Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

——He retreated repeatedly, withdrawing hundreds of miles, before finally escaping the aftermath of the swordsmanship.

"What astonishing swordsmanship..."

"Who is it?"

"I have seen countless heroes from across the world, yet have never witnessed anyone wield such swordsmanship."

"Having seen it today, I can die without regret."

"But I do not know the name of this move."

Xu Xingke silently sighed, suddenly feeling moved, and drew a card.

The card was a battle record card from the Tower of Tarot.

He was right beside the battlefield, and one participating side was a member of the Tower of Tarot—

So the records this time should be quite detailed!

He looked down to see lines of prompts emerging on the card:

"The swordswoman of the Tower of Tarot, Xiao Mengyu, combined the strength of two, and used a sword array to wield swordsmanship:"

"Secret Sword, Shadow Painting."

"——Drawing shadows with the sword, its shadows numerous, the painting endless."

Xu Xingke watched intently for a while, then suddenly lit a cigarette, took a puff, and murmured:

"Such swordsmanship on our side..."

"We're incredibly fortunate."

"——She should be able to meet Shen Ye now."

...

On the other side.

Black Flame City.

Everyone was tensely and busily setting up the new altar.

No other way.

Most of the people in the city had died in battle.

The previous City Lord was also dead.

A portion of those able to flee had already left.

Those remaining were few and had to be fully mobilized.

Good Duck did not know yet that Xiao Mengyu was about to come see him.

It stood atop the head of the former City Lord's statue, shouting:

"Quick!"

"Faster!"

"——Only a suitable altar can offer a suitable sacrifice, and then gain the Destruction Tribulation's attention!"

This was true.

As the Original Spirit of Destruction, it naturally knew how to deal with the Will of Destruction.

Indeed.

If it were just about itself, it could directly contact the Will of Destruction now.

But for the sake of this city—

It had to welcome the descent of the Destruction Tribulation through a more solemn, proper ceremony.

Finally.

The altar was completed.

"Honored Primordial Spirit, our task is complete."

A professional said.

"Is that so?"

The Good Duck with white feathers flew up, landed before the altar, and inspected it carefully.

Relying on its innate sense of destruction, it quickly pointed out several structural errors.

The professionals were respectfully compliant, immediately correcting all the mistakes.

At last——

This time the altar for the descent was perfectly built!

Everyone present could feel a distinctly different power emanating from the altar.

"The power of destruction is almost overflowing from the altar—what a masterpiece."

"We've never built an altar of this level before!"

"Indeed, the Primordial Spirit truly is extraordinary!"

The crowd murmured among themselves.

The Good Duck flew up to the altar, cleared his throat, and began to speak:

"Alright, now I summon a true master for you—"

"He's wielding a great sword—"

"He's here!"

Bang!

The void shifted.

Youth Shen Ye made a brilliant debut.

"Hello everyone, I am Baxter, the legendary vampire."

"My height is a secret, I usually like to eat instant noodles and drink cola, and my favorite female star is—"

"Stop!" Good Duck shouted.

"What? This isn't a picnic site?" Shen Ye said in confusion.

"You fool, I brought you specifically to save the day—this city is about to be destroyed by the monsters of World D-0314."

"You must save this city!"

Good Duck shouted.

Shen Ye glanced at Duck King, then at the professionals below the altar, and sneered:

"Just these people? You want me to exert myself? For what?"

His attitude infuriated the professionals.

A professional jumped up, loudly: "Arrogant kid, who do you think you are—"

Clang!

Before the sentence was finished, the professional was struck by a blade flash, his entire armor shattered, and he was sent flying seven or eight meters.

The professional stood still, touched himself up and down.

Not injured!

The opponent's blade had shattered all his defenses, knocked him flying eight meters, yet left him unharmed.

What skill is this!

Upon closer reflection—

Did he draw his sword just now?

Didn't see it.

He had no memory of the opponent drawing their sword.

Didn't remember that event.

But he had indeed been knocked that far.

——No!

The professional looked down again.

His armor was intact, he was back standing where he had initially been.

"Just now—"

The professional instinctively asked his companion beside him.

The companion's face was filled with uncontrollable fear, speaking softly:

"I remember you being struck out, but you're still here, I don't know if it's my memory malfunctioning, or if you truly weren't struck."

"He was struck out," said another.

"No, look he's still here, at least I don't remember him being struck," interjected another.

Was he struck or not?

The opinions were varied, and debates erupted loudly.

But soon.

Everything fell silent again.

——Even whether struck or not, these people couldn't determine.

This person's sword techniques were simply terrifying!

"I've already held back, if you speak rudely again, I'll kill you all."

Shen Ye sneered.

Everyone fell silent.

No one dared respond.

Pei A'suo's voice sounded in Shen Ye's mind:

"Building the altar has taken too long."

"Stop playing with them, otherwise when monsters arrive, there'll be no time for defense."

"——The monsters are here specifically to kill you!"

Good Duck suddenly jumped up, loudly said:

"Everyone!"

"No need to say more, if you want to survive, gather all the city's resources to retain this great master."

"——Your chance to survive is only this once!"

"If you aren't willing to pay—"

"He could leave at any moment."