Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

The Spring Rain Blade was extremely delicate.

It looked like a willow caressed by the breeze, and like a flood dragon swimming through the green waves.

The blade was raised.

"I have a blade technique, I'd appreciate your guidance," Shen Ye said.

"Bring it on," the flame figure replied.

Shen Ye hesitated, "But I only have the strength of the Eightfold Dharma Realm—"

"Don't worry, I've also suppressed myself to the eightfold," the flame figure said impatiently.

"Then that's fine."

Before his words ended,

Shen Ye, holding the blade, took a step forward, and suddenly everything around became stagnant.

At the same time,

He disappeared from where he stood.

The flame figure had initially been somewhat indolent, but the instant Shen Ye vanished it suddenly shouted, "Blade of Time?"

In a flash,

The void presented four spinning flame shields, blocking in the four directions of the flame figure.

—However, the Spring Rain Blade was a dark gold-level treasure blade.

It didn't possess much might, except for one thing—

"Attacks made with this blade cannot be blocked."

Just this alone was better than countless mights!

The long blade suddenly pierced through the void, like a gentle warm breeze, lightly brushing past the flame shield.

Sword Technique: Dream Snatcher!

Beneath the cover of the large shield, the flame figure was originally forming a spell seal, preparing to unleash a new round of techniques.

But the large flame shield did not block the long blade as it had expected.

The blade—

Cut through the flame shield like piercing through a layer of paper, instantly turned into thirty-six blade shadows, slashing in all directions towards the flame figure.

"What—"

The flame figure withdrew the spell seal, hastily drew a pair of fist blades, spun its physique around, and drew beautiful white lines of sharpness in an attempt to block all blade shadows.

However,

It couldn't block them.

The pair of fist blades was shattered on the spot.

The thirty-six blade shadows slashed down directly.

The flame figure finally realized.

—This blade was unblockable!

Then, dodge.

Its physique twisted, instantly changing positions seventy-two times, dodging and weaving through the thirty-six blade shadows—

Shen Ye suddenly sang, "Oh, what a beautiful jasmine flower."

Diva Skill: Brilliant Opening!

The thirty-six blade shadows suddenly changed, turning into cold, bright, sharp petals, swaying endlessly in the wind, continuously chasing and slashing at the flame figure.

—With the Diva Skill added, it was even harder to discern the origins and fundamentals of the blade technique.

"Oh, jasmine flower, oh jasmine flower,"

Shen Ye sang another line.

In a flash,

The Spring Rain Blade approached the flame figure, while the thirty-six blade shadows surrounded the blade, blooming furiously.

The flame figure was completely sealed off, with nowhere to dodge, and was cut down by the blade.

—It wasn't over yet, Shen Ye's blade stabbed into its heart, passing through the constraints of time and space, arriving on the other side.

On the other side—

In the central hall.

The Sect Leader and a group of elders were seated on the high platform.

The void flickered.

Suddenly a blade resembling a fine willow appeared out of nowhere, aiming for the chest of the Sect Master Saint.

Before everyone could react, the Sect Master Saint had already raised a hand and flicked lightly on the blade with a finger.

Clang!

A sound of metal striking stone rang throughout the hall.

The blade paused, retreated into the void, and disappeared without a trace.

Like a startled swan, it left no sign of its passage.

Everyone was shocked to their core.

—Someone dared to make an attempt on the life of the Saint!

Who could it be?

Several elders were about to rise, but the Holy Honored Sect Leader smiled and said,

"Don't worry, it was just a sparring session with someone."

"Space Sword Technique?" one elder asked.

"And it had a hint of the Power of Time," another elder added.

"No ordinary human could think of such a move, and I haven't seen it before—must be a self-created technique, not bad," the Saint remarked calmly.

He glanced into the void, his expression obscure and difficult to interpret.

At the same moment.

In the Pill Room.

The flame figure that had already turned to ashes reappeared, gently landing opposite Shen Ye.

"Again?"

Shen Ye assumed a defensive posture.

"We are short on time, let's end it here for today," the flame figure said.

"The Pill Furnace?" Shen Ye asked.

"Take it and use it," the flame figure said.

Shen Ye immediately sheathed his blade and hurriedly said, "Then I am off, we are about to gather for a mission."

"Ease up,"

The flame figure queried unhurriedly, "I see Dao Zhengyi is trying to help you gather points, what are you planning to do with them?"

"Visit the Scripture Pavilion, look for some powerful Cultivation Techniques," Shen Ye replied.

The flame figure raised a hand.

A drop of blood emitting waves of crimson light quietly appeared, floating above its hand.

"The True Blood of a king species."

"This is an extremely hard-to-find treasure; if you acquire it, you would undoubtedly gain a great advantage," the flame figure stated.

"Darn it, how did you know I needed that? Who exactly are you?" Shen Ye exclaimed angrily.

His identity exposed, he grew somewhat embarrassed and angry, his entire body erupted with astonishing killing intent, as if he might attack at any moment.

The blade was raised again.

But the flame figure seemed unconcerned, speaking of another matter,

"Having this blade technique proves you also wish to become stronger and are not completely useless."

"If you are going to the Indefinite Layer for your mission, it's hard to know when you will return. Here's what we'll do, I will allow you to shuttle to and fro, ensuring your cultivation and mission progress unimpeded."

"If you perform excellently in the mission and also make some achievements in your cultivation—"

"I will award you with this drop of blood."

Before the sound of its voice faded,

Both it and the drop of blood suddenly vanished.

Leaving Shen Ye standing alone.

He frowned briefly, then swiftly smoothed his brow and slapped the pill furnace.

The pill furnace was instantly collected.

He had succeeded!

Shen Ye was about to leave the Pill Room when a streak of firelight swept toward him.

The voice of the Sect Master Saint came from the fire talisman,

"Nangong Wantu, the True Disciple of the Mysterious Gate responsible for the logistics of this mission, is specially granted the Heaven and Earth Pass Token!"

A streak of golden light flew towards him, manifesting into a token before Shen Ye's eyes.