Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 582
by“The most annoying thing is that it cannot be killed—”
“Because it is destruction, and destroying it is achieving it.”
The old blind man’s words still echoed in his ears.
Perhaps when he said those words, he had already foreseen the power of this blade technique combined with destruction.
Shen Ye’s mind suddenly cleared.
Not just that.
The Great Destruction Tribulation abandoning Black Flame City was also traceable.
Black Flame City was destroyed by World D-0314—
This, on the contrary, aided the Great Destruction Tribulation.
Because it was about “destruction,” it could increase the power of the law of destruction.
So the Great Destruction Tribulation didn’t care!
Hence—
The monsters of World D-0314 hated the Great Destruction Tribulation so much!
Shen Ye placed his hand on the door and pushed it open firmly.
Lines of glowing text quickly appeared:
“You have opened the ‘Door’: Infinite Destruction Throne.”
“The Infinite Destruction Throne is a reality, and ‘One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones’ is an illusion; they cannot exist simultaneously in the same space.”
“Do you wish to dispel the Dharmakaya ‘One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones’?”
“Merge.” Shen Ye uttered two words.
Yes.
The Dharmakaya could not defeat the enemy.
Neither could the Infinite Destruction Throne.
It was better to merge.
With the power of “Mandala Uroboros,” at least after merging, they could achieve an “overlimit evolution.”
——He needed stronger power.
Furthermore.
The power of destruction belonged to the Great Destruction Tribulation, and he was merging it to prevent the Great Destruction Tribulation from making trouble in the dark.
Power must be completely in his hands to be truly at ease!
On the other side.
Dense vertical pupils appeared on the giant tentacles that reached the sky.
But these vertical pupils closed again as soon as they opened.
“Interesting, you actually have a term that can suppress me.”
“Can humans do such a thing?”
The tentacle made a deafening sound.
Shen Ye did not reply, only looked at the dark flame door beside him.
——Merging needed a bit of time!
Fortunately, among all worlds, terms were still very powerful rule-level forces.
Even Donao River was eager for a suitable term!
A line of glowing text hovered motionless:
“All terms that have not reached the level of ‘peak of terms, name of the crown of truth, incomparable authority of the Dharma realm,’ if they attempt to harm you, shall be immediately suppressed by ‘Mandala Uroboros’ and rendered ineffective.”
——That tentacle must have used a term just now, but it was suppressed by “Mandala Uroboros”!
“Then, let me directly destroy everything about you, after all, you are not the Great Destruction Tribulation.”
The tentacle said.
On its fleshy wall, all eyes disappeared, replaced by thousands of existences.
“These are all species I have slaughtered. In their civilizations, some strong individuals were born, which I collected to fight for me.”
As the tentacles wriggled, these species gradually awakened.
They opened their eyes and looked at Shen Ye.
“A high-end version of Impure World Reincarnation?”
Shen Ye murmured softly.
“Oh? You’ve seen this trick? But it’s not called that.” The tentacle said.
Thousands of strange species stood on the outer surface of the tentacle, all beginning to cast spells.
Shen Ye looked back.
The door formed by dark flames was melting, but it would take some time to complete the fusion evolution!
He looked forward again.
Countless spells shot out from the tentacle.
They filled the void.
—Impossible to resist!
In a flash, a voice suddenly rose from the sky:
“Indeed, it is I, a mere humble servant!”
The spell cluster traced a vertical trajectory line in mid-air, flying towards the cloud deep in the sky.
The dome of the Dharmakaya world was pierced through.
The spell cluster roared through the Dharmakaya, flying into the dark void, its whereabouts unknown.
“You released the term ‘the man with the longest survival time’.”
“The cloud in the sky has replaced your identity, enduring everything until its destruction.”
“—Donao River meticulously carved this term for you!”
All the small words flashed and vanished.
“Just by a term, you cannot defeat me.”
The tentacle hummed.
“You are full of malice towards humanity, frankly, I want to know why.” Shen Ye said.
“Do you think I don’t see you stalling for time?”
The tentacle lifted high, accumulating enough power, and then pressed down with an overwhelming force.
This single blow was enough to destroy the entire Dharmakaya world!
Shen Ye’s brow furrowed.
No.
The other party was serious.
This blow broke through the power of Donao River’s term.
How to resist?
Shen Ye suddenly let out a low cry:
“Retract.”
In an instant.
The Dharmakaya “One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones” disappeared.
He still stood on the arena of the caged battle, holding a long blade, carefully watching the opposite side.
With the Dharmakaya gone, the tentacle’s target immediately became the entire arena!
If it could destroy the arena, breaking the rules of the King’s Battle—
Then Shen Ye could flee without hesitation.
But if it couldn’t be broken, only the arena would be hit, and the Dharmakaya would not be damaged.
Boom—
The entire arena was utterly shattered by this blow.
But the next moment.
The arena completely recovered.
The tentacle gradually shrunk, transforming back into the Golden-haired Man, who then said:
“You’re quite clever, but your fate is already sealed—your power of destruction isn’t much, and I will strangle you here.”
“Everything about you will be erased.”
Shen Ye said, “What if I’m not human, but a truth creation?”
The Golden-haired Man said with disdain, “The human species will completely become the power for my evolution, and those creations of truth can also broaden my understanding of power.”
“Species and creations, there are no other values than these two.”
He faced Shen Ye and punched again.
No way!
—Completely unable to withstand the opponent’s move!
Shen Ye said calmly:
“I am indeed the gatekeeper. If you kill me, you will never be able to enter the world of truth.”
The fist stopped.
With a clang, a brand new term appeared above Shen Ye’s head:
“Procrastinator.”
The disparity in strength between the two sides was so vast that the opponent only needed one tentacle to fight, and could instantly kill him, even destroying everything about him.
However—
He was still alive!
No matter what methods he used, he had stalled until now, ensuring his own safety!
Prompts kept appearing:
“World Term.”
“Description: This term has no power, it is merely a compliment, because many beings hidden in the void are observing this confrontation between a new species and an ancient king, and yet you are still alive.”
“—Your method of survival is astonishing.”
Veins popped out on Shen Ye’s forehead.
Other beings were watching this battle?
Why hadn’t he thought of it!
But he had no choice!
How could such an important fusion be completed all at once?
It still needed to evolve!
“Surrender to me, sign this, and you can live.”
The Golden-haired Man threw a contract over.
Shen Ye took the contract and saw that it was full of various slave clauses.
He could even be eaten at any time, but he couldn’t resist!
Shen Ye coughed lightly and said:
“Your terms, sir—”
“Sign or die, you can choose.” The Golden-haired Man stared at him, clenching his fist, as if he would strike the next second.
“Then what about this cage? If I sign it, will it let me go?” Shen Ye asked again.
“If you become my slave, it naturally won’t force you and me to fight—how can a slave participate in a king-level battle?” the Golden-haired Man said.
His murderous intent grew stronger, and he growled:
“Last ten seconds, don’t play any more tricks, and don’t try to stall for time again, otherwise I’ll directly kill you.”
Last ten seconds!
Shen Ye sighed, pulled out a pen, and swiftly signed the contract.
The contract was tossed back into the Golden-haired Man’s hand.
The Golden-haired Man glanced at it, then said indifferently, “Very well, now come with me and open that door to the world of truth for me.”
“Yes,” Shen Ye replied.
The two stood still.
—Because the cage had not been released.
“Didn’t you say the cage would be unlocked after signing the contract?”
Shen Ye stared at the other party and asked.
The Golden-haired Man was stumped, and whispered:
“That shouldn’t be…”
He looked at the contract again, staring at the name on it, and said:
“Your name is Shen Ye?”
“Yes,” Shen Ye said with a blank expression.
“The contract hasn’t taken effect, you fool, how dare you—”
“Wait a moment! Perhaps I was too excited and wrote the strokes incorrectly!”
“You—”
“Give me another chance, after all, I usually type on my phone and haven’t used a pen for a long time. This is definitely not a lie, we humans are really at this stage—you can detect lies!” Shen Ye spread his hands, his expression sincere.
“Last chance, sign again!”
The contract flew back.
Shen Ye took the contract, wrote rapidly, his pen flowing like dragons and snakes, signing a few large characters in one go:
“Baxter.”
This time it worked!
The contract returned to the Golden-haired Man’s hand.
The cage remained still.
“That’s not right, I clearly wrote it carefully, and it’s even my full name,” Shen Ye said solemnly.
“Kill you.”
The Golden-haired Man lunged at Shen Ye, throwing a full-force punch—
In an instant.
Lines of faint glowing text wildly appeared before Shen Ye’s eyes:
“Your door ability and Dharmakaya have completed their fusion.”
“With the power of ‘Mandala Uroboros,’ and your will and decision, this time you have formed your envisioned Dharmakaya of destruction and truth:”
“Two Principles Soul Management.”
“A never-before-seen Dharmakaya.”
“One is yin, death and destruction; the other is yang, life and proliferation; the eternal force residing in the center, eternally rotating yin and yang without fatigue, thus forming the two principles.”
“Description: The cycle of life and death, without end.”
Shen Ye drew his long blade.
He confronted the Golden-haired Man, his long blade extending like a phantom.
—A brand new blade technique!
If there were only the living half of the Dharmakaya world, this move could indeed be called the Severing of Years.
After all, years are merciless, traceless, yet they are the most effective in aging people.
Using it to drain the prey’s power, it is aptly named.
But—
Now the Dharmakaya has ascended from “One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones” to “Two Principles Soul Management”!
Fist and blade, they crossed paths.
The Golden-haired Man roared, his fist striking Shen Ye.
Shen Ye’s blade also pierced his chest.
The two stood still.
—Half of Shen Ye’s body had already been blown away.
He used his remaining strength to once again unleash the power of the long blade.
The blade.
It pierced through the Golden-haired Man’s chest, releasing a surging blade qi that ravaged his body.
“What is this blade called?”
The Golden-haired Man asked with interest.
“Zoemaden,” Shen Ye said.
“Zoemaden… but it’s useless. What you’ve struck me with is only a tiny part of my body, and my punch has utterly ended your life,”
The Golden-haired Man said.
Shen Ye spat out a mouthful of blood and uttered a sentence that the other party completely failed to understand:
“Thank you.”
As the words fell.
In an instant.
The entire arena disappeared.
The Golden-haired Man watched this scene warily, a thought suddenly crossing his mind.
—He hadn’t eaten dinner yet today.
Because several emergency patients arrived late at night and required immediate surgery, he had been busy until midnight, completing both surgeries, before finally having a moment to catch his breath.
The Golden-haired Man sighed, tiredly opened his phone, and ordered takeout.
“Teacher, it’s getting late, we’ll take a taxi home first.”
Several young colleagues came over to say goodbye.
“Go, be careful on the road.”
He waved his hand, letting them leave.
Vaguely.
It seemed as if someone was calling him, or perhaps some power was trying to communicate with him.
But he was too tired.
He just wanted to rest for a bit now.
The Golden-haired Man leaned back in his chair, resting for a full half-hour.
Just as he was about to doze off, his phone rang.
“Hello, deliver to—”
The Golden-haired Man’s voice paused.
The floor where the surgery was performed was completely dark.
Everyone else had left.
The on-duty doctor was resting in a small room.
He was sitting alone beside the dark operating table, not yet having left.
A strange fear arose spontaneously.
Strange.
How could a doctor like me, who performs surgeries every day, be afraid?
The Golden-haired Man said into the phone:
“Deliver to the first floor of the surgical building, I’ll be down to get it right away.”
The call ended.
He changed his clothes and strode through the empty surgical preparation room.
Operating tables were neatly arranged, silent.
Outside the window, a flash of light passed by.
He didn’t know what it was.
In any case—
It couldn’t be a delivery.
The Golden-haired Man was amused by his own thoughts.
He composed himself, walked out of the operating room, and arrived at the elevator.
Ding!
The elevator arrived quickly.
The door opened.
The Golden-haired Man stepped inside, silently watching the floor numbers in the elevator change constantly.
Ninth floor.
Eighth floor.
Seventh floor.
…
First floor.
He arrived.
The Golden-haired Man was about to step out when he noticed the elevator was still descending.
What’s going on?
He had only pressed the first floor, and there was no one else in the elevator.
In his surprise.
The elevator finally stopped.
The floor number displayed “-2”.
Basement two?
This was the morgue where bodies were temporarily stored.
Generally, bodies weren’t kept here for too long; once the funeral home was contacted, the bodies would be removed quickly.
Could there be medical staff transporting bodies who happened to be on this floor, and were then preparing to return?
The Golden-haired Man stood still, silently waiting.
Ding.
The door opened.
The Golden-haired Man attempted to greet someone, but his mouth opened and remained agape for a long time.
Outside the elevator door on the second basement floor.
There was no one there.
The elevator door was open.
It stayed open.
As if waiting for someone.
The Golden-haired Man stood in the elevator, silently gazing down the long corridor towards the locked door at its end.
What’s going on.
The morgue door was locked, wasn’t it?
No bodies were temporarily stored here today.
So, the elevator going down to the second basement floor must just be a malfunction in the elevator system.
Or perhaps someone on this floor pressed the elevator, but finding the wait too long, took the stairs instead.
The Golden-haired Man shook his head and pressed the elevator’s close door button.
The door didn’t move.
A faint cold wind blew, as if someone was whimpering in his ear.
Darkness.
Darkness spread across the entire floor, like constantly shifting shadows, swaying back and forth outside the elevator door.
A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on the Golden-haired Man’s back as he continuously pressed the close door button with his finger.
Dead silence.
Time seemed to stretch on endlessly.
After an unknown duration.
The door finally closed.
The Golden-haired Man breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he thought the elevator would ascend, the door opened again.
This time.
The Golden-haired Man saw clearly.
Lights came on outside.
The dim light illuminated the long corridor, all the way to the morgue at the end of the path.
—The morgue door was half open.
Someone?
No.
He hadn’t heard any sound just now.
For a locked door to open, it should at least make some noise.
No sound!
He hadn’t heard any sound!
The lock was opened from the inside!
The elevator doors suddenly closed.
The elevator began to ascend.
It took the Golden-haired Man all the way to the top floor.
On the top floor.
A young man with a blade was waiting.
“Who are you?”
The Golden-haired Man asked.
Shen Ye said, “Zoemaden means to be on the verge of death but not yet dead. Neither life nor death can control you, but my blade can forcefully pull you into a Dharmakaya.”
“I don’t understand—if you have nothing to say, I’m leaving.” The Golden-haired Man said.
Suddenly.
The surgical building shook violently.
Shen Ye looked up at the sky and softly said, “Your other body parts are looking for you, what will you do?”
Nonsense!
The Golden-haired Man clenched his fist and punched, striking Shen Ye in an instant.
“Yes, thanks to my other body parts, I’m awake now.”
He glared at Shen Ye with a grim expression.
“Thank you.”
Shen Ye said again.
Lines of faint glowing text appeared in the void:
“Your Dharmakaya ‘Two Principles Soul Management’ has absorbed all the power causing injuries from you.”
“This power is extremely vast, perfectly complementing the aspect of death and destruction within the Dharmakaya.”
“Congratulations.”
“Your underworld has expanded.”
“You are still in the ‘world of the living,’ but you can deploy the underworld at any time.”
——Destruction cannot destroy destruction!
All destructive power will only make it grow stronger!
In an instant.
Everything vanished.
The Golden-haired Man returned to a time before.
He sighed exhaustedly, emerged from the restroom, and sat down in a chair.
“Teacher, it’s getting late, we’ll take a taxi home first.”
Several young colleagues came over to say goodbye.
“Go, be careful on the road.”
The Golden-haired Man waved them off, letting them leave.
Vaguely.
It seemed as if someone was calling him, or perhaps some power was trying to communicate with him.
But he was too tired.
He just wanted to rest for a bit now.
The Golden-haired Man leaned back in his chair, beginning to rest with his eyes closed.
The door opened silently.
A tall, blind man in black walked in and patted him on the shoulder.
“Hmm?”
The Golden-haired Man opened his eyes, looking at the other party in surprise.
“You are—that idiot from Donao?”
“It’s me, sir, how did you get here?” the old blind man said nervously.
“I’m a doctor, I’m in surgery,” the Golden-haired Man said.
He followed the old blind man’s example and looked around.
Where was the operating room!
This was an extremely unfamiliar place.
Gray mist enveloped everything.
Countless people walked in the mist, doing god knows what.
“It’s not good, sir, you must leave quickly, or you won’t be able to leave if you delay.”
The old blind man said quickly.
The Golden-haired Man looked at him, then at his surroundings, and suddenly said:
“Lead the way.”
“Good!”
The two, one after the other, moved through the crowd, quickly heading in a certain direction.
The crowd watched them coldly.
No one spoke.
The Golden-haired Man looked closely and saw that these “people” were all parasitic beings on his own body.
Strange.
I’m just a doctor, why would I feel that these people are parasitic on me?
The Golden-haired Man felt it was utterly absurd.
“Here we are, sir—remember you’re not dead yet, next time don’t come back.”
The old blind man whispered.
“Okay,” the Golden-haired Man said.
The old blind man pushed open a door and quickly moved aside.
The Golden-haired Man walked through the door.
In an instant.
The surrounding mist, the expressionless masses, and even the old blind man who was already dead—
They all vanished.
The Golden-haired Man leaned against the door, looking forward.
Before him was a long corridor.
At the end of the corridor, was an elevator.
This scene is so familiar…
That’s right.
This is the second basement floor.
How did I end up in the morgue?
Quickly go back upstairs!
The Golden-haired Man quickened his pace, almost running, through the corridor, and pressed the elevator button firmly.
A long wait.
Ding!
The elevator opened.
A person stood inside the elevator.
It was himself!
The Golden-haired Man was stunned.
He looked at himself standing in the elevator—
That self was holding a phone, which was still on the takeout page.
In other words—
This version of himself had come downstairs to pick up takeout!
But why were there two of him?
He saw this self forcefully pressing the elevator’s close door button.
“Don’t go!”
The Golden-haired Man stood in the elevator doorway, blocking it, preventing it from starting.
“Who are you exactly?”
He asked.
His other self still couldn’t see him.
What’s going on!
What is happening here!
A flash of inspiration struck the Golden-haired Man.
He took a few steps back, quickly walked through the corridor, and headed towards the morgue.
The door.
It wasn’t actually locked just now, it just opened directly.
The Golden-haired Man hurried in and came to a large bed, easily five meters long.
He pulled back the sheet.
On the bed lay a blood-stained tentacle.
This is—
This is me.
The Golden-haired Man looked at the stiff, cold piece of tentacle.
No wonder he couldn’t see himself.
He was already dead.
—So he was already dead!
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