Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

“When you hold that letter, speak its contents aloud, and even call out its name — yet you still live, it means ‘there are living people who know’ its plan.”
“It has no choice but to abandon its original plan.”
“I can’t understand… Is it just because it’s been discovered that it can’t be done anymore?” Shen Ye found it unbelievable.
“Yes.”
“How can one attain the power level of an ‘All-Powerful’?”
“Only it knows.”
“Understood.”
Shen Ye wanted to know more, but vaguely, he felt he shouldn’t ask further.
There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world!
Countless people come to the “God Ghost Society” to hunt and seek treasure.
But without the permission of the Sequence, nothing from this Historical Fragment can be taken away!
For this reason alone, I shouldn’t ask too much!
“Thank you for your generosity, I am very grateful.”
Shen Ye said.
“You’re welcome. If you’re willing to serve me again in the future, feel free to contact me anytime.”
“I wish you good luck in the ‘God Ghost Society’.
With those words,
the overwhelming Sequence Power gradually dissipated, leaving from Shen Ye.
Only Shen Ye remained standing there.
An All-Powerful being.
With no need to fight, just saying the words in its possession would cause one to die.
And this Historical Fragment.
To take anything away, it requires the Sequence to act personally and issue a specific contract.
The Other Shore is terrifying.
——It’s unimaginably terrifying!
Shen Ye shook his head and glanced at the Void.
The “Exiled Emperor” offered no hints nor any movement.
It seems it truly went into slumber.
So then.
What should I do now?
As Shen Ye pondered, he suddenly felt the gravestone before him shift slightly.
Immediately after,
a man in military attire crawled out from the ground.
He sported a moderately long beard, his hair neatly combed, and his eyes were extremely spirited, as if they emitted a faint light.
“Hello, Messenger of the Church.”
He greeted Shen Ye with a smile, clean and tidy, with his uniform immaculate, without the slightest trace of soil.
Shen Ye was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed:
“Hello, Colonel Valhado.”
The All-Powerful.
The Doomsday Demon King, the Sorrowed Singer of Souls, the fallen Divinity Spirit of the Lord, the mutated apocalypse that enslaves all wailing souls—
Valhado.
It resurrected right in front of him.
Tsk.
I should have anticipated this earlier.
Its plan was thwarted, naturally, it can’t continue hiding its identity in Hell to do what it originally intended.
It’s all because of me.
And that Sequence gave no warning whatsoever.
How should I put it?
Surviving in such a world is truly relying on oneself.
Shen Ye felt a bit of emotion.
This sentiment dissipated completely in a fraction of a second.
What needs to be done must continue.
I must treat it as an All-Powerful being, and the only chance of survival lies in—
It calls me a Messenger.
“I have delivered my message, do you wish to write a reply?”
Shen Ye asked.
“Very well, please wait a moment, I’ll write it now,” Valhado said.
He took out some paper from his pocket, pulled out a quill, lowered his head, and began writing rapidly, all the while chatting casually:
“Mr. Messenger, what is your name?”
“Baxter — Peggy Baxter,” Shen Ye replied.
“Mr. Baxter, your Whispers of the Dark level is too low. After sensing this technique, it took many techniques for me to communicate with you,” Valhado said.
His handwriting was beautiful and neat, quickly filling two lines.
“Sorry, I’m just a messenger, and that’s all the ability I have,” Shen Ye sighed.
“Coming all the way to such a remote place, it must be tough. Is your salary enough for living expenses?” Valhado asked.
“Just barely, but if I had a girlfriend, it would probably not be enough,” Shen Ye replied.
“Survival is indeed a difficult endeavor, and propagating descendants requires even harsher competition. You are honest, Baxter,” Valhado said.
The letter was finished.
In that instant,
a thought suddenly flashed through Shen Ye’s mind.
“You are a powerful soldier,” Shen Ye phrased it, “could you instruct me on the technique of Whispers of the Dark?”
“I know there’s no such thing as a free lunch, but I can deliver this letter to the Church a bit faster — apart from that, I have nothing else to offer you.”
A request for guidance.
Offering what he can afford to.
Meanwhile, declaring himself merely as a messenger.
Once again asserting his insignificance and lack of worth.
There wasn’t anything more he could do.
After all, just now he had moved his thoughts.
Tiny glowing words flickered almost instantly:
“Your reputation cannot be elevated through the other party, because the Dharma Realm cannot borrow any attention from this party.”
“You attempted to use the Emergence Level Blade Technique ‘Three Springs Radiance’.”
“Caution!”
“Your ‘Picking Spring Breeze’ cannot find the opponent’s weakest moment in life.”
“The opponent has never been weak.”
“The opponent has never been defeated.”
“The opponent is the master of everything.”
“Blade Technique is ineffective!”
All the small words flashed once, then quickly disappeared.
Something within Shen Ye began to collapse.
This slash.
Even the Eight-legged Life-devouring Demon Spirit would dodge upon seeing it.
But in front of this existence, he couldn’t even draw the blade.
Shen Ye’s gaze suddenly focused.
He inhaled quickly, gathered his remaining rationality, and constructed a basic rhetoric strategy.
——Will this work?
He waited a heartbeat.
Valhado’s expression remained calm and indifferent, his cold and aloof eyes resting on Shen Ye.
“Baxter, let me ask you a question.”