Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

“I hope that one day you can firmly establish yourself on the Other Shore.”
“Brother.”
Good Duck looked at the big suitcase, then at the Double-winged Skeleton, and couldn’t help but say gratefully:
“Thank you, senior brother, I will definitely keep working hard.”
It didn’t say what it would work hard on.
— Perhaps striving to escape for its life, or perhaps working hard on its cultivation.
In any case—
It’s impossible to strive to climb the ladder to the Other Shore.
But this tone was enough to let the Double-winged Skeleton feel its sincerity.
The Double-winged Skeleton chuckled a few times and said:
“Very good, very good!”
“You alone have made those cowards dizzy—”
“I have high hopes for you!”
As soon as the words fell.
The Double-winged Skeleton suddenly scattered into ashes.
Good Duck suddenly opened its eyes.
It found its wings lying on the Light Ladder, as if it had been there for a while.
“What… just happened?”
Good Duck muttered.
“You fell asleep,” Charlotte replied.
“Asleep? How could it be—wait, did you see a Double-winged Skeleton?” Good Duck quickly asked.
“No, nothing at all,” Chaos Ship answered.
“…” Good Duck.
— The radical Saints can indeed mingle on the Other Shore with some skill.
There was nothing around at this moment.
In the void.
Only a single Light Ladder stretched upward.
— There was no second Light Ladder at all!
To continue climbing?
Good Duck focused and looked upward.
Suddenly.
Two lines of tiny glowing characters appeared:
“Your high-dimensional Holy Ladder has traversed dimensions.”
“Ahead, you are about to reach your chosen location.”
My chosen location—
It’s a safe haven to evade pursuit!
“The Saints’ capabilities are indeed impressive,” Good Duck said.
This compliment must be given.
Regardless.
Daring to explore the unknown, dying there without regret, and even leaving hope for the future—
They had considered the safety of future generations.
Deserves a thumbs up.
Good Duck continued climbing upward, and before long, it reached above the clouds.
Everything around was dim and gray.
There were low, eerie bungalows everywhere.
The streets were filthy and chaotic.
— Judging by the architectural style, it didn’t seem to belong to humans.
Where Good Duck stood, there was a neatly placed black leather large suitcase.
“Be careful, who knows what might be in this suitcase,” Uncle Qi reminded.
Good Duck smiled and stepped forward to open the suitcase.
Inside, everything was neatly arranged.
A crystal emitting a magnificent glow.
A book.
A letter.
And a small tube of blood emitting a dreamy radiance.
“Nightmare Crystal!”
Shen Ye and Charlotte exclaimed in unison.
A Nightmare Crystal, indeed?
Why would a Nightmare Crystal be here?
“Charlotte, the Nightmare World’s crystals—”
“I made them naturally, I was born knowing how to create them.”
“Do you recognize this crystal?” Good Duck asked again.
“No— it should be a different kind. It’s the first time I’ve seen such a crystal,” Charlotte said.
Both of them thought of one thing.
Good Duck hesitated: “If it’s not a Nightmare World crystal, perhaps this crystal…”
“Is from the Other Shore,” Charlotte replied.
The Other Shore!
For the Truth World had fallen from the Other Shore.
Charlotte and her kind were all from the Other Shore.
Since this crystal had nothing to do with Charlotte, it was very likely a treasure discovered by the radical Saints exploring the Other Shore!
Good Duck steadied itself, flapped its wings, and said:
“Let’s read the letter first.”
— The letter was placed on top.
Perhaps the letter contained information about the Nightmare Crystal.
Good Duck picked up the letter, preparing to rip it open.
“No need to tear me open.”
The envelope suddenly spoke.
“Why?” Good Duck asked.
The envelope said: “Tearing me open would only reveal a paid receipt for a private toilet inside; the actual intel will be narrated by me—”
“Your identity has been assigned to the Split Bee Clan.”
“In the Myriad Realms, this is a race that barely interacts with the outside world.”
“The tube of blood was created by three thousand Saints together, allowing you to transform into a Split Tiger Bee at any time.”
“That book is your family tree.”
“The Split Bee Clan once produced a conservative Saint who held a senior position in the Myriad Realms Survival Conference.”
“— If you can stay by that Saint, you’ll be not only safe but also get various intel promptly.”
“Get moving!”
“By the way.”
“That crystal is called the Chosen Crystal, and it’s key to concealing your identity.”
The envelope finished speaking in one breath.
Good Duck seemed puzzled—
Even with these items, how could it get to the Split Bee Clan’s world?
“This layer is the Happy Dream.”
The envelope said solemnly:
“The Split Bee Clan has two traits: they love to dream good dreams; they are vengeful—”
“You will soon find a Split Bee’s dream, allowing you to directly reach their world.”
“Rest assured.”
“Everything has been arranged.”
…
Myriad Realms Survival Conference.
Its Department of Daily Affairs was a building forged from Star Wind Stone.
This stone was renowned for its toughness in the Myriad Realms, being indestructible even to a King’s level powerhouse’s strike.
At present.
Floor three hundred fifty-seven of the building, the twelfth office on the left.
A middle-aged man was slumped in his office chair, staring at the family tree in his hand, finally revealing a hint of emotion in his lifeless eyes.
“It’s been so long since I’ve gone back… I didn’t expect she would have such a last wish.”
The middle-aged man murmured.
A slip of paper was clipped inside the family tree.
It had a line written in dexterous bee clan script:
“Jie, I entrust my descendants to you.”
The middle-aged man remained silent for a few moments, then lifted his head, looking at the nervous young Mother Bee.
She had the unique bee clan patterns, identical to that Saint of the past.
Unfortunately, she was a radical.