Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

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Boom, boom, boom—

The earth continued to crumble, turning into dust and disappearing.

It lasted for dozens of breaths.

All the white light vanished.

In the depths of the earth, the body of a giant insect carcass had completely shattered; it has long been dead.

The light-formed giant standing in mid-air remained motionless, its gaze cold as it looked down upon the insect carcass, and spoke:

"It too had touched the threshold of the Eightfold Dharma Realm, beginning to attempt to control the powers of the world. Unfortunately, it provoked me, so there is only the path of death."

All the light dissipated.

The giant vanished.

Mo Ga Ru reappeared in front of Shen Ye.

Shen Ye's eyes widened as he looked at him and took a step back in awe, unable to help but ask:

"Sir, are you alright?"

"I'm fine—I seldom unseal my own strength, you needn't be afraid," Mo Ga Ru said with a smile.

A wave of fluctuation quietly emerged.

Teleportation began.

The two were instantly back in the corridor deep within the Great Tomb.

Mo Ga Ru scanned the surroundings, not sensing any new dangers; only then did he nod in satisfaction:

"Can you find your way back alone?"

"I can," Shen Ye said.

"That's right, if it were not for my disturbance, you would surely have been fine," Mo Ga Ru said with a self-mocking smile.

"Sir is overestimating me."

"Baxter, did the Nine Aspects give you the Catastrophe Source Liquid from Hell?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Forget it. Don't move from here, I'll come to find you in a while."

"...Yes."

Without further explanation, Mo Ga Ru drank the Catastrophe Source Liquid and vanished right before Shen Ye's eyes.

Shen Ye stood stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized—

The spatial confinement is gone!

But something's not right.

Three Disasters occur in three calamities, what about the third one?

The voice of the Female Art Spirit quietly sounded:

"The third disaster was that insect from the initial realm of the eightfold underground, but it was killed before it had a chance to emerge."

"So the Three Disasters have passed."

"You can keep that Blade Technique."

"Wait—All I did was acquire a Blade Technique, and I had to face an insect of the Eightfold Dharmakaya?" Shen Ye asked.

"Actually, the insect would have tested you—this was the third trial I specifically selected, because you possess the strength of the king species, so the insect wouldn't have posed much of a problem for you," the Female Art Spirit explained.

"So that's how it is...But why did Mo Ga Ru run off in such a hurry... and even involve the Nine Aspects?"

Shen Ye fell into deep thought.

...

Hell.

The Nine Aspects squatted on a mountain peak, holding a black apple and nibbling at it with relish.

At a certain moment.

He suddenly leaped up, pocketing the apple and looking up into the sky with a guarded expression.

The void slowly opened.

A figure descended and stood beside him.

Mo Ga Ru!

"How did you end up coming here?" Nine Aspects asked, somewhat surprised.

Mo Ga Ru opened his mouth to speak, but then realized something.

He crouched down and wrote with his finger:

"I remember you have a Technique that turns thoughts into letters."

"That little trinket? It's not very useful, just a way to display one's thoughts above one's head. Why would you think of that?" Nine Aspects asked curiously.

"I need it, give it to me," Mo Ga Ru demanded.

"Sure, it's quite simple—there's a blank Nightmare Crystal here, I'll give it to you directly."

Nine Aspects tossed over a Nightmare Crystal.

Mo Ga Ru caught it and immediately crushed it.

Whoosh!

A heavy fog wrapped around his body and quickly entered into him.

Now it was finally possible.

Mo Ga Ru breathed a sigh of relief as a line of glowing, colorful big characters appeared above his head:

"I've been afflicted by an extremely difficult curse in the Great Tomb. Whenever I open my mouth, I utter bad things, and currently I can't remove it, so I need your Technique."

"So it's like that. Looks like that place is really tricky," Nine Aspects nodded.

"How are things going in Hell?" Mo Ga Ru continued with glowing words above his head.

"The attack there was repelled by me; they didn't expect me to be so powerful," Nine Aspects said with a big smile.

"That's good. Also, I have something to ask you."

"What is it?"

"I've noticed that Tian Luo and the others have many subordinates, why do you only have one?" Mo Ga Ru asked.

He had paid attention and investigated, finding that Baxter had done quite a few things.

Eradicating Tian Luo's subordinates in Hell.

Killing Tai Yan and Tian Luo's people in the Great Tomb.

Amassing a huge fortune in Hell, all of which was handed over to Nine Aspects.

Robbing the wealth of subordinates under Tai Yan and Tian Luo, handing it all over to Nine Aspects.

And obtaining the rank of Official Tomb Soldier in the Great Tomb.

Such a useful subordinate—

Nine Aspects said with a big grin:

"I don't have the patience for directing subordinates, it's a waste of time."

"By the way, Mo Ga Ru, you aren't trying to find me a few subordinates, are you?"

"I can't be bothered with your affairs," the words appeared above Mo Ga Ru's head.

"Then why have you come to Hell?" Nine Aspects asked.

Mo Ga Ru simply pointed with his hand.

Instantly, three coffins appeared on the ground.

"These contain the bodies of professionals from the Ancient Times, from deep within the Great Tomb."

"I have examined them, and their professions are all 'Deep Sea' level, extremely rare."

"If you acquire them, your strength could increase by ten percent."

Mo Ga Ru introduced indifferently.

The lids of the three coffins slowly opened, revealing the corpses inside.

Nine Aspects' eyes lit up.

He stepped forward and took a close look at the three bodies, excitedly saying:

"That's right!"

"These are indeed extremely rare professionals; you can't possibly have come specifically to deliver them to me, can you?"

Words shone above Mo Ga Ru's head: "A trade."

"What do you want to get?" Nine Aspects asked.

"Your subordinate proved to be somewhat useful in the Great Tomb, and I happen to need a suitable subordinate—"

"Let's use your subordinate to trade for these three ancient corpses."

"How about that?"

Upon hearing this, Nine Aspects's brows immediately smoothed out.

He had thought Mo Ga Ru had come all the way here for something serious.

It turned out to be such a trivial matter.

Baxter was indeed not bad.

But after all, he was just a servant with low strength.

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