Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Shen Ye replied with a sullen "I know," and then he dropped the subject.

Completely, absolutely, they could not be beaten.

—These were just two giants guarding the palace gates; who knew what kind of monsters lay within the palace.

No, that's not right.

There must be some way... to fight them...

Like opening the Seal Gate.

But.

The monsters inside the Seal Gate were uncontrollable, and the gate could only be opened three times a day.

He had not yet recovered.

So it would have to wait until tomorrow to try.

"Yinchen."

"What is it, Brother Shen Ye?"

"You stay at home and rest well, I have something to attend to and need to step out for a while."

"Is it something important?"

"An issue with two good brothers I haven't seen in years, I need to go see them."

"Okay then, Brother Shen Ye, remember to come and find me anytime."

"I will."

Shen Ye left.

Song Yinchen escorted him to the door, watching as he soared into the sky and disappeared from view before she turned to walk back inside.

"Lock the door; apart from Shen Ye, do not let anyone disturb me."

She instructed.

"Yes!" the two maids answered in unison.

The door closed.

Even the candlelight was blown out.

The entire room plunged into utter darkness.

Song Yinchen made a gesture with her hand.

A ferocious insect corpse quietly emerged in midair.

—This was the body of a king species!

Initially, this corpse had fallen into her hands and had been kept until now, finally coming into use.

A resolute light flashed in Song Yinchen's eyes:

"Using your body, let's try to construct a Technique that can counteract that Dharma Aspect."

"Although it's hard... since Brother Shen Ye hasn't given up on this world—"

"Then I will give it a try!"

...

Nightmare World.

Eternal Night City.

Marquis Castle.

As soon as Shen Ye arrived, he saw Norton and Fei Lun watching TV.

"Are you healed?"

Shen Ye asked.

Neither answered.

"They are focused on the war situation, don't be offended," Yudelia said.

Shen Ye looked toward the TV.

—It wasn't actually a TV but rather a magical screen formed by a Technique.

He saw one line of new intelligence after another scrolling on it:

"The Human Race army has completed stationing at position seventy-five, the Mage Corps is beginning to construct the defense formation;"

"The Human Race cavalry troops are assembling on the plains for the fifth flanking maneuver, posing a threat to our army's flank;"

"The Soulless Legion is ready, ready to engage in battle at any moment!"

"The Necromancer Corps is ready!"

"..."

Shen Ye watched for a while, his mind racing with countless thoughts until a sudden inspiration struck.

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He held his breath, clung to the spark of inspiration, and began to flesh it out.

"Can we just let anyone enter the Immortal Country?"

He silently asked.

Two lines of faint luminescent text emerged:

"Firstly, I am now your Dharma Aspect."

"Secondly, you have the 'Encounter at the Jade Terrace Under the Moon Skill System', so whoever you want to let in, just grab them and throw them in."

Shen Ye said, "That's too informal; I still want them to go through a trial, right—"

"Can the conditions for the trial be modified?"

"...How do you want to change it?" The Dharma Aspect of the Immortal Country asked.

"Just tell me if it's changeable," Shen Ye said.

"It's changeable, but changing back and forth compromises the dignity of the Immortal Country," the Dharma Aspect of the Immortal Country stated.

"Let's focus on surviving first, then we'll talk about dignity."

After Shen Ye finished speaking, he stepped forward and patted Fei Lun, saying:

"Where's your mother?"

"In the royal palace, she's waiting for the war to start," Fei Lun said.

"Will it kick off today?" Shen Ye asked again.

"We are still in the preparation phase; it's expected to take another two or three days before actual combat begins," Fei Lun explained.

Shen Ye nodded.

There was still time.

That was good.

"Listen, Norton, Fei Lun, I have an idea," Shen Ye announced.

"What idea? Now isn't the time for trivial skirmishes to solve problems," Fei Lun said somewhat anxiously.

Norton, on the other hand, had confidence in him and spoke, "Peiqi, you just speak; if it's really effective, I'll cooperate fully."

"I need your full cooperation—this is a major matter, and if any of you slips up, you will definitely get your butts whipped by me, I promise," Shen Ye declared.

Getting our butts whipped?

He's going to whip our butts?

The Giant Skeleton and Norton exchanged a glance, both becoming serious.

Norton solemnly said, "Peiqi, you have no right—"

"I'm helping you reclaim your kingdom," Shen Ye interjected.

Norton was at a loss for words.

If it was for something as significant as reclaiming the kingdom, he really couldn't afford a mistake.

Otherwise, he wouldn't need to wait for Peiqi to whip him; he would be more than ready to kill himself.

Shen Ye looked at the Giant Skeleton again.

The Giant Skeleton spread his hands, signaling 'you speak, I'll follow'.

"Listen, you need to do this..."

Shen Ye began to explain his plan.

He talked incessantly, soon surprising Norton, making the Giant Skeleton's jaw drop, and finally even Yudelia covered her face with her hand.

Half a day later.

It was still Eternal Night City.

A werewolf shrouded in a cloak came to the Dark Night Ros Dance Troupe.

"I'm looking for the Chief Diva, Mr. Baxter,"

The werewolf said in a low voice.

The guard of the dance troupe was an ethereal Ghost, who expressed surprise: "The Chief Diva only returned today; you are very well informed."

"Is that so? Please, make way,"

The werewolf showed a badge.

It was the emblem of a great noble of Eternal Night City.

"Go ahead," the Ghost operated the doors of the dance troupe, "he is in the independent resting room at the end of the second-floor corridor."

"Alright, thank you." The werewolf, hiding his face beneath the hood, stepped through the doorway.

He quickly arrived at the door of the independent resting room at the end of the second-floor corridor of the opera house.

He paused for a moment.

Carefully, the werewolf took out a piece of paper, examined the information written on it intently, and after going over it three times, he put it away.

Knock, knock knock!

Knock, knock knock knock!

Only with this rhythmic knocking would the respected Mr. Baxter open the door!