Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 621
byIn the secret chamber.
People raised their glasses in celebration.
They were celebrating the alliance they had formed.
At this moment.
Everyone still thought Ulrich had won, unaware of what had truly happened.
The clock on the wall ticked slowly.
No one noticed it.
Until a certain moment.
The moment Shen Ye persuaded “King” to leave—
The second hand jumped forward one tick, then backward one tick, then forward one tick again.
It finally stopped again.
At this instant.
Someone finally noticed the movement.
—A staff appeared in Dragon Lady’s hand, glowing faintly as if to release something.
But in the stagnation of time, the light and the staff remained still.
Xu Xingke held a card in his hand.
The moment time stopped, he no longer had time to activate that card.
Xiao Mengyu’s hand rested on her sword hilt.
The moment time stopped—
She did notice something, but she had no chance to draw her sword again.
With that profound sword intent, she still managed to do one thing.
Her fair and slender fingers pressed on the sword hilt, her thumb, ring finger, and pinky finger wrapped around the hilt forming a seal, while her index and middle fingers were joined together, pointing towards the sword tip.
The術印 formed!
—Mutated Aspect: Star Rain Seed!
Aspects were originally a unique power of the true world.
This aspect, combined with the “Creator of the Earth” trait, became even more bizarre and powerful.
For a moment.
Countless stars enveloped the entire secret chamber.
Everyone’s power dropped to be on par with Xiao Mengyu’s.
A voice suddenly sounded:
“Hmph, what is this?”
“Such a power is truly bizarre… but before a Saint, your strength is still too weak.”
—The voice came from the clock on the wall.
Saint of Time!
A ball of magical light erupted from the clock, instantly flying towards Xiao Mengyu.
In a flash.
The Gate of Spirit Communication quietly appeared, blocking the magical ball.
*Crash!*
The gate was shattered by the magic.
The magic passed through the gate, but instead of rushing towards Xiao Mengyu again, it simply disappeared, its whereabouts unknown.
Shen Ye leaned against the Gate of Spirit Communication, smiling:
“I just saved all the Saints, and you immediately try to kill my person.”
“Is that reasonable?”
As his words fell.
Countless laws surged from all directions, as if to devour the entire secret chamber.
Luminous shackles began to appear on people’s bodies.
But the next second.
All laws missed their mark.
Everyone around suddenly vanished.
—”We will meet under the moon at Yao Terrace”!
This was the only trait that could put living beings into an aspect!
Shen Ye collected everyone, hid them within his aspect, and stood calmly and gently in place.
The clock on the wall snorted coldly and said sharply:
“—You didn’t do as we said! You have ill intentions!”
Shen Ye still smiled, first cupped his hands, then slowly said:
“Can it work if I do as you say?”
“Do you really think ‘King’ would fall for your trick?”
“—I’m being serious about this, and I ask you to think seriously and give me an honest answer.”
The clock fell silent.
Yes.
“King” had clearly seen through everything long ago.
It was waiting for Shen Ye to deceive it.
But Shen Ye did two things.
—He did not side with the Saints, constantly fully supporting “King” in killing the Saints;
—He told the truth of the true world.
These two things were the fundamental reasons he moved “King”!
“King” thus had the idea of going to the true world to investigate.
Otherwise.
If he had continued to follow the Saints’ methods, he might have already died, and all the Saints would have been killed by “King”!
This point.
The Saint of Time had to admit.
“You handled things beautifully, and we also rewarded you with the method of becoming a Saint. There’s no problem with that.”
The Saint of Time said indifferently.
“That’s more like it—each of you Saints is stronger than me. It would lower your status too much to tell obvious lies.” Shen Ye said cheerfully.
“Come to the World of Time, we want to see you.” The clock said.
“What about this dream world?” Shen Ye asked.
“Ulrich is dead, and this world will be destroyed by us. Dream laws will become a thing of the past, its destiny to become useless fragments of law.”
“Why?”
“This is the decision of all of us Saints, and there’s no need to explain it to you.”
A hint of sarcasm touched the corner of Shen Ye’s mouth.
Dream laws were also for everyone.
Just like the ancient laws of “Balance” and “New Life,” everyone could utilize them to explore the mysteries of law and gradually grow stronger.
Since ancient times.
One thing Saints had always done was to sever the path to laws for the masses.
Now.
The dream world was also about to disappear.
“I disagree.”
Shen Ye spoke.
“You disagree? Do you think a small King like you has the right to express an opinion on this matter?” The Saint of Time said with disdain.
In the void.
A circular weapon quietly appeared.
It radiated immense power, as if ready to strike at any moment.
—This was a Saint’s weapon.
Unlike laws, this was a tangible weapon.
Shen Ye was not devoured by laws.
But under a direct attack from a weapon, he absolutely could not withstand a full blow from a Saint.
Not to mention him, even destroying the entire dream world would be effortless for a Saint’s weapon!
At this moment.
The divine weapon hovered above Shen Ye’s head.
With just a gentle descent.
Shen Ye would be dead.
This represented the Saints’ attitude!
But Shen Ye didn’t even look at the weapon hanging over his head.
He spread his hands and said candidly:
“The facts have proven that I saved you just now by disagreeing with your decision.”
“Now I disagree with your decision again, and this will make me save you once more.”
“—So don’t deny me.”
The Saint of Time fell silent.
The circular weapon also remained suspended in mid-air.
If there was anything more important than the Saints’ prestige.
It must be the Saints’ lives.
Shen Ye’s logic was based on “saving the Saints.”
He had just done it once.
He said he could do it again.
This made the Saints hesitate.
They needed to have a quick discussion.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
“There’s a question—why is leaving the dream world inextricably linked to the survival of the Saints?”
The Saint of Time finally asked.
“It’s too simple,” Shen Ye smiled.
“Simple?” The Saint of Time asked.
“Yes.”
Shen Ye continued in a declarative tone:
“King” has been eliminating threats for you for thousands of years.
“It has long grown weary of this.”
“You little brat, what does this have to do with the survival of the Saints?” The Saint of Time’s tone clearly held a hint of violence.
Shen Ye, however, acted as if he hadn’t noticed, smiling as he said:
“You must have seen it too, ‘King’ gave me a method of becoming a Saint to thank me.”
“It wants me to become a Saint.”
“So if I can’t become a Saint, ‘King’ will definitely remember you. It will believe that you destroyed my path, which means defying its will—it will directly go and kill you all.”
“Even so, what does this have to do with the dream world?” The Saint of Time’s tone returned to normal.
Shen Ye sighed and said:
“I want to become a Saint, but who would give me a spot?”
The Saint of Time said nothing.
“Right, no one would yield their position.”
Shen Ye continued:
“It actively gave me the method of becoming a Saint, yet I couldn’t become one. Would it be happy? Please answer me.”
The Saint of Time had nothing to say.
“It gets angry, you die.”
“—How simple the logic.”
The words were spoken.
The logic was reasonably sound, but not necessarily entirely correct.
The crucial point was—
Dared the Saints gamble?
Gamble their lives that “King” would no longer pay attention to this matter?
What if?
Could the Saints bear risking their lives?
As long as one gambles, there’s a chance of losing.
Shen Ye fully believed the Saints understood this extremely simple and straightforward truth.
So he concluded:
“Don’t cause trouble, leave the dream world to me.”
“I’ll become a Saint here.”
A long silence.
The clock on the wall was still.
The Saints.
It seemed they were discussing the current situation.
Shen Ye knew this, and he wasn’t in a hurry at all. He took out a chocolate bar and munched on it.
Just eating it like this wasn’t satisfying enough.
He boiled some water, made a bowl of instant noodles, and then chilled some cola.
Everything was ready!
Seriously.
Everything else was settled.
Only the Saints here were holding things up.
Just wait patiently.
He was so tired, cold, and hungry, why not eat?
Shen Ye began to eat his noodles.
After he had eaten his fill, had a drink, and stretched his body, just as he was starting to get a little impatient—
The Saints’ decision finally arrived.
“It’s decided.”
Inside the clock, the Saint’s voice rang out again:
“The dream world will ultimately be destroyed.”
“This is absolutely irreversible.”
“As for you—”
“We have extra laws that can allow you to become a new Saint.”
“Oh?” Shen Ye asked with interest, “What kind of law?”
“This.”
The void opened.
A vile, pulsating mass landed before Shen Ye.
“What is this?” he asked.
“The Law of Corruption—though it has no offensive power, it’s a prerequisite for many rituals. Almost all live sacrifices require activating this law first,” said the Saint of Time.
“And then?” Shen Ye pressed.
“You are the Lord of Laws, you can be the first to appear at the ritual and eat the freshly fallen souls—you get the first bite.”
Shen Ye fell into thought, muttering:
“Sacrifice to your mouth first… why does this sound so familiar…”
“No more talking, let’s begin. This is your only chance to become a Saint—with your current strength, this matter would usually be ten thousand years too early,” said the Saint of Time.
“Is my strength really that bad?” Shen Ye asked.
“What do you think? Do you perhaps believe you can fight me?” The Saint of Time asked.
The circular divine weapon descended and circled Shen Ye once.
The power it radiated was stronger than any weapon Shen Ye had ever seen!
“Indeed, I can’t win.”
Shen Ye sighed, pulling out a long, curved sword and wiping it with his sleeve.
The Law Blade granted by “King”.
This blade possessed thirty-six ancient laws and had a faint connection to “King”.
Fight?
Fight.
The long blade rose.
But the circular divine weapon retreated several meters as if shocked.
The Saint of Time snorted.
Damn brat.
He’s so arrogant just because he’s relying on that monster’s blade!
“Now, let’s inherit the Law of Corruption—and you must explain why you are immune to the devouring of various laws once you are transferred over.” The Saint said indifferently, concealing his emotions.
“Alright,” Shen Ye smiled.
He slashed the long blade into the void.
In an instant.
The entire dream world seemed to resonate, pulling him and causing him to vanish instantly.
He was gone!
But the muddy, vile law still floated in mid-air.
In the room.
Silence for a breath.
Suddenly.
The entire space began to tremble violently.
This trembling originated from the deepest core of the world—
One could even say it came from the fundamental laws of the dream world!
The furious voice of the Saint of Time suddenly roared:
“Stop him!”
“Begin destroying this world—attack with full power!”
The circular weapon hovering in mid-air began to spin, releasing fierce, glowing bladed light, about to instantly pulverize the entire castle.
*Ding ding ding!*
“Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, green grass stretches to the sky.”
A female voice rang out.
—It was a phone ringtone!
A black phone was on the table.
The phone screen lit up.
Shen Ye suddenly appeared on the screen, waving at the camera.
“Esteemed ‘King’.”
He seemed to have specifically styled himself, looking very approachable, dressed in colorful clothes, appearing quite flamboyant.
—He could even go on stage and be a concert singer.
“When you see this video, I am in the dream world, preparing to complete the trial and become a Saint.”
He held the blade like a microphone.
His passionate words continued:
“Some Saints wanted to persuade me to give up.”
“But when I thought that my method of becoming a Saint was gifted by you, my heart was so excited, so warm, and so grateful!”
“Thank you! Thank you!”
He waved his hand.
Virtual applause sounded again and again.
When the applause stopped, he grasped the blade and continued speaking into the hilt:
“The following song—no, I mean, I am about to use your method of becoming a Saint.”
“Please bless me.”
“By the way, if I fail, it absolutely doesn’t mean your method of becoming a Saint isn’t excellent.”
“It must be that those Saints destroyed the entire dream world.”
“Don’t blame them, really—it’s not worth getting angry at those rotten people.”
“Please kill them.”
“Thank you.”
The video ended.
The phone screen went black.
At the same time, the rapidly spinning circular weapon suddenly stopped.
Dead silence.
The clock on the wall stood still, unable to utter a word for a long time.
But soon.
Voices speaking over each other filled the room:
“Let’s think of another strategy.”
“I think so too.”
“Don’t destroy the dream world for now.”
“—How about we set up enough law traps in the trial, preferably activating the entire trial to its highest difficulty.”
“Precisely, with our full effort, we can definitely do this.”
“That way—”
“His failure will be his own fault, and irrelevant to us.”
“Absolutely correct.”
“Then let’s begin…”
“Ridiculous, a punk with utterly insufficient strength dares to threaten us.”
“If he dies in the trial, no one can blame anyone else.”
“Exactly.”
…
On the other side.
Deep within infinite dark flames.
That independent void.
The black church.
A figure appeared abruptly.
Xiao Mengyu.
She looked around in surprise, whispering:
“This is…”
“The location of the Destruction Faction,” someone replied.
Xiao Mengyu turned her head.
A tall woman stood not far behind her.
This woman had emerald green eyes, long black hair reaching her waist, an indifferent gaze, and lips as red as fire.
“Shen Ye entrusted you to me,” the woman said.
“And you are?” Xiao Mengyu asked.
“I am Pe’aso now—but I’m actually Lanxi, Pe’aso, Anne, and Chatelet,” the woman said.
“?” Xiao Mengyu.
The woman’s expression remained unchanged, and she said indifferently, “The others, I can place them in the nightmare world, but you have a special mission—”
“Shen Ye said the mission of the Eternal Poem falls to you.”
“He told you to be careful, surviving is most important, and to figure out a way after he finishes his business.”
“The original message has been delivered.”
Xiao Mengyu quickly asked, “Where is Shen Ye? Why didn’t he come back?”
“He has a very difficult battle to fight.”
“I can participate too.”
“No… in fact, if he didn’t summon you, you’d best not go.”
“Why!” Xiao Mengyu said.
“Isn’t it obvious? Because in an irreversible situation, he is the only one who can find a way to survive, no one has ever been able to match him.”
The woman’s voice became layered, sounding as if four women were speaking in unison.
The woman named Pe’aso turned her gaze to the stained-glass window on a distant wall, and with a hint of emotion, continued:
“The first time his power awakened, he faced a raging undead relic.”
“He became friends with them.”
“Later, I was cursed and became neither human nor ghost—he won me over by working for me.”
“Wait, what do you mean by ‘won you over’?” Xiao Mengyu asked.
Pe’aso’s thoughts were interrupted, her eyes suddenly changed color, turning amber, then finally azure blue.
Her hair also turned golden, and her entire aura and demeanor changed accordingly, making her appear even more beautiful and captivating.
This beauty was extremely dominant, as if not allowing anyone else to contend with it.
Xiao Mengyu looked at her, feeling a sense of inferiority, and forced herself to say:
“Who exactly are you?”
“It doesn’t matter who I am, just remember my words.”
The woman’s expression was bland, her tone cold:
“Most humans cannot participate in his battles, because among humans, no one can compare to him.”
“For example, you—you’ve always been led by him, haven’t you?”
“So don’t dream of going back to find him, holding him back, or even fantasizing about participating in his battles.”
“Just do your own thing.”
“—Remember.”
As her words fell.
Behind the woman, overlapping phantoms of aspects emerged.
Even though this aspect had changed from before—
Xiao Mengyu could still sense Shen Ye’s aura within this aspect.
—Shen Ye had revealed his aspect, allowing this woman to bring everyone back!
He saved everyone!
The woman turned and walked into the aspect, disappearing with the mesmerizing light and shadow.
She left.
She followed Shen Ye’s instructions, placed herself here, and then left.
She herself—
Had no right to participate in the ensuing battle.
Xiao Mengyu silently lowered her head, staring blankly at her toes.
Yes.
Ever since he faced that Skin-peeler, he had been remarkable.
Things that seemed impossible.
He always found a way.
Whether it was the changes in the exam, or the catastrophe deep beneath the school, or later—
She had never been his equal.
But.
She didn’t want to compete with him.
She just wanted to—
Fight alongside him.
…Didn’t she even have that qualification?
The dark church was silent.
Without a sound.
A figure wreathed in black flames suddenly appeared.
—This was a Lord of Destruction!
He stared at Xiao Mengyu.
Xiao Mengyu didn’t turn back, nor did she acknowledge him.
The Lord of Destruction thought for a moment, then spoke:
“Respected goddess, I fled before, but soon I realized my mistake.”
“Please forgive me.”
“May I follow you?”
He walked up step by step, the uncontrollable madness in his eyes growing stronger.
He hadn’t expected it.
When there was nobody around her, her aura and fluctuations were completely exposed.
So weak!
So weak…
Why not kill her?
As long as she died, the chase by the three Destruction Lords would end!
Xiao Mengyu still said nothing, as if she no longer had any breath.
“Goddess, I am willing to offer you the City of Destruction under my command, to show my loyalty.”
He drew closer.
—He was already within striking distance.
He adjusted the power throughout his body, slowed his tone, and began to speak: “I—”
*Clang!*
A sword sings.
Xiao Mengyu drew the Luoshen Sword and slashed it at the opponent.
“This is called swordsmanship? Too weak!”
He looked at the sword stroke, extremely excited, and screamed as he swung a battle-axe.
—His strength was about five times hers; one axe swing would be enough to cleave her and her sword in two!
He truly couldn’t understand.
How did she become a Lord God when she was so weak?
In a flash.
A strange phenomenon occurred.
The entire church, and indeed the entire world, seemed to be completely filled with boundless, dark flames.
Viscous, twisted, compressed destructive source energy gathered on the woman, draining all the power of the entire Destruction Calamity, and then—
It erupted.
—The characteristic of destruction is eruption!
But—
How could it reach such a degree?
He looked up at the towering dark flames, at the power capable of destroying everything bursting forth from the opponent’s longsword.
Then.
The slash—
This sword strike went from slow to fast, suddenly becoming incredibly swift, surpassing anything he could comprehend.
—It was as if she had drawn her sword out, and before completing the move, she sheathed it again.
*Clang!*
In an instant.
All anomalies disappeared.
The sword was sheathed.
Xiao Mengyu stood there unscathed, her head raised, looking earnestly at the Lord of Destruction across from her.
“What did you just say?”
She asked.
The Lord of Destruction was silent for a few breaths, then spoke: “What kind of swordsmanship is that?”
“Basic swordsmanship,” Xiao Mengyu said.
“Mobilizing the destructive power of the entire great calamity to erupt… and it’s basic swordsmanship?” The Lord of Destruction questioned.
“Yes, I’m too weak. I need to build a solid foundation before I can pursue the true path of the sword.”
Xiao Mengyu’s tone was calm, as if stating a fact.
The Lord of Destruction swayed a few times.
He slowly knelt down, crying and laughing, mumbling:
“…Ridiculous.”
“If I had known you possessed such swordsmanship, where would be the harm in my truly following you?”
The battle axe shattered.
Head and body separated.
Blood splattered five steps away.
Dark flames surged from the ground, boiling like water, converging behind Xiao Mengyu.
Her expression remained unchanged, and she calmly said:
“Come out now.”
Clusters of black flames quietly appeared in the church.
Several Lords of Destruction emerged from the dark flames, surrounding her.
They were observing her.
—Both observing and waiting.
Waiting for her to reveal a flaw.
But she spoke:
“The ritual of destructive submission is very simple. If you perform the ritual and contribute your power, you can avoid death.”
“Do you think one person can defeat the three of us?” a Lord of Destruction said.
“I’ll count to five. After five, I’ll kill someone,” Xiao Mengyu said.
“I saw your sword strike. If you fight us all out, you’ll also die,” another Lord of Destruction said.
Xiao Mengyu glanced at him and said:
“Five.”
“Why hurt both sides? We can actually form an alliance,” the third Lord of Destruction said.
—The sword was drawn.
This sword strike was different from the previous one.
Xiao Mengyu, in union with her sword, transformed into a streak of sword light, instantly smashing through the church and disappearing without a trace.
The next second.
She gracefully reappeared in the church.
A dagger was plunged into her shoulder, blood gushing out.
—But among the three Lords of Destruction, one was already gone.
“This move is very dangerous for me, because with my strength, I couldn’t originally kill you. So I activated the second layer of sword technique, abandoning defense and risking death, to unleash this move.”
She explained.
Boundless dark flames rose from the ground, engulfing the three figures.
—Another one was just killed.
Xiao Mengyu’s injuries were also not light.
“How about we call it quits?” she asked.
Among the two Lords of Destruction, one’s expression relaxed slightly, while the other suddenly shouted:
“Damn it! Don’t get distracted!”
The man immediately reacted.
That’s right.
Her sword and strategy were too unpredictable.
He actually let down his guard!
Damn it!
The two hurriedly huddled together, adopting a defensive stance.
But—
Nothing happened.
Xiao Mengyu didn’t take the opportunity to attack, merely stood calmly in place, looking as if she didn’t want to fight at all.
Did she really intend to stop?
As the two Lords of Destruction wondered, they saw her speak again:
“Three.”
Three!
She would kill when she counted to one!
One Lord of Destruction simply couldn’t bear it any longer and shouted:
“Let’s all die together, you’ll never succeed!”
“Good,” Xiao Mengyu said.
“Good?” The other party couldn’t help but say.
Xiao Mengyu seemed a little melancholic, and said softly, “Yes, rather than being a useless burden, it’s better to die—but if I really kill you all—”
“Wait a moment,” one of the Lords of Destruction suddenly spoke.
“Two,” Xiao Mengyu said.
Her long sword was drawn.
A will to die emanated from her sword intent, mixing with the infinite destructive power in the void, transforming into flames that permeated everything.
The two Lords of Destruction were both very discerning individuals.
“Perfectly matched affinity!” one said.
“What—how is this possible, perfectly matched with the will of destruction! Perhaps she is the original body of destruction!” The other was incoherent.
“One,” Xiao Mengyu said.
The two of them roared in unison, bracing themselves for her attack.
But she didn’t move.
She didn’t even make a move!
—She had tricked the opponent twice in a row!
All the destructive primordial energy was accumulating within her, and every second it became more violent and irresistible.
The longer the time, the more advantageous it was for her!
But to actively attack her—
The first one to go would surely die!
The two main gods hesitated for a long time.
Wind.
The wind began to blow.
The strong wind rustled Xiao Mengyu’s clothes, revealing large patches of bloodstains.
She was injured.
But she didn’t care, simply lowered her gaze to her sword, remaining silent.
Ready to strike at any moment.
But she kept holding back, continuously accumulating power.
Suddenly.
One of the Lords of Destruction sighed deeply:
“No more fighting, let us complete that ritual.”
His companion also abandoned their defense.
The opponent hadn’t even attacked yet, and they were already destined to lose.
It was too insane.
He had never seen such swordsmanship.
He had never seen such heart-attacking sword intent.
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