Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 595

Boom—

The giant ship’s deck shattered into several pieces, scattering in all directions.

The battle had reached a fever pitch.

“Kill him—”

“You go!”

“Alright—no, I’m tied up!”

“All together!”

“There are monsters here too!”

Amidst the roar of spells, mingled the shouts of the gods of destruction.

As soon as anyone approached Shen Ye—

From the void, monsters from the “Calamity Eye” would immediately appear, blocking their path.

After three thousand years of honing, Shen Ye had activated this King-level pupil technique, capable of a “last stand.”

This technique was originally meant to kill all, both friend and foe.

But now.

This “Calamity Eye” technique had been pushed to its highest realm!

—All enemies must die first, only then can the monsters kill the one who activated the technique!

However.

The Destruction Gods were not afraid either.

To destruction, death was just a normal occurrence.

The only trouble was—

If they died here, the souls of the prime gods would have to return to the depths of the Great Tribulation of Destruction, quietly awaiting resurrection.

Then they wouldn’t be able to participate in the decisive battle at this moment.

Shen Ye landed on a piece of deck, pressing his hand to the ground, warily looking across.

The enemies were entangled with monsters, not yet catching up.

Good opportunity!

With a thought, faint, small characters appeared:

“You activated the trait ‘The Man Behind the Scenes’.”

“Currently, the prefix ‘Lurking with monsters’ has been granted to this deck fragment.”

It worked!

Even in the myriad worlds, traits were still useful!

As Shen Ye was thinking, another prompt appeared:

“Your trait ‘Mandala Serpent’ has achieved an explosive enhancement, reaching the 25th level of Truth.”

“Your trait has generated a suppressive effect.”

“All four types of traits unleashed by enemies are ineffective against you!”

— The Destruction Gods, entangled by monsters, couldn’t deal with Shen Ye, so they naturally chose to use traits.

Shen Ye, guided by a faint intuition, looked in one direction.

He saw Ojar and Adrian, trapped by three disaster monsters, fighting them while looking at him.

Ojar’s face clearly showed surprise.

It was him.

Shen Ye immediately understood.

— His trait was suppressed by the “Mandala Serpent”!

Interesting.

The human avatars of the Will of Destruction, though incredibly powerful, were still inferior to him in terms of traits.

“Come on, if you dare!”

Shen Ye shouted.

The surrounding Destruction Gods all looked at him, then at Ojar.

Ojar’s face fell.

When had he ever suffered such a silent loss?

He was the strongest among the three brothers of the Destruction Gods, and also a powerful figure among the twelve prime gods.

Yet, after being struck by that kid’s blade—

He still couldn’t break free, and the kid had even turned Kaelon against him. Now, in front of everyone, he was being challenged to a face-to-face battle.

“I told you, you would die.”

He spoke coldly.

Above his head, another trait flickered, scattering into the void, turning into a boundless invisible force that swept towards Shen Ye.

But it was no use.

That surging, invisible force, as it approached Shen Ye, gradually slowed down and finally dissipated.

Suppression from the “Mandala Serpent”!

Shen Ye smiled, continuing his taunt:

“What’s the point of playing these underhanded tricks? If you’ve got the guts, come over and kill me.”

— The thing he feared least was fighting with traits.

That’s how he’d made his fortune!

Moreover, thanks to Kaelon, he now knew that secret.

— The true forms of all the Gods of Destruction were human.

They hadn’t yet re-merged to become the consciousness of destruction.

Right now, they were human!

Since they were human, they had human weaknesses, making them easier to deal with than completely unknown deities.

“Adrian.”

Ojar growled.

“You go, I’ll hold off these monsters.” Adrian slowly formed a hand seal.

In an instant.

All the monsters surrounding the two froze.

Seizing this momentary opportunity.

“Kid, you’re dead!”

Ojar transformed into a raging flame, piercing through layers of encirclement, heading straight for Shen Ye.

Shen Ye drew his blade to meet him.

The heavy hammer, imbued with thousands of dark flames, was raised high by Ojar and swung down with full force towards Shen Ye.

— A head-on clash!

Everyone held their breath.

This was the first time anyone had seen Ojar use his full power!

As for that human kid across the way—

His fate would soon be sealed!

If he died, perhaps the King-level pupil technique he unleashed would also disappear?

Shen Ye raised his long blade, clashing with the heavy hammer.

His blade showed no obvious power, but the angle of the attack was so exquisitely subtle that the blade edge precisely jammed behind the hammerhead, pinning the long hammer.

At this instant.

A sense of unreality suddenly arose in Ojar’s heart.

How could this be?

This kid was incredibly cunning, cautious yet ruthless.

Why would he choose to parry his hammer?

What is the point of parrying an enemy’s weapon?

Ojar immediately realized.

— This kid must have a backup plan!

Originally, without realizing this point, Ojar’s hammer strike had twelve parts of force.

But thinking that the opponent might be hiding other killing moves—

The destructive essence attached to the heavy hammer was withdrawn a few points, so as to be able to respond to all kinds of situations at any time.

The next instant.

The long blade barely parried the heavy hammer.

A figure suddenly appeared beside Ojar.

Kaelon!

He seized this opportunity to ambush!

But—

“Just as I expected, you only have these tricks.”

Ojar sneered, attacking with the hammer in one hand, and punching with the other towards his side.

Clang!

The long blade parried the hammer handle, and fists collided.

Rumble—

A violent surge of power erupted suddenly, like a fierce gale, obliterating everything around.

Kaelon and Shen Ye both flew backwards.

Ojar alone, single-handedly, met the combined force of Shen Ye and Kaelon!

Kaelon’s arm was directly broken, and a deep fist print was imprinted on his chest.

He screamed, escaping into the void, his whereabouts unknown.

As for Shen Ye—

Shen Ye slammed heavily into a nearby deck fragment, spitting out a mouthful of blood, unable to move for a moment.

— Ojar, after all, possessed the power of several prime gods.

In a direct power confrontation, the two were simply no match!

“Good!”

Adrian couldn’t help but cheer, and urged:

“Seize the moment, kill him!”

Other prime gods also shouted:

“Kill him!!!”

At this moment, Kaelon was knocked flying, and Shen Ye was severely injured—

How could Ojar not seize the opportunity?

He shook his body, transforming again into a fiery blaze, instantly thrusting forward and appearing before Shen Ye.

“Hahaha, you won’t get to say your last words!”

Ojar laughed wildly as he swung his heavy hammer.

But at that very instant.

Shen Ye casually tapped the deck fragment behind him.

Crash—

This “monster-lurking” deck fragment finally shattered completely.

— The King-level technique “Calamity Eye” was originally on the level of “being able to kill both you and your enemies.”

At this moment, as the deck fragment split open, monsters appeared, and they were compelled to “kill all enemies before killing Shen Ye.”

— The monsters that emerged, coincidentally, met Ojar head-on!

“Damn it.”

Ojar was furious, and in a fit of rage, he simply ignored the monsters and attacked Shen Ye first.

— Even if it meant being injured by the monsters, he would kill this kid first!

Shen Ye showed a look of appreciation, praising:

“Bold.”

Before his words finished, his hand once again rested on the hilt of his blade.

This time.

The long blade had not yet been drawn from its sheath.

Yet, Shen Ye’s entire aura had completely transformed.

Ojar merely felt the light and shadow around him flowing, figures overlapping and drifting back and forth, and a temple with red bricks and green tiles quietly appearing.

This was another world—

An illusory world!

Damn it.

As soon as that kid’s blade intent moved, it triggered the “revolving lantern” effect of the previous wound again!

“It’s no use—I know you’re right in front of me!”

Ojar roared, gathering all twelve parts of his strength, and swung the heavy hammer with full force.

The hammerhead cut through the void.

Unparalleled dull peals of thunder continuously exploded.

But—

This move missed.

The heavy hammer swung a full circle, not hitting anyone!

Ojar was slightly stunned.

He had clearly locked onto the kid, leaving him no escape route.

How did he suddenly disappear?

Something was wrong!

Ojar instinctively took a defensive stance.

At the same time, Adrian’s voice reached his ears:

“Careful! Behind you!”

Ojar, warned, unleashed a burst of murderous intent, and without looking back, struck behind him.

The heavy hammer swung empty again.

How is that possible!

A sharp pain suddenly shot through his chest.

Ojar looked down in surprise.

In an instant.

All illusions vanished like flowing water.

Ojar found himself held in the monster’s embrace, a sharp bone spike piercing his chest.

He finally realized.

— Adrian’s warning was false!

The illusion earlier was just to distract him.

That phrase “Be careful! Behind you!” was the real deception!

At this instant.

A strange emotion arose in Ojar’s heart.

The answer emerged clearly in his mind, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

— The opponent had already begun to combine that move with reality!

This was a transcendence.

The level of swordsmanship was no longer confined to illusion and reality, and could be switched at will.

Since it can be seamlessly switched—

Who can still distinguish between truth and falsehood, illusion and reality?

This swordsmanship actually advanced to a higher level, using the alternation of illusion and reality to make it impossible for people to discern anything.

It was simply horrifying!

“Get lost!”

Ojar roared, punching the monster away.

A figure swept in.

Adrian.

“What happened just now, why didn’t you dodge?”

He asked in a low voice.

Ojar couldn’t answer.

His entire body exuded a vast aura of destruction.

This power was enough to make other Destruction Gods submit, and enough to completely annihilate Shen Ye.

But Shen Ye was still alive.

For the first time, Ojar felt a sense of unease.

Carefully tracing the source of the unease—

It wasn’t fear brought by battle and death.

— But because at this moment, Adrian stood before him, and he couldn’t distinguish Adrian’s authenticity.

Try attacking him?

If it were the real Adrian, he would surely think their alliance had broken, and immediately fight him with all his might.

Don’t attack?

What if it’s an illusion?

It was truly a dilemma!

So swordsmanship was only one aspect.

The opponent actually managed to create such a predicament, leaving him in a bind and unable to act.

This was the source of discomfort.

— What a vicious fellow.

His strength was clearly enough to crush him!

“Adrian, I suggest we amend Article Five of the agreement.”

Ojar suddenly said.

Adrian was startled, then said, “Are you willing to give it up?”

“I am,”

Ojar said resolutely.

— He and Adrian had an agreement.

Only the true Adrian knew what Article Five was.

“Alright, then those five fortresses of destruction belong to me.”

Adrian said.

— He knew the contents of the agreement!

This proved that he was the real Adrian.

“All yours,”

Ojar said, his expression visibly relaxing.

— He had suffered a loss on the battlefield, and his demonstrated strength was not enough to deter the opponent.

At this time, relinquishing some benefits was something both sides could understand.

Those five fortresses could bring a lot of profit!

Since he had taken a step back—

Next.

It would be somewhat unreasonable for Adrian to continue watching from the sidelines.

Indeed.

Adrian smiled and spoke:

“The reason I haven’t dealt with him until now is because my spell is still clashing with him.”

“—I didn’t expect him to have so many capable people by his side.”

“A victor has not yet been determined.”

Adrian formed a hand seal.

A dual divine technique of fate and destruction—

Destructive Bloodlust.

Disperse!

In an instant.

At the stern of the ship, Nangong Sirui and the servants of destruction, who were clashing, all disappeared.

The spell had been dispelled.

They each returned to their original places.

Adrian constantly fought several calamity monsters, but dark flames surged on his back, transforming into a human figure, and he quickly formed a hand seal.

That legendary Spear of Annihilation once again manifested in the void.

“Until death do us part.”

Adrian pointed at Shen Ye.

The long spear flashed, piercing through the bodies of several monsters, and shot directly towards Shen Ye.

With this move, Ojar immediately retreated.

— Strictly speaking, this spear’s master is Adrian.

Since he was putting all his effort into it, it was better for him to back away to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

At the same time.

Shen Ye suddenly spoke:

“Hey, why bother me? You should be thinking more about how to deal with those monsters.”

He shouted in the direction of the battle.

In the battlefield.

The large ship was slowly falling apart—

Plunging into the endless darkness.

When Shen Ye shouted this, the other Gods of Destruction were somewhat dazed.

A line of prompt then appeared:

“You have activated the trait ‘Most Familiar Stranger’.”

“Description: When applied to a target, the target will immediately perceive you as a stranger.”

“—It’s just that our love was so turbulent, so deep.”

Of course.

This might not work on all prime gods.

But to make them momentarily dazed was already enough!

Seizing this opportunity—

Shen Ye drew his blade, caught up, and charged towards Ojar.

Ojar’s face showed surprise.

“Bold,”

Ojar roared fiercely.

This damned human brat!

He ignored the flying spear and actually chased after him.

This time.

The situation completely reversed.

Just now, Ojar was willing to endure a monster’s attack to kill Shen Ye.

Now, Shen Ye was willing to endure the spear’s pursuit to attack, intending to kill Ojar.

He.

Is chasing me?

What an insult.

Ojar’s anger flared, and he no longer retreated, but instead rushed forward, laughing loudly:

“Fool, no one dares to face me and Adrian’s combined force simultaneously!”

“Since you wish to die—”

“I’ll grant it!”

The heavy hammer, wreathed in endless dark flames, swung out again.

At this instant.

The long spear and the heavy hammer, from two angles, both erupted with a deadly strike!

Shen Ye focused his mind, gripped the hilt of his blade, his eyes fixed on Ojar.

“Kaelon!”

He roared loudly:

“The only chance is now!”

Kaelon immediately appeared from the darkness, his single hand quickly forming a spell seal, his face muscles almost twisted into a knot.

He was also a God of Destruction, so he naturally understood the current situation.

Don’t look at Ojar’s immense presence, with his destructive aura stronger than anyone else’s.

— But he had, after all, called for help!

He had conceded benefits in exchange for Adrian’s full power!

So, at such a crucial moment, don’t listen to what he says, but rather observe what he does!

— He was retreating!

Yet that human kid was attacking!

So what he should do was already clear.

“Myriad Flames Extinguish the World, strike for me!”

Kaelon growled.

A colossal figure immediately manifested in the void, spitting boundless flames towards the Spear of Annihilation.

“Kaelon, how dare you obstruct me?”

Adrian shouted from afar.

Kaelon said nothing, merely gritting his teeth, urging the spell with all his might.

— He must stop the spear!

Even if he could only block it for a moment, he had to block it!

Because Ojar was the one he held a grudge against.

And Ojar was also the one who wanted to kill him and devour him.

The human kid was chasing Ojar—

If this was truly “the only chance,” he had to buy him time!

Boom!

Endless flames encompassed the spear, continually slowing its speed.

“Ah ah ah ah—”

Kaelon let out a roar, frantically pushing his spell.

Could that human kid actually do it?

He must kill Ojar!

He stole a glance towards Ojar and Shen Ye.

He saw the heavy hammer, imbued with an immense power that could destroy everything, striking Shen Ye with full force.

Shen Ye barely managed to draw his blade.

The long blade—

It seemed too late to block the heavy hammer’s impact!

Ojar’s face already showed a look of ecstatic joy, and he loudly exclaimed:

“Presumptuous!”

“I’ve seen too many like you, who think a trick or two can contend with destruction!”

He urged the heavy hammer with all his might, and with a single blow—

The heavy hammer struck Shen Ye, person and blade alike, shattering him into scattered flesh and blood.

Ojar immediately felt a lightness throughout his body.

A certain inexplicable power dissipated from him.

— It was that illusion.

With the human’s death, the spell he had cast upon himself also vanished into thin air.

“Hahahaha! I won!”

Ojar roared with laughter.

It was truly difficult.

Finally, he had taken care of this kid.

The only pity was—

Just now, he used his full power to ensure the kill.

The opponent’s soul was also destroyed.

The maddening swordsmanship could no longer be retrieved.

But.

It could only be this way.

Ojar composed himself and turned to look at Kaelon.

He saw Kaelon, pierced by the spear, screaming as he fled backwards, attempting to escape again.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Ojar formed a spell with both hands, growling, “Devour.”

— Without that kid glaring at him from the side, killing Kaelon was like slicing a melon.

“No!”

Kaelon let out a scream.

His flesh and blood body exploded into ashes, all power being plundered back by him.

Ojar immediately felt a surge of abundant destructive primal energy.

This power converged, further elevating his strength to a degree unreachable by other Destruction Gods.

He won!

A complete victory!

Ojar exhaled a stream of dark flames, and gazed across the field.

He saw the calamity monsters vanishing one by one.

As for the other prime gods—

Many were severely wounded, or their strength greatly diminished, standing breathless in the void.

Good opportunity.

Should he make a big move?

Do it!

Otherwise, Adrian could still restrain him!

Ojar formed spell seals with both hands.

“Devour!”

He snapped.

In the field.

A series of screams echoed.

The prime gods were utterly unable to resist Ojar at this moment, one after another being devoured completely.

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Only Adrian remained.

“You actually won.”

Adrian sighed deeply.

“The victor is king, the loser a bandit, Adrian, I thank you for your intervention earlier.” Ojar pointed at him.

Adrian couldn’t resist, and was immediately devoured by him.

— Now, Ojar possessed all the destructive primal energy of the twelve prime gods!

“This feeling is truly marvelous…”

Ojar, in high spirits, once again had a thought.

“It’s time to conquer that D world and invade the world of truth.”

He flickered and vanished from the void.

Subsequently.

It took him one day to gather all the subordinates of the destruction faction.

To attack the world of truth!

Time passed by quickly.

Three hundred years flew by.

The World of Truth was destroyed by the Great Tribulation of Destruction.

The monsters in world D-0314 were also all eliminated.

Ojar’s strength increased again.

He began to ponder how to break through his current realm and elevate the power of destruction, making it reach the level of a Void Saint.

He began to cultivate in seclusion.

Approximately five hundred years passed.

Ojar felt that his understanding of the laws of destruction had reached its limit.

One day.

He felt a sudden sensation and began to fully circulate the power within him, intending to transform it into a higher level.

Under this unprecedented power and insight, he finally reached another realm.

It was a realm that all the Gods of Destruction had never achieved.

And at this very moment—

He suddenly discovered something.

“Something’s not quite right…”

“Even though my comprehension has reached this level, the source of destruction is constantly draining away?”

“What is taking my source energy?”

“Could it be that I still haven’t obtained all the power of the Great Destruction Tribulation?”

Ojar pondered silently, and a figure suddenly flashed across his mind.

Yes.

In eight hundred years, he had replayed that battle countless times.

— That human kid seemed to have a knack for drawing power from others.

Compared to that terrifying swordsmanship, this was nothing.

But it was enough to be wary of.

But he had been dead for eight hundred years.

So.

What was absorbing his power?

Ojar silently observed the flow of power within his body.

— The source of destruction was indeed constantly draining.

It was just that his realm wasn’t high enough before to notice it.

What was it?

Why, exactly?

Ojar was puzzled.

He left the Throne of Destruction, following the direction of the draining power, and sped towards the depths of the dark void.

About a quarter of an hour later.

He arrived at a void battlefield littered with countless wrecks.

Amidst the wreckage of the colossal ship of destruction.

Empty of all.

Ojar’s face showed a nostalgic expression.

This was where he had turned the tide of battle.

The prime gods of old, and even that human, had all been destroyed by him here.

— So why was his power constantly draining, all converging here?

Ojar kept searching in the void.

Finally.

He found a coordinate.

“It’s here,”

He descended, standing on a fragment of the giant ship, carefully sensing the draining sensation.

Strange.

Standing here, he not only felt his strength draining rapidly, but also a pain in his chest.

Completely baffling!

Why would his chest hurt!

He reached out and lightly pressed his chest.

Hmm?

There seemed to be something in his chest.

Upon a closer touch.

It seemed…

There was a blade in his chest?

Ojar’s face showed confusion.

At this instant.

Countless memories surged into his mind, past scenes appearing vividly.

Yesterday’s heavy moments, clear as if relived.

Those moments, distinct in his heart, made him tremble uncontrollably.

It has been eight hundred years.

Everything surged forth like a revolving lantern, unstoppable.

“Forget it,”

Ojar sighed deeply, and began:

“I recall this blade’s power did not reach this extent.”

In the void.

Someone responded, “That was the three-thousand-year-old version.”

“And now?”

“Three thousand years, this sword technique has iterated several times.”

“So you used this saber on yourself, and then pondered for three thousand years, just to strike me again?” Ojar asked.

“Yes,” the person said.

“Three thousand years…” Ojar mused, then asked, “Why couldn’t I detect it all this time?”

“A dream of eight hundred years, under the revolving lantern, the five desires are locked, and the six senses are obstructed.” That person said.

Ojar nodded thoughtfully.

He was in human form.

So the other party had locked his five human desires.

Furthermore.

His eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind were all clouded.

What he saw, heard, and even thought, were all provided by the other party.

— How terrifying!

“I guess you will definitely become a saint in the future, because this blade technique is beyond my comprehension, and I am sincerely impressed by it.”

Ojar said.

“Beyond your comprehension? You are a God of Destruction, have you never seen such a combat technique?”

The person asked curiously.

Ojar answered frankly:

“In the myriad worlds, destruction is destruction, eternity is eternity, and all other aspects of power are likewise.”

“Only your blade, which has touched upon a little of everything, eventually became so terrifying.”

The other side was silent for a breath, then said:

“Speak your last words.”

“Alright, well done, well done.”

As the words fell.

The surrounding void and darkness immediately vanished.

Ojar found himself still standing on the battlefield of eight hundred years ago, surrounded by monsters and prime gods.

Countless spells flew wildly.

The giant ship was still continuously breaking apart and falling.

That human boy held a long blade, piercing his body.

The blade.

It had remained there for eight hundred years.

But in reality, only an instant had passed.

“Farewell,”

Shen Ye said.

The sword light fell, cleaving Ojar in two.