Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 603

A rhomboid emblem floated in mid-air.

It emitted bursts of light, at times changing shape, at other times softly chiming.

— This was the advanced Emblem of Entropy that Good Duckling had just redeemed.

It represented identity —

The noble “Duck Princess” had already infiltrated the upper echelons of the Saint Realm, becoming highly sought after.

The texture of this emblem was even more unique.

It was made from the incredibly rare Entropy Crystal as a medium, engraved with thirty-two runic laws of entropy.

Its functions were also more powerful.

“Consume all entropy points to exchange for information about the Dream World —”

“The keyword for search is: Gate of Dreams.”

Good Duckling commanded.

A soft voice immediately sounded from the emblem:

“Using all your entropy points, totaling one million points.”

“Starting information query for ‘Gate of Dreams’.”

“Ding!”

“Your entropy points were not successfully used, all have been returned.”

“Why?” Good Duckling asked in surprise.

“There is currently no relevant information for ‘Gate of Dreams’,” the voice from the emblem replied.

Good Duckling put down its handkerchief.

— It was wiping various lipstick marks off its feathers.

The lively and noisy mortal world could not hold the duck’s heart.

Everything was just a mission.

But then again, information was what it valued most, yet it couldn’t be found.

This was truly strange.

Good Duckling paid close attention and began to ponder the entire matter.

Let’s review it from the beginning—

The strongest aspect of the Saint Realm of Entropy was gathering all kinds of information; this much it had recognized.

So.

The highest authority and power in the Dream World converged on the Gate of Dreams, controlled by the King of Dreams.

The Gate of Dreams was so famous.

How could there be no information about the Gate of Dreams?

Good Duckling narrowed its eyes, pondered for a moment, and then formed a conjecture.

If a search was “empty,” yet the existence truly existed in reality, then it meant one thing—

Perhaps the keyword it entered was incorrect.

Keyword…

Good Duckling began to synchronize memories.

— Synchronizing with the memories of the other two selves, it discovered that one of them, Shen Ye, had encountered Adrian.

Adrian offered a blade, wanting to buy Kaelon’s life.

Tsk.

You give me a name, and I have to kill for you?

I’m not a killer!

Good Duckling was busy complaining when a flash of inspiration suddenly struck its mind.

Name!

“Query character information for the Dream World, change keyword to ‘Old John’.”

Good Duckling said.

“Query completed.”

“Currently found 5 ‘Old Johns’, which ‘Old John’s’ information would you like?”

“The strongest one.”

“Sorry, your entropy points are insufficient.”

Insufficient!

Good Duckling jumped off the bed, its eyes wide.

One million entropy points.

It’s actually insufficient!

What does this imply?

First:

There is no such thing as a “Gate of Dreams.”

Second:

The information on Old John is extremely valuable, exceeding 1 million entropy points!

— This was too suspicious.

If there was no Gate of Dreams, then who was Old John?

What kind of existence was he?

1 million was not enough to find him!

A strange shiver ran through Good Duckling’s entire body, causing all its feathers to stand on end.

The air grew thick.

A premonition of death, like a heavy lead block, pressed down suffocatingly on Good Duckling’s heart.

“Damn it… how can I feel this way…”

Good Duckling vigorously shook its head, trying to shake off the sensation.

Ding!

The emblem suddenly chimed.

A soft voice followed:

“The object of your inquiry, both true name and alias, cannot be uttered. Once uttered, it will be sensed.”

“Your entropy points have been consumed, totaling nine hundred and eighty thousand points.”

“This consumption is to activate the Saint Realm barrier, to prevent the other party from sensing anything.”

“Prevention successful!”

“Finally, please note:”

“This search has been archived for you. Next time, you do not need to call out its true name or alias, to avoid danger.”

“— Storing search records and keeping them confidential has cost you two hundred thousand entropy points.”

“Notification concluded.”

The vibration from the emblem stopped.

The duck held its breath for quite a while, unable to utter a single word.

This was too terrifying.

It wasn’t even allowed to say a name; it immediately cost 980,000 entropy points for a shield.

What exactly was the other party?

And what was its Gate ability? What hidden methods did it possess?

Good Duckling recalled carefully.

It seemed to have accepted that inheritance without any power to resist.

No.

This absolutely cannot continue!

Indeed, most things in this world are like this.

You are given an irresistible reward, but the cost is never mentioned.

Then you die without even knowing how!

This is a clever trap.

Good Duckling was anxious.

Quick!

— Quickly send the third self to help!

Good Duckling hastily passed on the memories to its other two selves.

After doing this, it flew into the bathtub, took a bath, put on its formal attire again, and looked in the mirror.

It absolutely must figure out that guy’s background!

For the love and peace on Earth, for all beings in the universe and the dream world, for itself and those around it—

“Emblem, contact Supreme Entropy Emperor KTV and tell them I’m willing to be the top performer.”

Good Duckling said in a stern tone.

One million entropy points wasn’t enough.

— Then earn more entropy points!

“Ding! Message conveyed.”

The emblem responded.

Good Duckling nodded, then spoke again with a cold tone:

“Arrange the work, I’m ready.”

The emblem chimed:

“Arranging.”

“Arranged.”

“Room 7, 9 PM. Your number is 666. Please enter the room on time.”

“Special reminder:”

“The guest in this room is the Princess of the Phantom Empire. Today she is hosting. The guests are also beauties from various countries, descendants of prestigious families, and celebrities from all realms.”

“Please mind your words and actions.”

Good Duckling’s expression became somewhat serious.

— This was a tough battle!

In a sense, this was even a decisive battle!

Because it needed to unlock the opponent’s intelligence.

With intelligence versus without intelligence—

The process and outcome of the battle would definitely be completely different!

Good Duckling, with a determined expression, took out a pair of pink heart-shaped sunglasses, placed them on its beak, and draped a bullet-riddled trench coat over itself.

“Leave it to me, I’m a professional.”

Good Duckling said coldly.

His emotions seemed to infect the emblem.

A high-pitched voice came from the emblem:

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

“Supreme Entropy Emperor KTV, Room 7, Red Card Duck King 666, teleporting!!!”

…

The incident had already occurred.

From the moment he received the duck’s intelligence, Shen Ye had taken a series of actions.

At this moment.

One of him had died and was waiting to be resurrected in the Dharma image.

This was the so-called “dead fish with open mouth.”

Another of him had returned to the nightmare world, observing the new term he had just acquired:

“Despoiler.”

“A term of all realms, a secret feat recognized by the laws of all realms.”

“Description: By chanting the incantation ‘dead fish with open mouth’, you can establish an observation post on the body of another being.”

“Unless the other party possesses a ‘Saint’ tier term, or you actively inform them, they may only then detect the outpost you have placed on them.”

“— Dead fish with open mouth, reel in and leave.”

An interesting term.

Shen Ye fell into contemplation.

One of him was dead.

The other body—the duck was being a duck.

He was now unable to know what was happening in the outside world.

This term really came in handy!

“Contract.”

Shen Ye uttered the word.

A contract, entirely composed of dark flames, silently appeared.

The two parties of the contract were Kaelon and himself.

This was Kaelon’s updated contract, which stipulated that he would help Shen Ye without reservation.

— After being stimulated by Adrian, he had also gone all out.

Since he was so sincere—

Shen Ye placed his hand on the contract and whispered:

“Dead fish with open mouth.”

The term “Despoiler” was immediately activated!

In an instant.

In the distant dream world.

King’s Castle.

In a private room.

Shen Ye suddenly found himself coexisting with Kaelon.

This was a very peculiar experience.

Although there was an illusion of “I am Kaelon,” in fact, his perspective was completely different from Kaelon’s.

This observation post was 360 degrees.

In other words, he could see everything happening around Kaelon!

Tiny luminous words quietly appeared:

“Using the summoning power of the contract, you have established an observation post on your ally!”

It worked.

Shen Ye was now somewhat curious.

— What would Kaelon do next?

After all, according to their plan, he had already completed everything and could leave.

He saw Kaelon walking towards the door.

— The battle just now had blown a large part of the castle to pieces.

But this was the dream world.

Reconstruction was extremely swift; all destroyed buildings had now been restored to their original state.

Kaelon closed the door, walked back, and paced around the room.

“According to the plan, I can leave now…”

“Escape this dangerous place.”

He muttered to himself, patting his forehead, seemingly unaccustomed to this way of thinking.

No choice.

To survive at the moment, he had to think everything through.

Soon.

Kaelon stopped, continuing, “But his strategy still has a small flaw.”

A flaw?

Shen Ye was immediately interested, preparing to listen carefully to Kaelon’s insights.

“For example, what if I encounter an ambush on the way back?”

“I’m all alone, unable to do anything.”

“And he’s dead.”

“Tsk.”

“Can’t listen to him!”

Kaelon seemed to have made up his mind.

He pulled out Shen Ye’s corpse and gently placed it on the ground.

“This wound… what terrifying swordsmanship. Was Ojara killed like this?”

Kaelon muttered, carefully examining the cutting mark of that blade.

Shen Ye was also a bit emotional.

However, he was emotional about something else.

At that time.

He had set a trap with careful planning, waiting for Urick to chase him into the room. At the moment Urick was most caught off guard, he unleashed a “Scattering of Flowers.”

That was the level of swordsmanship he had achieved after three thousand years of cultivation.

In previous encounters—

Augustus couldn’t evade his blade, neither could Old Blind Man, and Ojara similarly couldn’t.

This blade, infused with the laws of fate, could perceive the target’s life and death trajectory—

Yet Urick still dodged it!

Although his goal was also to force him back and he hadn’t used his full power, the opponent dodged with considerable ease.

The opponent also held back some strength!

Coupled with his powerful Gate ability—

Indeed, it was tricky.

As Shen Ye was thinking, he suddenly saw Kaelon stand up, clench his hands into a mudra, and begin chanting a spell.

Hmm?

What’s this for?

Kaelon suddenly shouted:

“Rise!”

At the same time, two lines of luminous small characters appeared before Shen Ye’s eyes:

“Your ally Kaelon has cast ‘Catastrophe Revival’.”

“Do you agree to be revived?”

Shen Ye was stunned.

He wasn’t a greenhorn anymore.

So he knew that resurrection magic was an extremely rare art.

However—

A Destroyer God, secretly hiding a resurrection spell?

Go check it out!

“I agree to revive.” Shen Ye said.

In an instant.

The corpse on the ground stirred.

Shen Ye opened his eyes, stood up from the ground, and looked at Kaelon.

“You didn’t escape as planned.”

“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to escape.” Kaelon said.

“That makes sense—I didn’t know you could resurrect before—otherwise, I would’ve had you resurrect me.” Shen Ye said.

“This resurrection spell is called ‘Catastrophe Revival’. I must ward off a disaster for you, allowing you to avoid the already occurred death event, only then can you live.”

“I’m already alive,” Shen Ye said, confused.

“Watch this.”

As Kaelon spoke, he pulled out seven or eight shields and placed them in front of himself.

“This is the blade I took for you, my brother—”

In the void.

Shen Ye’s blade reappeared, striking towards Kaelon.

Whoosh—

Six shields were cut through.

The seventh one blocked it.

Clang!

A resounding crash.

Kaelon staggered back several steps before steadying himself.

“Hahaha, how was it?” he laughed.

“So that’s how you ward off disaster!” Shen Ye laughed along.

The door suddenly opened.

Urick and Old John appeared simultaneously.

The two only needed a glance to understand what had happened.

“Catastrophe Revival? I never thought you possessed such a skill.”

Urick’s brow smoothed out as he spoke.

“If loyal people die for nothing, who would dare to serve me in the future?” Kaelon said triumphantly.

Shen Ye’s heart suddenly stirred, and he sent a message to Kaelon.

Kaelon, quick to seize the opportunity, immediately spoke:

“Respected King of Dreams, if you intend to deal with Adrian, please count me in.”

“He wants to kill me, and I want to kill him too!”

Urick, however, laughed.

“Lord Kaelon, the matter has not yet been thoroughly investigated. It’s best not to say such things.”

After speaking, he shook his head and turned to leave.

Only Old John remained, staring at Shen Ye with a strange gaze.

“I have good news.”

Shen Ye communicated telepathically.

His hand half-drew the long sabre, then released it, letting the sabre slowly slide back into its sheath.

“You didn’t make a move, yet you still dare to say you have good news?”

Old John communicated telepathically.

“It truly is good news.” Shen Ye insisted.

“Speak.” Old John said.

“I’ve decided not to kill Urick anymore,” Shen Ye communicated telepathically.

“…Is that considered good news?”

“From now on, there will be one less killing in the world—whether he kills me, or I kill him—such things will no longer happen—that is certainly good news.”

Old John’s eyes changed.

A strange, eerie glow emanated from his murky eyes as he again sent a telepathic message:

“Hmph, you didn’t dare to act, so you’re returning the inheritance?”

“Yes—I didn’t come to the Dream World to kill, nor do I want to kill an existence with whom I have no entanglement, so I’m returning it as is,” Shen Ye also communicated telepathically.

“More than half the power in the inheritance is gone, and you dare to call that returning it as it was!”

Old John said.

“My skills aren’t great, perhaps some was lost during the transfer?” Shen Ye said in a confused manner.

“Nonsense, you will pay the price.”

Before the words were completely spoken.

Shen Ye suddenly turned to Kaelon and said:

“My lord, let’s go.”

“Huh?” Kaelon didn’t react for a moment.

“This place has become increasingly dangerous. Please take responsibility for your own safety, my lord.” Shen Ye said.

“Hmm—alright, shall we go then?” Kaelon reconfirmed his meaning.

“As my lord says.” Shen Ye replied.

Then leave!

Kaelon immediately began to cast a teleportation spell.

Shen Ye had been resurrected.

Traveling with him was much safer than going alone.

Besides, it was indeed quite unsafe here.

Go!

Leave immediately!

The teleportation spell opened the void, beginning to construct a spatial channel.

Shen Ye turned to look at Old John.

— As a guest, I am leaving now.

You can’t possibly kill a guest in public, can you?

Old John looked at him, a hint of mockery in his gaze.

“You think you can escape?”

He communicated telepathically.

Shen Ye immediately responded: “If I die, Urick will know the truth of everything you told me.”

“You should know, he’s not a fool.”

— This was something Shen Ye couldn’t achieve.

However, in all realms, there were countless strange and wondrous abilities.

Perhaps such an ability truly existed.

Would Old John dare to gamble?

“Please convey to the esteemed King of Dreams that I will visit again later.”

Kaelon courteously saluted Old John.

Old John said nothing, merely staring at Shen Ye.

The next instant.

The teleportation spell activated!

— But Old John suddenly moved.

“What you took from me, you must vomit it all out, even your soul must serve as interest to me.”

He said softly, stepping towards Shen Ye.

Shen Ye and Kaelon stood rooted to the spot.

At this moment.

Everything in the world slowed down.

The swirling ripples produced by the spatial magic slowly turned at a snail’s pace.

The muscles on Kaelon’s face slowly stretched into an arc—

He maintained a smile, preparing to depart by teleportation, carried by the power of the space magic.

Shen Ye stared at the spot where Old John had been standing, his eyes filled with a certain smugness, as if saying “what can you do to me?”

Everything was like a movie scene that had just been frozen.

Old John walked step by step through this static scene, finally arriving in front of Shen Ye.

“The heavens bestow things upon you, but you do not take them, nor do you accept your mission. This will lead to divine retribution.”

He reached out to grab Shen Ye.

Shen Ye remained motionless, and was seized by the neck.

Old John’s face showed a mix of coldness and cruelty, as he said grimly:

“Remember this in your next life.”

“Every living being, after taking something from me, must return at least double.”

“No one has ever been an exception.”

He squeezed hard.

Shen Ye’s neck was broken.

Old John looked at Kaelon again, extended a finger, touched his forehead, and said:

“Your servant, disheartened, left on his own and will never see you again, remember?”

Kaelon nodded with extremely slow movements.

— The task was complete.

Only then did Old John grasp Shen Ye’s head again, open his mouth, and powerfully inhale.

A human-shaped phantom was swallowed into his mouth, chewed roughly a few times, and then swallowed.

After completing this task.

Old John turned and walked out the door.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Four steps.

He suddenly stopped, a surprised expression on his face:

“No soul?”

“No—”

In an instant.

Old John raised his hand and formed a spell.

“Get out of my sight!”

He roared.

In an instant.

All the sights in the room vanished completely.

Neither Shen Ye’s corpse nor the motionless Kaelon remained.

— The two had disappeared.

Old John stood still, then suddenly smiled:

“Clever trick, but unfortunately I sealed the entire world from the beginning, you can’t get out.”

Ripples appeared in the void.

Shen Ye walked out, coughed lightly, and spread his hands with a smile:

“You’ve also let off some steam just now, so let’s shake hands and make peace.”

“When did you strike?” Old John asked.

“I don’t believe you haven’t reacted yet.” Shen Ye said.

Old John recalled:

“…When you said ‘I have good news,’ you dragged your sword half out of its sheath; you had already struck then.”

“Good eye.” Shen Ye applauded.

“What is this blade art called?” Old John asked.

“Your strength is too great; I’m afraid if I tell you the name, you might find a way to learn it—copyright awareness is important, so I won’t say the name.” Shen Ye said with a smile.

“Go to hell.” Old John spat out two words.

“Wait a moment—” Shen Ye quickly waved his hand.

“Hm? Any last words?” Old John sneered incessantly.

“You haven’t told me yet, now that you’ve sealed the entire world, how am I supposed to leave?”

Shen Ye asked sincerely.

“Die!”

Old John pointed a finger at him.

Snap.

Shen Ye didn’t even have time to defend himself, his body completely exploded.

“Soul… still no soul…”

“This isn’t right.”

Old John’s eyes showed a hint of surprise, then he suddenly remembered something and turned to leave.

With a flash, he was back in the palace.

Urick sat on the high throne.

Two people stood below him.

One was Kaelon.

The other was Shen Ye.

“Hm? Old John, you’re just in time. Open the door, my two esteemed guests are leaving.”

Urick greeted him.

Old John stared at Shen Ye.

— This is impossible!

Even if his swordsmanship was exquisite, he had already broken through the illusory world created by that strike!

Why!

…Wait.

So that’s how it is.

Old John suddenly sighed and said with a smile, “This old servant will open the door now.”

He glanced at Shen Ye.

“Two people?”

He communicated telepathically.

“You are truly my soulmate; you’ve seen through it all,” Shen Ye praised, communicating telepathically.

“So that’s it… two illusions interchanged. When I broke one, another was born. When I destroyed the second, the first was reconstructed again.”

“So there are two of you.”

“One of you creates the illusion, and the other you then cuts the previous you along with the illusion into a unified illusion, striking alternately, continuously, each generating the other.”

“This is a double-person consecutive strike.”

“— Otherwise, you could not have possibly escaped me.”

As Old John spoke, he formed a mudra to open the door.

“That’s right.”

Shen Ye communicated telepathically: “With your strength and insight, with just one glance, you saw through this move that countless others throughout history could never comprehend.”

“But I don’t really like calling this move ‘Double Strike’.”

As he spoke.

The spell had been activated.

The door to the world opened with a roar.

“Farewell.”

Kaelon said to Urick.

Shen Ye simply smiled at Old John.

In front of Urick, the old man seemed unwilling to reveal his intentions and strength.

— So why was he unwilling?

Tsk.

Such a bother.

He didn’t want any of this trouble.

Leaving first.

“What is this move called?”

Old John communicated telepathically, asking.

He stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly having given up on this pursuit.

“Just tell me—this is the first time someone of such low strength has created a situation where I had to abandon killing them.”

“I will remember this move.”

Shen Ye heard his telepathic message, his expression unchanged, and followed Kaelon to activate the teleportation spell.

This time.

In front of Urick.

Old John indeed did not cause any more trouble.

He just stared at Shen Ye.

Buzz—

The teleportation began.

Shen Ye and Kaelon vanished together.

Only his telepathic message still echoed in Old John’s ear:

“Mandarin Duck Blades.”

Mandarin Duck… Blades?

Old John reached out for an item and silently input the name of this blade technique.

None existed.

— Historically, there had never been a blade technique called Mandarin Duck Blades!