Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 622
byThe abyss of dark flames.
A figure shrouded in black climbed out.
Flames surged around him, burning off the blackness and transforming it into a robe that draped over him.
Before he could catch his breath, a voice echoed in his ear:
“You are Kaelen.”
A sword gently rested on his head, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
“Yes, I am Kaelen, and who are you?”
Kaelen had no choice but to say.
He looked at the woman across from him, and suddenly remembered something, unable to help but say:
“You are the Goddess of Destruction?”
“Yes, I need your power—don’t worry, you are his friend, I will leave you a seed of destructive origin, and you can slowly grow.”
“Can I refuse?”
“Time is tight, probably not.”
The longsword descended.
Boom—
Kaelen instantly transformed into a shattered rune, returning to the abyss.
Only Xiao Mengyu stood where she was.
She closed her eyes slightly, quietly experiencing the changes in the power within her.
At this moment.
The power of the twelve main gods had all returned to her.
What would happen next?
…A bit confused.
After all, the Eternal Poem was in Shen Ye’s hands, and only he could see the next step of information.
She had found a legitimate reason to go find him.
A little excited.
But first—
Xiao Mengyu suddenly opened her eyes.
She looked up, quietly watching the twelve glowing runes dancing in mid-air.
What’s going on?
How could there be runes?
She quickly judged.
These runes were not external objects.
They were the twelve destructive forces she had absorbed.
Power.
Transformed into runes.
And these twelve runes appeared before her, forming a line of human text:
“The souls of the twelve main gods have no intelligence.”
“Then what are they?” Xiao Mengyu couldn’t help but wonder.
As soon as she had that thought, the line of human text immediately changed:
“Together they form the primary principle of a law chain, and you now possess it.”
“Destruction is a law? Why has no one ever said that before?” Xiao Mengyu pondered.
The line of text changed again:
“Because its true power has always been hidden, until the thirteenth person appeared—this person must be a true human—she obtained the complete twelve destructive forces, and then…”
And then?
And then what?
Xiao Mengyu stared blankly at the line of text.
Suddenly.
She noticed wisps of fire beginning to emerge from the text.
Fire as faint as fireflies.
This line of glowing small characters revealed new content:
“Destruction mission released.”
“You have currently received the mission: ‘Swords into Plowshares’.”
“Description: That truth creation has been lurking among humanity for billions of years. You must find it and destroy it.”
“The clue is: a consumable used by humans.”
“Reward: Your law tree will evolve, allowing it to complement your swordsmanship.”
“—It has begun.”
Xiao Mengyu was stunned.
She had never thought that “destruction,” as a law, would target a truth creation.
Why.
Was there some hidden secret here?
Xiao Mengyu fell into deep thought.
…
Dream World.
Shen Ye stood at the entrance of a fortress, waiting for the dream trial to begin.
Suddenly.
He felt something and reached out to catch a card.
On the card was a burning torch, illuminating the surroundings and revealing a line of small characters hidden in the void:
“Humanity is regaining the power of destruction.”
“But that mad creation, it has been lurking among humanity for eons, controlling everything about humans.”
“Quickly destroy it.”
“Do not let it meet its recently awakened master.”
Eternal Poem!
Logically, everything it spoke of was related to the fate of humanity.
What did these few reminders mean?
Xiao Mengyu succeeded?
And then—
There’s a mad creation among us…
Shen Ye pondered for a moment.
Mad.
No, there was no mad creation around him.
This matter.
He would have to talk to Xiao Mengyu about it later.
As for now—
Rumble!
The fortress gate slowly rose.
A paper figure dressed in a colorful suit walked out and hovered at the entrance.
“Welcome.”
“As a challenger aspiring to be the King of Dreams, you must be a king, and your power must be related to dreams.”
“—Do you meet the requirements?”
“I am the King of Nightmares,” Shen Ye said.
“Nightmares,” the paper figure bowed slightly, “‘Name’ related to dreams is extremely important. You must守你的‘噩夢’之名.”
“And then I’ve passed?” Shen Ye asked.
“Because there are no competitors, as long as you pass the trial, your ‘Nightmare’ will elevate your kingly skill to the level of a saintly skill.”
“Then, let us begin.”
The paper figure moved aside, gesturing for Shen Ye to enter the fortress.
Just as Shen Ye was about to step forward, he saw a streak of light fly in and land beside him, transforming into a tall, gaunt figure wrapped in bandages.
“A competitor has appeared,” the paper figure said.
Its aura immediately changed, and its tone shifted from relaxed to filled with killing intent:
“There can only be one King of Dreams, and you two must compete.”
“Trial difficulty increased, content updated.”
“Start!”
As soon as the words fell.
The tall, thin figure flashed and ran into the fortress.
Shen Ye naturally followed closely.
As soon as the two entered the fortress, everything around them disappeared.
Historical images of the dream world continuously flashed around them, finally settling on a single scene.
It was an eerie ancient castle.
The two landed simultaneously on the castle’s observation deck.
“Who are you?”
Shen Ye asked.
“The one who will take your life,” the tall, thin man said.
His entire body was covered in bandages inscribed with runes, forming an invisible energy field.
But Shen Ye couldn’t tell what the energy field was for.
The paper figure reappeared and said:
“You have three minutes to rest and prepare.”
“When the time is up, everything in the castle will change, and you could die at any moment!”
“Remember.”
“Only three minutes.”
Hooosh—
The paper figure was sliced into pieces by a circular weapon.
Shen Ye’s pupils contracted, and he couldn’t help but exclaim:
“You are—the Saint of Time?”
The circular weapon flew back and was caught by the tall, thin man.
He spoke with a gloomy tone:
“I didn’t say who I was.”
“However, after sealing much of my power and using seven saints to confuse the laws to sneak through, I finally entered the competition for the King of Dreams.”
“—This is all because of you, kid.”
Shen Ye was stunned.
A Saint—
To actually be able to reach here and personally participate in the dream trial.
It must have taken a great deal of effort.
But.
“You want me dead that badly?” Shen Ye asked.
“The trial has already begun, you died because you failed the trial, it has nothing to do with the Saints!” The tall, thin man shouted, his hands quickly forming a seal.
That circular weapon immediately slashed towards Shen Ye.
The battle had begun!
Shen Ye had no choice but to grip the hilt of his blade.
—Fighting a Saint?
The only good news was that the opponent had sealed their power to enter here.
But they were still a Saint.
Their skill in using weapons and their mastery of spells were definitely beyond his own!
Then—
Clang!
The long saber was drawn, and Shen Ye unleashed his strongest move with full force.
—Turbulent World Slash!
The blade met the circular weapon.
Just before the two collided—
The world suddenly split in two, forming two halves.
Now.
What appeared before Shen Ye and the Saint of Time were two identical, completely identical worlds!
A phantom figure then emerged.
“Ulrich!”
Shen Ye exclaimed in surprise.
That’s right.
The phantom standing in the gap between the two worlds was indeed Ulrich.
But he had no physical form, only a phantom.
Ulrich first looked at the Saint of Time, then turned his head to look at Shen Ye.
“If you can see this dream phantom of mine, it means I am already dead.”
Ulrich said.
“Which one of you is this?” Shen Ye asked.
Ulrich said: “This is a dream phantom I left behind beforehand. It can distinguish who posesses true dream power, thereby identifying the legitimate challenger.”
Shen Ye nodded slightly.
—He was the King of Nightmares, not only in name but also possessing the power of dream laws in his swordsmanship.
Ulrich’s phantom continued:
“I guess the Saints either destroyed the dream world, or seized the power of the dream laws.”
“If it was the former, I would have no way to help.”
“But if it’s like this now—”
He leapt lightly from in front of Shen Ye, landing in the world belonging to the Saint of Time.
The two worlds gradually began to separate.
Ulrich’s phantom charged towards the Saint completely covered in bandages.
His voice echoed in Shen Ye’s ears:
“The first layer of the trial comes from the previous King of Dreams.”
“The only help I can give you is here.”
“Remember.”
“Go directly to the Town Chief, confess everything, ask him for guidance, and you can pass the first level and receive the corresponding reward.”
“—This is all I can do for you.”
“And it’s my counterattack against the Saints.”
As his words fell.
The opposite world suddenly disappeared.
Shen Ye slowly lowered his long saber.
Not far in front of him.
Two phantoms displayed the scene of their recent battle.
Shen Ye saw himself drawing his saber to meet the Saint of Time, but was frozen the moment he unleashed his swordsmanship.
Even though he instantly countered with the law of time—
The Saint had already seized the initiative.
The circular weapon slashed down at him, and he couldn’t dodge at all.
The paper figure reappeared and said:
“The previous King of Dreams deduced the outcome of that battle for you.”
“This is the gift he left for you.”
“Now, begin your first trial.”
“Where is my competitor?” Shen Ye asked.
The paper figure said:
“The competition is temporarily suspended.”
“Both parties must complete the first layer of the trial before they can meet again before the next trial begins.”
“At that time, you can open the competition again.”
“Now, the first layer of the trial begins!”
It disappeared again.
In this dream world, only Shen Ye remained.
Shen Ye couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.
He could certainly use the law of time, but he was definitely not as proficient as the Saint of Time.
So, he did lose half a move just now.
The battles to come would be even more perilous.
—Thanks to Ulrich, he had obtained such valuable combat intelligence.
He had bought himself a chance.
But after the first trial, he would encounter the Saint of Time again.
At that time.
How would he cope?
Shen Ye fell into contemplation.
The surrounding dreamscape changed rapidly.
In a short while.
A small town appeared before Shen Ye’s eyes.
—Go directly to the Town Chief?
Then go.
Shen Ye took a few steps, walked through the town for a while, asked a few pedestrians, and then knew the Town Chief’s office location.
He came to a clean and tidy large wooden house and reached out to knock on the door.
“Come in.”
A voice came from inside.
Shen Ye pushed the door open and entered.
He saw a middle-aged man with an honest and kind appearance sitting behind a spacious desk.
He was wearing a red plaid shirt, dark blue work pants, and a pair of leather shoes.
“Hello, young adventurer, can I help you?”
The middle-aged man asked kindly.
“Are you the Town Chief?”
“Yes, and you are?”
“Ulrich sent me; I’m here to participate in the dream trial,” Shen Ye said.
—As the saying goes, a dying man’s words are good.
Ulrich hated the Saints.
From his perspective, he would probably hope someone would step forward to continue wielding the dream laws and resist the Saints.
He might as well give it a try!
“Ulrich, how is he doing?” the Town Chief asked with a smile.
“He’s dead,” Shen Ye said frankly.
“Another one dead,” the Town Chief sighed, “For tens of thousands of years, the King of Dreams has always died mysteriously, so the power of the dream laws has been unable to advance.”
“—This is truly saddening.”
Shen Ye had intended to mention the Saints.
But seeing the other party’s expression, he suddenly felt that there was no need to say it again.
The other party didn’t seem to be a simple dream entity.
Judging from his tone, he seemed to know everything that was happening outside!
Then—
“I want to become the new King of Dreams. What should I do?” Shen Ye asked.
“I have two types of guidance: one is Ulrich’s guidance, and the other includes his guidance plus my personal opinion,” said the Town Chief.
“Then I must choose the second option,” Shen Ye asked.
“The first option is public, the second option requires payment.”
“I am willing to pay something in exchange for the second type of guidance.”
“Very good,” the Town Chief cheered. “Since you can utilize the dream laws, please do something for this little town—anything that benefits its existence can be considered payment.”
Shen Ye fell into deep thought.
This point.
Ulrich didn’t mention it.
Perhaps he was too rushed at the time to make everything perfect?
Benefiting a town in a dream—
What should he do?
Shen Ye thought for a moment and quickly found the answer.
He reached out and grabbed something faintly glowing from the void.
“In the previous battle, you used the descriptor ‘Mandala Uroboros’ to extract elements from your opponent.”
“Currently extracting law element: Time.”
“You have transformed it into the ‘Dream’ law.”
“Do you wish to bestow this dream law upon the current dream?”
Shen Ye’s mind moved, and he immediately chose yes.
That ball of law quietly disappeared.
Whether it was an illusion or something else, he suddenly felt that the Town Chief in front of him had become much clearer.
“Can this be considered payment?”
Shen Ye asked.
“Of course! You broke the law of conservation and added laws to the dream—but how did you do that?” the Town Chief said cheerfully.
Shen Ye paused for a breath.
Honesty.
—Ulrich said, be honest.
Strictly speaking.
He was a member of the Dawnbreakers.
And even if he spoke the truth, it wouldn’t really have any impact.
After all, he was about to face a life-or-death battle with that Saint of Time!
“I have a descriptor that extracts laws.”
Shen Ye said.
The Town Chief nodded and said, “The power of the descriptor is extremely strong, no wonder you can steal a bit of law from the Saint of Time.”
He raised his hand and formed a spell seal.
In an instant.
On the streets of the small town, a being wrapped in bandages, holding a circular weapon, appeared.
—The Saint of Time!
“This is Ulrich’s guidance—he generated a phantom here that you can spar with to improve yourself.”
The Town Chief continued, “You need to seize the time to familiarize yourself with the Saint of Time’s power, because he will pass the test very quickly.”
“Understood, I’ll go out and have a spar with this phantom,” Shen Ye said.
“Wait—I haven’t given you my guidance yet,” the Town Chief said.
“Please enlighten me,” Shen Ye clasped his hands.
The Town Chief looked at him, his eyes filled with profound meaning:
“The Saint of Time sealed all his power and, with the help of other Saints, managed to deceive the dream laws to participate in this trial.”
“—This is a good opportunity to kill him.”
“But he has survived countless eons throughout the myriad worlds, and has seen an innumerable amount of skills and moves.”
“Remember.”
“Use moves he hasn’t seen before.”
As soon as his words fell.
The Town Chief formed another hand seal.
An endless surge of dream law origin energy gushed from underground and flowed into Shen Ye’s body.
Lines of faint glowing text appeared:
“You have received the ‘Town Chief’s’ gift.”
“The law origin energy bestowed by the current ‘Town Chief’ carries a powerful ‘dream come true’ quality, which can help you enhance an ability.”
“Please choose carefully.”
Shen Ye finished reading, then immediately took two steps back and clasped his hands in a bow.
“Thank you, sir.”
He said sincerely.
The Town Chief waved his hand and said, “Don’t thank me. In fact, I am already very weak… dying. If you fail, I will prepare for eternal slumber.”
“Then I’m off.”
“Go.”
Shen Ye turned around and walked out to the street.
He drew his saber and walked toward the phantom of the Saint of Time.
Time waits for no one.
He must quickly familiarize himself with the Saint’s methods!
The long saber flashed.
He had already pounced on the phantom and engaged in battle.
Time slowly passed.
Shen Ye became more and more alarmed as he fought.
—The Saint’s moves were completely beyond his expectations.
Occasionally, he would gain the upper hand.
But more often, the Saint of Time could entangle him for a long time with just his moves.
Approximately forty minutes later.
He suddenly sheathed his saber, retreated to the side, and began to ponder silently.
“Not fighting anymore?”
The Town Chief, who was observing from the side, asked.
“The Saint is too strong, continuing to adapt to its moves is meaningless,” Shen Ye said.
“Then how will you defeat it?”
“I’m thinking.”
Just as Shen Ye was about to continue pondering, the Town Chief said:
“I regret to inform you that you don’t have time—”
“He has just passed the trial and is about to appear before you.”
The next second.
The void opened.
The Saint of Time appeared across the street.
“Have you thought about your last words?”
The Saint of Time asked unhurriedly.
Shen Ye lowered his head, silent, and suddenly had a thought.
The enormous dream power from the Town Chief was immediately transformed by him into a source of evolution for a certain ability.
Dreams had come true!
That ability had indeed risen a level.
The Saint of Time looked towards the Town Chief again, his face full of sarcasm:
“I never thought laws would have such a day—to pin their hopes on weak species just to cling to existence.”
The Town Chief said calmly, “So many of your laws came together to attack just one of me, how shameless.”
“This is an era where the victor is king,” the Saint of Time said.
“And I haven’t surrendered yet,” the Town Chief said.
Both fell silent.
The Town Chief retreated.
The Saint of Time then turned his gaze back to Shen Ye.
“It’s over.”
The Saint of Time leaped, rushing towards Shen Ye.
Shen Ye raised the blade in his hand.
One move.
Blood splattered.
“Hahahaha, that’s enough! That’s enough!”
The Saint of Time’s wild laughter echoed through the heavens and earth.
Shen Ye knelt on one knee, his wounds shocking, clearly beyond saving.
But he raised his long saber again.
In an instant.
Countless phantoms unfurled from him, instantly forming a world that replaced the original one.
Lines of faint glowing text appeared:
“You used the power of ‘dreams come true’ to elevate your 法相 by one level.”
“Your 法相 is a unique power of the True World, and this advancement has reached an unprecedented level of 法相.”
“Congratulations.”
“Your 法相 has been upgraded to:”
“Yin-Yang Fate Weaver.”
“Unique Dharma, Emergent Manifestation, the closest to the true essence of reality’s圣相 of the Dharma Realm.”
“Description: When the 法相 rotates into the underworld, any enemies within it are certain to die; when the 法相 rotates into the Yang world, you within it will be resurrected.”
The blade.
It paused in mid-air, then suddenly exploded with a fierce and tragic cold light once more.
This time.
The power on the long blade was different from before.
The descriptor “Lyric Siren” above Shen Ye’s head flashed.
—Turbulent World Slash temporarily increased by two ranks.
“Again!”
Shen Ye shouted.
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