Myriad Realms Gatekeeper-Chapter 823 - 415: Truth and the 21 Ultimate Creations_3
Chapter 823: Chapter 415: Truth and the 21 Ultimate Creations_3
Because you previously fought battles with other creations, even your “nation” was willing to help resurrect your followers!
As for other “nations”——
You neither begged them for anything nor needed anything from them, they had nothing to do with you.
It’s that simple.
The five of them quickly came to understand the whole matter.
The Titan Giant was the first to turn around and charge at the white-haired old man next to him.
Intense grey-white flows of air transformed into multiple illusions, gathering into his fists.
“You old geezer have lived long enough, give your qualification to me!”
The Giant roared.
The white-haired old man pulled out a large shield to block in front of him, his eyes emitting a strange light.
He activated his Pupil Skill!
The others struck out one after another, attacking either the Titan or the white-haired old man.
A life-and-death battle suddenly erupted.
Shen Ye continued without looking back.
He even walked to the edge of the plaza, squatting there, gazing into the endless darkness.
Techniques thundered.
Weapons clashed.
Blood mist exploded and limbs severed.
Roars, screams.
All sounds gradually faded to nothing.
Only the white-haired old man remained alive.
He was covered in ghastly wounds, blood pouring over him, one hand severed, kneeling on the ground gasping for breath.
Despite being at the end of his strength, he had won after all.
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“It’s me!”
The white-haired old man cried out ecstatically, raving madly:
“I won!”
The plain white paper gently floated up, unfolded in front of him, new small characters emerging:
“Only one person may complete the transformation, leaving the ‘multiverse’, to be accepted by other Ultimates.”
“The second price that person must pay is:”
“Devour one of your own kind with the same wish.”
“Time limit: half an hour.”
“Begin!”
Devour?
The white-haired old man shivered all over, looking incredulously around him.
Those four were already dead in battle.
Their corpses lay on the ground.
He must——
Devour them?
The white-haired old man’s eyes turned blood red, his throat bobbing, his face gradually becoming ferocious.
“Such a simple task, you think to obst——”
Pfft.
A muffled sound.
The white-haired old man convulsed uncontrollably, gritting his teeth, straining to look back.
Behind him, there was only a blade.
No one.
Yet, the strength on the blade kept increasing.
Damn it.
Hundreds of meters away.
On the other side of the plaza.
Shen Ye sat on the edge of the stone steps, still gazing into the endless dark void.
He hadn’t made a move.
The white-haired old man gasped, staring fixedly at Shen Ye.
Wasn’t he unrelated to this round of selection?
“You… why…”
The white-haired old man spoke unwillingly.
Shen Ye casually lifted his white paper.
On the white paper.
The last line still read “After the first round of selection is completed, you may return.”
“Indeed, after the first round of selection ends, I can indeed go back.”
Shen Ye continued:
“But I don’t have to go back immediately.”
Whoosh——
The Formless Heavenly Demon Saint King gripped the Spring Rain Blade, slashing with all his might.
The old man’s body was immediately cleaved in two.
Blood jetted skyward.
All those who sought to pledge themselves to other Ultimate Creations, perished here!
Shen Ye stood up, stretching his limbs, and took another look at the white paper.
The small characters on the white paper began to change again:
“Traitors exterminated.”
“Sign your name to confirm the conclusion of the events herein.”
A pen appeared out of nowhere.
Shen Ye thought for a moment, took up the pen, and signed a line:
“Baxter.”
In an instant.
Lines of faintly glowing small characters quietly emerged:
“Baxter’s name has been recorded!”
“Just this alone is enough to make your fame last forever.”
“Please note.”
“Your mythological entry ‘Vampire Kiddo’ is about to ascend!”
All the small characters flashed away.
The next instant.
Darkness, the void, the plaza, and those corpses all vanished.
Shen Ye found himself back in the era of the Immortal Country.
He sat in a large, lush tree, enjoying the gentle breeze that came his way.
“Welcome back alive—how did you do it?”
The voice of the Fourth Epoch Creator Charlocturic was filled with gratification.
“Aim for a smaller target, and also thank you for your advice.”
Shen Ye said with a smile.
“The will of the Ultimate Creation consented for your return, proof that you have done something it acknowledges.”
“Is that so?”
“Absolutely, touching the barrier is no small matter, yet I sense the aftermath of ‘protection’ on you.”
Charlocturic’s tone shifted quickly as he said:
“With that being the case, telling you some secrets won’t put you in too much danger.”
“Listen well to what I’m about to say.”
“For the ‘multiverse’ to ascend, it’s extremely difficult.”
“In the Supreme Immortal Country born in the Fourth Epoch, civilization was pushed to an extremely high degree, producing the Three Techniques.”
“But the Curse of Human Nature caused the human powerhouses to distrust each other, and thus the Three Techniques have never been integrated.”
“You need to quickly improve your strength to accomplish this.”
“Why? Is there urgent timing?” Shen Ye asked.
“The ‘End Master of All Epochs’ comes from another Ultimate Creation, and it’s here to destroy the ‘multiverse’.”
“It must have sensed the recent fluctuations that transcended the barrier.”
“—It will certainly find a way to find you, to kill you!”
“But it’s sealed.” Shen Ye said.
“Don’t forget, although it’s trapped by the Epoch Seal, it can still use one-thousandth of its strength—and no one can stand against that thousandth of its strength.” Charlocturic said.
“This really is strange,” Shen Ye said, somewhat puzzled, “If it’s unbeatable, why doesn’t it just destroy the entire multiverse?”
“Because it’s sealed!” Charlocturic emphasized.
