Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 683

One hour.

The “Most Holy” entry has a cooldown period of one hour.

In addition.

Shen Ye suddenly realized something.

—No matter how much he said he didn’t want revenge on Hera, nor did he want to fight her.

But Hera didn’t think that way.

Shen Ye looked at her.

She was already standing before him, seemingly ready to attack!

Ironically—

The Twisted Sanctuary wanted to help him kill her, but he refused their offer.

“We agreed, didn’t we? The future entry belongs to me?”

Hera looked up at Shen Ye, her voice sweet and captivating.

“Yes,” Shen Ye admitted.

He rapidly thought through the entire situation.

—God was right!

At that time, in order to obtain the future entry, Xu Xingke kept Hera by his side, waiting for an opportunity to activate that card.

He left alone.

On the top floor of the Holy Tower, he communicated with God and thus learned the secret of the future entry.

Hera didn’t know!

She only obtained the entry but didn’t know how it came about!

This was reassuring.

“Then, give me back the entry quickly.”

Hera said.

Shen Ye sighed, then sighed again, finally stabilizing his emotions, and said gently:

“You are the one who manipulates cause and effect. Don’t you know why the entry on your head split up?”

Hera’s expression changed slightly.

She glanced at the white rose in Shen Ye’s hand, and a faint light suddenly spread in her eyes.

—Pupil technique · Causal Investigation!

“Who did you ally with… let me see… it seems to be a hidden alliance, the other party holds a high position yet is willing to cooperate with you…”

“Even the scattered flowers cannot suppress the stench of countless decaying souls.”

“—It’s the Twisted Sanctuary.”

Hera couldn’t help but take a step back.

She scrutinized Shen Ye with a new gaze, trying to discern something from his expression.

Shen Ye, however, found it somewhat amusing.

This woman was so suspicious that she even had to scrutinize the flower in his hand.

But—

“I can’t do anything about the entry, it’s its own choice,” Shen Ye said truthfully.

“That is indeed a problem, but in front of me, it’s easily solved,” Hera said.

“You can solve it?” Shen Ye asked.

—The future entry contains the power of entropy, and also has its own consciousness.

Furthermore, in terms of power—

Even if it split, it could simultaneously grant both him and Hera S-rank power.

What terrifying power!

—How could you solve the problem of this entry?

Would the entry recognize your methods?

Hera formed a hand seal, confidently saying:

“It’s nothing more than doing some things that the entry thinks I’m wrong about. As long as I correct these things, there will be no problem.”

The technique was complete!

Shen Ye felt everything around him change.

He found himself in a misty hot spring.

Not far away was a magnificent castle.

Maids carrying fine wine, delicacies, tobacco, and towels stood at the edge of the hot spring.

Several maidens sang softly under a tree.

Shen Ye looked around and suddenly saw Hera, clad in a thin, gauze-like robe, walking step by step into the hot spring.

“This is the Dream of Karma.”

The warm spring water soaked her clothes, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her beautiful curves.

Hera said with a smile, “Although it’s just a dream, it’s not much different from the real world. Everything here is for your enjoyment.”

“I will stay with you here for a whole year. You can do anything you want.”

Shen Ye asked, “Are you apologizing?”

“A transaction—I’ll make you feel completely at ease, no longer blaming me for trivial matters, and you just need to enjoy it,” Hera said.

She swam over, gently pressing against Shen Ye’s chest, raised her head, and, facing Shen Ye’s neck, gently extended her tongue—

Puff.

A long knife pierced her chin and exited the back of her head.

Shen Ye lifted her with the knife, smiling faintly:

“I need an apology, not a transaction.”

Bam—

The moment Hera died, the entire dream world dissipated.

On the grassland.

Shen Ye and Hera appeared simultaneously.

“No.”

Hera scrutinized him, muttering, “In dreams, one usually can’t control oneself. Why do you still have such strong willpower?”

“The dream is my domain,” Shen Ye said.

—He was the King of Nightmares.

Hera, however, lowered her hands, signaling that she had no intention of attacking, and continued:

“You’ve already killed me once in the dream.”

“The pain of death still lingers in my heart.”

“Isn’t that enough?”

“Not enough,” Shen Ye said.

“So, you need an apology?” Hera asked.

“Yes,” Shen Ye said.

Hera was a little agitated, so she decided to speak candidly:

“Alright, to be honest, in this era, who doesn’t look out for themselves? If you’re unhappy, I can compensate you more.”

“—Name your price, Gatekeeper Shen Ye.”

No sooner had the words fallen.

Silver light simultaneously enveloped both of their heads, quickly materializing into lines of small text that appeared before their eyes:

“An S-rank snoop is about to arrive.”

“You must leave separately to avoid a battle.”

“If you must fight, then do it quickly!”

—It was the system’s reminder.

Shen Ye quickly read it, ignored Hera, and turned to walk away.

Frankly.

In a place like the other shore, there weren’t many people left.

Through the Battle of the Holy Tower, he also understood the true strength of those surviving professionals.

So he wasn’t worried.

Now the bigger problem was the fragments of history.

In the endless river of history, across various eras and epochs, there were definitely more S-rank powerhouses than on the current other shore!

If they sensed the power fluctuations of him and Hera—

They would likely find him in history and try to extract information from him.

That would be the real trouble!

Therefore.

As long as Hera wasn’t stupid.

The best choice now wasn’t to go into history.

It was to leave immediately and hide one’s tracks.

After the storm passed, then re-emerge.

As for fighting each other—

Should they fight until both were injured, only for others to reap the benefits?

That would be the most foolish thing to do.

“Our grievances are not settled. Farewell.”

Shen Ye finished speaking and immediately prepared to leave.

Hera looked at the young man’s retreating figure, her eyes flickering, and suddenly spoke:

“Come.”

Her voice seemed to possess a magical quality.

The void quietly opened.

Several figures descended, each wielding a weapon, and surrounded Shen Ye.

“He’s a B-rank superior historical figure,” one professional said.

“Be careful, he has the future entry—Hera, what is his entry’s attribute?” another tall man asked.

Hera said, “I’m not exactly sure, but he just used it once, so the entry’s power is currently weakened.”

These people looked at Shen Ye as if he were a big fish.

Shen Ye watched Hera quickly communicate with these people, already understanding a few things, but still asked:

“You are—”

The tall man said:

“The History Hunting Group, specifically for hunting those of you who emerge from history.”

“Yes, usually, historical figures who come out alive either possess astonishing wealth, or have mastered certain secrets, or have other treasures,” another said.

“Hera is our main force.”

Shen Ye finally understood. “So, joining my team from the beginning was a deception?”

He asked.

“You haven’t suffered any loss. I just offered you compensation, but you didn’t accept,” Hera said with an innocent expression.

With that, the conversation ended.

Shen Ye, instead, started to laugh.

“Are you hunting me? Or hunting the future entry?” he asked.

“Wouldn’t a double harvest be even better?” the tall man said.

The others remained silent.

—It seemed everyone agreed with this statement.

Shen Ye, however, looked towards Hera.

Hera was inexplicably confused.

Shen Ye withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, his thoughts stirring.

These people want to hunt the future entry?

The future entry—

It can create power beyond S-rank.

Doesn’t Hera know this?

Or, from the very beginning, did the future entry never display such powerful might on her?

From the previous situation, Hera should have been an S-rank existence.

She didn’t reach beyond S-rank.

How ridiculous!

The entry didn’t fancy Hera as its master!

Such a bizarre thing was simply unheard of.

But this was his chance.

“Attack!”

The several of them shouted in unison.

Shen Ye simultaneously cast a hand seal.

—Gatekeeper’s Cage · Demon Subjugation Ritual!

Rumble—

A colossal bone palace enveloped the surroundings, trapping everyone within it.

Faint, small characters flashed instantly:

“You used an artifact:”

“Frost Snow Plum.”

“Ancient Immortal Branch, artifact, unique.”

“Description: All abilities or skills currently on cooldown can be immediately cast again with the help of this ring.”

“—Double Plum Blossom.”

All the small characters flashed and vanished.

Shen Ye drew his knife and walked step by step towards the opposite side.

Everyone attacked together!

Spells flew towards Shen Ye.

Dark flames surged around his body, and he charged forward, enduring the bombardment of spells.

A flash of the long blade.

One person was split from head to foot.

Shen Ye was hit by dense spells, his body shook a few times, but he was unharmed.

“How is that possible!”

Someone exclaimed in shock.

Everyone looked at Hera.

Hera loudly reminded, “He might have made a deal with the Twisted Sanctuary, so he has some treasure that can temporarily resist!”

So that’s how it is!

Everyone suddenly understood, calmed down, and continued their attack.

Any treasure could indeed resist for a while, but it couldn’t permanently withstand high-intensity attacks!

At this moment.

Shen Ye lowered his head and glanced at his hand.

The blood-red ring on his hand had lost an imperceptible trace of blood, revealing the blank metallic color underneath.

—This was the ring of vitality formed by the Twisted Lord attacking the bone palace!

These members of the history hunting group were roughly A-rank.

Two of them were A-rank superior.

They were only a hair’s breadth away from reaching S-rank.

But so what?

They fought for a long time, and the vitality stored in the ring only decreased by a tiny bit.

The next second.

The blood color was replenished!

“When they continuously attack, they also lose vitality,” Seventh Uncle’s voice sounded.

Shen Ye nodded, enduring countless attacks, and charged before another person.

One slash.

Turned and walked away.

The roar of spells grew more urgent and frantic.

The professionals all unleashed their grotesque shadows, adding to their own power, striking with all their might.

But it was no use.

Shen Ye’s current total vitality was so immense that calling him a “tank” would be an understatement!

Coupled with the power of the Doomsday Annihilation Flames—

Within these flames, no truth could suppress his actions!

But behold, a flash of saber light danced back and forth among the uneven bones, cutting through flesh and blood.

One blade after another.

Each strike deadly!

Pffft—

A long spear pierced Shen Ye’s chest, but Shen Ye ignored it completely.

His blade chopped the spear wielder into several pieces, then he pulled out the long spear and threw it aside.

The wound healed.

“Run!”

The tall man cried out in alarm.

Hera was also stunned.

“This grotesque shadow… how is that possible…”

She murmured.

Shen Ye’s blade slashed across the tall man’s neck, sending blood spraying into the air.

Clang.

The head rolled to the side.

—They were all dead.

No.

Only Hera remained.

Shen Ye walked up to her, holding his knife, silent.

Hera’s face was pale, and she forced a smile:

“I remember, you wanted me to apologize just now?”

Shen Ye nodded, looking at her earnestly.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Hera’s heart. She clasped her hands together, bowed respectfully, and said deferentially:

“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have deceived you, nor should I have betrayed you.”

As the words fell.

She looked up, uneasy, at Shen Ye.

She saw the man, whose face was filled with killing intent, smile gently for the first time.

He smiled!

“It’s good that you apologized.”

He spoke.

Hera’s heart slowly settled.

Actually—

This man was truly strong.

It wouldn’t be so bad to abandon the hunting group and follow him.

He was gentle, and his swordsmanship was excellent.

His grotesque shadow was even unbelievably powerful.

At this thought.

Hera’s tone became even more sincere:

“It was truly my fault, and I am willing to compensate you well.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please forgive me.”

Shen Ye nodded and said,

“You spoke well, now it’s my turn.”

“Yes.” Hera lowered her head, responding, her expression utterly submissive.

But a second later.

A sharp pain surged through her.

The world spun.

She saw her own slender and youthful body standing there motionless.

—But why was there no head?

There was no time to think further.

The ground moved up and down several times.

Then.

Eternal darkness enveloped everything.

In the final moment.

She heard Shen Ye’s words:

“I don’t accept your apology.”