Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 611

Snake scales.

—The long saber was entirely made of scales, extending out like snake scales.

It was said to be a symbol of friendship.

However—

Who exactly was the so-called “King” opposite him?

Shen Ye was somewhat puzzled.

But there was no time for him to ponder.

On the other side.

Old John looked around for a while but saw no one appear.

“Never mind…”

“After this kid dies, I’ll turn the entire Pale World upside down. You will all die here.”

He gave up searching, clenched his fists, and looked at Shen Ye with a gloomy face.

In an instant.

Shen Ye had a certain realization.

—This might be his last strike.

Because the opponent was going to use their strongest move to kill him.

As a Saint, he would use his strongest move to cleanly kill himself, and then go find the being that released the ancient laws.

This was Old John’s thought!

After a moment of silence.

Old John’s figure transformed into several shadows.

He attacked!

At the same time, Shen Ye murmured:

“Dharma appearance descends.”

—A dharma appearance could empower sword techniques, increasing their might.

This time.

He had to fight with all his might!

Behind Shen Ye, two constantly rotating worlds appeared, one living and one dying, chasing and complementing each other, forming a complete circle.

—Dharma Appearance · Two Formations, Master of Souls!

The torch had long been stuck in the ground nearby.

Shen Ye held a hand seal to summon the dharma appearance, while the other hand gripped the Ancient Blade, holding his breath motionless.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Old John suddenly appeared beside him, pushing both hands forward.

This move transcended the limitations of space.

—No speed could achieve such an effect unless it was directly crossing space.

It even jumped in time—

Old John directly jumped back to the moment Shen Ye had just raised his saber, forming two different time streams with Shen Ye.

His hands pressed towards Shen Ye’s chest.

And in Shen Ye’s time stream, Shen Ye was still looking at Old John opposite him, guarding against a sudden attack.

It’s over!

—With Shen Ye’s current strength, there was no way to deal with this move that transcended laws.

“Ant, you should be honored to die by a Saint-level technique.”

Old John said.

*Pop.*

A light sound.

Another “Old John” appearing in the void launched the same move at Old John.

The two clashed.

The “Old John” flew backward, turning into Chatelet, who knelt and spat out a mouthful of blood.

With the power of the Shadow Divine Mother, she manifested Old John’s move.

Although not enough to defeat the opponent, it at least blocked it.

“Is it an imitation? No… although it’s weak, why can you use my move…”

Old John said in surprise.

Time continued to advance.

It was then that Shen Ye’s saber finally moved.

In the normal time stream—

His saber lightly waved, as if it were nothing, slicing through the void without a sound.

The snake-scaled long saber slowly retracted, held by his single hand.

Old John couldn’t help but chuckle.

The opponent, in their dying moments, was in disarray, unable to execute a decent attack—

Such things happened sometimes.

Oh well.

That sort of thing couldn’t happen again.

“You can’t help him, strange being. I’ll study you after he dies.”

Old John said to Chatelet.

However—

Before Chatelet could say anything, a voice suddenly echoed in the void:

“To be able to use such a saber technique, as expected of my ally.”

“May our friendship last forever.”

The void opened.

A man radiating azure starlight gently landed.

He looked like an ordinary mature male.

But around him in the void, stars continuously appeared, appearing and disappearing, emitting waves of power.

He had three trident-like horns on his head and a long tail behind, with sharp spikes standing up on the tail.

—Not human.

Even if the good duck was here, with its experience of countless races—

It had never seen such a being.

“King?”

Shen Ye asked.

“Yes, you freed me, and you were able to withstand a Saint’s blow and hit that damned guy with unparalleled saber technique.”

“You are worthy of being my ally.”

The man said, pressing his hand into the void.

Instantly.

Myriad stars appeared in the void, connected by endless lines of light and shadow, forming mysterious runes.

Old John, however, noticed something was amiss.

“Who are you? Why are you covered in our laws?”

He asked.

The man didn’t answer, merely making all the runes flash wildly, as if constructing some spell.

Old John inexplicably felt a surge of fear.

Cannot wait!

—No matter what the opponent was going to cast, kill them first!

“Die!”

Old John’s figure swooped like an eagle, pouncing forward, his single hand like a claw, tearing off Shen Ye’s head in one go.

“Such petty tricks, how long can you stop me?”

He roared.

However—

The being called “King” still stood with crossed arms, looking at Shen Ye’s head in his hand, and asked:

“What is this saber technique called?”

Old John froze, then looked at his own hand.

He saw Shen Ye’s head in his hand, still wide eyes, maintaining a living state, and said:

“It’s called Chaotic World.”

“Why such a name?” “King” asked.

Shen Ye’s headless body raised the snake-scaled long saber.

His head earnestly explained:

“Because this saber uses thirty-six ancient laws as its guide, capable of summoning all laws from all realms.”

“Before, I used four laws to achieve my saber technique, reversing dreams.”

“Now my saber possesses endless laws, which creates an effect of ‘all things in chaos’.”

As Shen Ye explained, lines of faint glowing text appeared before his eyes in the void:

“Under the power of ‘Mandala Uroboros’, the two saber techniques ‘Scattered Blossoms’ and ‘Lantern of Passing Scenes’ have undergone transcendence fusion evolution, becoming a brand new saber art.”

“This saber art has broken through a certain limit, drawing out secret information preserved in the void, allowing you to acquire the ancient law within it:”

“‘Creation’.”

“With the assistance of this ancient ‘Creation’ law, your saber technique has been further enhanced, directly advancing into a never-before-seen saber art in all realms:”

“Chaotic World · Slash.”

“An untraceable slash, a saber technique of ultimate darkness.”

“Description: Summons all laws onto the blade, causing the target’s body and soul to fall into chaos, plunging them into eternal annihilation.”

“—When you use your Dharma Appearance, the power of this slash will be exponentially increased.”

All the small words flashed and disappeared.

Old John naturally couldn’t see these words.

He frowned, then squeezed hard, crushing the head in his hand.

Now he’s dead!

Although it was a pity not to acquire that saber technique, he had a premonition that he absolutely couldn’t let that kid continue to live.

If his saber technique continued to advance—

The situation might get out of control.

“Alright, now it’s your turn—who are you?”

Old John asked.

*Clap, clap, clap!*

The “King” clapped earnestly, then spoke:

“Amazing saber path, though less than half of it was displayed, it has already opened my eyes—”

“In return, I also made a move just now.”

Old John’s brows furrowed.

Treating me as nothing?

How long had it been since he had been so disrespected by anyone?

Good.

Very good.

You too, go die!

Old John was about to attack, but then realized something was amiss.

“Ah…”

He let out a confused cry.

In mid-air.

Two arms flew up, splattering with blood, tumbling and falling to the ground.

Old John slowly looked down.

He saw that he had lost both arms, and all the flesh on his shoulders had vanished, leaving only shattered white bones.

So strong.

But he had clearly blocked it just now—

…He blocked it.

And still this outcome.

What if he hadn’t blocked it?

He was no match at all.

This guy.

How could this guy be so strong?

Old John’s doubts and questions reached their peak, so much so that even the fear of death couldn’t surface.

“Impossible.”

“I am a Saint, how could I be defeated in one move?”

Old John mumbled, staring down as if he had gone mad.

Suddenly.

The voice of the “King” echoed in his ear:

“Since you are a Saint who governs the law of ‘Enlightenment’, I presume you have now reached that realization—”

“You will die here.”

A hint of relief suddenly appeared on Old John’s face, and he said:

“Good, I made it.”

“What?” the “King” asked.

“—When my life is in peril, other Saints will save me. We shall meet again next time.”

Old John said triumphantly.

Strong spatial fluctuations appeared around him.

The teleportation was about to begin!

The “King” watched quietly, then said:

“Spatial law—I also grasp some of it, so I won’t allow you to leave.”

The teleportation fluctuations instantly subsided.

Old John froze.

At this moment.

He finally began to feel fear.

Opposite him.

The “King” slowly said:

“I am the collection of all your Saints’ powers, born from your desires, yet stronger than any of you.”

“I am going to devour you now.”

“—Using your flesh and blood to forge a truly ideal world!”

He walked towards Old John.

On the other side.

Shen Ye sped across the desolate land.

Faster.

Even faster!

He had to find the Mission Tarot Deck immediately!

“How was that guy just now?” Asked the Boat of Chaos.

“Terrifying,” Shen Ye said.

“Beyond anyone I’ve ever seen,” Chatelet said.

“Huh? Why is your face so pale?” Su Su asked.

“Because I’m scared,” Chatelet said.

Su Su was speechless for a moment.

Chatelet, a top-tier truth creation, was once the only existence that roamed the myriad realms.

She actually said the word “scared”?

“So, we released a monster?”

The Boat of Chaos asked.

“No—its own power was already enough to break through that restriction,” Chatelet said.

“Then why didn’t it come out by itself?” Uncle Seven asked.

“Because it was waiting,” Chatelet said.

“Waiting?” The Boat of Chaos didn’t understand.

“Yes, it was waiting for the event of ‘a Saint descending into the Pale World’ to happen. It wanted to fight a Saint in this closed world to confirm its own strength—that’s why it asked me to leave just now.”

Shen Ye interjected.

“Can it win against that Saint?” Uncle Seven asked.

“It controls all laws, what do you think?” Chatelet said.

Everyone fell silent.

They were all beings who had seen all sorts of situations.

So no one asked naive questions like, “Isn’t it our ally?”

At this moment, Shen Ye finally reached his destination.

He found the messenger’s remains in an abandoned underground well.

“Resurrect him—”

“We must hurry, we need to know what happened in history.”

Shen Ye began to perform the Calamity Resurrection spell.

On the other side.

The Entropy Saint Realm.

The good duck sat in a secret chamber.

Its boss—

The Dragon Girl sat opposite it, her expression serious.

“You passed the test.”

The Dragon Girl continued: “Only by not succumbing to the threats of Saint Tian Guang can you join us and become a secret agent.”

“—We will fully help you become a top artist.”

“Without the ‘Popularity’ law, how can this be achieved?” The good duck asked.

“There are other laws that can be used—in the entertainment industry of all realms, Saint Tian Guang doesn’t have absolute control. As long as you join under a more reasonable Saint, the ban will be lifted.”

As the two were speaking.

Suddenly.

There was a commotion outside.

*Bang!*

The door was pushed open.

“Why are you so flustered, what’s wrong with you!”

The Dragon Girl reprimanded.

The subordinate hurriedly knelt down, apologized first, and then immediately said:

“Something big has happened.”

“What’s the matter?”

“A Saint has fallen—this is the first time in thirty million years—it’s said to be the Saint who controls the law of ‘Enlightenment’!”

“What!”

“Yes, the Pale World has now been sealed off, and the Saints are all rushing there.”

“—According to authoritative intelligence officers, it seems this matter is extremely serious, a major event concerning the survival of the myriad realms!”