Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 709

The daytime sun was dazzling.

The boundless blue sea blurred and merged with the sky, their colors indistinguishable.

It was almost noon.

People crowded into the shade of the bar, enjoying drinks and idle chatter.

Someone gazed intently at the coastline for a long time.

More and more people turned to look.

The sea.

White waves rolled in.

A man, with a long saber at his waist, rode the waves, accompanied by the sea, and arrived.

He walked barefoot on the scorching white sand, step by step, slowly approaching, until he reached the outside of the bar.

Silence.

“It’s that madman!”

Someone burst out laughing.

Then the whole bar erupted in laughter, filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Some beautiful and noble ladies were a little confused.

Their male companions whispered in their ears, quickly recounting the madman’s story.

“He went insane from practicing his saber technique…”

“…He was frightened by a monster during a mission outside.”

“He’s been staying at this resort, refusing to leave…”

“He wanders aimlessly every day, like a vagrant.”

“…”

Amidst the rustling whispers.

The man walked towards the bar.

Several children, running about, crashed directly into him.

The cake in one child’s hand instantly smeared cream all over his clothes.

This added a touch of comedy.

Even the most prim and proper ladies giggled, covering their mouths.

Under everyone’s gaze.

The man stopped, squatted down, pulled a few coins from his pocket, handed them to the already terrified child, said “go buy a new cake,” patted the child’s head, stood up, and continued walking.

A short while later.

He entered the bar, stopped at the counter, and again laid a few coins from his pocket, saying:

“The usual, draught beer.”

The bartender placed a glass of beer on the table and joked:

“Don’t get drunk.”

The man downed the beer in one gulp.

—He was probably the only person standing and drinking with a weapon on him.

All the other professionals had long since taken their seats, either with a beauty by their side or with friends in groups of two or three.

The man put down the glass and smiled:

“How can a little beer make me drunk?”

The beer seemed to invigorate his spirit, making his eyes much brighter, and he entered a certain state.

He turned and headed out.

However.

The bar was so crowded.

A malevolent professional suddenly stood up and bumped into him.

There were people and tables everywhere.

There was no room to even dodge.

The man, however, seemed oblivious, continuing to walk out of the bar.

Just as the professional was about to collide with him, he suddenly reversed course, stepping back a few paces, and sat back down in his chair.

—It looked as if he had had a change of heart.

His companions were somewhat surprised.

“What, changed your mind?”

“Didn’t you bet you could knock him down?”

“Go on, go and bump into him!”

Several companions whispered among themselves.

The professional, however, pulled out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and forced a smile:

“Never mind, why bother with a vagrant.”

—He never expected this to happen.

The moment he bumped into him—

An overwhelming suppressive force suddenly appeared, enveloping him like sea water, forcing him to retreat step by step to his original position.

That force even held him down, making him sit back in his chair, only then slowly dissipating.

Which master secretly helped that madman?

—It absolutely couldn’t have been that madman.

After all, he had been wandering the island every day during this period, and everyone had figured out his true nature.

He never dared to make a move against any sarcasm or ridicule.

He didn’t even dare to retort.

He just scurried around all day, not knowing what he was doing.

This kind of person—

The professional suddenly realized that his companions’ voices had stopped.

He looked up.

He saw the man standing on the street outside.

A carriage sped up, slowly decelerated opposite him, and stopped.

“Who dares block the way! Do you not know this is the carriage of the great swordsman Ouyang Nan?”

The coachman shouted sharply.

A dead silence.

Everyone was somewhat incredulous.

—Is this madman going to challenge Ouyang Nan, the great swordsman?

Could he actually be a hidden master of the saber?

But he saw the man hesitate, then suddenly turn around and quickly walk to the roadside.

He moved out of the way.

“…” The coachman.

“…” Everyone.

The carriage slowly moved, sped up, and left the street.

The man sighed, then sat down on the steps by the roadside, with a worried look on his face.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

On the large tree by the roadside, a person suddenly stood.

“Ouyang Nan isn’t enough either?”

The person asked, hands clasped behind their back.

“Far too weak,” the man said.

“These past few days, I’ve sent over all the professionals who could be called masters, yet you haven’t made a move,” the person in the tree said.

“Thank you, but they were all a bit lacking, only you can make me move,” the man said.

“Why me?” the person in the tree asked.

“I can suppress them with just my saber intent, there’s no need to actually strike, but my saber intent can’t suppress you,” the man said.

“So you want to kill me.”

“No—I just want to spar with you.”

“What if I win?”

“Then I’ll leave this world immediately without a word and go on a mission.”

“Baxter, you should know that you can’t just speak carelessly.”

“My word is my bond.”

“Good!”

With those words.

A sudden gust of strong wind erupted on the street.

Sand and stones flew.

Everything became blurry.

A fierce cold light erupted from the ground to the sky, piercing through a thousand layers of clouds.

Clang!

The wind and dust settled.

The man sheathed his saber and said leisurely:

“Send another expert to fight me, one stronger than you.”

The person in the tree remained silent.

There was a deep wound on his chest, but it wasn’t fatal.

Inside the bar.

Everyone was in silence.

The whole world was in silence.

—That saber strike had created a terrifying black裂口 in the void, hundreds of meters long, lingering between heaven and earth, long unwilling to dissipate.

What a terrifying saber strike!

But it hadn’t killed the person in the tree—

Undoubtedly, he had held back.

“Baxter, what kind of saber technique is this?” asked the person in the tree.

“Everlasting, an eternal type of saber technique,” Shen Ye said.

“Eternal? So it’s our human race’s saber technique.” The person in the tree nodded.

“Yes,” Shen Ye said.

The two looked at each other.

The person in the tree struggled with his emotions, then suddenly said:

“But I must tell you, no one can defeat them—once they come, you’re dead.”

Shen Ye’s eyebrows raised slightly.

The other party’s words carried a deeper meaning, as if implying—

They were coming.

This was simply too obvious!

It seemed that not all humans had submitted to the monsters.

It was just that the monsters were too strong—

Some people had to outwardly show submission.

Shen Ye smiled, and whispered:

“The heavens and earth are vast, and righteous qi endures, that is my saber of ‘Everlasting’.”

“—I simply refuse to believe that we can’t defeat those devils.”

Before he finished speaking.

Four strangers suddenly appeared on the street.

The moment they appeared, Shen Ye stepped into the void and disappeared.

The four reacted incredibly quickly, immediately brandishing their weapons and attacking the spot where Shen Ye had vanished.

Unfortunately—

Their weapons all struck empty air.

He had truly left.

“Split up, search!”

The four scattered, each choosing a direction, and darted away.

The person standing in the tree remained motionless, then suddenly tears streamed down his face, shaking his head, and vanished in a flash. Inside the bar.

Everyone was still immersed in the atmosphere of the recent battle.

A low voice suddenly spoke:

“Bartender, a pint of beer.”

It was Shen Ye!

He placed a few coins on the counter.

—After escaping the encirclement, he had actually returned to this bar!

The bartender quickly served a pint of beer.

Shen Ye picked up the glass and quietly took a sip.

“Good beer,” he praised.

“Of course it’s good beer, it’s the best beer on this whole street,” the bartender said.

“The beer is good, and the person is even better,” Shen Ye said.

“Sir, I don’t understand what you mean,” the bartender said.

“You just watched everything happen? Is that because it was all your plan?”

Shen Ye asked.

The bartender stared at him, bewildered.

“Don’t pretend,” Shen Ye said, “In the entire world, including those four monsters just now, none are your match. You must be in charge.”

The bartender thought for a moment and said, “You’ve been coming here for drinks all this time, were you actually observing me?”

“Yes,” Shen Ye said.

“No one has ever seen through my disguise, what method did you use?” the bartender asked.

“Trade secret, no comment,” Shen Ye said.

—As a “Serpent Ring of Endless Beginning, Harmonizer of All Laws,” he could tell at a glance that the other party’s various attributes surpassed everyone else in this world.

This was a fundamental realization of the other party’s disguise.

“So you coming here for drinks before was actually out of curiosity for me?” the bartender asked.

The aura around him changed.

An extremely chaotic and evil presence emanated from him.

The clever professionals had already stood up and quietly left the bar.

The remaining people also quickly followed suit.

Before long.

Only Shen Ye and the bartender remained in the entire bar.

“You must be laughing at me—I’ve come to drink a few times, and each time after drinking, I’d go back and quietly think about how to kill you.”

Shen Ye said with a smile.

The bartender, standing on the other side of the counter, said:

“Firstly, your strength is too weak, there’s no possibility of you harming me;”

“Secondly, if I were to summon them now, those four would immediately rush back, and you would have no escape.”

“So what should we talk about?” Shen Ye asked.

“Let’s talk about the future—what information have you obtained regarding ‘the future’?” the bartender asked.

“I don’t want to tell you, unless you take a saber strike from me,” Shen Ye said.

A look of impressive disdain appeared on the bartender’s face.

He said softly:

“You’re just a human, why can’t you put yourself in your place?”

“Because you, a non-human, dare not engage me in a single fight,” Shen Ye said calmly, slowly continuing, “the moment I move, you’re so scared you’ll immediately call for help.”

The bartender’s expression froze.

Perhaps in its long life, no one had ever spoken to it like this before.

The bartender thought for a moment, then slowly said:

“Poor fellow, your strength is clear and certain in my eyes, merely at the lower S-rank.”

“Yet you don’t know how terrifying my strength is—”

“Without any help, I can subdue you with just one move.”

“Come, attack now!”

By the time he finished speaking, the killing intent in his entire body was almost uncontrollable.

Yes!

The bartender didn’t summon the four monsters from earlier; instead, he decided to personally subdue this arrogant human in front of him!

—He didn’t need that many people at all!

Shen Ye rested his hand on his chin, sitting outside the bar counter, and smiled:

“You might not know, but we humans are very imaginative beings.”

“Make a move, and watch how I kill you,” the bartender also said with a smile.

“Then I’m coming,” Shen Ye said.

“Come on,” the bartender said.

“Here I really come—”

In an instant.

Lines of faint small words quietly appeared in the void:

“You have activated the professional skill ‘Void Creation’ from the future profession ‘Fateweaver’.”

“The target of this skill is: yourself.”

“The current skill activation was successful.”

“The designated entity ‘Shen Ye’ has gained sentience and consciousness, and its ‘attribute’ has risen to SSS-rank, fighting for you wholeheartedly.”

“Congratulations.”

“Your power has risen to SSS-rank!”

All the small words were instantly retracted.

At this instant.

Young Shen Ye’s strength rose to SSS-rank!

If an S-rank Shen Ye was merely a lower-tier S-rank existence—

After all, only his overall attributes reached S-rank.

No wonder the bartender completely looked down on him.

But at this instant—

The bartender was bound to be completely unprepared.

Even with the bartender’s foresight, it would be impossible to predict an existence soaring directly from S-rank to the peak of SSS-rank!

Seizing this instant.

Shen Ye struck with his saber.

It wasn’t a chop, nor a direct cut, but a winding motion.

Like a gentle evening breeze at dusk, like the lingering threads in a lover’s eyes, it spun lightly and softly around the bartender’s neck.

The saber light was dazzling, yet as fleeting as a summer flower in full bloom.

Clang.

Shen Ye sheathed his saber, turned, and walked away.

The bartender was stunned for a moment.

What a fast saber!

And from a move perspective, he couldn’t find any opportunity to block.

In other words—

That saber strike from the other party had accounted for all of his evasions and defenses.

It was truly an excellent strike.

But unfortunately.

The technique had reached its peak, but the power hadn’t kept up, making the entire saber technique seem like a botched attempt, turning into something inferior.

—He hadn’t been injured at all.

“What’s that saber technique called? Everlasting?”

The bartender asked.

“No—that saber technique is called ‘Butchering an Ox’,” Shen Ye said without looking back.

“Are you calling me an ox?”

The bartender sneered.

Shen Ye didn’t reply to him, but just walked out with his head down.

The bartender frowned and shouted:

“Get back here!”

“I’ve taken a move from you, now you must tell me what’s going on with the future!”

Shen Ye, however, did not respond.

He simply walked quickly out of the bar and quickly disappeared.

The bartender tried to cast a spell to catch him—

However, a chilling saber qi suddenly burst from his neck, directly piercing the skin and drawing a little blood.

So that’s how it is!

This is the Eternal Saber Technique, it can last indefinitely!

So the other party left after striking.

Because this move will continue eternally, until it is completely shattered by other forces!

A trace of coldness appeared at the corner of the bartender’s mouth.

—It’s still the same problem, the saber technique’s skill is strong, but its power is too weak.

“Four demons, return,”

The bartender shouted lowly.

The next instant.

The four monsters who had split up to pursue Shen Ye appeared together.

They looked at the bartender, and strange expressions appeared on their faces.

“He just went out, you chase him immediately—wait, what are those expressions? Why are you looking at me like that?”

The bartender asked.

The four monsters exchanged glances.

“Lord, has he reached U-rank?”

“Or is his saber technique truly astonishing?”

Two of the monsters asked in unison.

“How could he reach U-rank! Don’t dream, that’s not a realm a human can reach,” the bartender retorted.

“But you’re like this—it’s unimaginable that a human would do such a thing.”

One monster said, emboldened.

The bartender froze.

Me, like this?

What does that mean, what about me?

The bartender suddenly realized something, abruptly pulled his head up, ascended into the air, and looked back.

—He saw his headless body still standing behind the bar counter.

Just now.

His head had been cut off and placed on the counter.

But he didn’t know it!

“The skill of the saber… could it reach this level?”

The bartender muttered.

“Lord, let us heal you,” one monster said.

“Good, quick, move—”

The bartender’s voice suddenly stopped.

Under the gaze of the four monsters, fine lines appeared on the surface of the severed head.

The fine lines continuously deepened.

Blood oozed out.

But the bartender was completely oblivious.

He didn’t know he was dead, so he still wanted to say something more.