Myriad Realms Gatekeeper-Chapter 994 - 468: Inauguration!

Fire.

The Judicial Court’s prison ignited in blazing flames.

But the firelight flickered only for an instant.

Many people merely had a few strands of hair singed before the flames extinguished.

Shen Ye snapped his fingers:

"That’s enough."

Humans.

Must not be killed.

Not even one.

As long as the entries are devoured, it will suffice.

With Shen Ye’s thought, the crowd reappeared on the street, frozen in their previous postures.

After a moment longer.

"Blood"-type entries were completely consumed, and they would slowly regain consciousness.

But this was, admittedly, a troublesome matter.

-- Falling asleep, only to awaken and find themselves suddenly standing in the street.

Collective sleepwalking?

That wouldn’t sound plausible.

Shen Ye sighed, clasping his hands together to form a Spell Seal.

-- Heavenly Technique!

The Heavenly Technique could transform dreams into reality and reality into dreams.

However, this time, there was no need for such thoroughness.

A faint light appeared, forming tiny words:

"You have activated a portion of the Heavenly Technique’s power."

"Everything that has occurred in this entire city has been turned into a dream and vanished, but the titles stripped away from all beings remain stripped."

In an instant.

Everyone vanished from their spots.

Everything that had just transpired faded like a dream, disappearing without a trace, and people returned to their homes, continuing their sleep in bed.

"Heavenly Technique..."

Shen Ye murmured softly.

Indeed.

Truth-level power suppresses all.

But even Truth-level techniques, Shen Ye had encountered his fair share of them.

Few techniques could rival the Three Techniques in profundity!

Could the Three Techniques really only be the Ultimate Power of the earliest epochs of the multiverse?

Shen Ye hesitated, saying:

"Su Rong, the Heavenly Technique—"

"Not the time yet," Su Rong interrupted: "If I tell you now, major issues will arise. Just wait a while longer."

Shen Ye had one good trait, and that was being open to advice.

Since she said so, he truly did not press further.

-- After all, up until this moment, the multilayered universe of the Sixth Epoch had yet to launch any counteroffensive against the Parasitic Empress.

This was the multiverse that had just merged with Su Rong, completing its evolution.

During the Fourth Epoch, upon sensing the peril of destruction, it had overdrawn its energy to prematurely develop the gate power of the Sixth Epoch.

-- Could such an existence possibly surrender without a fight?

Shen Ye found it hard to believe.

His gaze shifted, landing on faint words of light appearing in the void:

"You have defeated a large number of Professionals."

"Pupil Technique·Truth Disorder activated successfully; countless ’Blood’-type entries have been devoured by you!"

"Congratulations."

"Your entry ’Hottest Idol’ has advanced to ’Hottest Idol max.’

"Occult-category entry, no level, passively effective."

"Description: While it provides no combat assistance, you can easily become extraordinarily famous."

"-- Affinity MAX, with a touch of insanity."

"-- You need to uncover this entry’s power."

"This devouring and modification will go unnoticed."

Shen Ye yawned.

This type of entry was somewhat similar to the Divas.

Nothing worth paying too much attention to.

By comparison, what concerned him more was—

He hadn’t gotten proper sleep in the middle of the night, fought for so long, and hadn’t even eaten enough dinner.

It was truly frustrating.

Glancing around the neighborhood.

Everyone was already asleep.

What could he do at this point?

His stand-in was cultivating, the robot was mining, and artillery shells were being forged one by one.

The Judicial Court was under renovation—

Earlier it had been hurriedly used once in an emergency, yet even the flooring hadn’t been laid, nor had any wiring been done for lighting or heating.

Now, with resources continually being poured in, the Judicial Court was starting to take proper shape.

Its functionality was also improving.

So—

Nothing to do with me!

Time for sleep!

Shen Ye leaped back over the wall, tiptoeing into his room, undressing, then sliding under the covers.

Sleep?

"Catdog."

With his soft call, a creature resembling both cat and dog leapt out, hopping onto the windowsill to serve as a sentinel.

Only then did Shen Ye close his eyes, drifting into slumber.

The night passed without event.

Dawn came.

Shen Ye opened his eyes.

In the air before him, faint luminous words appeared:

"It is dawn."

Shen Ye seemed puzzled.

-- Did that really require a reminder?

After all, dawn had arrived every day before this without any notification, so why was today an exception?

"It is dawn," Su Rong said.

"So what? Why mention it?" Shen Ye asked.

"At night, people are resting, so the Empress’s surveillance techniques operate on low energy."

"But now that it is dawn, the Empress’s Envoys will emerge to watch over the world."

"Since you have such outstanding potential, the Envoys are certain to notice you," Su Rong explained.

"They’ll kill me?" Shen Ye spread his hands.

"No, to them, this entire world is just a farm, and you can assist them in controlling humanity—they will exploit you."

"-- A formidable and unmatched presence has already arrived. Be extremely cautious!"

Before Su Rong had even finished speaking, Shen Ye had already withdrawn the Catdog and promptly glanced out the window.

On the courtyard wall.

A figure had appeared.

But this time, it was not someone in black robes.

It was a mature, stunningly beautiful woman clad in an ornate gown.

Across the garden, her gaze locked onto Shen Ye.

In an instant.

She materialized in Shen Ye’s room, collapsing the parasol in her hand as her eyes remained fixed on him.

Shen Ye had a sudden sensation and noticed the entry above his head beginning to change.

Behind "Hottest Idol max," new words were appearing.

The words shifted, at one moment forming "Nonexistent," the next transforming into "Enemy of," then again into "Number One"—

This was a suffix.

The suffix flickered ceaselessly, never pausing for even a moment.

"A child from the Shen Family with such talent?" The woman smiled, extending her slender, fair hand, pressing the air in Shen Ye’s direction.

A line of dim light-text silently emerged: