Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 562

Void City.

In the center of the city stood a tall building.

At the top of the tall building.

There was a small room, with all four walls white, covered with invisible white runes.

The room was extremely plain, with only a tea table.

On the tea table was a portrait.

—It was a portrait of a child about seven or eight years old.

Brodie, the City Lord, knelt before the portrait and respectfully said:

“Great Main God, today I saw someone perform the ‘Breaking All Things, Annihilating Worlds, Double Slash Secret Record’, and they used the third move.”

“It was the complete third move.”

“—Perhaps our prying into the abyss has incurred the wrath of the Lord of the Abyss, who sent someone to warn us.”

“I have temporarily stalled them. Please instruct me on what we should do next.”

He knelt motionlessly, his hands beginning to form a hand seal.

Once the hand seal was complete—

His report would be fully delivered to the Main God!

At the same time.

At the auction house.

In an extremely luxurious office.

Shen Ye dismissed two female secretaries, three capable subordinates, four financial assistants, and eight auction managers.

Closing the door.

He walked directly to the large floor-to-ceiling mirror and gazed at himself.

Today, he had used the double slash.

This was because he truly had no other destruction-type moves.

—If he used other moves, he would be exposed.

Only the double slash.

He had won, of course, but he couldn’t quite grasp the change in attitude of the crowd and even the City Lord.

In fact.

He knew nothing about the power structure of the destruction faction.

To understand everything, he pursued “levels” and wanted to obtain more information.

He had to get past this hurdle.

However—

The double slash seemed to have exceeded both his and the opponent’s expectations.

To survive, and to regain the initiative, there was only one way now.

He looked at the mirror.

In the mirror, his eyes suddenly glowed with a fine, sandy golden light.

Divine Skill: Strings of Destiny!

This move still possessed the power of the Glimmering Sand Eye, allowing him to see the past and the future.

In an instant.

Shen Ye saw the mirror filled with endless golden sand, forming a series of sand paintings.

In the heart of the destruction abyss, a figure soared into the sky.

It was battling another figure.

Their battle shook the heavens and earth, destroying everything around them.

At the same time.

In Void City, the auction house was besieged by countless professionals.

He could no longer stay there and could only open a door, swiftly departing from the destruction faction.

More quicksand surged, turning black, beginning to construct an even more ominous scene—

“Ugh…”

Shen Ye suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes and couldn’t help but groan.

In an instant.

All the quicksand scattered.

The future could no longer be seen.

Blood flowed from his eyes, slowly dripping onto the ground along his cheeks.

He covered his eyes, feeling a wave of dizziness.

Lines of faint glowing text immediately appeared:

“The future you glimpsed has a strong connection with the incarnation of the Catastrophe of Destruction, causing a backlash.”

“For a period of time, you will not be able to use the Glimmering Sand Eye.”

The incarnation of the Catastrophe of Destruction.

That was the Main God.

His strength was insufficient and he couldn’t glimpse the future related to them at all.

Therefore, he suffered a backlash!

Shen Ye took a breath, his expression becoming serious.

This seemed rather bad.

What was the origin of this double slash technique, to cause so many uncertain futures, and even that extremely ominous black quicksand—

He had to figure this out.

He absolutely couldn’t make an inglorious exit as depicted in the quicksand.

If that happened, he would never be able to seize the initiative again and would only be waiting for a beating in the World of Truth.

Seize the initiative…

There was too little information.

He had to look again!

Even if it was just to get a tiny bit more information!

But his eyes couldn’t be used again!

What to do?

He got it!

Following Shen Ye’s thought, the Duck, far away at the bottom of the destruction abyss, immediately sensed it.

“Is that so? You want me to take a look with the Glimmering Sand Eye?”

The Duck mumbled, and suddenly, based on Shen Ye’s idea, a new thought emerged.

“Divining the future is extremely dangerous and very prone to backlash.”

“Instead of that, it’s better to look at things that have already happened; you can still get a lot of information!”

“And I don’t need to look at myself!”

“Because I don’t know anything, looking at my past and future is both dangerous and yields no results.”

“If I’m going to look, I’ll look at Brodie, the City Lord of Void City!”

“He’s not a Main God, but he controls the entire Void City; he must know something!”

As the Duck thought this, a door opened.

Shen Ye threw his phone over.

The Duck caught the phone and habitually tried facial recognition, but it failed.

—Right, he was a duck now!

He had no choice but to enter the password.

The phone opened.

The video of Shen Ye’s battle earlier appeared before the Duck’s eyes.

In the video.

Brodie stood not far away, as an observer, silently watching Shen Ye battle with Locken.

Alright!

It’s him!

The Duck stared intently at Brodie, golden quicksand appearing in his eyes.

—I’m not looking at the Main God!

I’m looking at a human!

And he’s a man!

This can’t be restricted content too, right!

Endless quicksand began to outline scenes, but the scenes quickly smoothed back into a flat sea of sand.

Nothing appeared.

No.

It should be said that the past of this City Lord of Void City was protected by some power.

He couldn’t see it!

What kind of person had this ability?

—The Main God.

The Duck’s heart sank.

The opponent had already taken protective measures beforehand.

So he couldn’t get any information!

Tsk.

This was truly troublesome.

The Duck was silent for a breath, then suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the top of Brodie’s head.

The Main God would think to protect the information of important subordinates.

This was plausible.

But could the Main God have anticipated that a subordinate would suddenly gain a new attribute?

The Duck sneered, and with a slight thought.

Lines of faint glowing text immediately appeared:

“You have activated ‘Strings of Destiny’, using it to divine and evolve the Twin-Bladed Whip of Destiny, causing Brodie to gain a destiny-based negative attribute.”

Brodie’s body radiated faint glowing threads.

These were the threads of destiny.

Every thought, intention, and even word and deed of a person would create threads of destiny, pulling them towards their destined fate.

All the threads flew up, condensing into a keyword above Brodie’s head:

“Judas.”

“A follower who handles affairs for the Main God and is deeply trusted by the Main God. Having experienced countless trials and tribulations and achieved numerous merits in a storm of blood, his judgment is unaffected by any matters. However, he possesses a peculiar obsession with collecting money.”

“When you tug on the ‘Strings of Destiny’, this person’s desire for money will be infinitely amplified, even making him do unreasonable things for it.”

What are you waiting for!

The current situation was dangerous and strange, and he, the Duck, was completely in the dark, lacking even basic knowledge of the destruction faction.

Use the keyword.

Immediately!

Golden threads flashed in the Duck’s eyes, spiraling together, and he tugged hard—

On the other side.

Demon’s Nest, Void City.

Shen Ye immediately sensed the situation.

He took out his emblem, directly connected to City Lord Brodie, and then quietly waited for the call.

In the center of Void City.

At the top of the tallest building.

In the small room.

Brodie had already formed the hand seal and was about to activate the sacrifice to transmit his information to the Main God—

Beep beep beep beep!

A series of urgent beeps.

The emblem on his chest trembled and made a sound.

Who?

He had clearly said no one was allowed to disturb him.

—Who would disturb him at such a moment?

Seeking death, perhaps.

Brodie sneered and simply activated the call request on the emblem.

Shen Ye’s voice immediately rang out:

“Respected City Lord, I have something to tell you.”

“Please speak,” Brodie said.

“Who owns the previous profits of the auction house?” Shen Ye asked.

“Of course, whoever is responsible owns it—don’t worry, as City Lord, I am absolutely fair and will not allow anyone to disrupt your auction house.”

Brodie controlled his speaking speed, trying to make his tone gentle and reasonable, and even showed a slight smile on his face.

—Some people, during a call, can sense the expression of the person on the other end.

Facing this outsider—

Brodie believed he had acted perfectly.

“I have a suggestion.”

Shen Ye said.

“Please speak,” Brodie said.

“The profits of the auction house, we split them fifty-fifty,” Shen Ye said.

Brodie quickly said, “How can that be? It’s clearly your property, how can I—”

“No need to say more. I won’t be in Void City often in the future, and I need City Lord to help look after it. This kind of thing will definitely require effort.”

“It’s only right to give you half of the operating profits,” Shen Ye said.

Before Brodie could speak, he added:

“I’ll stay here for a month, then I’ll leave—I’ll draw up a contract when I go.”

“If I don’t come back in three years, the auction house will be yours.”

Brodie’s attention was indeed captured. His tone no longer held that “sincerity” but carried a hint of surprise:

“You’re leaving? Where are you going? Do you need my help?”

Shen Ye naturally replied:

“To be honest with you, I actually serve the Primordial Spirit of Destruction. It requires me to do many things, so I won’t stay in Void City for long.”

Brodie nodded slightly.

Yes.

This kid could indeed summon a Primordial Spirit.

Primordial Spirits were the purest and oldest spirits, capable of communicating with the Catastrophe of Destruction, and even had a symbiotic relationship with the Catastrophe.

Following the Primordial Spirit, he naturally had his own path to follow.

Then.

Regarding the auction house…

A considerable portion of Void City’s revenue depended on the auction house!

If he could share in the profits, that would certainly be cause for celebration. And if he could eventually take complete control, that would be an even more ideal outcome.

“It’s settled then. I’ll have someone draft the contract and send it to your office, City Lord.”

“Everyone makes money together, after all. I’m not one to hog it all.”

“Please look after the auction house in the future, City Lord.”

After Shen Ye finished speaking, he proactively disconnected the call.

Brodie held the emblem in his hand, dazed for a moment, then suddenly sneered.

Seeking his protection?

Did he really think that in this world, money could grant omnipotence?

“Go, bring that registrar. I have some questions to ask him personally.”

He said to the emblem.

—No need to rush reporting to the Main God right now.

He’d figure things out first.

Before long.

The staff member from the “Destruction Servant Registration Office” was brought before Brodie.

“Respected City Lord!”

The registrar trembled all over, knelt on the ground, and bowed repeatedly.

Brodie reached out and pressed his hand against the man’s forehead, uttering a low command:

“Don’t move.”

Magic activated.

Everything the registrar had experienced appeared in Brodie’s mind.

Soon.

He saw the scene of Shen Ye summoning the Primordial Spirit.

“It’s real…”

Brodie murmured.

“Sir,” the registrar said nervously.

“Hmm, you did a good job, but you shouldn’t have taken money for it. That’s like helping outsiders exploit loopholes in our Void City,” Brodie said.

He tightened his grip.

The registrar didn’t even have time to scream before his body burst into a ball of flames, crackling and burning until nothing was left.

Brodie’s tightly drawn brows relaxed slightly.

If the other party truly represented a Primordial Spirit of Destruction, then he indeed wouldn’t stay long in Void City.

The Catastrophe of Destruction and the Primordial Spirit were in a symbiotic relationship.

The Catastrophe needed the other’s service.

—In other words, this kid had every means to obtain great benefits and great opportunities.

Conversely, there was no conflict of interest with himself.

“Sir.”

A subordinate knelt outside the door.

“Speak,” Brodie said.

“Here is the auction house contract and the profits from the last three months.”

A small pouch and a contract were presented.

Brodie picked up the pouch, weighed it, and then his gaze swept over the contract.

He hesitated for a few seconds, first putting away the contract, then pulled out his emblem.

“City Lord, what are your orders?”

Shen Ye’s voice soon rang out from the emblem.

—A very natural tone, even with a hint of respect.

This should be a very confident person.

Brodie suddenly laughed, and asked with great interest:

“Little brother, how is it that I hear you are a noble servant of the Primordial Spirit?”

“I am indeed,” Shen Ye said.

“Truly a hero in the making—when will you look out for an old brother like me, so I can also get in on the action?” Brodie said.

His smile vanished, his eyes turned cold and tyrannical, yet his tone remained gentle and friendly.

He had, after all, fought a battle with him.

—And a few of his own men had died.

If this kid held a grudge—

He would definitely refuse.

And even if he became powerful later, he would come back for revenge!

In that case.

Today would be his death day.

Shen Ye’s voice came through the emblem:

“That’s not a problem, because the Primordial Spirit gets various tasks from the Catastrophe.”

“Those tasks are extremely difficult, and I can’t complete them alone.”

“It would be best if big brother could come and help.”

“I wouldn’t have to painstakingly choose strangers anymore.”

He explained it extremely sincerely.

Indeed.

Judging from the history of other Primordial Spirits, this was indeed the case.

—This kid was willing to bring him along!

Then he definitely didn’t care about the previous battles.

“Alright, let’s leave it at that for now. I have other matters to attend to. We’ll have a drink later.”

Brodie said.

“No problem, I await your esteemed presence at any time,” Shen Ye said.

The communication ended.

Brodie strode out and said to the waiting subordinate outside:

“How many people were involved in sending the two Soul Reapers to kill that kid?”

“Three,” the subordinate said.

“Kill them all, immediately,” Brodie said.

—He must not admit that he had sent people to kill him afterwards.

Everyone who knew about this matter must die.

As for this subordinate—

Brodie patted the subordinate’s shoulder and said in a deep voice:

“Don’t let anyone see—for this kind of thing, I only trust you in the entire Void City.”

“Yes, sir!”

The confidant spoke gratefully, saluted earnestly, and retreated to carry out the task.

Brodie let out a satisfied sigh.

This man was his trusted confidant, very capable and loyal, having handled many unspeakable matters for him.

Very well.

After this matter is settled, he will be given a proper burial.

A faint, dim light suddenly illuminated the room.

Brodie’s expression changed, and he immediately re-entered the room, closed the door, and set up layers of restrictions.

He quickly knelt, crawling on his knees towards the portrait, and respectfully saluted the boy in the painting:

“Main God above.”

“Hmm, has anything happened recently?” the boy in the portrait asked.

Brodie opened his mouth to speak, but for some reason, his mind was filled with the image of that contract and a whole bag of gems.

Yes.

He was just a dog to the Main God.

Just like his subordinates, who could be silenced by him at any time—

The Main God could also crush him at any time if he found him ineffective, or even if he simply disliked him.

He had worked diligently for so many years!

Now, at last, an alternative path lay before him.

—If that kid was lying, he could still report it to the Main God later.

But now—

“Everything is normal, great Main God.”

Brodie said respectfully.

“Hmm, that’s good. Any movement from the destruction abyss recently?” the boy in the portrait asked.

“I sent some people over, but they can’t observe it as freely as usual, sir,” Brodie reported truthfully.

“The Lord of the Abyss has been very erratic lately. Any tasks related to it are temporarily canceled, understand?”

The little boy instructed.

“Yes,” Brodie said respectfully.

“You’ve always done well. I hope you continue to serve loyally, and don’t lie to me even a little bit, understand?”

“Subordinate understands.”

“Very good, I’ve given you a chance, now die.”

Before Brodie could react, his body suddenly expanded and exploded into a sky full of blood mist.

In the room.

Walls, floor, and ceiling were all covered in viscous blood.

He was dead.

The little boy in the painting was also stained with a layer of blood.

The little boy said nothing, just reached out, lightly dipped a finger in the blood, and slowly tasted it in his mouth.

Dead silence.

In this crimson room.

Gradually, countless blood droplets condensed into runes, forming an altar for sacrifice.

A phantom figure hovered above the blood-colored steps.

Looking at his blurry face, it was indeed Brodie.

It looked around, seemingly understanding its predicament, and immediately knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly, emitting a silent plea.

But it was useless.

The little boy finally spoke:

“No matter how loyal a dog is, there will come a day when its heart changes.”

“No, perhaps it can be said that I never received your true allegiance.”

“You disappoint me, Brodie.”

After the little boy finished speaking, he pointed his finger outside the canvas.

Brodie’s soul immediately merged into the altar, transforming into a crimson stream of light runes, swirling endlessly in the room.

Suddenly.

The little boy in the portrait disappeared.

He appeared in the room.

All the blood flew back from the walls, clinging to his body, wriggling like flesh and blood.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The little boy turned into Brodie.

“At such a critical time… it’s better if I come myself…”

He stretched his neck, muttering to himself.

On the other side.

At the auction house.

Shen Ye, however, was unaware of what was happening with Brodie.

He had said all he needed to say.

Things were handled perfectly.

The ‘Strings of Destiny’ had been pulled hard.

Had the ominous futures shown in the premonitions taken a new turn?

He didn’t know.

If Brodie still tried to make things difficult for him, he would just have to fight him.

Shen Ye silently sighed.

This feeling was very annoying.

Because the Main God was an invincible existence, he had to find a way to deal with him.

He couldn’t beat him for now.

Tsk.

So annoying.

He composed himself, tried to concentrate, and looked down at the Crown of Destruction in his hand.

This thing was a destruction holy artifact.

It contained a malicious curse, but it could upgrade the user’s skills by one level.

He had originally split it into three parts and integrated it into the Eternal Brain.

But now that he was the Eternal Brain—

He simply re-integrated them into one and took it out again.

—And by the way, he completed a super-limit evolution.

After all, he could achieve this by simply using “Mandala Uroboros.”

As for the curse within—

Shen Ye transformed it into an essence, attached it to a gem, and thus separated it.

Next—

What to do?

Shen Ye was somewhat distracted.

Logically speaking.

He had many things he could do right now.

The first priority was to gather information and understand the situation of the entire destruction faction.

Secondly, he could extract the essence of this crown and transfer it to the keyword “Battle Dance Diva.”

These were all very important matters.

But for some reason, he didn’t want to do them.

So.

What to do now?

If his spiritual intuition was telling him not to get engrossed in those affairs—

What could he do now to settle himself?

…Got it.

Since he had discussed the matter of the Primordial Spirit with Brodie, he would do that!

Shen Ye waited silently for a few breaths.

Soon.

The Duck indeed received a task from the will of the Catastrophe of Destruction.

Lines of faint glowing text appeared before Shen Ye’s eyes:

“Repair the Sinkhole of the Destruction Abyss.”

“Description: Below the sinkhole leads to an unknown ‘barrier.’ Servant, repair the sinkhole, and do not let anyone know of the ‘barrier’s’ existence.”

Alright.

He could indeed do this task.

Shen Ye thought silently.