Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 678

“What’s the most valuable thing in historical fragments?”

“How should I know?”

“Just guess.”

“Weapons?”

“Not really—there’s nothing much to eat on the other shore, so historical fragments are the basis of our survival.”

Hera took a big bite of the wheat cake, sesame seeds all over her lips, eating with great relish.

Shen Ye was a little speechless.

—This seemed to be a restaurant.

As soon as the two entered, a solemn voice immediately echoed in the void:

“Esteemed Sabi, welcome to dine.”

Then the stone table was filled with all sorts of food.

Tsk.

Annoyed.

Shen Ye simply picked up a glass of wine from the table and drank it slowly.

After several more gulps, he watched Hera twirl her ring, packing all the food, but found that she had no intention of leaving.

“Aren’t we looking for a term?”

Shen Ye asked.

“Right—but too many people are fighting for it at the top of the Holy Tower,” Hera said.

“Even the Twisted Sanctuary couldn’t control the situation?”

“Acquiring that term allows one to glimpse the secrets of the future. This opportunity is enough for anyone to gamble.”

“Indeed, should we be leaving now?” Shen Ye said.

“Not yet.”

“Why?”

Hera suddenly became serious, stating solemnly:

“Because you replaced Sabi and became Sabi, you now carry the ’cause’ of a guardian. If you don’t repay this ‘consequence,’ both you and I will suffer great misfortune.”

“Elaborate further—”

“The power of karma surges around me, so it will affect you too. You must be mindful of karma.”

Shen Ye was startled, then quickly reacted and asked:

“What happened to the guardians?”

“They’re all dead, except for you,” Hera said.

“Why did they all die?”

“Because they had to protect this place.”

“Just because of that?”

“Yes.”

“But—”

“No need for further discussion. If you choose me as your comrade, you must be mindful of karma. There’s nothing that can be done about it.”

Before she finished speaking.

The void opened, and a young man wearing gauntlets stepped out.

His gauntlets were stained with blood, and as soon as he appeared, he stared at the “deer-headed” Shen Ye, grinning uncontrollably:

“So there’s one left here. Never mind, I’ll finish this up.”

Poof.

A long blade pierced through the young man’s chest, retracted, then pierced in again, several times in quick succession.

The young man opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was slit, and his head rolled to the ground.

The headless body fell.

The body still twitched, as if it couldn’t believe it was dead.

“Did you make a move?”

Shen Ye turned and asked.

“No,” Hera said, staring at his blade unblinkingly.

“It seems the blade was too fast,” Shen Ye said.

“Did it become faster after integration?” Hera asked.

“Yes,” Shen Ye admitted.

“No wonder it was so easy—he didn’t even get to use his bizarre shadow,” Hera muttered.

Shen Ye let out a sigh of relief, also feeling that his blade was indeed very fast today, and the battle went smoothly.

“We can go now.”

Hera said.

“Have you repaid what you owed them?” Shen Ye asked.

“They believe your revenge was swift and are no longer bothered by you using Sabi’s identity,” Hera said.

Clang!

A resounding crash.

Lines of small text appeared above Shen Ye’s head:

“You sought revenge against an enemy with blood-stained hands, severing his head.”

“The souls of the guardians unanimously recognized you as the true Sabi.”

“As a parting gift, they bestowed upon you this honorary term.”

“Sabi.”

“Honorary Term, can be advanced.”

“Description: You can continue to walk through this historical fragment as a natural guardian.”

“—Honor has little practical use, but it is a valuable recognition.”

It’s not very useful.

Shen Ye adjusted his deer head, deciding to gobble up the term and never use it again once he left this tower.

The two left the room and walked up the spiral staircase.

Before long.

A figure descended, hovering in the void next to the stairs.

It was a woman with colorful wings.

“Twisted Nun.”

Hera couldn’t help but exclaim.

“You know her? An acquaintance?” Shen Ye asked.

“No—beware of her scream, it can unleash twenty spells in an instant,” Hera transmitted.

Shen Ye looked at the Twisted Nun.

The other party also observed him, speaking in a gentle voice:

“Do not go up any further. Stay right here, kneel before me, and offer your souls to me.”

“This way, you can avoid torment.”

“—After all, you must have heard of the Twisted Sanctuary’s formidable reputation, haven’t you?”

Shen Ye remembered something and asked:

“Is your master the heir of the Entropy Crown, the emerging pinnacle of distortion?”

“How audacious! How dare you directly utter your master’s name, you should be—”

The Twisted Nun’s voice came to an abrupt halt.

—Shen Ye pounced forward, his long blade slicing her throat, then continued downwards, splitting her in two.

He and his blade were like a circling butterfly, flying back onto the stairs.

Clang!

The Shadow Bamboo Blade returned to its sheath.

“Your blade—” Hera exclaimed in surprise.

“Very fast,” Shen Ye nodded to her, explaining.

“If so, shall we continue upwards?”

“Up.”

The two quickened their pace, ascending several floors, then suddenly stopped again.

On this floor.

Corpses littered the ground.

Five Twisted Nuns stood in a corner, chanting spells.

Souls emerged from the bodies, ceaselessly moaning in pain.

—This seemed to be a sacrificial ritual.

When Shen Ye and Hera arrived, the nuns all stopped.

“Guardian… how did you reach here?”

A Twisted Nun asked.

A powerful pressure surged from the five women, merging into one, and instantly spread.

—Stacked truth suppression!

Hera was immediately unable to move.

Shen Ye was also unable to move.

But tendrils of dark flames silently emerged from the Youhuang blade, and with a slight tremor.

—This flame can ignore the suppression of truth!

Black, long, sharp blade light pierced through the void, encircling the entire floor, cutting a circumference, and then returned to the blade’s edge.

—Emerging Blade Art: Chilling Cold!

The five nuns were bound by an invisible force, unable to move an inch.

They were also unlucky.

They had merged the truth levels of five people, almost capable of suppressing all professionals in the Holy Tower.

Unfortunately—

They now had to withstand Shen Ye’s blade.

Clang!

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The blade returned to its sheath.

“Didn’t they say they were quite strong?”

Shen Ye asked.

The professionals had been killed, their bodies lying there, their souls sacrificed.

But the few Twisted Nuns who used their bodies for sacrifice couldn’t even resist Shen Ye’s blade art.

This couldn’t be explained by just “the blade is fast.”

Hera climbed up from the ground, looking Shen Ye up and down as if she were seeing him for the first time:

“Are you a strong person with a famous name in history?”

“No, I’m just a small fry,” Shen Ye said.

“…I don’t believe you.”

Hera became excited, forming hand seals.

A rabbit immediately landed on her shoulder.

“I have a plan.”

“Speak.”

“Since you’re so strong, you fight your way up, and I’ll take another path. While you’re attracting everyone’s attention, I’ll steal that future term.”

“…It’s not impossible, but how do we contact each other?”

“The rabbit can transmit sound over long distances!”

“Okay, be quick. Call me immediately when you succeed.”

“No problem!”

Hera held the rabbit and then plunged into the void, disappearing without a trace.

Only Shen Ye remained.

And—

Five headless nun corpses.

And the pile of professional corpses. Shen Ye slightly moved his arm and silently exhaled.

—In this level of engagement, not one mistake can be made.

Truth suppression is an unreasonable power.

Being suppressed would be dangerous.

“Didn’t expect it to be quite useful…”

Shen Ye muttered softly.

Tendrils of apocalypse-destroying flames subtly emerged from his body, making him look like a demon god.

But the next instant.

All the flames receded.

Immediately after.

A figure appeared opposite Shen Ye.

—It was a refined young man.

Lu Man!

Shen Ye had seen him before!

This was the guy who could summon that self-aware Dharma idol, the Lord of the Twisted Sanctuary!

Lu Man was also observing Shen Ye.

He glanced at the intricate and magnificent symmetrical antlers on Shen Ye’s head, then realized:

“Are you Sabi?”

Shen Ye was wearing a deer head, and despite being recognized by the guardians and receiving an honorary term, he was not afraid of being seen through at this moment.

“So what if I am?” Shen Ye gripped his blade, his voice cold.

He spoke through the deer’s mouth, and his voice was different from before.

But that wasn’t the point.

Damn it.

Can’t even talk back when being cursed at!

Shen Ye couldn’t help but press his hand on the hilt of his blade, gripping it tightly, and angrily shouted:

“Your destruction of the Holy Tower is too extreme. I am irreconcilable with you!”

Lu Man’s expression, however, relaxed.

—There were indeed some ancient and powerful entities among the guardians.

But.

According to historical records, their limits were just that.

No match for him.

“So it’s a being among the guardians comparable to a god, no wonder it could disrupt our plan.”

Lu Man waved his hand.

All the corpses of the twisted nuns on the ground disappeared.

Shen Ye calmed his emotions and said:

“Who are you? Why are you blocking my way?”

—He needed to buy time for Hera.

Furthermore.

Lu Man really cared about status and position.

“No, poor Sabi,” Lu Man shook his head, “you are not worthy of hearing my name and title, because you are too weak.”

Shen Ye was startled.

It seemed…

Last time he thought Shen Ye had S-class power, so he thought highly of him and introduced himself.

This time.

He thought Shen Ye was just a guardian.

…Good opportunity.

Lu Man could summon the Lord of Distortion.

Such authority must be limited.

Kill one, one less.

It’s decided then.

Kill him!

Before he uses his Dharma form, finish him off!

“Hmm? Your aura has changed. Do you want to fight me?”

Lu Man asked leisurely.

“You killed my kin and destroyed the Holy Tower, you truly deserve to die,” Shen Ye said.

“Unfortunately, someone of your strength isn’t worth my personal involvement. How about you fight my pet instead?” Lu Man said.

He raised his hand—

In a flash.

Shen Ye suddenly spoke a sentence:

“Let’s call it the Slaughter Squad.”

Lu Man froze for a moment and asked, “Slaughter Squad? What do you mean?”

But the deer-headed man opposite him had vanished.

Such incredible speed!

Lu Man’s expression changed, and he said with a hint of excitement:

“Seems worthy of a fight with me?”

He pulled a staff from the void and cast a spell from a distance.

Boom—

Limitless dark flames erupted seven or eight meters to his left.

Streaks of spell energy flowed in arcs, turning and colliding with the dark flames.

“Leave the spells to me.”

From the void, the voice of the Great Skeleton rang out.

It emerged from the void, transforming into several identical spells, one by one, colliding with the enemy’s spells.

With this obstruction, the dark flames instantly crossed seven or eight meters.

Shen Ye appeared from the flames, brandishing his long blade.

This strike was the final move of the Three Spring Rites blade art—

Gathering Spring Wind!

The Youhuang Blade suddenly merged into the void, transcending countless spacetime images, and slashed towards a specific moment in Lu Man’s past when he was severely injured.

Lu Man’s eyes twitched, and he blurted out:

“You are—”

It was too late to change his spell at this point, so he could only brandish his staff, setting up layers of defenses within that past era’s scene, hoping to endure the opponent’s assassination attempt.

Time seemed to freeze at this instant.

“Die!”

Shen Ye roared, his long blade already striking the past-era Lu Man.

But a large hand emerged from the void, gently pulling Lu Man from behind, dragging him backward.

Taking advantage of this.

Lu Man threw his staff and immediately began to cast a spell.

Waves of invisible ripples spread out.

The large hand became increasingly clear and solid.

The vague, colossal Dharma Aspect began to take shape, and the owner who summoned the large hand was about to appear—

“Dharma aspect descends.”

A voice sounded in the void beside Shen Ye.

Good Duck Duck!

As Shen Ye struck with his blade, he already employed this clone, beginning to cast spells!

Endless bones unfurled with a roar.

Seventh Uncle strode forward, holding a bone blade, and forcefully stabbed through the large hand, pinning it to the ground.

“Quick, I’m no match for that guy.”

Seventh Uncle transmitted.

Shen Ye no longer hesitated, his long blade suddenly turning silent, slashing several times in the void.

Behind him, a bright moon silently emerged.

Tiny glowing words flashed wildly:

“You have named your team.”

“Your team has been established.”

“Mission complete.”

“You have received a quest reward: Blade Art Enhancement.”

“Congratulations.”

“Your blade art ‘Three Spring Rites’ has advanced to a higher-level blade art:”

“Demon Slayer.”

“You used the term ‘Sacred Chant Diva’ to forcibly elevate the ‘Demon Slayer’ blade art by two levels.”

“You have gained a temporary blade art:”

“Prison Suppressor.”

“You used this blade art.”

“Battle ended.”

All the small text flashed away.

All illusions and past scenes dissipated.

Shen Ye retracted his blade and retreated, returning to the hall, standing opposite Lu Man.

Lu Man was silent, then sighed, saying in a deep voice:

“I underestimated you.”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind,” Shen Ye said.

“But—there can’t be such a blade art in the world,” Lu Man said.

“I actually agree,” Shen Ye also said.

Lu Man’s entire body lost its strength.

His Dharma aspect also vanished with the wind, completely unable to manifest.

Shen Ye no longer looked at him.

—After all, he was already dead.

A small figure leaped out of the void, urgently saying:

“Quick, let’s go.”

It was Hera!

“Did you succeed?” Shen Ye asked.

“Let’s go back first.”

“Alright.”

Shen Ye opened the door, and the two returned to the grassland of the other shore.

“The term was acquired by the Twisted Sanctuary—but I met someone who told me to give this to you.”

Hera looked displeased, tossing an object to Shen Ye.

It was a phone.

Shen Ye turned it on and clicked on the only icon.

A video began to play.

Xu Xingke appeared on screen, waving to Shen Ye and saying:

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

“The future term possesses the power of ‘Entropy Annihilation,’ which no other term or power can resist.”

“—The Lord of Distortion must not get it.”

Xu Xingke exhaled smoke and continued:

“Go back to the Holy Tower. In the compartment on the third underground level, we will open a time gate and return to three quarters of an hour ago.”

“We’ll go and seize that term.”