Myriad Realms Gatekeeper-Chapter 978 - 463: Break Off the Engagement!

Up ahead.

Countless white buildings stretched endlessly, shaping the scenery of the entire world.

The buildings were completely sealed.

There was no way to open them.

No one knew what was inside these buildings.

A man dressed in leather, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stood atop a white stele, gazing down into the abyss.

He quickly finished the cigarette, flicked the butt away, letting the tiny sparks of fire drift into the distance.

Snap.

The lighter clicked as he lit a second cigarette.

The man took a deep drag, squinting his eyes as he exhaled smoke rings with utmost ease.

"Stop smoking."

A voice rang out.

A woman landed nearby, a dozen swords of varying lengths hanging from her waist. Her arms crossed, her face full of discontent.

"Pausing mid-fight just to smoke—does this not count as slacking off? Is your addiction that bad?"

She spoke in an accusatory tone.

"Swordswoman, don’t blame me. I was pondering something important." The man replied.

"Oh? Then put out the cigarette." The Swordswoman sneered.

The cigarette crackled faintly, its glow brightening—it was clear he had taken another forceful drag.

"I was actually thinking... why did the White Night Spirit King appear once before and never show itself again afterward."

The mention of this indeed captured her attention.

"The White Night Demon Cage... truly lives up to its name. The deeper we go underground, the stronger the monsters become."

"But we’ve fought for so long, defeated countless monsters, and yet the White Night Spirit King still hasn’t appeared."

"This is just too bizarre."

The man nodded. "If it doesn’t show itself soon, we might end up completely conquering this place."

"Are you suggesting—it’s hiding somewhere, preparing to launch something big?" The Swordswoman asked.

"Other than that, I can’t think of another reason." The man replied.

"Should we keep pushing downward then?" The Swordswoman asked again.

"That’s exactly the question I’ve been debating." The man said.

"Have you made up your mind?" The Swordswoman pressed.

"If it really is lurking in the shadows, the casualties on our side could be severe, and it’ll be a direct showdown." The man replied.

The Swordswoman paused briefly, then smiled suddenly and said:

"You decide, Xu Xingke—dying in battle is a form of closure. I don’t mind."

Xu Xingke tilted his head, thought for a moment, extinguished his cigarette, and slowly said:

"Then let’s keep fighting. It’s bound to come to a head eventually."

"I just don’t believe we could make it through this world and it still wouldn’t show up."

"Unless—"

"It doesn’t care about this place at all."

...

Meanwhile.

On the Death Star.

Within a pavilion.

Shen Ye was studying a blade technique.

A weathered stele stood before him.

Quite fascinating—

This civilization seemed to enjoy inscribing essential knowledge onto steles.

It was said these steles had unique properties, allowing the engravings to endure for billions of years.

The stele in front of him was etched with a blade technique.

Although termed a "blade technique," it merely recorded knowledge of using blades.

—This was Shen Family’s ancestral knowledge on blade techniques.

Though Shen Ye had mastered countless blade techniques, even being capable of wielding the self-manifesting Dharma Aspect "Wujian Blade"—

Yet he was encountering the knowledge on this stele for the first time.

It was like a veteran gambler, devoted to the craft, suddenly discovering a new strategy that had eluded him.

Shen Ye absorbed this new blade knowledge voraciously and practiced accordingly.

Hours passed.

A line of faintly glowing text appeared:

"Your understanding of blade techniques has deepened."

"The power of your ’Wujian Blade’ has become stronger."

"Your resonance with the Night Rain Blade has risen by one tier."

Shen Ye felt a tinge of surprise.

—He hadn’t expected it to fill certain gaps in his understanding of blade techniques!

This civilization was truly remarkable.

If he could consume it...

"Ye’er!"

His mother Zhao Xiaochang’s voice rang out.

Shen Ye gathered his thoughts, smiled, and asked:

"Mom, what brings you here?"

Zhao Xiaochang waved urgently, "Come quickly, Xiao Mengyu has come looking for you."

"Her?" Shen Ye was momentarily stunned, then overjoyed.

"She remembers me?"

"Yes, after awakening her memories, her family is genuinely a top-tier aristocratic house. Perhaps she still has sentiments for you—your father is entertaining the guests, so hurry along."

"Alright!"

Shen Ye entered the living room, immediately spotting Xiao Mengyu.

The girl remained radiant and charming as ever. Upon seeing Shen Ye, she first exchanged a glance with him, nodded slightly, and lowered her gaze with a calm yet courteous demeanor.

—She didn’t resemble a swordsman at this moment; rather, she seemed more like an elegant noblewoman.

The hall was filled with people.

"Shen Ye, come here."

Father Shen called to him with a smile.

Shen Ye walked over and followed his father in greeting the circle of visitors.

This uncle from one family.

That elder from another.

And several distinguished and respected heads of aristocratic houses.

"What’s going on?"

Shen Ye asked discreetly through sound transmission.

"I’m not entirely sure. They suddenly arrived for a visit, and we couldn’t exactly turn them away." Father Shen replied.

Shen Shi’an escorted him around to meet everyone before returning to the center of the hall and greeting the middle-aged guest seated prominently.

"Come, meet Elder Luo here, and also Xiao Mengyu—her future prospects are limitless; make sure you get along well." Father Shen said.

"No need, the truth is I came for one thing." Xiao Mengyu said.

Everyone’s expressions shifted slightly.

Father Shen grew visibly tense.

—Finally, the real matter was about to be revealed!

"What is it?" Shen Ye asked.

Xiao Mengyu stood up, stepped in front of him, and spoke softly:

"Before my memories awakened, you proposed to me, and I agreed."

A wave of murmurs erupted around them.

Shen Ye was stunned.

Impossible.

How could something like that have happened?

He had absolutely no recollection of it.

Xiao Mengyu remained frosty-faced but secretly transmitted a message: "Play along with me."