Myriad Realms Gatekeeper-Chapter 984 - 465: Parasitic Empress!

White Night Demon Cage.

A forest made purely of white steles.

The campfire burned brightly.

The swordswoman was roasting meat.

Xu Xingke sat across from her, not smoking, resting his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

"Feeling uneasy?"

The swordswoman asked.

"We’ve fought until now, yet we haven’t encountered the will of this ultimate creation, nor have we seen the dreadful horrors it commands." Xu Xingke said.

"Indeed, the legendary White Night Demon Cage is said to possess countless methods and command a variety of gods and demons—I thought I might die here fighting." The swordswoman replied.

"But all we’ve faced are mediocre opponents, and not even the White Night Spirit King has made an appearance." Xu Xingke said regretfully.

Suddenly.

A streak of shadow descended from the sky.

It was a human-bodied, eagle-headed monster, urgently speaking:

"We’ve found the lair of the White Night Spirit King!"

Xu Xingke and the swordswoman rose simultaneously, asking in unison:"Where is it?"

"Follow me!"

"Wait—everyone, move out!"

Xu Xingke released dozens of cards, allowing them to transform into living beings, and together they soared into the sky.

The strong ones traveled thousands of miles and arrived before a grand white palace.

The palace.

Empty.

Utterly silent.

In the square before the palace lay a grave.

"Too quiet... but what’s with the grave?"

The swordswoman questioned.

"Could it be the White Night Spirit King’s morbid sense of humor, burying his enemies here to have them trampled by all?" the eagle-headed monster suggested.

Xu Xingke waved his hand:

"Search!"

The strong ones immediately divided into their respective combat groups, heading in different directions to explore the white palace.

Xu Xingke remained in the square, quietly waiting.

Half an hour later.

The people returned to the square.

"We’ve searched thoroughly. There’s not a single person inside the palace, nor any traces of techniques—it’s essentially a dead zone." the eagle-headed monster remarked.

Xu Xingke frowned deeply.

Something was off.

What’s going on, why isn’t the White Night Spirit King here?

His gaze shifted back to the grave.

"Swordswoman, cut open the grave."

"Alright."

The sword’s shadow roared like a savage wind, blowing away the ground to reveal the coffin beneath.

Xu Xingke leapt down and kicked open the coffin lid.

Inside the coffin lay a massive skeleton radiating pale light.

The skeleton’s physique was twisted, its limbs positioned as if struggling.

—It seemed to have died in extreme agony.

Atop its head, a faint glow gathered, forming a Crown of Light.

Gasps erupted from the crowd.

"Look, it’s the Crown of Light!"

The swordswoman exclaimed.

"I see it." Xu Xingke said gravely.

The Crown of Light—

According to legend, the master of the White Night Demon Cage, the White Night Spirit King, wore a crown formed of condensed radiance.

Could this skeleton be the White Night Spirit King?

"Grave Digger, examine it." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Xu Xingke instructed.

A gray-skinned, long-haired man jumped down and grabbed a bone, inspecting it closely.

"It’s been dead for a very, very long time—at least a billion years."

The Grave Digger stated.

A long and eerie silence followed.

The White Night Spirit King was dead.

—The master of this White Night Demon Cage had already been dead for billions of years.

Then.

Who was impersonating the White Night Spirit King?

Rumble—

The ground split open on both sides.

A long secret passage appeared behind the coffin.

It resembled a gaping, sinister mouth, eager to devour anyone daring to seek its secrets.

"Interesting... even the White Night Spirit King is dead..."

"Who could it be?"

Xu Xingke murmured, stepping toward the passage.

But he stopped just before entering.

A book materialized before him, opening automatically.

Xu Xingke hesitated momentarily and drew a card, placing it into the air.

"What are you doing?"

The swordswoman asked.

Xu Xingke replied: "This passage gives me an uneasy feeling... before entering, I’m sending back one card I no longer need."

"Hopefully things go smoothly on their side."

He gently tapped the card.

The card instantly vanished.

...

Death Planet.

Late night.

Shen Ye lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He couldn’t sleep.

Certainly, he had just arrived at this civilization and had much intelligence to explore.

Moreover, there were many things he didn’t understand at all.

All of which required time.

Once the three days of "static" ended, he’d be free to act.

Yet—

Something felt off.

Those people.

Why did they want to kill him?

If they believed that a Law Realm 15th Layer like him was easy to eliminate, why didn’t they send more powerful individuals after failing?

There had been three attempts, and none involved anyone at the Truth level.

But each time, they seemed utterly confident they could kill him.

—Wasn’t this overly self-assured?

Blind confidence.

Do assassins really get to fail three times in a row?

But he still couldn’t figure out what the issue was.

Tch.

This unsettling feeling left him entirely uneasy.

—He didn’t even dare to sleep.

In the darkness.

Shen Ye suddenly opened his eyes wide, then quickly relaxed.

A fly had somehow entered the room, buzzing noisily nearby.

Once again, he tried to determine what exactly felt wrong.

Could it possibly...

Be related to the three-day static period?

During these three days, leaving the house was strictly forbidden.

Perhaps these assassination attempts were pre-planned trials?

Logically speaking, there were numerous people who’d lost their memories and were required to remain static for three days upon receiving their identities.

If there were indeed some arrangement in place, it couldn’t be kept secret.

His father would have informed him in advance.

Yet his father seemed entirely unaware.

Shen Ye idly watched two flies buzzing around the room.

After a few moments.

The two insects became three.

Four.

Five.

Shen Ye’s physique moved with grace, adhering lightly to the ceiling as he peered outside.