Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 679

“Can I have the term?” Hera asked.

“Yes,” Shen Ye said.

“Are you really not concerned about that term?” Hera looked at him.

“I’m concerned about its power—you must sign a restrictive contract not to use it against me or my friends,” Shen Ye demanded.

“Deal!” Hera said happily.

Since his companion agreed so readily, he might as well do his best.

Hera clasped her hands into a spell seal.

—At this moment, the two of them were inside the Holy Tower.

They were crouched in a compartment on the third underground floor, staring at the bare stone walls all around, wondering how to get back to three-quarters of an hour ago.

But Hera decided to give it her all.

“Causality is a profound law; it must be assisted by tools, like your deer head, or that phone—”

“Using the ’cause’ on such an item as a medium, I can find the ‘Gate of Time’ that your teacher spoke of.”

“Then I’ll leave it to you,” Shen Ye smiled.

Hera stopped talking, clasping her hands into a spell seal, maintaining consistent movements with the rabbit on her shoulder.

—The spell was complete!

A faint glow emerged from the phone, gently floated up, circled the compartment once, and then returned to the phone.

“Found it,” Hera said.

“Which wall is it?” Shen Ye asked hastily.

“None of them, it’s actually this phone, but I don’t know the method for time travel,” Hera replied.

“Let me take a look.”

Shen Ye picked up the phone, pondered for a moment, then opened “Phone Settings,” found “Time and Date,” and tapped on it. The page displayed four options—

“24-hour format;”

“Automatic setting;”

“Time zone;”

“Specific setting.”

The first three were normal.

Shen Ye tapped on the last one, “Specific setting.”

Immediately, a clock appeared on the phone screen with the minute hand constantly moving backward.

Shen Ye looked up and exchanged glances with Hera.

Both felt a subtle sense of fluidity—

Even though they were standing still, it felt as if they were moving against a current, continuously drifting in one direction.

Ding!

The minute hand stopped with a crisp sound.

The two waited for several breaths.

—Unfortunately, the compartment was empty; there were no reference points for them to judge the passage of time.

“Did it really go back three quarters of an hour?” Shen Ye asked.

“I sensed many causal links, which means the professionals are still in this tower, not dead yet,” Hera said.

“Since they’re all still alive, it should be three quarters of an hour ago,” Shen Ye said.

“Correct,” Hera said.

On the phone.

A new message suddenly appeared:

“Come to the last room on the left corridor of the seventh floor. I’ll be waiting for you here.”

—Xu Xingke.

It was a message from his teacher!

Shen Ye happily stood up, placed his hand on the wall, and set the obstruction to:

“The distance from here to the last room on the left corridor of the seventh floor.”

He took Hera and stepped through the door.

…

Inside the room.

Xu Xingke sat on an iron chair, handcuffed and shackled.

“Teacher, I’ve come to save you!”

Shen Ye immediately drew his Ghostly Blade, ready to cut open the shackles.

“Don’t touch these shackles—I was captured by the Twisted Sanctuary, and they are preparing to transport me back for a slow interrogation.”

Xu Xingke said.

“I’ll rescue you!” Shen Ye said.

“No need,” Xu Xingke seemed extraordinarily calm, “They won’t kill me for now, after all, I still possess highly valuable information.”

“Then—”

“They firmly believe in the power of these shackles and won’t take my life for the time being, which is why I was temporarily placed here.”

“This also ensures I can meet you.”

Shen Ye thought about it carefully, and it seemed to make sense.

Moreover, the Lord of Order behind his teacher was God!

How could God not know how to unlock shackles?

Shen Ye relaxed and looked up, only to see a new term above his teacher’s head:

“Bloodthirsty Emperor.”

“Negative Personality term.”

“Description: This is a display-type term, intended to make his evil known to all.”

“Teacher, how did you get such a term?” Shen Ye asked in surprise.

“The angels found my killing spree excessive, so they gave me this term as a mark for reflection,” Xu Xingke said indifferently.

“What about the others?”

“I’m the only human here now.”

“…Did God say anything?” Shen Ye asked.

“Didn’t utter a peep, don’t know what his attitude is,” Xu Xingke sneered.

Shen Ye recalled some past fragments of his communication with God, pondering:

“His silence usually means one thing.”

“What’s that?” Xu Xingke asked.

“He has no objections to you,” Shen Ye fabricated.

His teacher looked somewhat dejected.

—His teacher was alone in the Holy Alliance, being bullied by angels. He needed to give him some support!

Even if it was false support.

Furthermore.

Maybe it was true!

God hadn’t said anything, so naturally, it meant he didn’t object!

“…Is that so? You’re right, then I have nothing to worry about anymore, just keep doing what I’m doing.”

Xu Xingke pondered.

“Wait, teacher, did you really kill a lot of enemies?” Shen Ye became vigilant.

“Not many, I only killed a few hundred demons—they were all extremely evil beings who constantly caused trouble, brought disaster during chaos, and devoured the souls of all living creatures.”

Xu Xingke confessed.

Shen Ye was a little annoyed.

Killing such demons, only a few hundred, and the angels gave him such a term to wear on his head.

Damn it.

He needed to make a trip to the Garden of Eden when he had the chance.

Shen Ye thought to himself.

He saw Xu Xingke cock his head, spit out a card from his collar, and fling it towards Shen Ye.

“Take it—I managed to bring this in with great difficulty.”

“Okay.”

Shen Ye caught the card.

On the card was a question mark.

“Secret card.”

“Creation-type card.”

“Description: Mimics a world out of nothing, giving birth to an identical world and replacing it.”

This is?

Shen Ye looked at Xu Xingke.

“God gave it to me—and God also said that you and your companion must act separately,” Xu Xingke said.

“Huh? Why?” Shen Ye asked.

“I can’t use this card, otherwise I’ll be exposed—your companion is to hide here, ready to activate this card at any time.”

“What about me?”

“You take the phone and go to the top floor to eliminate the enemy.”

“Me? Alone?” Shen Ye pointed at himself.

Xu Xingke glanced at him and said indifferently, “Don’t underestimate yourself, you are the first person to return from the Myriad Realms.”

Alright.

Shen Ye looked at Hera.

“No problem—as long as I can get that term, I guarantee I’ll complete the mission,” Hera said.

“Alright then.”

Shen Ye placed the card in her hand, then opened the door, walked in, and instantly disappeared.

Only Hera and Xu Xingke remained in the room.

A moment of silence.

“Uh… are you his teacher?”

Hera exchanged pleasantries.

“Yes,” Xu Xingke replied concisely.

“Sir, I have a small question,” Hera continued.

“Speak.”

“I also know some matters of causality, and I’ve dealt with angels before… I can’t understand why they would target you.”

“Different stances, perhaps,” Xu Xingke sighed, appearing somewhat dejected.

Hera carefully glanced at him, then asked:

“What is your stance?”

“I hope for world peace, where people abide by the law and live in peace and prosperity across the land.”

That sounds pretty good!

“Understood, you killed a few hundred demons for the sake of peace,” Hera said.

“There are no other reasons,” Xu Xingke said.

Hera kept looking at him.

—He wasn’t lying.

His expression was open and honest, his tone firm and forceful, and his entire being exuded majesty and power.

This proved he believed in his own words.

Interesting.

Shen Ye was already formidable enough.

This man was Shen Ye’s teacher.

Such a person was willing to be tied up here as a decoy, all to ensure the task of stealing the term proceeded.

Yet such a person was bullied by angels?

A touch of sympathy stirred in Hera’s heart, and she spoke:

“If you need me to use this card, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Then I’ll trouble you,” Xu Xingke said. …

Meanwhile.

Shen Ye had already reached the top floor.

No one was here.

Not a single soul.

—Where were the monsters of the Twisted Sanctuary?

And the future term?

A wave of doubt swept through Shen Ye’s mind.

His phone suddenly vibrated a few times.

A message appeared on the screen:

“Currently connected to God’s private Wi-Fi, 1 gram of gold deducted per second.”

The chat app automatically opened.

An avatar labeled “God” sent a message:

“Long time no see.”

“Note: This message incurs a specialized consultation fee of 1 kilogram of gold.”

Shen Ye tried to hold back.

A greeting costs 1 kilogram of gold?

Does he not know how much gold costs these days!

He gritted his teeth and quickly typed:

“Just say what you want directly. Why use this contact method? Just to extort money from me, right?”

“Not at all—in fact, other contact methods are insecure. Only human-invented technological communication methods like mobile phones are considered inferior, crude, and laughable by monsters.”

“Based on their arrogance, communicating via mobile phone makes it less likely for information to be leaked.”

“Note: This message is lengthier, incurring a specialized consultation fee of 3 kilograms of gold.”

Shen Ye was annoyed and simply typed:

“What do you want from me?”

A small line of text popped up on the phone screen: “Something important.”

“Speak!”

“Because I am omniscient and omnipotent, you will now learn a secret that truly concerns the fate of all beings.”

Small text continued to appear on the screen:

“The Era of Entropy signifies the end of all things.”

“Fragments of history must also end, and only their end will allow everything to return to emptiness.”

“When everything returns to emptiness, the future will arrive.”

“So it’s not that this holy tower is about to generate a future term.”

“Rather, it is about to be utterly destroyed.”

“After its destruction—”

“The power of entropy will form a future term.”

“Remember!”

“As of now, no one knows this secret!”

The last line was highlighted in red.

Shen Ye was somewhat surprised and couldn’t help but ask:

“Is this the birthplace of the first future term?”

“Yes.”

That made sense.

Shen Ye held his phone, looking at the lines of small text, and suddenly felt that this paid consultation was worth it after all.

“When will this place be destroyed?” he typed.

“In two quarters of an hour, the seal will loosen, and the entire Holy Tower, along with this historical fragment, will be destroyed by the power of the seal.”

“But the monsters of the Twisted Sanctuary are also here searching for terms.”

“Understood,” Shen Ye continued typing, “I must not let them know this secret, and I must take the future term produced by the destruction.”

On the screen, small text continued to appear:

“Precisely. Now, it’s up to you to figure out a way.”

“—Remember, in a quarter of an hour, the monsters of the Twisted Sanctuary will arrive on the top floor; in two quarters of an hour, this historical fragment will be destroyed!”

“You’re not going to act?” Shen Ye asked.

“My intervention would attract the attention of all S-ranked beings, and they would discover the secret here. So, this time, I must rely on you.”

That was reasonable.

“By the way, what rank am I now?” he asked.

“Generally speaking, you are a high-ranking B-class existence, but if you use that two-rank successive leap刀法, or that door ability, you can temporarily be considered S-class.”

“Why not directly classify me as S-class?”

“Do you think there are many S-class beings? All my abilities are S-class, and even among S-class, I’m just average.”

Alright.

There was nothing to argue about now.

“What about the future term then?” Shen Ye asked.

“Once someone possesses a future term, they directly become S-class—the power of Entropy is almost invincible!”

Shen Ye nodded slightly, preparing to end their conversation.

He suddenly remembered something else and typed:

“How did my teacher get a ‘Bloodthirsty Emperor’ term? Can’t you do something about those angels?”

A line of small text appeared on the phone screen:

“Your teacher Xu Xingke likes to kill hundreds of demons.”

—What about it!

Anger surged in Shen Ye’s heart, and he couldn’t help but type quickly:

“Yes, my teacher abhors evil—what about it? Do you have an opinion? Are angels so merciful now that they can’t even bear to kill their enemies?”

Another two lines of small text appeared on the phone screen:

“He kills hundreds of demons every hour.”

“There are 24 hours in a day.”

“He has been with me for hundreds of years.”

“Figure it out yourself.”

“—That’s why I arranged this mission, so he could get some fresh air and clear his head.”

Shen Ye’s anger and annoyance vanished, and he held his phone, unable to type a single word.

Teacher.

You must have fallen in love with killing demons.

“Snap.”

The phone suddenly caught fire and quickly turned to ash.

The ashes dissipated into the void, as if carried away by an invisible hand.

—Not even ashes remained.

This was ample proof of how cautious God was in the entire affair.

This made Shen Ye cautious as well.

He paced back and forth in the empty room, contemplating a countermeasure.

A quarter of an hour.

The monsters would arrive.

Two quarters of an hour.

The world would be destroyed, entropy.

In other words—

He had to eliminate all the monsters within a quarter of an hour to prevent the news from leaking.

…This would definitely be a tough battle.

Shen Ye suddenly remembered the card his teacher had taken out earlier.

Tsk.

So that’s how it was, that’s how it was.

He drew his Ghostly Blade, held his breath, and slashed twice in the void.

“Be destroyed.”

He whispered, sheathing his long blade.

In an instant.

Lines of faint glowing text quietly appeared:

“You performed the sword technique ‘Demon Subjugation’.”

“You used ‘Saintly Songstress’ to temporarily upgrade your sword technique to ‘Prison Suppression’.”

“??-class sword technique.”

“Description: The target believes in the effectiveness of this strike and achieves it with its own body.”

A breath of silence.

Boom—

The Holy Tower, along with the world, began to be destroyed.

—The entire historical fragment believed that this strike would destroy itself!

It began to self-destruct!

All living beings within the Holy Tower also suffered this strike.

The effect they believed was “The Holy Tower was not destroyed; the previous instant was merely an illusion.”

Effect achieved!

—This was the power of an S-class sword technique, as described by God!

Meanwhile.

On one of the floors.

Xu Xingke, hearing the commotion, said:

“It’s time, use that card now.”

“Okay,” Hera replied.

She

activated her power and threw the card out.

The next second.

The surrounding walls, ceiling, and everything else simultaneously began to be destroyed.

But the card began to exert its power—

It mimicked the Holy Tower, transforming into a new Holy Tower, enclosing all living beings within it.

However!

This was merely a counterfeit.

The true historical fragment was being destroyed step by step!

A door quietly appeared.

“Shen Ye?”

Hera turned her head with delight.

“Here, the term I promised you—it’s about to be born,” Shen Ye said.

“Good!”

Hera leaped up, dashed through the door, and instantly arrived on the top floor.

Before Shen Ye, a white glowing ball floated.

“The power of Entropy…”

Hera murmured.

She reached out towards the glowing ball.