Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 623

The whole world was gloomy, without a ray of sunshine.

The earth was dim.

The town had disappeared.

On the endless barren wasteland, only a few low-rise houses could be seen.

The Saint of Time looked around and said,

“A good spell.”

“Of course it’s good, it will kill you,” said Shen Ye.

But the Saint of Time laughed.

The gloomy aura around him could not erode his body at all, and he casually held a talisman in his hand.

“I am still in the past half an hour – the law of time ensures that I have not arrived in the present world.

“Naturally, I will not be affected by it.”

A layer of translucent light emanated from him, like a protective shield, isolating the dark energy.

—This is the power of time!

Shen Ye drew his long saber, his aura surging.

“Is it destruction? The characteristics of destruction are indeed troublesome, but your foundation is too weak.”

The Saint of Time said in a condescending tone:

“After casting a death-type spell, you have lost about one-third of your strength. Now, even with the power of destruction, there is no hope of winning against me.”

Shen Ye looked at him and suddenly smiled.

“Why don’t we try?”

“Alright.”

Boom—

The endless river of time suddenly appeared.

The circular weapon in the Saint of Time’s hand flew into the long river, going against the current.

“Have you ever tried something—”

“I already killed you a few minutes ago.”

Along with the voice of the Saint of Time, the circular weapon reached a few minutes ago and instantly pierced Shen Ye’s back.

He was dead!

“It’s a pity, if I hadn’t told you, you wouldn’t have understood my spell at all.”

“This is how it is below a Saint; they can never comprehend the power of a Saint.”

The Saint of Time sighed, feeling a bit bored.

He relaxed his grip.

The time spell immediately disappeared.

But—

Shen Ye still stood opposite him intact, holding his long saber, seemingly about to launch an attack.

“This isn’t right, you’re already dead.”

The Saint of Time stared at him and said.

“What a pity,” Shen Ye said, “if I hadn’t told you, you wouldn’t have understood my spell at all.”

“This is how Saints are, always unable to understand others.”

The words were returned!

The Saint of Time naturally understood his meaning.

“It’s useless, I just need to kill you again — no matter how many times, you will always end up dead.”

With a casual wave of his hand.

The circular weapon instantly disappeared, appearing directly in front of Shen Ye.

The sharp edge of the weapon was only a centimeter away from him, and it was about to cut him in half—

Clang!

A clear metallic clashing sound rang out.

The Saint of Time beckoned with his hand, recalling the deflected weapon, and said,

“Your swordsmanship… has improved.”

“Everyone improves,” Shen Ye said.

The Saint of Time shook his head and said, “To be able to block my Wheel of Time, you are already considered a master among kings, but it is still very easy for me to kill you.”

The Wheel of Time in his hand suddenly disappeared again.

This time.

The Wheel of Time entered the river of time, instantly splitting into several instances, going to kill Shen Ye at those points in time.

But Shen Ye was gone.

A thunderous crash echoed.

The Saint of Time swayed twice in place, steadied himself, and held the Wheel of Time that had just flown back into his hand.

Shen Ye was sent flying, retreating tens of meters, and landing on the ground.

“Ptooey.”

He spat out a mouthful of blood, massaged his numb wrist, and stared at the Saint opposite him.

—So difficult to kill.

“No, that’s not right,” the Saint of Time’s eyes were somewhat gloomy.

“What’s not right?” Shen Ye asked.

“Your saber technique has improved once again—this is impossible.”

The Saint of Time continued,

“Among the myriad worlds, is there any means to suddenly improve one’s saber technique?”

“Usually it’s potions.”

“Perhaps you’ve acquired some new saber technique legacy.”

“But judging by the style of your saber technique, you probably learned a destruction-based one, so it possesses a certain explosive power.”

“And you can escape the control of the laws, which can synergize with your saber technique.”

“Therefore—”

“You truly are a talented individual.”

“I want to kill you even more now.”

“You’ve already killed me,” Shen Ye said.

“I will make you die completely in this dream, and your bones will become humanoid traces on the fragments as the entire dream world shatters. This will be enough to warn latecomers not to challenge the authority of a Saint.”

Said the Saint of Time.

“Your words are always long and drawn out. Has no one ever told you that before?” Shen Ye said.

He suddenly disappeared from his original spot.

A dense, unyielding saber light, like a mountain, descended fiercely upon the Saint of Time.

Boom—

The fierce impact generated a powerful gust of wind that swept away everything around.

Shen Ye, like a leaf dancing wildly in the wind, flew backward again, drifting aimlessly in the sky.

His tiger’s mouth had been split open, and his hands were covered in blood.

The reverberating force had also caused cracks in the bones throughout his body.

—Is this the power of a Saint?

Even without being affected by the laws, I still can’t win!

A small hand quietly appeared behind Shen Ye and pressed lightly.

Heaven-Piercing Technique!

After casting this spell, Chatelet once again hid within the Dharmakaya.

Shen Ye instantly recovered completely.

He landed in front of the Saint of Time, holding his long saber with both hands, ready to attack again at any moment.

“So you have companions.”

Said the Saint of Time.

“Didn’t you also use the power of many Saints to enter this trial?” Shen Ye asked.

The Saint of Time, however, laughed and said, “I am the Saint who has cultivated for the longest time among all the Saints—after all, time is under my command, control, and dominion.”

“So, in terms of combat skills alone, few Saints can surpass me.”

“Do you understand what I mean?”

Shen Ye shook his head.

—This guy really talks a lot of rubbish.

But there was some scattered information in his words that he couldn’t ignore.

The Saint of Time spoke,

“You thought gathering a group of people to fight me would allow you to last a bit longer, but—”

“There will always be a moment when your mortal power runs out.”

“I will patiently wait until that moment, and then kill you and your companions.”

Shen Ye paused, then said,

“Your combat skills indeed surpass anyone I’ve ever seen before.”

“So, I will continue to fight you until I’m exhausted.”

The Saint of Time dismissively said,

“Stubborn fool, then come on, you will witness your own defeat.”

Both disappeared from their original positions simultaneously.

In an instant.

Saber lights, stacked like mountains and converging like seas, surrounded the Saint of Time.

“It’s useless.”

The Saint of Time swung his weapon, casually blocking all attacks.

Suddenly.

A saber appeared in his chest.

However, the Saint of Time’s weapon had already been retracted, blocking his chest.

Boom—

The entire Dharmakaya flickered on and off, and violent energy surged into a wind, beginning to sweep everything.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The storm gradually subsided.

“Your Excellency, Saint, why has your expression changed a bit?” Shen Ye asked.

“Your saber technique is too strange. Why has it increased by another level? Is it because of the characteristics of destruction?” the Saint of Time asked.

Shen Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Good thing.

He had redirected the other party’s attention by changing his saber technique.

The other party had clearly noticed something, but in the end, Shen Ye managed to distract him, preventing him from discovering the truth.

This was what allowed him to see a glimmer of hope.

Shen Ye said,

“This move is called ‘Leap Saber’.”

“Leap Saber?” the Saint of Time asked with interest.

“Yes, it’s my strongest saber technique right now,” Shen Ye said.

Before his eyes, lines of faint miniature text quietly appeared:

“You used the term ‘Hymn Diva’ to advance the saber technique ‘Chaotic Blade’ by two levels, evolving it into:”

“Leap Saber.”

“Description: Bypassing all laws and spell restrictions, directly attacking the enemy’s vital points.”

“—Above and below the heavens, this is the only saber!”

All the small words were put away.

The Saint of Time pondered and said,

“This style has infinite power, but you are too weak to unleash it.”

“If we continue fighting like this, your losses will be greater than mine, and your overall attributes are completely inferior to mine.”

“You still cannot escape death.”

—He seemed quite interested in analyzing the enemy’s moves.

“Why are you so interested in my saber technique?”

Shen Ye said, annoyed.

The Saint of Time shook his head and said, “When facing an ignorant challenger, first understand his characteristics, then make him fall into despair, and then slowly kill him—this is how you truly savor a battle.”

“You talk too much,” Shen Ye said, “—our civilization has always believed that those who talk too much die first in battle.”

Both disappeared simultaneously.

Saber and round wheel clashed hundreds of times in mid-air.

The saber light was different from before—

It was almost erratic, with no trajectory, completely unpredictable where it would appear next.

Each time, it was able to penetrate the circular weapon’s blockade and strike towards the Saint of Time.

But each time—

The circular weapon would suddenly disappear and then reappear, just in time to block the long saber.

This was time flow being altered.

“It’s useless!”

The Saint of Time roared, and with both his body and weapon, he suddenly transformed into a long streak, piercing through Shen Ye’s body.

Shen Ye tottered, fell to the ground.

“For a King to be able to fight me until now is unprecedented. Speak your last words.”

The Saint of Time said indifferently.

Shen Ye’s eyes were dull, staring at the sky. After a moment of thought, he said,

“Actually, I don’t really like PK.”

“What do you mean?” the Saint of Time said.

“I’m better at eating, and I have no interest in complicated things like becoming a Saint,” Shen Ye said.

“If it were in the past, I would have been one of countless ordinary people, worked hard, earned a lot of money, bought a small house, raised cats and dogs, married a wife, and had two children.”

“When my children grew up and had their own careers, I would take my wife to an island.”

“On rainy days, we’d stay home and snuggle; on sunny days, we’d go fishing on a boat.”

“Help sea turtles clean barnacles, do some barbecuing, lie on the boat and drink beer.”

“—That’s the life I want.”

“Then you shouldn’t have refused the olive branch we extended—at least you could have become the lowest rank among Saints, instead of dying here, idiot,” the Saint of Time snorted coldly.

“That’s not how it works.”

Shen Ye coughed up a mouthful of blood and raised his hand, as if about to deliver a speech.

But he quickly lost interest.

His hand fell back to the ground.

He sighed and continued,

“For me to become a Saint like you… hehe.”

The mockery contained in that “hehe” was felt by the Saint of Time.

The weapon in his hand stopped.

“What’s so bad about being a Saint? To be at the pinnacle of all realms, controlling everything in the world, with all living beings kneeling at your feet, and all resources held in your hand—”

“Your desires can be fulfilled with just money, yet you are unwilling to be a Saint?”

“It makes absolutely no sense!”

Said the Saint of Time.

This was a lunatic with a problem in the head.

Let’s end this.

The Wheel of Time was raised once more.

Shen Ye’s voice rang out at this moment:

“I just look down on all of you.”

Before the words could fall.

—In the gloomy world, a pillar reaching the sky appeared.

The Saint of Time looked up.

He saw a ray of sunlight piercing through the clouds in the deep gray sky, sweeping across the vast expanse and falling upon Shen Ye.

Faint characters quickly appeared:

“Your Dharmakaya ‘Yin-Yang Director’ has begun to operate.”

“Where the sunlight reaches is the Yang World, and you will revive when you are in the Yang World.”

Revival!

Shen Ye suddenly shot up from the ground, wielding his saber and slashing again.

The saber light, like an electric snake and a streaking meteor, without any warning, slashed hundreds of times against the Wheel of Time.

“How dare you!”

The Saint of Time roared, wielding his weapon with one hand and forming a spell with the other.

Boom—

Shen Ye was sent flying by the spell.

This was the full power strike of the Saint of Time!

Although he blocked it in time, he could not resist such a blow and immediately died.

“Not even the corpse can remain!”

The Saint of Time was about to rush forward—

A saber came slashing from the side, intercepting him, flying up and down, unleashing endless saber gleams.

In an instant.

The two sides fought hundreds of rounds.

The Saint of Time flashed, retreated seven or eight steps, and then looked intently.

A black duck, holding a long saber, stood in a saber stance.

“A duck?”

The Saint of Time paused.

“Don’t look down on ducks,” the black duck addressed him seriously.

Clang!

A caption appeared above the duck’s head:

“A very dangerous duck!”

“Description: Upon death, triggers a law-induced explosion, guaranteed to injure the enemy.”

The Saint of Time fell silent, his gaze looking beyond the duck.

Between heaven and earth.

The faint sunlight did not cease; instead, it moved across the clouds, swiftly illuminating Shen Ye’s corpse.

Shen Ye slowly rose from the ground.

—He was alive.

The Saint of Time suddenly realized.

At this moment.

As a Saint, he had completely understood the other party’s combat strategy.

“Remarkable combat talent, and wild, uninhibited combat thinking—it’s a pity that time is on my side, and how many more times can you cast this spell?”

There was an inexplicable meaning in the Saint of Time’s tone.

“Yes, you saw through it—repeatedly casting resurrection like this indeed incurs a significant cost,” Shen Ye admitted.

A surge of dark flames suddenly erupted around him.

“Destruction characteristic… This means it’s going to erupt, further enhancing the power of the saber technique.”

The Saint of Time said casually.

—This little mouse has quite a few tricks up his sleeve.

But he didn’t know that while destruction could erupt, after the eruption, he would have little energy left to parry.

Never mind.

I’ll play with him.

Play until he dies.

“Come on, I’ll unleash my full power—at least before you die, you can deliver one full saber strike—and then it will be time for you to face despair.”

The Saint of Time said.

“Even if this strike doesn’t kill you, the next one surely will,” Shen Ye said.

“Impossible,” the Saint of Time said flatly.

“Let’s bet on something,” the duck suggested.

“What do you want to bet on?” the Saint of Time asked.

“I want to bet—”

Before the words were finished, the person and the duck simultaneously charged forward, attacking with complete disregard for their own lives.

The Saint of Time, however, did not preemptively attack.

Firstly, facing two “Leap Saber” moves simultaneously indeed required a bit of time to adapt.

Secondly.

To exhaust them.

They would soon run out of energy.

The Saint of Time parried left and right, but the duck suddenly rushed forward, spreading its wings to embrace the Wheel of Time.

“Explode!”

Boom—

The violent explosion came from the Dharma Realm; it was the power of all laws triggered by the term.

Its power was an explosion at the law level!

Under this impact, the Saint of Time’s hand movements slowed for a moment.

It was just this moment!

“Scram!”

The Saint of Time roared.

Shen Ye was sent flying, tumbling continuously in the air, finally landing and retreating seven or eight steps before regaining his balance.

He raised his long saber.

On the gleaming blade, a drop of crimson blood incessantly traveled, eventually dripping from the tip.

Shen Ye’s eyes shone brightly, and he was completely invigorated, only focused on that drop of blood.

“Just a drop of blood.”

The Saint of Time looked at his fingers.

—He had indeed been a moment too slow just now, so a layer of skin on his finger had been cut.

How ridiculous.

It was just a drop of blood.

The other party actually got excited!

“No, esteemed Saint, you do not understand our civilization,” Shen Ye said.

The Saint of Time suddenly looked to the side.

He saw that the beam of light in the sky had moved tens of meters away, falling upon the duck’s corpse.

The duck’s voice then rang out:

“Gods cannot bleed.”

The Saint of Time understood.

But—

“Congratulations, you actually managed to pierce the skin of my hand at the King level—but what does that matter?”

“Your power must be exhausted by now.”

“Die.”

The Saint of Time finished speaking, pressing his hands together into a mystic seal.

The time flow of the entire Dharmakaya immediately reversed—

It reversed all the way back to the moment before the sunlight had pierced through the clouds.

This way.

He wouldn’t be able to revive, would he?

Next.

The mystic seal in the Saint of Time’s hand changed again.

—Die.

This time, he would use powerful time magic to directly crush them into meat paste!

—Their power should be exhausted by now!

The spell was quickly completed.

But the next instant.

The black duck disappeared.

Only Shen Ye remained, slowly raising his long saber.

Limitless power surged within his body once more.

This power was inexhaustible and could erupt at any moment.

—As the Eternal Brain, he possessed inexhaustible eternal power.

This was the power of human civilization.

And he was also the original spirit of destruction, possessing the explosive characteristic of “destruction.”

This Saint did not know that he possessed both characteristics simultaneously.

He must be eagerly awaiting his death from exhaustion.

—He was going to be disappointed.

“I’m tired of this battle, die now!”

The Saint of Time roared.

A powerful surge of time energy erupted from his hands, sweeping across the entire world.

Shen Ye, however, moved swiftly, confronting the violent spell, and charged at the Saint of Time with all his might.

In an instant.

Faint small characters popped up:

“The opponent has released a time-reversal spell.”

“You cannot interfere with this spell.”

“But your use of laws will not be subject to any restrictions!”

“—Your activated Dharmakaya ‘Yin-Yang Director’ is not restricted by the opponent’s time spell!”

“You are twisting the Dharmakaya, causing it to shift from Yin to Yang.”

“It’s done!”

In an instant.

The whole world brightened.

The sky was clear for thousands of miles.

A scorching sun hung in the sky, illuminating the earth.

Shen Ye soared into the air, holding his long saber high, and laughed heartily:

“You want to monopolize the sunshine too?”

“Go to hell!”

The blade surged, bringing endless dark flames down to strike.

At the same time.

The Saint of Time’s spell also struck him.

Faint small characters refreshed madly:

“You died.”

“You revived.”

“You died.”

“You revived.”

“…”

Boom—

Shen Ye was sent flying.

But at this very moment—

Behind the Saint of Time, a dark shadow emerged again.

Using the power of the term “Will meet under the moon on Jade Terrace,” the black duck brought itself back into the Dharmakaya, appearing behind the Saint of Time.

“Bloom, chrysanthemum.”

It coldly uttered a sentence.

Above its head, the term “A very dangerous duck!” immediately exuded a dangerous aura.

…

At the same time.

The town.

“Hello, nice to meet you, I’m Baxter.”

A young man stood opposite the Town Chief.

Shen Ye.

—Young Shen Ye!

The Town Chief looked at him, hesitating, “You…”

Young Shen Ye raised his hand, releasing a cluster of faintly glowing source of law.

“The battle is still ongoing inside, so I extracted some more source of time power and converted it into dream power, which I give to you.”

He tossed the orb of light to the other party and continued,

“According to the law of conservation of laws, I am now qualified to participate in the trial.”

The Town Chief looked at the orb of light in his hand, slowly understanding.

“One of you trapped the Saint, and the second you wants to take the opportunity to complete the trial and control the ‘dream’ law?”

The Town Chief asked.

“That’s right,” Shen Ye nodded.

“You pass—I’ll count the first stage as passed directly—hurry to the next stage!” the Town Chief said without hesitation.

“Thank you.”

Shen Ye took a few steps forward, passing through the phantom of the town, and disappeared.

He went to the second level of the trial.

Only the Town Chief remained standing.

The Town Chief took a few steps forward, looked into the void, and his expression gradually became solemn.

“The Saints have interfered with the dream trial again… and it’s a severe intervention…”

“—Right in the next round of trials.”

“They’ve truly lost all shame.”

The Town Chief muttered, his face revealing an uncontrollable killing intent.

This trial participant only had one-third of his previous strength…

But the subsequent trials had been tampered with.

Too difficult.

—It was as if there was no way out at all.

“Tsk.”

The Town Chief looked at the orb of light in his hand.

—This was pure source power of the dream law.

Extracting other laws and transforming them into another law—

This ability could break the balance of laws.

Damn it…

There was no other hope.

The Town Chief’s trembling body steadied, and with gritted teeth, he squeezed forcefully.

The ball of light was immediately absorbed by him.

His form became solid again.

Infinite power of law gathered around him, forming dense runes.

—This was a scene that had never appeared before!

The dream runes formed an illusory ladder, extending into the void, leading to unknown places.

The Town Chief lightly leapt onto the ladder and looked into the distance.

“A bunch of clowns, I’m truly unwilling to be completely annihilated by you.”

“It’s the last time anyway…”

“Never mind.”

He pushed forward with one hand, emitting an infinite faint light—

The white light instantly vanished into the void.

—As if something had happened.

The next instant.

The ladder reverted to countless runes, completely collapsing and scattering into dim light points.

The Town Chief fell to the ground, coughing violently a few times.

He appeared extremely weak.

“Damn it… It was such a simple matter, but now, doing it feels like it’s costing me my old life…”

The Town Chief muttered, suddenly disappearing into the void.

After a long while.

He reappeared again.

—It seemed he had already expended all his power, and his form had even become illusory and ethereal, almost unable to maintain itself.