Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 657

Chapter 640: Walking with the Demon King

A man with a longbow on his back stood atop a tree.

He gazed indifferently at the corpses strewn across the ground and spoke:

“Let’s clean up the battlefield quickly. Attacking the Holy See’s supply convoy is a grave crime. We need to leave immediately.”

“Yes, sir!”

The men below responded in unison.

They accelerated their actions, burning the corpses on the spot, inventorying and packing the various equipment from the supply vehicles, and then went to the back of the convoy to erase all traces of their arrival.

A clear cry came from the sky.

A black eagle landed on the man’s shoulder.

“What? Another new discovery?”

The long-bow man asked with interest.

The black eagle gently pecked his finger.

The man chuckled, took out a special piece of meat to feed the black eagle, and said warmly:

“This historical fragment holds many secret treasures of the Sacred Church. You must help me search carefully.”

“—I will never treat you unfairly.”

The black eagle ate some meat, chirped a few times at him, spread its wings, and prepared to lead the way.

The long-bow man also signaled his subordinates to prepare for action.

All preparations were complete.

Suddenly.

A grand voice echoed from the depths of the sky:

“All existences.”

“Follow my power, and let everything continue to evolve from this moment!”

Before the long-bow man could react, he was suddenly suppressed by an irresistible force, fell from the tree branch, and crashed into the mud, unable to move a single inch.

Not just him.

All his subordinates were suppressed to the ground, completely losing their ability to move.

“Sequence! What is this?!”

The long-bow man roared in terror.

“Calm down.”

A voice appeared in his ear:

“A great and ancient sequence exists in this historical fragment.”

“It has been awakened by someone.”

“Now, it is making demands to all sequences in the current history.”

“Can we refuse?” the long-bow man asked.

“If you refuse, this sequence and you will be directly obliterated by it!”

“So overbearing… is there no way to object?”

“Don’t even think about it. The only thing we can do is follow its instructions. Perhaps we can even receive a reward.”

“There’s no room for negotiation. If you want to die, you can certainly try.”

“Remember that.”

The long-bow man was speechless.

On the other side.

The Eight-legged Soul-devouring Demon Spirit stood opposite a burning church.

In its eyes, the struggling souls in the church were extremely delicious food.

When these souls escaped from the flames, it immediately opened its mouth and inhaled—

The souls were swallowed in one gulp.

Despite such a bounty of delicious food, the Eight-legged Soul-devouring Demon Spirit’s face was still shrouded in deep-seated hatred.

“I need to collect more sacred souls… only then can I complete that spell…”

“Kid, just you wait.”

As it was thinking.

A grand voice echoed from the depths of the sky:

“All existences, follow my power, and let everything continue to evolve.”

An unparalleled oppressive force descended from the sky.

The Eight-legged Soul-devouring Demon Spirit was firmly pressed to the ground, unable to move an inch.

“What is this?”

It turned its head in surprise and uncertainty, looking up at the sky.

A cluster of flames flew out from the church, and its light illuminated the demon spirit’s eyes, also reflecting two lines of text that had just appeared in the void:

“Stop Valhalla’s plan.”

“Failure means obliteration!”

This scene.

Occurred simultaneously in various parts of the entire historical fragment.

Every existence that entered the “Ghost and God Society” historical fragment faced the same demand from the ancient sequence.

The only exception was Shen Ye.

At this moment.

He had returned to Night Raven Town.

As the sequence’s command echoed across the world, that ancient and profound voice also resounded in his ear:

“You have done well.”

“For this功laudable achievement, I have enhanced the power of your sequence.”

“It will slumber for a while, then advance.”

“During this time, you can move freely in the ‘Ghost and God Society’ without any restrictions.”

“—Everything valuable you acquire in this world can leave with you.”

“This is your reward.”

As the words fell.

Countless runes flashed in the void, falling like a torrential downpour, enveloping Shen Ye.

They converged with a natural rhythm, weaving into a contract.

There was only one line of text on the contract:

“Allow the designated target to take valuable items from the ‘Ghost and God Society’.”

An endless surge of power emanated from this contract.

Shen Ye was stunned.

After a good while, he said sincerely:

“Thank you.”

—Things obtained here can be taken away.

The other party even had to specifically explain it.

And weave a contract to prove it.

Then.

What about those who didn’t get permission from this ancient sequence?

Those who came to search for various treasures, how could they take the treasures from here?

What would be their fate?

Shen Ye felt a bone-chilling coldness surge up his spine.

—The other shore world is too terrifying!

The ancient sequence responded:

“Don’t be modest. I have also sought out some people to verify this outcome.”

“But those who went to hell never returned.”

“Only you, with your ingenuity, accomplished this and survived.”

“This is your earned reward.”

“I didn’t die… is that important?” Shen Ye asked.

“Of course, that existence is an ‘omnipotent’ divine spirit.”

“What does ‘omnipotent’ mean?”

“‘Omnipotent’ means being able to do anything,” the ancient sequence replied.

It patiently explained:

“—Valhalla is the ‘omnipotent’ Lord of the End Times.”

“Its only weakness is that it ‘must not let anyone know that it is ‘evil’ and an existence that seeks to destroy everything’.”

“When you held that letter, read its contents, and even called out its name—and you are still alive, it means that ‘living people know’ its plan.”

“It then has no choice but to abandon its original plan.”

“Unbelievable… it just can’t be done just because it was discovered?” Shen Ye found it hard to believe.

“Yes.”

“How can one achieve the power level of ‘omnipotence’?”

“Only it knows.”

“Understood.”

Shen Ye still wanted to know more, but he vaguely felt that he shouldn’t ask any further questions.

There’s no such thing as a free lunch!

Countless people came to the “Ghost and God Society” to hunt for treasures.

But without the sequence’s permission, nothing from this historical fragment could be taken away!

From this point alone, he shouldn’t ask any more questions!

“Thank you for your generosity, I am very grateful.”

Shen Ye said.

“You’re welcome. If you are willing to serve me again in the future, you can contact me anytime.”

“I wish you a smooth journey in the ‘Ghost and God Society’.”

As the words fell.

The crushing power of the sequence gradually dissipated, leaving Shen Ye.

Only Shen Ye remained standing in place.

An omnipotent being.

Without even fighting, just by uttering the terms it possessed, he would die.

And this historical fragment.

To take anything from this world, the sequence itself must personally issue a specific contract.

The other shore is too terrifying.

—Truly unimaginably terrifying!

Shen Ye shook his head and glanced at the void.

The “Exiled Emperor” gave no prompts, nor any movement.

It seems it really went into slumber.

So.

What should he do now?

As Shen Ye pondered, he suddenly felt the tombstone in front of him move.

Immediately after.

A man in a military uniform climbed out of the ground.

He had a neat, not-too-long mustache, his hair was perfectly combed, and his eyes were sharp, seemingly emitting a faint glow.

—He was a very charming, elegant middle-aged man.

“Hello, messenger of the Holy See.”

The man greeted Shen Ye with a smile, clean and tidy in his military uniform, without a speck of mud.

Shen Ye paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled:

“Hello, Colonel Valhalla.”

The Omnipotent.

The Demon King of the End, the Singer of Soul Anguish, the Fallen Divinity of the Lord, the Mutated Apocalypse that enslaves all wailing souls—

Valhalla.

It had resurrected in front of him.

Tsk.

He should have expected it.

Its plan was thwarted, so it naturally couldn’t continue to hide its identity in hell and do what it originally intended.

All because of him.

And that sequence didn’t give the slightest hint.

How should he put it?

To survive in a world like this, one truly couldn’t rely on others even a little bit.

Shen Ye felt a pang of emotion.

This feeling dissipated completely in a thousandth of a second.

What needed to be done, must continue to be done.

He must treat it as an Omnipotent, and the only ray of hope lay in—

It referred to him as a messenger.

“My letter has been delivered. Do you need a reply?”

Shen Ye asked.

With a reply, perhaps a messenger would be needed.

Perhaps…

He could survive?

“That’s a good point. Please wait a moment, I’ll write it now,” Valhalla said.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, then pulled out a quill pen, lowered his head, and quickly began to write, yet asked in a casual tone:

“Mr. Messenger, what is your name?”

“Baxter—Paige Baxter,” Shen Ye said.

“Mr. Baxter, your level of shadowy whispers is too low. I still sensed this technique and then used several spells to communicate with you,” Valhalla said.

His handwriting was elegant and neat, and he quickly wrote two lines.

“I apologize, I’m just a messenger, and this is all I’m capable of,” Shen Ye sighed.

“It must have been hard to travel all this way to such a remote place. Is your usual salary enough for living expenses?” Valhalla asked.

“Barely enough, but if I had a girlfriend, it probably wouldn’t be enough,” Shen Ye said.

“Indeed, survival is difficult, and procreating requires an even crueler competition. You are very honest, Baxter,” Valhalla said.

The letter was finished.

At this moment.

A thought suddenly flashed through Shen Ye’s mind.

“You are a powerful soldier,” Shen Ye carefully worded, “Could you perhaps give me some pointers on my technique of shadowy whispers?”

He quickened his speech:

“I know there’s no free lunch, but I can deliver this letter to the Holy See a bit faster—other than that, there’s nothing else I can do for you.”

Requesting guidance.

Paying the price he could afford.

Incidentally, stating that he was just a messenger.

Reiterating that his strength was meager, unworthy of mention.

Beyond that, there was nothing more he could do. After all, he had just had a thought.

The faint small print flashed almost instantly:

“Your reputation cannot be elevated by the other party, as the world of laws cannot borrow any attention from them.”

“You attempted to use the emergent-level blade technique ‘Three Spring Glories’.”

“Attention!”

“Your ‘Picking Spring Wind’ cannot find the weakest moment in the opponent’s life.”

“The opponent has never been weak.”

“The opponent has never been defeated.”

“The opponent is the master of everything.”

“Blade technique ineffective!”

All the small words flashed and quickly disappeared.

Something within Shen Ye began to crumble.

This strike.

Even the Eight-legged Soul-devouring Demon Spirit would shy away from it.

But in front of this being, he couldn’t even draw his blade.

Shen Ye’s gaze suddenly sharpened.

He quickly inhaled, mobilizing his remaining reason, and constructed the basic rhetorical strategy from just moments ago.

—Would it work?

After a breath.

Valhalla’s expression was calm and indifferent, his cold eyes fixed on Shen Ye.

“Baxter, let me ask you a question.”

“Please speak, Colonel.”

“Because I possess some minor convenient spells, I can see that all your companions couldn’t keep up with your pace throughout your journey, because you are actually a truly outstanding warrior.”

“Yet you carried those companions.”

“—Why didn’t you abandon them?”

“After all, if you advanced alone, without worrying about them, without any attachments, your progress would be faster.”

Valhalla looked at Shen Ye, as if he saw the dharma appearance behind him, and then saw the true creations within the dharma appearance, and even all the existences in the nightmare world, and even everything that had happened in the past.

“I’m just an ordinary person. In such an era, I might die at any time, but I am certain of one thing.”

Shen Ye spread his hands and said, “They won’t abandon me in various difficulties.”

“What if you all die?” Valhalla asked.

“Then we die,” Shen Ye said.

A moment of silence.

Valhalla nodded, uttering a single word:

“Humility.”

“This is excellent, it matches my expectations for humanity back then, giving me a joy like that of fruit growing normally.