Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 624

The darkness receded like a tide.

A majestic city stood atop a ten-thousand-foot cliff.

Below the ten-thousand-foot cliff, kaleidoscopic colors shimmered dreamily.

—This was the light conjured by the Law of Dreams.

The entire cliff and the majestic city were a world conjured by the Law of Dreams.

And the majestic city was enveloped by a giant “bubble.”

Within this “bubble,” everything seemed frozen in place.

This was a dream world yet to be activated!

Suddenly.

A ethereal voice echoed from the void above the castle:

“Descend.”

“The Mogahou who exists only in the dreams of all living beings, you are the Ancient Demon King from the end of antiquity, mastering all prehistoric massacres.”

“We have paid the price and invite you to descend upon this land.”

“Come, bring true death!”

The sealed castle shook.

Accompanied by a low roar, the giant “bubble” burst.

Everything in the castle unfroze from its solidified state.

A figure slowly ascended.

Its body was so vast, transforming into a deep gray mist that shrouded the entire castle, then condensing into four heads on the four corner towers of the castle, each gazing into the dark void.

The four monster heads spoke in unison:

“Your sacrifice is most satisfactory. I will kill the target in this trial, rest assured.”

In mid-air, the voice respectfully said:

“Then many thanks.”

Just as the matter seemed settled.

One by one, runes leaped out from the void.

These runes emitted a hazy glow, illuminating the entire castle and forming a circular pattern in mid-air.

“Ah, it seems not possible.”

Mogahou’s voice carried a hint of regret, and it continued:

“I have an agreement with the Law of Dreams; it allows me to appear in dreams, and I must save its face.”

“—So I won’t kill that person.”

“How could this be!” the voice in the void exclaimed anxiously, “Then if you don’t kill him, just trap him.”

“Trap him?” The Demon King said with a hint of mockery, “For someone of my status to act, and merely trap an ant? I will not do anything so absurd and ridiculous.”

“The reward will be ten times higher.”

“…You stingy fellows, you’re actually willing to pay this much?”

“It can be paid in advance.”

“Such high value means the target is no ant—since it’s not an ant, it won’t diminish my prestige. So let’s agree to this—prepare the reward.”

“As you wish.”

The conversation ended.

Everything fell silent.

Time.

Flowed endlessly.

Finally.

The designated person appeared.

Shen Ye.

He leisurely landed outside the castle, looking up at the monster heads on the city wall.

“Is this my second trial?”

“Yes, come in. I want to properly test your abilities,” the four heads of Mogahou spoke in unison.

“So that’s how it is, but I need to warm up before I go in,” Shen Ye said.

“As you please,” the Demon King said.

Shen Ye drew his long saber and, with a single thrust, pierced his own body.

Faint glowing text immediately popped up:

“You have cast ‘Saber Art: Lantern of Life’ on yourself.”

“Given that you can now freely use various laws without restriction, the power of this strike is enough to sustain you in your self-created dream for nine hundred years.”

“—Even when you can perform a 360-degree spinning dunk, you can still execute a basic three-step layup.”

Shen Ye’s strongest saber art now was “Leaping Saber.”

But he could still use “Lantern of Life”!

In an instant.

He disappeared from in front of the castle.

—He went directly to practice his saber art.

Mogahou waited for a while, then suddenly spoke:

“Someone else has entered the trial.”

There was no response.

The void rift had already been sealed by the Town Chief.

Those Saints couldn’t enter here in a hurry to provide further rewards for action.

Mogahou remained on the castle.

Its target was just this young man.

The new trial participant might need attention, or might be completely irrelevant.

—But there was no reward.

What to do?

The Demon King pondered in secret.

Suddenly.

Crack.

A soft sound.

A completely black Good Duck appeared in front of the castle.

The Good Duck slowly raised its head and looked at the huge and terrifying monster heads on the castle.

“Quack-ha!”

The Good Duck exclaimed in surprise.

Mogahou glanced at it, feeling a bit disappointed.

“A duck…”

Dealing with the new species of humans and getting a high reward.

That was worthy of its status.

But—

Dealing with a duck?

You are a Demon King, yet you caught a duck and want to ask for money?

How would you maintain your reputation in the future!

“Go play somewhere else.”

Mogahou said coldly, and with a flick of its hand, immediately carved out a new trial ground in the void.

—That trial ground also had a ten-thousand-foot cliff, and also a castle.

This was exactly the same situation as what the Saint of Time encountered!

Two trials were started simultaneously!

Seeing this, the Good Duck didn’t hesitate, spread its wings, and flew into the new trial ground.

—Inside, there was no Mogahou.

Only a magnificent castle.

“Yahoo, now that no one is bothering me, I can finally start a normal trial!”

A colorful paper cutout figure jumped out and exclaimed loudly.

“A normal trial?” the Good Duck asked.

“Yes, the Town Chief has done his best—the second trial is temporarily isolated, and the outside world cannot provide messages or instructions to the Demon King.”

The Good Duck immediately understood.

“No need for further words, please introduce this trial immediately,” it said quickly.

“Alright, in this trial, you must validate yourself.”

The paper cutout figure also sped up its speech:

“—’Nightmare’ will challenge your ‘Nightmare’. Either you lose your name, or you successfully pass the trial.”

“Begin!”

After saying this, the paper cutout figure threw a handful of colorful confetti, then drilled into the castle wall and disappeared.

Rumble—

The castle gates opened.

“Nightmare, huh?”

The Good Duck waddled into the castle.

Suddenly.

One by one, arms emerged from the ground.

Painful and miserable voices followed:

“Die… die with me…”

“Who will save me…”

“The scent of a living person, let me have a bite!”

“Kill you!”

A myriad of whispers filled the air.

Lines of faint glowing text immediately appeared in the void:

“A completely identical nightmare world has descended.”

“It possesses everything from your world.”

“You cannot act directly; only the two nightmare worlds can battle.”

“If your world loses—”

“This trial will be declared a failure!”

The Good Duck then understood.

—So this is a nightmare duel!

“You’re chosen, come out!”

The Good Duck shouted.

The void opened.

Failun, the great skeleton, suddenly appeared.

“What’s going on?” it asked.

“Look, there are ghosts everywhere,” the Good Duck said.

“Oh my, I’m most afraid of ghosts.” Failun recoiled, jumping back into the dharma body and disappearing.

“…” the Good Duck.

Failun indeed seemed to be quite afraid of ghosts.

It had shown this when traveling through hell on a train.

What’s there to be afraid of ghosts?

I’m not afraid.

The Good Duck was a bit speechless.

Never mind.

Time to switch—

“Come out, the venerable Lord of the Underworld, Mictecacihuatl!”

The Good Duck shouted again.

Mictecacihuatl quietly appeared.

She only took one look before saying, “Very powerful vengeful spirits, it will be troublesome to fight them, but we can form an allied army to eliminate them.”

“Understood,” the Good Duck said.

“They’re also summoning armies, so be quick,” Mictecacihuatl urged.

“Of course, we need to be quick,” the Good Duck said.

That Demon King looked extraordinary.

The second part of the dream trial was only temporarily isolated.

Who knows when—

This isolation might disappear.

In that case, if the Demon King contacted the outside world, it might make things difficult for him.

So, he needed to be fast!

He had to pass this trial immediately!

The Good Duck spread its Dharma Body, and shouted loudly:

“Accept the summons!”

“—King of Humans, High Priest of Elves, Mother Earth!”

Mictecacihuatl merged with the Dharma Body.

“Immediately prepare the allied armies of the four races. Notify me when ready,” the Good Duck said.

“Right away!” Mictecacihuatl said.

Crack, crack, crack, crack—

The ground cracked.

Undead began to crawl out from underground, rushing towards the Good Duck.

“Come on.”

The Good Duck shouted.

Just as it was about to draw its blade to face the enemy, teams of human soldiers emerged from behind it, blocking its way.

Norton, the Human King, then jumped out.

“How is it? We made it just in time, didn’t we?” Norton shouted.

“You guys are too fast.”

“Because a war alliance has already been formed, ready for mobilization at any time!”

In the void.

One after another, large legions appeared.

Elves, Orcs, Undead, and Humans formed a combined grand army, descending upon this place!

But on the opposite side, equally large legions also appeared.

—This was a battle between two completely identical worlds!

The Good Duck’s eyes moved, and an idea came to mind.

“Everyone!”

It jumped onto the city wall and shouted loudly at the soldiers of its own legion:

“Before the battle, listen to me!”

Immediately.

Everyone looked at the Good Duck.

The Good Duck, with a serious expression, pulled a microphone from behind its butt and sang loudly:

“Hand in hand, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, looking at the sky—”

“No copyright beyond this!”

“And you, I kiss goodbye—”

“No copyright beyond this!”

“Will you come tonight, is your love still there!”

“No copyright beyond this!”

“Ten years ago, you didn’t know me—”

“No copyright beyond this!”

The entire place was dead silent.

What’s this duck doing?

Has it gone mad?

But then the Good Duck stretched out its wing, pointed down, and roared:

“How are you doing, friends over here?”

In an instant.

Lines of faint glowing text quietly appeared:

“You are the ‘Holy Songstress’.”

“You have unfolded a super large songstress concert, empowering all existences on your side with holy songs.”

“All skills are boosted by one tier.”

It worked!

Although the soldiers, generals, armor, and weapons on both sides were all exactly the same.

The other side didn’t have the Good Duck.

Without the Good Duck, there was no skill +1!

This battle was sure to be won!

The Good Duck looked around and saw that the powerful figures on its side had already reacted.

“So strong, he’s grown.”

Daisy, the leader of the Dark Rose Dance Troupe, was filled with gratification.

“I think he’s a tenor in the making,” said Carrula the centaur, arms crossed in judgment.

“But his songs lean towards pop music. Perhaps he’d rather make more money,” the Goddess of Earth said.

“Makes sense,” Mictecacihuatl, the Lord of the Underworld, said.

“Everyone, what are you waiting for, prepare to battle—Royal Mage Corps, volley of spells!” Norton roared.

The mages of the Human Mage Corps began chanting spells.

The ancient chants awakened everyone.

“Charge, brothers!”

The great skeleton suddenly jumped out, let out a strange cry, and transformed into a giant dragon in mid-air.

A giant dragon also appeared on the opposite side.

However—

All the skills of the dragon formed by the great skeleton were one tier higher than those of the opponent!

It spewed a fiery dragon’s breath at the opponent.

The battle began!

…

On the other side.

First layer of trial.

Streaks of light crisscrossing the sky emitted bursts of explosive roars.

A saber.

The saber’s edge pressed against the Saint of Time’s weapon, charging forward with all its might.

Whenever the Wheel of Time changed its angle, the saber’s edge also changed its angle accordingly, continuing to adhere to the Wheel of Time, ensuring that the opponent was always suppressed.

In a snap of a finger.

The weapons of both sides had exchanged positions dozens of times.

The clashing sounds were dense and continuous, like the cries of the whole world.

Finally—

“Argh, get down!”

Shen Ye roared.

A giant saber glow erupted, engulfing the Wheel of Time and its master, crashing through the ground with a resounding impact.

“Hahahaha!”

The Saint of Time’s wild laughter echoed from the deep pit:

“You haven’t even scratched me, and you’re still not giving up?”

It leaped out of the deep pit, soared into the sky, and looked down at Shen Ye.

Shen Ye casually waved his long saber, striking a pose.

—This battle was annoying.

He was no match for the Saint at all, yet he still had to fight.

Just to buy time for his other two selves.

“Eons of cultivation have already brought my skills to their peak. I don’t understand why you’re still struggling.”

The Saint of Time said.

“Don’t be arrogant. Just now, the Good Duck’s explosion blew off your pants,” Shen Ye said.

The Saint of Time’s aura instantly became tyrannical.

This was an utter humiliation!

“I will play with you until you die slowly.”

The Saint of Time grinned, her hands about to form a secret hand seal.

Suddenly.

It stopped the movement of its hands and looked up at the sky.

“Who?”

It shouted loudly.

Shen Ye also sensed something and looked up at the depths of the sky.

A voice came from the sky:

“The second trial is shielded. Now is our chance to lend you a hand.”

—It was the other Saints!

“No need, I can easily kill him,” the Saint of Time said with a dark expression.

But in the sky, an endless stream of runes beyond imagination had already appeared.

These runes blotted out the sun, completely filling the world.

Lines of faint glowing text suddenly appeared before Shen Ye’s eyes:

“You have been struck.”

“The ‘Myriad World Vision’ is now active on you.”

“All beings in the countless worlds ruled by the Saints can now see you.”

“With this remarkable reputation, you will surely generate a new title.”

“The Saints have used the secret art of titles to grant the Saint of Time the authority to name a title for you.”

“This title will definitely be a negative one!”

All the small words flashed and disappeared.

Shen Ye was stunned.

—They can play like this?

Are you shameless or not?

He looked across blankly.

He saw the Saint of Time deliberately sigh, all the tyrannical aura vanishing, replaced by a sacred and majestic demeanor.

Right.

All beings across myriad worlds could see this!

“Victory always belongs to the Saints, but you have lost the chance to beg for mercy on your knees.”

“Tsk, what title should I bestow upon you?”

The Saint of Time said unhurriedly.

Shen Ye remained silent.

Being watched by countless worlds didn’t feel good.

But his current self’s only purpose was to buy time.

—Then let him speak!

While the power of titles was strong, perhaps he would find a way to make it disappear in the future.

Calm down!

Shen Ye took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Under the gaze of myriad worlds, the Saint of Time opened its golden mouth and spoke with a voice that echoed through the void:

“From the beginning of the battle, you have been using various despicable methods to barely survive, like a rat in a sewer.”

“—Despicable One!”

“This is the title I bestow upon you!”

As its voice faded.

A brand new negative title indeed appeared above Shen Ye’s head:

“Despicable One.”

“A negative title bestowed by the Saints of Myriad Worlds.”

“Description: In the myriad worlds, all ghosts can appear directly by your side and torment you.”

“—This title cannot be concealed and will always be exposed; everyone can see it.”

Shen Ye stared at the title.

“Chatelet.”

“Yes.” Chatelet’s tone was full of worry.

“Titles can be destroyed, right?” Shen Ye asked.

“I’m sorry, titles are the most powerful upper-level forces in the Dharma Realm; they are almost impossible to destroy.”

Chatelet said softly.

Shen Ye couldn’t quite hear what she said next.

Shen Ye slowly shifted his gaze to look across.

He saw that the Saint of Time had already put away its weapons, observing the expression on Shen Ye’s face with an appreciative gaze.

“Despair, sadness, anger, and helplessness—I have been waiting for this moment, watching you have no choice but to surrender.”

The Saint of Time said.

It spread its arms and continued, “Come, kneel and surrender, in front of all beings in all worlds.”

“After all, you already know how insignificant you are.”

“—You despicable one.”

Shen Ye listened quietly, his face devoid of expression.

Myriad beings—

Are all watching?

“You’ve got one thing wrong,” he said.

“What?” the Saint of Time asked.

“I’m not afraid of people disgusting me. Once someone disgusts me, I only get more excited because I know I’ll make them endure something more disgusting than what I experienced.”

Shen Ye said in an emotionless voice.

He slowly raised his hand, pointing at the title “Despicable One.”

With a thought.

In an instant.

Lines of faint glowing text suddenly appeared:

“You have activated the title ‘Behind the Scenes’.”

“This title can add prefixes or suffixes, and elevate an item by one level.”

“Currently, you have designated the suffix to be added to ‘Despicable One’.”

“Searching for a suitable suffix.”

“Referring to your glorious deeds and those of your opponent, and witnessed by the myriad worlds, the most suitable suffix is born, based on your will!”

The title above Shen Ye’s head quietly gained a few more words.

It was a suffix.

A suffix appeared after “Despicable One”—

“The reason he is despicable is because he used a duck to bust the Saint’s butt.”

The entire title changed to:

“The Despicable One is despicable because he used a duck to bust the Saint’s butt.”

The myriad worlds fell silent.

Billions of beings stared at that line of text.

Immediately after—

Shen Ye held up a phone, its screen already lit up.

The screen happened to show the Good Duck appearing behind the Saint of Time, coldly uttering that sentence:

“Bloom, chrysanthemum.”

Boom!!!

Amidst the massive explosion of laws, the Saint of Time’s slightly pained voice rang out.

“Stop it!”

The Saint of Time shrieked.

Shen Ye’s phone shattered in response.

But—

It was too late.

That phrase “Bloom, chrysanthemum” had already spread far and wide (not really).

The uproar caused by this incident was already immeasurable.

Not to mention the image of the Saints—

Bang!

With a loud crash.

A brand new title also appeared above the Saint of Time’s head:

“Resolute One.”

“Negative title, witnessed by myriad worlds, indelible impression, bleeding one, gossip recorded and shared by endless history and all beings.”

“Description: Attacks launched from behind you increase in power by 5%.”

“—Your smile has yellowed.”

Dead silence.

The Saint of Time was also stunned.

All the Saints of Myriad Worlds remained silent.

Across hundreds of millions of worlds, all powerful beings received this information.

Saints.

Not truly invincible.

Saints can also be resolute!

As for ordinary professionals, they had already begun exchanging glances.

Shen Ye, however, heard the screams of Lanci, Peaso, Annie, Chatelet, and Susu in his ears:

“Ahhhhhhh!”

“So cool!”

“So clever!”

“—This is a moment of attention from all worlds!”

“And you seized this opportunity, making him spontaneously generate a title—”

“He’s not having an easy time either!”

Shen Ye nodded slightly.

Yes.

No one understood better than him how to create a title.

—The Blood Sucking Baby’s leveling process was inherently about constantly absorbing various reputations, which is how it gradually climbed to “Mandala Uroboros.”

Since you’ve all turned the gaze of the myriad worlds onto me, wanting me to die of embarrassment—

Then let’s all die together.

Shen Ye looked up at the Saint of Time’s title, clapped his hands, and smiled as he nodded to the other party:

“You chose it, idol.”

“To actually try and out-disgust me—”

“Now everyone should be satisfied, right?”

At the same time.

On the other side.

Outside the second trial ground.

Another Shen Ye was in the midst of “Lantern of Life.”

He closed his eyes, wholeheartedly practicing the “Quick Cultivation Guide.”

“All attributes are too low…”

“‘Eternity’ and ‘Destruction’ have both played their part; now only ‘Truth’ is left.”

“I want to see if, when I cultivate to the twenty-first stage of Truth, I can suppress the Saint.”

“Keep going, keep going!”