lan said sincerely.

—This was also the decision they made after Shen Ye discussed it with him.

Xie Lan needed to become stronger, to exert his power in the subsequent events, and he had to quickly improve his strength.

At the same time, if he had the guidance of an expert like Uncle Seven, he would progress even faster!

Uncle Seven fell into contemplation, not speaking for a moment.

Xie Lan handed over a piece of paper.

“What is this?”

Uncle Seven asked.

“A cemetery mountain in the suburbs. I secured a 20-year operating right for it. Now it’s yours, Uncle Seven,” Xie Lan said.

“Cemetery mountain…” Uncle Seven was a bit confused.

“People pay respects to their ancestors on cemetery mountains, which is essentially burning paper and placing offerings on the mountain, equivalent to holding a sacrificial ceremony for the mountain’s owner,” Xie Lan explained.

Uncle Seven’s eyes sparkled with intensity, and he couldn’t help but ask, “How did you think of this?”

“Shen Ye suggested it,” Xie Lan said.

“Good, indeed quick-witted, a natural doer, no wonder even the Parasitic Empress is willing to serve him.”

Uncle Seven put away the contract, thought for a moment, and said:

“There’s one major problem.”

“Please tell me.”

“Transforming into a Yaksha will be terrifying. You’ll need a special uniform, like Superman and Batman.”

“…Uncle Seven, that’s not important,” Xie Lan said.

“That’s the most important thing! It can elevate your positive image!” Uncle Seven said.

“But what does that have to do with getting stronger?”

Xie Lan asked helplessly.

Uncle Seven said nothing, just reached out and tapped Xie Lan’s brow.

Xie Lan froze in his seat as if struck by lightning, unable to move.

“The complete inherited technique of Yaksha, which I have hidden for 860 million years, I now pass on to you.”

“But remember, you are a human, not a Yaksha.”

“Even if one day you become a supreme expert, the positive image of humanity can condense countless laws and the desires of all beings, helping you achieve great things.”

Xie Lan’s expression flickered, and he couldn’t help but say, “Uncle Seven, I’m still far from that level.”

Uncle Seven “hmph”-ed, shaking his head and saying, “Why don’t you understand? Many things need to be planned ahead, to start doing now to have an effect.”

“It is said that when the rooster crows, the world turns white. Why not a black chicken, or a hen?”

“You must prepare immediately.”

Xie Lan, feeling the massive amount of Yaksha inheritance knowledge surfacing in his mind, asked again, “What do you think I should do?”

“Like this,” Uncle Seven said.

Xie Lan looked down and saw that he was already wearing a blue and red uniform with a long cape on his back.

“This is what a hero looks like,” Uncle Seven commented with emotion.

“Uncle, for this Superman outfit, we haven’t bought the domestic copyright, and the price will be hard to negotiate,” Xie Lan said.

Uncle Seven waved his hand, disdainfully saying:

“Do you think this is acting? You’re going to be a real superhero in reality, not in the movies!”

Reality…

Xie Lan was speechless.

He stood up and walked to the mirror, looking at his reflection, a little hesitant.

Being Superman in the real world?

This was too crazy.

“Grow up quickly, we need your strength.”

Uncle Seven babbled on, picked up a piece of braised pork for himself, and ate it with great pleasure.

In the restroom.

Shen Ye was doing something else, however.

Just now, his End Mark had transmitted an unusual fluctuation.

It was like some kind of intermittent signal.

Soon.

A voice sounded in his ear:

“Can you hear me?”

“Opposite destruction servant, we have locked onto your location, please respond immediately.”

“Otherwise, we’ll kill you.”

The voice carried an inexplicable aura of arrogance.

Shen Ye hadn’t spoken yet when a young girl suddenly appeared on the windowsill beside him, staring at the End Mark, her eyes filled with disdain.

Su Su!

She reached out and touched the End Mark, then immediately said:

“The other party can’t possibly reach here; at most, they can only reach places that have been destroyed—they’re just trying to scare you with words!”

Shen Ye immediately understood.

Su Su could parasitize all existing entities, discerning all their structures and operational methods.

What she said was definitely true.

“Is there something?”

Shen Ye asked the emblem.

“According to the divination, you are the closest person to Morpheus. You must investigate and see how he died.”

“I refuse,” Shen Ye said.

“Kid, if you don’t know what’s good for you, when you get to the Castle of Ending in the future, we’ll make sure you can’t live and can’t die!”

“Alright, alright, I’m scared of you guys, I’ll go right now,” Shen Ye said again.

Su Su stared at him with wide eyes, as if she couldn’t believe he immediately caved in after being threatened.

Shen Ye ignored all this, shaved his beard in the mirror, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and put on some fragrant lotion.

After finishing his ablutions, he finally said to the emblem:

“I have a small discovery.”

“What? Speak quickly, what exactly did you discover?” the other side immediately asked.

“A recording that mentions Morpheus,” Shen Ye said.

“Hand it over—you can set up a transfer with the emblem, send the item directly to Duke Greed, quickly!” the other side urged.

“How much is the reward?” Shen Ye asked.

He held a brand new phone in his hand, a familiar expression on his face.

Su Su pouted.

“You dare to ask for a reward?” the other side’s volume increased.

“This place is very hard to find, full of flesh and blood everywhere. It took me a lot of effort to find this,” Shen Ye said.

“No reward. If you don’t want to die, hand it over,” the other side said flatly.

“That’s a pity. I searched very diligently. If there’s no payment, there’s no need for us to continue talking,” Shen Ye said.

He glanced at Su Su.

Su Su pressed the emblem with her hand.

Communication disconnected.

“Money-grubbing fellow,” Su Su said.

“Better than wanting nothing, right?” Shen Ye smiled.

“Let’s eat. Later, I’ll teach you how to negotiate with others,” Su Su said.

“Wait a moment,” Shen Ye said.

“Wait?”

“Yes.”

The next second.

The End Mark sent another communication request.

Connected.

That voice once again emanated from the emblem:

“200 destruction points at most, any more and you can just wait for death.”

Su Su glanced at Shen Ye, then telepathically whispered:

“I checked the trading post, this amount of points is only average. You can ask for a bit more.”

Shen Ye, however, waved his hand and smiled, “Deal, once the points arrive, I’ll immediately give you the recording.”

The other side said nothing.

But a sound rang out from the End Mark.

“The points have arrived.”

Su Su transmitted.

Shen Ye understood, reached out and pressed the wall, opening a spiritual door, and stepped through.

He had returned to the depths of the Eternal Brain.

—Which was where Morpheus’s body was buried.

At this moment.

His aura suddenly changed.

Su Su immediately noticed Shen Ye’s change.

“Who do you want to kill?”

She looked around.

Shen Ye’s expression turned cold, and he said, “That Crown of Destruction has three functions.”

“First is to enhance skill level;”

“Second is to obtain a ‘Demon King’ appearance;”

“The third is a trap, to notify those who want to eliminate Morpheus that they intend to hand me over, proving their innocence in this matter.”

“That’s right,” Su Su nodded.

“These three powers have all been integrated into the Eternal Brain by me, and you can control it,” Shen Ye continued.

“That’s correct,” Su Su acknowledged again.

“Good.”

As soon as Shen Ye finished speaking, the End Mark sounded again:

“The points have been given to you. I want to see that recording related to Morpheus.”

“Of course.”

Shen Ye pulled out a phone, tapped a few times, and a recording immediately played:

“Who is it? Who killed that greedy Morpheus?”

“None of us dared to kill him; after all, his family members are not to be trifled with.”

“Now we’ve finally caught a hothead—”

“Come on! Don’t even think about running away!”

“With the endless power of destruction we’ve set up, come before me and let me hand you over.”

—This was a passage from when the trap was activated!

The other side, thinking they had victory assured, spoke a little too much.

And Shen Ye recorded it!

After the recording finished, a crying female voice suddenly echoed from the End Mark:

“No, my Morpheus, you were actually harmed by them.”

Immediately followed by a fierce male voice:

“Morpheus might not be dead. I need to verify the authenticity of this recording first—don’t rush to cry.”

“Hey, kid, can you reveal your coordinates?”

Su Su looked at Shen Ye.

“This is an already destroyed world. The destruction cultists have a way to get here,” she transmitted telepathically.

“Give him the coordinates,” Shen Ye said.

Su Su then manipulated the End Mark.

“Absolutely no problem, my coordinates are open, please come over,” Shen Ye said.

“Alright,” the voice from the emblem disappeared.

At this moment.

Shen Ye immediately gave Su Su a look.

“Release ‘Devil King’ on me, then activate that trap.”

He transmitted telepathically.

Su Su’s expression was somewhat complex. She pressed her hand to the ground, activating the trap hidden on the Crown of Destruction.

At the same time.

Shen Ye transformed into a humanoid being three meters tall.

The face of this “Demon King” was obscured by a grey iron-chained hood, completely unidentifiable, and his entire body was wrapped in a black cape, not revealing a single trace of his aura.

The two waited in silence.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

A voice resounded in the surrounding void:

“Hahaha, what good luck, has someone activated that teleportation again?”

—It was the voice from the recording!

Indeed, they were still waiting for someone to take the blame!

This event.

They must have tampered with it, causing Morpheus harm.

However.

These people dared not face the forces behind Morpheus, so they set a trap.

If it truly had nothing to do with them—

Or, if they had the ability to erase all evidence, why would they set up such a trap to prove their innocence?

Therefore.

Shen Ye resolved not to endure this slight any longer.

The last time that trap was activated, he was almost sent over as a scapegoat!

How innocent.

How irritating!

“Who’s speaking?” Shen Ye asked in a muffled voice.

“Brother, don’t get excited. If you can enter the Eternal Brain, you must be like us, a servant of destruction,” the other side said.

“That’s right, I’m a servant of destruction. Are you too?” Shen Ye asked.

He glanced at Su Su.

Su Su shook her head.

He then continued, “I’ve only recently joined the ranks of the great destruction. Where are you guys?”

The voice sounded again, tinged with joy:

“We are your companions, currently at the Castle of Ending. This is where all the servants of destruction gather.”

“Can I go there?” Shen Ye asked.

“Of course, in fact, you don’t need to do anything, we’ll complete the teleportation immediately!” the other side said.

Shen Ye looked at Su Su again.

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Su Su shook her head again.

Shen Ye opened the door and left, then opened the door and came back.

“Excuse me, something happened here just now. Are you still here?”

He asked.

The voice on the other side immediately said, “What happened? Don’t move! The teleportation we painstakingly set up for you was interrupted!”

“There was a large-scale tremor here just now, so I dodged,” Shen Ye said, his face calm but his tone anxious:

“Please wait a moment, the tremor here will take a few more minutes to end.”

“Then—then make sure you don’t run around, otherwise we won won’t be able to complete the long-distance teleportation,” the other side warned, worried.

“Understood!” Shen Ye said.

After dozens of breaths.

Su Su’s expression suddenly shifted; she nodded to him, and transmitted telepathically:

“There’s a teleportation fluctuation, and the people coming are very strong and fast,” Su Su said.

No need to ask.

At this moment, people plunging into the Eternal Brain and heading straight here according to the coordinates provided—

They must be Morpheus’s backing forces.

“Alright,” Shen Ye immediately said loudly to the emblem, “Hurry up and teleport me over, I’m afraid it’ll tremor again in a bit!”

“Please bear with us, reconnecting the teleportation will take some time,” the other side replied.

“Okay, I’ll stay right here, not going anywhere,” Shen Ye said.

He took off the End Mark from his chest and placed it on the flesh and blood wall.

A spiritual door subtly opened.

Shen Ye stepped through, beckoning Su Su.

Su Su also stepped through the door.

The door closed.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Several men and women radiating powerful destruction auras appeared exactly where Shen Ye had just stood.

“My lord, look.”

One person pointed at the End Mark on the wall.

The group looked at the emblem.

The next moment.

An excited voice echoed from within the emblem:

“It’s done!”

The voice resonated endlessly in the dark abyss of flesh and blood.

This voice—

It was precisely the voice from the recording.

“It’s our old friend, that Marquis!”

The leading man spoke in a playful yet murderous tone.

Everyone nodded.

The truth had come to light.

At this moment.

Powerful teleportation fluctuations appeared around the End Mark.

The leading man suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the End Mark.

The others understood and all gathered around.

They all stood together, preparing to attack.

The last communication sound came from the emblem:

“You really stood still there—come over and be the scapegoat!”

“Haha!”

Whoosh—

Teleportation began!

The entire battle team was teleported away.

On the other side.

Su Su followed Shen Ye into the living room, looking at Uncle Seven and “Superman” at the table.

Shen Ye found a bowl in the cabinet, dished out some rice, and placed it on the table.

“Come, let’s eat together. This is Uncle Seven, this is Xie Lan—did you change your clothes?”

He looked at Xie Lan in surprise, then quickly greeted the girl behind him.

“You two, this is Su Su, our partner.”

He explained to Uncle Seven and Superman.

Uncle Seven’s eyes flashed with surprise, and a kind smile immediately appeared on his face.

Superman didn’t show much, but perhaps because of his uniform, he felt a bit awkward, though he politely nodded.

Su Su originally didn’t want to join.

But thinking about the smooth revenge operation just now, she suddenly sighed.

“Alright, alright, eating is eating.”

“Let me be clear, I’m only here for the meal, don’t think of anything else.”

“Hey, I was kindly inviting you to eat, don’t get the wrong idea,” Shen Ye said, annoyed.

“If you don’t get it wrong, I naturally won’t either.”

The girl lowered her head, picked up the white wine bottle, and filled her own cup.