Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 627
byChapter 610: The Chosen Crystal!
Shen Ye—
The Shen Ye remaining in the dream trial ground was the third avatar.
At this moment.
He had already comprehended the entire “Quick Cultivation Guide” in the dream.
This took three hundred years.
Then he spent another four hundred years cultivating.
Finally—
His full attributes reached a peak.
This was the realm of the twenty-first layer of truth, and also the end of the “Quick Cultivation Guide.”
Next.
He had to use a method of becoming a Saint to break through further, all the way to the Saint realm.
Shen Ye fell into deep thought.
He had two methods of becoming a Saint.
One came from the Saints; the other came from “King.”
Undoubtedly.
King’s method of becoming a Saint was stronger!
Shen Ye took out the bone fragment given by King and began to read King’s method of becoming a Saint.
Just as he was immersed in it, the surrounding void vibrated together.
Faint light flashed with small characters:
“Congratulations.”
“You have gained recognition from the ‘Dream’ law, and from now on become the master controlling the ‘Dream’ law.”
“When your strength improves, you can effortlessly become a Void Saint!”
Shen Ye took a glance and understood.
His刀法 (knife technique) once required laws; without them, he couldn’t advance further.
Now, becoming a Saint requires laws—
The laws are already complete.
Now he only needs to improve his strength.
Then keep practicing!
Shen Ye was about to continue delving into King’s method of becoming a Saint.
The void suddenly opened.
A humanoid figure quietly appeared.
—It was the Town Chief!
“Hurry and leave, the Saints are about to surround this place. You need to quickly merge with your other avatars and flee.”
The Town Chief said.
“What about you?” Shen Ye asked with concern.
The other party had helped him greatly, and he was well aware of it.
“I am the core consciousness of the law. I am with you now. Wherever you are, I am.”
The Town Chief said.
“Alright, we’ll just have to leave first then,” Shen Ye sighed.
Cultivating for several hundred years.
This kind of cultivation was actually a luxury.
—In the Ten Thousand Realms, the Law of Time is controlled by Saints, so they wouldn’t easily give you such a long time to fully improve your strength.
If he hadn’t saved that pregnant woman, and could use the laws at will—
He would never have had such treatment.
On the other hand.
The Saints still had some weight.
—He had cultivated for several hundred years and only just acquired the qualification to become a Saint.
He needed to work harder now!
Shen Ye put away the bone fragment, deactivated the “Lantern of Flowing Time,” and instantly vanished from the spot.
On the other side.
Altar.
Good Duck’s strength soared again.
“That avatar has already reached the twenty-first layer of truth?”
It thought happily, using both hands and feet to climb up the glowing ladder.
Every time the duck moved up one step.
The ladder below it disappeared one step at a time.
Not long after.
The duck and the High-Dimensional Sacred Ladder vanished from the altar together.
After it left.
Not long after.
Flashes of afterimages streaked across the sky.
The Saints descended together.
“He ran away.”
The Saint of Time said in a deep voice.
A moment of dead silence.
A certain undefinable emotion spread among the Saints.
Death suddenly said:
“It doesn’t matter. He has already fallen into the ‘Myriad Realms Shelter Holy Net’. Once he reaches the shore, he will never be able to return.”
“Yes, it’s a good thing we immediately used this move,”永暗聖人 (Eternal Darkness Saint) said.
“Then—”
“Seek out the traces of the Dream Law. If it completely vanishes, then it proves that boy has already gone to the other shore.”
“No need to worry about his life or death anymore.”
……
Good Duck kept climbing the ladder.
—Of course, it wasn’t going to the other shore.
Good Duck didn’t want to die!
It kept climbing and climbing, finally seeing what it wanted to see.
“It’s there!”
Good Duck continued to climb, finally stopping on one of the steps.
—On this step hung a winged skeleton by iron chains.
Good Duck’s heart pounded.
It possessed several truth creations, so it should receive a reward from the ladder by now.
So—
“Treasure?” Good Duck couldn’t help but ask.
The skeleton shook its head.
“Monster?” Good Duck asked again.
The skeleton continued to shake its head.
“Excuse me, coming through.” Good Duck continued to climb up.
—Perhaps it was the remains of a Saint who died here.
It had nothing to do with it.
“Wait a minute!” The skeleton cried out.
“Is there anything else you need?” Good Duck asked.
“To be acknowledged by the ‘Dream’ law and possess several truth creations—you must be the newest radical Saint, aren’t you?” the winged skeleton asked.
“Indeed, it is I, humble me,” Good Duck said.
“You truly are one of us. I have waited for too long.”
The winged skeleton sighed, stretched out its hands, and forcefully split the light ladder—
The ladder immediately forked, one path continuing upwards, while the other led to the distant, mist-shrouded area.
“Because of exploring the other shore, we radicals suffered heavy casualties.”
“Future generations who inherit our aspirations will undoubtedly face many dangers.”
“So you can choose now!”
“Continue upwards, and you can break through dimensions to reach the high-dimensional other shore.”
“Go horizontally, and you’ll return to the Myriad Realms—there’s a hidden place we prepared in advance, very safe, where you can hide your identity, recuperate, and await your time.”
Before the words had finished.
Good Duck immediately said, “Thank you, elder. I choose to hide for now.”
“Are you sure?”
“To be honest, many conservative Saints are pursuing me.”
This was true.
The winged skeleton glanced down the ladder and nodded:
“To cause such a big stir, there’s indeed no choice. You should hide.”
A large black suitcase was taken out and placed before Good Duck.
“This is what we prepared. It should be enough to ride out the storm—”
“You must be the last of the radicals.”
“I hope one day you can firmly establish yourself on the other shore.”
“Brother.”
Good Duck looked at the big suitcase and then at the winged skeleton, and replied gratefully,
“Thank you, elder brother. I will definitely keep working hard.”
It didn’t say what it would work hard on.
—Perhaps working hard to escape, or working hard to cultivate.
In any case—
It was definitely not working hard to climb the ladder to the other shore.
But this tone completely conveyed its sincerity to the winged skeleton.
The winged skeleton “clucked” a few times and said:
“Good, good!”
“One person alone made those cowards dizzy—”
“I have high hopes for you!”
As the words fell.
The winged skeleton suddenly crumbled into ash.
Good Duck suddenly opened its eyes.
It found its wings resting on the light ladder, as if it had been there for a while.
“What… what just happened to me?”
Good Duck mumbled.
“You fell asleep,” Chatelet interjected.
“Asleep? How could that be—wait, did you see a winged skeleton?” Good Duck quickly asked.
“No, nothing at all,” the Chaos Boat interjected.
“…” Good Duck.
—The radical Saints managed to thrive on the other shore, so they must have some tricks.
At this moment, there was nothing around.
In the void.
Only one glowing ladder stretched upwards.
—There weren’t two ladders at all!
Should I keep climbing?
Good Duck looked up intently.
Suddenly.
Two lines of small glowing text appeared:
“Your High-Dimensional Sacred Ladder has traversed dimensions.”
“You will soon arrive at your selected location.”
The location I chose—
is a safe place to hide from the pursuit!
“The Saints’ methods are quite impressive,” Good Duck said.
This praise had to be given.
In any case.
To dare to explore the unknown, to not regret dying there, and even to leave hope for the future—
They considered the safety of those who came after them.
Worthy of a thumbs-up.
Good Duck continued to climb upwards, and soon, it passed through the clouds.
The surroundings were dim.
There were humble, desolate houses everywhere.
The streets were dirty and chaotic.
—The architectural style didn’t seem to belong to humans.
Where Good Duck stood, a large black leather suitcase sat neatly.
“Be careful, we don’t know what’s in that box.”
Uncle Seven reminded.
Good Duck smiled and stepped forward to open the box.
Inside the box, items were neatly arranged.
A crystal radiating a magnificent glow.
A book.
A letter.
And a tiny tube of blood shimmering with a hazy light.
“Nightmare Crystal!”
Shen Ye and Chatelet exclaimed in unison.
It was actually a Nightmare Crystal?
How could there be a Nightmare Crystal here?
“Chatelet, the crystal of the nightmare world—”
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“It was created by me instinctively; I am born to do it.”
“Do you recognize this crystal?” Good Duck asked again.
“No—it should be a different variety. This is the first time I’ve seen such a crystal,” Chatelet said.
They both thought of one thing.
Good Duck hesitated, “If it’s not a crystal from the nightmare world, perhaps this crystal…”
“Comes from the other shore,” Chatelet finished.
The other shore!
Because the world of truth fell from the other shore.
Chatelet and the others were all visitors from the other shore.
Since this crystal had nothing to do with Chatelet, it was highly likely to be a treasure acquired by the radical Saints during their exploration of the other shore!
Good Duck composed itself, flapped its wings, and said:
“Let’s read the letter first.”
—The letter was on top.
Maybe the letter would contain information about the Nightmare Crystal.
Good Duck picked up the letter, preparing to tear it open.
“No need to tear me open.”
The envelope suddenly spoke.
“Why?” Good Duck asked.
The envelope said, “Tearing it open will only show a paid invoice for a private restroom inside. The real information will be recounted by me—”
“Your identity has been arranged as a Rift Bee.”
“Among the myriad realms, this is a race that doesn’t interact much with the outside world.”
“That tube of blood was created by three thousand Saints working together, allowing you to transform into a Crag Bee at any time.”
“That book is your family tree.”
“The Rift Bee race once produced a conservative Saint, who holds a high position in the Myriad Realms Survival Council.”
“—If you can stay by that Saint’s side, you will not only be safe but also be able to obtain various information in time.”
“Act now!”
“Oh, and.”
“That crystal is called the Chosen Crystal, and it is key to concealing your identity.”
The envelope finished speaking in one breath.
Good Duck was a bit lost—
Even with all these things, how was it supposed to get to the Rift Bee’s world?
“This level is the joyful dream.”
The envelope said solemnly:
“The Rift Bee tribe has two characteristics: first, they love to have beautiful dreams; second, they are vengeful—”
“You will soon find a Rift Bee’s dream, and thus directly arrive in their world.”
“Don’t worry.”
“Everything has been arranged.”
……
Myriad Realms Survival Council.
Its daily affairs department was a building cast from stardust.
This type of stone, tough and solid, was extremely famous throughout the myriad realms; even a blow from a King-level expert could not destroy it.
At this moment.
On the three hundred and fifty-seventh floor of the building, in the twelfth office on the left.
A middle-aged man slumped in his office chair, staring at the family tree in his hands, his lifeless eyes finally showing a flicker of emotion.
“It’s been so long since I went back… I never thought she would have such a dying wish.”
The middle-aged man murmured.
A note was tucked into the family tree.
On it was written a line of nimble bee script:
“Jie, this is my descendant. I entrust them to you.”
The middle-aged man was silent for a few breaths, then looked up at the timid young queen bee.
The unique bee pattern on her body was exactly the same as that Saint of old.
Unfortunately, that one was a radical.
She went to the other shore and never returned.
She was probably dead.
What a pity.
“Your name,” said the middle-aged man named Jie.
“Jiu,” said the young queen bee.
“How is your strength?”
“Almost at the King level, but I don’t have my own world yet.”
“Ha, then you’ll have to work hard. Back then, your mother… oh, never mind, let’s not talk about it.”
Jie’s eyes were a little dim.
He was silent for a moment, then spoke:
“I’m happy you’ve come to seek refuge with me, but there are two things we need to discuss beforehand.”
“Please speak.”
“Go to the Morphing Department after joining and transform into a human appearance.”
“Human… why?” The queen bee asked timidly.
“It was originally just a trend, but now things have changed.”
Jie didn’t want to elaborate, but then the extraordinary demeanor of that person from back then resurfaced in his mind. He sighed and went on:
“It has now been confirmed that humans can use multiple laws simultaneously.”
“According to the latest intelligence, humans can master a power from the other shore—it’s apparently called a ‘Dharma Aspect’.”
“These two advantages alone are enough to make the Ten Thousand Realms shift.”
“Indeed, the human body is relatively fragile, but their talent in unknown powers is enough to compensate for this flaw.”
“Yes, Lord Jie, I’ll go take care of it right away,” the queen bee said.
The middle-aged man took out a card and pushed it across the table.
“Go – transform into a human first, then join, work hard, and if there’s an opportunity in the future, I’ll promote you.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jie began to have a better impression of this young queen bee.
That’s right.
Our Rift Bee tribe is always direct in what we say and do, never dragging things out.
So when the queen bee left the office, he spoke again:
“Will you uphold your mother’s dying wish and explore the other shore?”
The queen bee stopped.
At this moment.
According to the requirements of the conservatives, no radical members were absolutely allowed among their subordinates.
She should have answered “no”.
However—
This Saint of the Rift Bee tribe accepted her out of past affection.
If it hadn’t been for that.
If he hadn’t cherished old feelings—
Tsk.
Incidentally, the choices and arrangements of the radicals were truly amazing.
So she should respond emotionally.
And one more thing.
The Rift Bee tribe is a race that intensely dislikes beating around the bush.
Nor do they like being two-faced.
And according to the family tree, she was the descendant of that deceased Saint.
Her childhood education, her feelings for her mother, and her own ideals intertwined.
So the lines should be—
“I want to see my mother, at least I want to recover her remains.”
The queen bee said.
“Presumptuous!” Jie angrily shouted.
He stood up, pointing his finger at the queen bee, seemingly about to form a hand seal.
The queen bee, however, simply looked at him calmly.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
He slumped back into his office chair, sighing:
“You’re too much like your mother… Oh, don’t say anything like that to anyone again.”
“Understood,” the queen bee said.
She pushed the door to leave.
Suddenly, Jie’s voice echoed in her ear:
“Too many Saints have died recently, and it seems something is about to fall from the other shore as a result.”
“If you want to find your mother’s remains, you must endure, ignore everything else, work diligently, strengthen your power, understand?”
“Thank you, sir,” Queen Bee Jiu gratefully replied.
*Bang.*
The office door closed.
Jiu slowly walked through the corridor, using the Saint’s card to complete her onboarding, then went to the Morphing Department to transform herself into a human.
A human woman.
She collected her professional attire, ID badge, was assigned a small, simple room for rest, and then reported to her department.
“Everything went smoothly.”
Chatelet’s voice echoed in her ear.
“Yeah,” Jiu responded, “I thought I’d be an alien, but it turns out I ended up as a woman.”
“You’re so beautiful, it’s great,” Chatelet’s tone had a hint of teasing.
Jiu sighed inwardly.
He couldn’t help but recall the prompt he saw when he crushed the Chosen Crystal:
“You used the Chosen Crystal: Transform into a female.”
“Your beauty has increased by 1000%, and your personal strength has increased to 115%.”
“Given that you have used the Rift Bee bloodline, you have currently transformed into a female Rift Bee.”
—And then came here, and transformed back into a woman.
No matter how those Saints searched—
They wouldn’t be able to find her.
After all, they didn’t even dare to go to the other shore.
Naturally, they couldn’t witness this kind of ability from the other shore.
—She was probably safe.
Jiu stood in the department office, and as a newcomer, began to introduce herself to everyone.
“Hello everyone.”
“I am Jiu, from the Rift Bee tribe.”
“I will be joining everyone from now on, and I look forward to working with you all.”
She said with a smile.
People instinctively applauded.
There was no other way.
This was an existence whose beauty index had increased by 1000%.
Not to mention she/he also had that string of terms like “Saintly Songstress” and “Popular Idol.”
Jiu smiled as she looked at everyone.
—She would lead the entire human race to lie low in the Myriad Realms Survival Council.
Hiding all the time.
Until the entire human race became strong and prosperous!
Suddenly.
A voice rang out:
“Woman—you’ve made yourself so seductive, are you playing the role of a profession among humans where you can be paid for intercourse?”
Jiu looked in the direction of the voice.
She saw a woman with crossed arms, looking at her with a joking expression.
Perhaps her original foundation wasn’t very good, or perhaps she was too casual when transforming into a human—
She was really ugly.
So, in the Myriad Realms, jealousy and malice are also very common.
Right.
Jiu smiled, and at the moment the department head chuckled, she charged forward.
“You bitch, farting in front of me?”
“—Eat shit!”
Rift Bee tribe.
They never procrastinated.
She had to play this race well.
Huh?
Why did she feel so good?
Jiu grabbed the woman’s head and slammed her to the ground, violently hitting her with the metal box from the nearby desk.
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