Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Chapter 1421: Chapter 604: His Blade, Her Sword (Part 2)

"——So, don’t deny me."

The Time Saint fell into silence.

The circular blade also hovered motionless in the air.

If there’s anything more important than the saints’ prestige.

It must be the life of the saints.

Shen Ye’s logic was grounded in the idea of "saving the saints."

He had just managed to do it once.

He said he could do it again.

This made the saints hesitate.

Everyone needed to have a quick discussion.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

"There is a question—why is the survival of the Dream World so closely linked to the fate of the saints?"

The Time Saint finally spoke up.

"That’s very simple." Shen Ye smiled.

"Simple?" The Time Saint asked.

"Yes."

Shen Ye continued in a declarative tone:

"’The King’ has been eliminating threats for you all for centuries."

"It has long grown tired of this task."

"Brat, what does this have to do with the saints’ survival." The Time Saint’s tone carried an evident trace of ferocity.

Shen Ye seemed oblivious, smiling as he said:

"You should have seen, ’The King,’ in gratitude, gave me a Saint-making Technique."

"It wants me to become a saint."

"So if I can’t become a saint, ’The King’ will definitely think of you, it will consider you to have obstructed my path, which means defying its will—it would go directly and kill you."

"Even so, what does this have to do with the Dream World?" The Time Saint’s tone returned to normal.

Shen Ye sighed and said:

"I want to become a saint, but who would give up a position for me?"

The Time Saint remained silent.

"Right, no one would give up their place."

Shen Ye continued:

"It willingly gave me the Saint-making Technique, but I can’t become a saint. Would it be happy? Please answer me."

The Time Saint had no words.

"If it’s angry, you die."

"——Such a simple logic."

The words were said.

The logic seemed reasonable, but it wasn’t necessarily completely right.

The key is——

Would the saints dare to gamble?

Gamble their lives that this "King" would not focus on this matter again?

What if?

Could the saints afford to gamble their lives like this?

As long as you place a bet, there’s a chance of losing.

Shen Ye completely believed that the saints understood this extremely simple and straightforward logic.

So he finally said:

"Stop causing trouble and leave the Dream World to me."

"I will become a saint here."

A long silence.

The clock on the wall remained still.

The saints.

Seemed to be discussing the current situation.

Shen Ye also knew this, he was in no rush, taking out a piece of chocolate and chewing it in big bites.

Just eating like this wouldn’t be satisfying.

He poured boiling water, steeped a bowl of instant noodles, and chilled a cola with cold air.

Everything was ready!

Truly.

Everything else was taken care of.

Only the saints were holding the decision.

Let’s wait patiently.

Why not eat when you’re so tired, cold, and hungry?

Shen Ye began to eat the noodles.

Once he was full and after stretching a bit, just as he started to become a little impatient——

The decision of the saints finally came.

"It’s decided."

From the clock, the voice of the saint rang out again:

"The Dream World will eventually be destroyed."

"This is an absolute and unavoidable matter."

"As for you——"

"We have additional laws, which can make you a new saint."

"Oh?" Shen Ye asked with interest, "What kind of laws?"

"It’s this."

The void opened.

A filthy mass, pulsating, landed in front of Shen Ye.

"What is this?" he asked.

"The Fallen Law—although it has no offensive power, it is a prerequisite for many rituals, almost all living sacrifices must awaken this law first." The Time Saint said.

"And then?" Shen Ye asked further.

"You are the Master of Law, you can appear first in the ritual and devour the newly fallen souls—take the first bite."

Shen Ye pondered, whispering:

"Offering at thy mouth first... why does this feel so familiar..."

"Say no more, begin, this is your only chance to become a saint—with your strength, this would have been ten thousand years too early." The Time Saint remarked.

"Am I that weak?" Shen Ye asked.

"What do you think? Perhaps you think you can take me on?" The Time Saint asked.

The circular Divine Weapon dropped and circled around in front of Shen Ye.

Its aura was stronger than any weapon Shen Ye had ever seen!

"Certainly can’t win."

Shen Ye sighed, pulling out a long knife, and wiped it with his sleeve.

The Law Blade gifted by "The King."

This blade possessed thirty-six types of Ancient Laws and had thin threads of connection with "The King."

Fight?

Fight indeed.

The long knife rose.

The circular Divine Weapon recoiled a few meters as if electrocuted.

The Time Saint snorted.

What a brazen kid.

Simply relying on that monster’s knife to act so arrogantly!

"Now first inherit the Fallen Law—besides, why are you immune to the devouring of various laws, when you are transported here, you must explain properly." The saint said lightly, hiding their emotions.

"Alright." Shen Ye replied with a smile.

He slashed the long blade into the void.

In an instant.

The entire Dream World seemed to resonate, pulling him, and he disappeared in an instant.

He vanished!

Yet the mass of filthy law still floated in mid-air.

In the room.

Silence for a breath.

Suddenly.

The entire space began to shake violently.

This shaking came from the deepest part of the world——

One could even say, it originated from the fundamental laws of the Dream World!

The Time Saint’s furious voice suddenly erupted:

"Stop him!"

"Begin the destruction of this world—strike with all your might!"

The circular blade hovering in the air began to spin, releasing fierce beams of light, ready to slice the entire castle into dust.