Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 546
byShen Ye squatted on the railing of a building’s rooftop, overlooking the entire city.
It was past midnight.
But in the pitch-black city, there was an eerie feeling.
Looking east—
The aura of destruction from this half of the city shot straight into the sky.
But looking west, one would find that the western part of the city was still ordinary human society.
…Was the battle confined to this city?
Why did both sides have such an unnatural understanding?
Unfathomable.
But there was no time for that now.
He had to complete his mission first.
Shen Ye’s gaze swept over the eastern half of the city.
—This area was occupied by the Destruction faction.
The statue of the Main God—
That’s where he needed to start.
Shen Ye gripped his Tu Yu Saber and observed in silence for a while.
At several key transportation nodes in the city, the aura of destruction seemed particularly strong.
Why?
Was the placement of the statue intended to form a defensive network?
Shen Ye thought for a few breaths, then suddenly moved, flying towards a certain hub center.
The Ship of Destruction transformed into a phantom and followed closely behind him.
One person, one ship, they exuded an overwhelming aura of destruction.
This aura was a testament to their identity, ensuring that no one attacked them along the way.
A few minutes later.
Shen Ye landed in the plaza of a middle school.
“Whose subordinate are you?”
A destruction servant demanded.
—The plaza was filled with fully armed destruction servants, each holding weapons and looking at Shen Ye.
Shen Ye, however, was looking at the statue in the plaza.
Endless destructive power emanated from the statue.
It was this statue!
“Whose subordinate are you?” Shen Ye demanded.
Perhaps his aura was too strong, as the other party could only reply:
“We are subordinates of the Lord of Death Drake, guarding the statue here.”
“Where is your lord?” Shen Ye asked again.
“Gone to battle—who exactly are you, sir?” the other party asked.
“Don’t ask whose subordinate I am, because you’re not qualified to hear his name.”
Shen Ye said.
The crowd immediately erupted in an uproar.
The leading destruction servant shouted:
“You’re too arrogant—what do you want here?”
“I want that statue,” Shen Ye said.
“This statue was brought here with great difficulty by activating a teleportation array to provide power to the Main God. What does that have to do with you?” the destruction servant said.
So that’s how it is.
This was the True Realm.
Even with Earth as an anchor, for the Main God of Destruction to fight here, they still needed these statues as a medium to draw destructive power from beyond this world.
Shen Ye pondered in his mind, then said:
“My mission is to find the statue. This is a military order, apologies, everyone.”
He strode towards the statue.
“Everyone, stop him,” the opposite destruction servant shouted.
The crowd surged forward.
Shen Ye drew his Tu Yu Saber with one hand, moving against the crowd.
The long saber swung high—
Heaven-Shaking Slash was held back, not yet unleashed.
An invisible truth suppression instantly descended.
All the destruction servants froze in place, unable to move.
“That’s more like it. If we handle things amicably, wouldn’t everyone be happy?”
Shen Ye held the saber in one hand and pressed the statue with the other, lightly retracting it.
The statue was immediately placed into his storage ring.
The entire school fell into a dead silence.
Everyone was suppressed by the true power of the twenty-first order, completely unable to move.
Shen Ye turned and left.
Before that Lord of Death Drake returned, he needed to leave quickly and complete his mission first.
Before leaving the school, his heart stirred, and he suddenly activated his new phrase.
Faint small words immediately appeared:
“You used the phrase ‘Most Familiar Stranger’.”
“Current chosen relationship: stranger.”
The small words vanished.
Shen Ye looked at the crowd, only to see confusion on their faces.
It was as if they had become utterly unfamiliar with everything about themselves.
It seems—
The phrase effect was good.
The next second.
Shen Ye’s figure flickered, disappearing into the vast night.
After a few breaths.
The destruction servants in the school all regained their ability to move.
Then, a figure rushed in, landing on the playground.
This was a muscular man in full armor, holding a bloody spear, who roared:
“What happened, where’s our statue?”
“My lord!”
Everyone knelt on one knee, shouting in unison.
“Who took our statue?” the muscular man roared furiously.
“…” Everyone.
“Speak!” the muscular man shouted again.
“…” Everyone.
The muscular man was puzzled. He grabbed a close subordinate beside him and said in a deep voice:
“You speak.”
“My lord, it was a stranger,” the subordinate reported.
“A new face? Hmm, no wonder you’re reacting this way.”
The muscular man let go, stretched his body, and continued with killing intent:
“What did he look like?”
“I don’t know, my lord.”
“Any distinguishing features? What moves did he use?”
“I don’t know, my lord.”
“Which way did he go?”
“I don’t know, my lord.”
The muscular man slowly turned his head, looking at the confidant.
The confidant knelt on the ground in fear, pleading:
“My lord, that person was too unfamiliar, I have no memory of him at all!”
The muscular man looked at the others around him.
Everyone knelt down.
“I really haven’t seen him, my lord.”
“I truly have no impression, my lord.”
“I can’t remember either, my mind is blank.”
“He was a stranger, my lord!”
The savage killing intent on the muscular man’s face disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity:
“So that’s how it is.”
“It seems the opponent possesses some ability that transcends the usual boundaries of combat…”
“This is not your fault!”
Everyone thought about it, and it was indeed true.
—If the opponent didn’t have such an ability, why couldn’t they remember anything, only that he was a stranger?
“My lord, what do we do now?”
The confidant asked.
The muscular man sneered and said, “He tricked you while I was away, and now he thinks he can get away scot-free?”
He thrust his long spear into the ground and pulled something out of his pocket.
Everyone looked closely.
It was a metal box with an electronic screen.
“Technology is the most fragile, but sometimes it can work wonders—”
“I hid a tracker at the base of the statue.”
“As long as the statue reappears, I can use this tracker to find that thief!”
The muscular man pressed a switch, saying proudly.
“My lord is wise!”
“My lord is wise and mighty!”
Everyone immediately shouted in unison.
At this moment, the tracker’s screen lit up.
—The location of the statue appeared!
The muscular man’s spirits lifted, and he immediately gathered a few capable subordinates, shouting:
“Follow me, let’s go kill that thief!”
“Yes!”
Figures departed from the school.
They passed through skyscrapers, crossed streets, bypassed a fiercely contested park, and finally arrived at the computer city.
“Is this it?”
“The tracker shows it’s here.”
“Go!”
Everyone rushed into the computer city.
All the computers on the first floor of the computer city had their screens lit up.
—But there was no one there.
Everyone was a little confused, but still followed the tracker’s instructions to a certain table.
On the table.
A disassembled tracker was neatly placed.
The muscular man trembled.
—He’s been exposed!
Impossible!
The clash between destruction and reality is a battle of extremely high levels.
In such an epic decisive battle, secretly using technological artifacts is an extremely unseemly and truly despicable and contemptible method!
Besides himself, who else could have thought of this move?
The muscular man grabbed the tracker, just about to speak—
He saw all the computers in the entire mall simultaneously begin to play joyful music.
On every screen, a line of continuously flowing large characters appeared:
“Congratulations!”
“The clown is you yourself!”
Crack.
The tracker was crushed.
The muscular man’s face was gloomy, he whispered:
“Very good, you have angered me.”
“I will find you, no matter the cost.”
On the other side.
Church.
The statue had been properly placed.
“Is this okay?”
Shen Ye asked.
“We still need to activate the corresponding position to allow the essence of destruction to descend from beyond the world barrier,” Ning Yunyu said.
She swiftly chanted a spell, casting a magical art.
After a few breaths.
Whispers of destructive power emerged from the void, descending upon the statue.
“It worked this time.”
Ning Yunyu said joyfully.
“Is it that difficult for the Main God to acquire a destructive power source?” Shen Ye was a bit puzzled.
“The Main God possesses an extremely vast amount of destructive power; generally, such cross-world blessings aren’t needed at all.”
Ning Yunyu explained, “The main reason is that this opponent is one of the top creations in the True Realm, and the consumption of destructive power will be very high.”
“So the Main God must bypass the world barrier to acquire a channel for replenishing power.”
Shen Ye nodded, understanding a little better.
At this moment.
A pleasant sound suddenly rang out from the token.
Shen Ye took out the token and looked at it.
Two lines of small text had already appeared on it:
“Mission accomplished.”
“Please guard the church in place, protect the statue, and do not make any mistakes.”
“Loss of the statue results in annihilation!”
The two breathed a sigh of relief.
Gallian’s trap was finally broken.
—Now, they only needed to guard the church to pass the test.
Suddenly.
A voice came from the church entrance:
“I was wondering who it was, turns out it’s that woman who crawled out of the abyss of destruction.”
A brawny, muscular man in battle armor walked in.
Behind him, seven or eight destruction servants drew their weapons.
“Lord of Death Drake?”
Ning Yunyu said in surprise.
Shen Ye glanced at her, and she immediately understood, quickly transmitting her voice:
“‘Lord of Death’ is the commander of armed forces beneath the emissaries, for example, my ex-husband was at this level; emissaries are higher, and above them are the Main Gods.”
“Understood,” Shen Ye transmitted back.
“By the way, our statue—”
“It’s theirs.”
As the two quickly conversed, the Lord of Death Drake on the opposite side had already spoken:
“Frankly, I don’t care about you and your man’s business, and I’m glad he’s dead.”
“What are you doing here?” Ning Yunyu asked.
“Stop pretending, that statue is mine, you and your subordinates stole it!” the Lord of Death Drake roared.
“Go, summon the artisans again and make another statue, Drake,” Ning Yunyu said.
“So, this one? You’re saying I gave it to you?” Drake said with a cold laugh.
“Because the Artisan Corps didn’t respond to our summons, if we lose this statue, we will be annihilated,” Ning Yunyu said sincerely.
Drake’s eyes darted around, then he realized:
“I see…someone is trying to set you up…you had no choice but to steal my statue.”
“Precisely,” Ning Yunyu said frankly, “It wouldn’t be difficult for you to ask someone to create another one, but if you insist on fighting us for this statue, then we will have to fight to the death.”
“You took my statue, are you not even willing to say a word of thanks?” Drake asked.
“Thank you, Drake, you’ve saved my life this time,” Ning Yunyu said with a smile.
“Words are meaningless, how about this—”
“Kill that pretty boy by your side, and this matter is settled.”
Drake said suddenly.
Ning Yunyu paused, and Shen Ye also looked over in surprise.
Drake made a gesture.
His subordinates drew their weapons and quickly spread out, surrounding the three of them.
Shen Ye smiled, about to speak, but was held back by Ning Yunyu.
“Why kill him?”
Ning Yunyu asked.
“No reason, I just find him irritating—you kill him, the statue is yours, and I’ll leave immediately,” Drake said.
Oh, you find me annoying?
I find you annoying too!
Shen Ye grinned, about to draw his saber, but was again held back by Ning Yunyu.
Ning Yunyu sighed.
“Drake.”
“What?”
“Do you think I’d be fooled by a man a second time?”
“Only your ex-husband would betray a beauty like you. Listen to me, I’m not lying to you, as long as you kill him—”
“Enough! If I kill him, then you and your subordinates will only have to deal with me, and the statue will be yours, and I will be at your mercy, won’t I?”
Ning Yunyu’s hand was still on Shen Ye’s hand, gripping it tightly.
Shen Ye could only let her hold him.
But this scene was seen by Drake opposite them.
A trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he said hoarsely:
“Queen of Destruction, I always thought you were a very aloof woman, but I didn’t expect you to have a pretty boy.”
Queen of Destruction Ning Yunyu did not reply.
She drew out a pair of dark, flaming claws from the void, placing them on her hands.
“Leave, or die, Drake.”
“Woman, I hate being threatened the most—”
Both disappeared simultaneously.
Only Shen Ye remained standing, a trace of daze on his face.
Ning Yunyu kept holding him back.
It seems she knew the man opposite harbored designs on her.
She believed it was her problem.
—So she didn’t let me move, she moved herself.
Tsk.
Shen Ye somewhat helplessly drew his long saber.
Alright.
He had only recently grasped the ‘restrained’ saber techniques, a good chance to test them.
The surrounding destruction servants charged forward.
Leading them was a胖子 with a heavy hammer, who roared and lifted his dual heavy hammers high, smashing them down with all his might at Shen Ye.
Saber—
The Tu Yu Saber met it lightly, touching the hammerhead with its tip.
The entire heavy hammer, along with its wielder, flew backwards, smashing through the wall, soaring far away like a meteor, gradually disappearing.
“…Beware of his saber!”
Everyone reminded each other.
Three destruction servants stood in a row, all beginning to chant spells in unison.
The others, seeing this, immediately retreated a few steps.
Shen Ye, however, showed a thoughtful expression.
That saber strike just now—
Although all its power was restrained, showing no trace of power fluctuations, the strike still created too much commotion.
Could it be restrained further?
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Can the power of the Heaven-Shaking Art be compressed to the extreme?
“The spell is done!”
“Pretty boy, die!”
The voices of the destruction servants pulled Shen Ye’s thoughts back.
He looked up.
Only to see a spell of destruction transform into a dark flame wall dozens of meters high, sweeping towards him.
Unavoidable!
Shen Ye took a step forward, wielding his saber to cut from top to bottom.
Heaven-Shaking Slash—
But no power was evident on the long saber, only the sharpness of the blade flashed with a hint of cold light.
Clang!
The saber was sheathed.
The overwhelming dark flame wall dissipated into the void, extinguished.
No sound whatsoever.
No strong, boisterous, large-scale destructive power was evident.
The destruction servants were stunned in place.
This destructive flame wall technique required three people to cast it together, chanting spells for several seconds, before it could be released.
Once the spell was complete, victory was almost assured.
However—
The opponent just swung his saber once, and the destructive flame wall was extinguished?
How was that possible?
Opposite.
Shen Ye lowered his head, quietly savoring the sensation of that saber strike.
Two lines of faint small print flashed by, but did not attract his attention:
“Throughout your long combat career, you have begun to consolidate all saber techniques, integrating them according to your own ideas, and forging your own path of saber art.”
“Everything was like water flowing into a stream, and you entered a deep state of enlightenment.”
The small words arrived silently, and departed quietly, as if they knew not to disturb him.
The entire world seemed to become viscous and sluggish, and time and space became a kind of interference, like external objects that could be completely ignored, flying away from his thoughts.
Shen Ye concentrated on contemplating saber techniques.
Seriously speaking—
Having studied saber techniques for so long, he had never considered what his own saber style was like.
So.
What was his style like?
A destruction servant retreated far away, raised a crossbow, and continuously shot crossbow bolts.
Shen Ye didn’t even look up, just lightly ‘attached’ his saber forward.
One by one, the crossbow bolts seemed to come to life, like swimming fish, drawn by the sharp edge of the long saber.
Slash.
The blade, like a lover’s gentle caress, wiped away the power from the crossbow bolts.
Swoosh—
The crossbow bolts fell to the ground.
Every single crossbow bolt was completely intact.
—They had simply lost their lethal power.
Everyone was stunned.
“What kind of saber technique is this…”
Someone muttered in a daze.
Indeed.
The saber was sharp, and the arrows were equally sharp.
Yet he could do such a thing?
Shen Ye raised his saber, a glimmer of understanding in his expression.
Actually, he didn’t have any strong sense of being a powerhouse.
What a powerful figure.
On the planet of death, the eighth and ninth layers of the Dharma Realm were top-tier formidable.
At the Grand Dao Palace, the tenth-odd layers of the Dharma Realm were barely acceptable.
Now he had witnessed firsthand the battles between the Eternal, Destruction, and True Realms—
In battles of this caliber, even ordinary powerhouses were mere ants.
When would it end?
If only his saber could transcend all of this.
Solve the problem.
Then.
Lie down and rest.
Shen Ye held his saber horizontally.
Countless afterimages appeared behind him.
—Dharma Appearance Descends: Wrathful Heavenly King Aspect!
This was Shen Ye’s exclusive Dharma Aspect, awakened only after further understanding the Heaven-Shaking Slash!
In the past, when this move was unleashed, illusory figures would rise from his back, holding ethereal blades, spreading in all directions to meet the enemy.
But this time it was different.
All the figures merged with Shen Ye.
He looked like an overlay of a thousand shadows, as if countless individuals were superimposed.
An inexplicable aura emanated from him.
“Hey, don’t come up, you’ll die.”
He called out to the destruction servants opposite him.
Logically speaking.
Such words would be equivalent to provocation, and the other party would immediately retort, then surround him and attack together.
But this time it was different.
No one felt any provocation; instead, they felt that his words came from sincerity.
After witnessing those two saber techniques just now—
Everyone felt that his words were true.
—Can that even be called a saber technique?
It had already transcended the usual boundaries of saber techniques, completely rising to a level of power unknown.
“We are not your match,” one person said with conviction.
“But we will still wait here,” another said.
“Waiting for our lord and your superior to decide the victor,” the third person said.
They all retreated.
Everyone put away their weapons and stood by the church door, waiting in silence.
Shen Ye gave them a thumbs up, then looked up.
On the high wall of the church.
The Lord of Death was still battling fiercely with the Queen of Destruction.
Perhaps sensing the commotion below, the Lord of Death Drake forced Ning Yunyu back with a move, and with a flicker of his figure, he charged straight down towards Shen Ye.
“Go to hell, pretty boy.”
He grinned cruelly, swinging his long spear, preparing to unleash his full-power strike.
Those destruction servants loudly warned:
“My lord, be careful!”
“His saber technique is somewhat sinister!”
“Be extremely careful of his saber!”
Among the many voices, there was a strong sense of worry.
This further inflamed Drake’s ferocity.
Saber technique?
Watch how I kill you until there’s nothing left!
The long spear transformed into a lightning bolt, swiftly piercing, straight towards Shen Ye’s chest.
In a flash of lightning—
Shen Ye swung his long saber to meet the sharp lightning.
But beside him, another voice rang out triumphantly:
“Good opportunity!”
A figure suddenly flashed.
—Main God Emissary Gallian!
He held a dagger glowing with dark light, thrusting it towards Shen Ye’s heart.
However, at this moment.
A person stood in front of Shen Ye.
Ning Yunyu!
She intended to use her own body to block the Main God Emissary’s full-power strike for Shen Ye!
It sounds slow.
But that moment passed after all.
The flying lightning spear was deflected by Shen Ye’s saber, planting firmly into the wall.
As for the Main God Emissary Gallian’s full-on sneak attack—
Thud!
A dull thud.
Gallian was sent flying, rolling dozens of meters on the ground before stopping.
A figure appeared beside Shen Ye.
He wore a pair of black gauntlets, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes swirling with bottomless rage.
“How many years has it been, and the emissaries of destruction are still this unpresentable.”
“Nevermind.”
“I bestow upon you the punishment of being torn apart by chariots.”
The faint candlelight in the church illuminated his face.
—Xu Xingke!
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