Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

A voice suddenly sounded:

"Welcome, new member of the Tower of Tarot."

Shen Ye turned his head to look.

He saw a short-haired beauty standing in midair, holding a black book in her hand.

"Who are you?" Shen Ye asked.

"I am Hui, on duty today—I am a member of the Tower of Tarot, and I'm acquainted with your mentor," the short-haired beauty said.

She descended and stood in front of Shen Ye, a smile on her lips:

"You fought a battle with a servant of the Evil God and emerged victorious."

"Prior to this, you assisted the Swordswoman in uncovering the true identity and purpose of the Master of the Weeping Demon Prison."

"You also personally slew the container of the Evil God: Song Qingyun."

"In light of these three achievements, your recommender, Xu Xingke, has submitted an application, suggesting that you be absorbed as a Probationary Member."

"Passed unanimously."

"So now it's your moment."

Shen Ye slowly processed everything the other party had said.

Swordswoman?

Tsk.

Seems nicer to hear than my Divas.

It must be that woman with the Flying Sword; she told me to stay put for a while before going to check on the Master of the Weeping Demon Prison.

So that matter counts as my participation?

This woman spoke of rather secretive matters.

My mentor must be nearby.

I shouldn't be getting fooled.

"May I ask—what exactly does 'my moment' entail?" Shen Ye asked.

The woman named Hui said:

"The Tower of Tarot is a tower of unknown origin. Become its member, and it will guide you once."

"For others, this is a rare opportunity; for you, it is a chance in a millennium—"

"Because the Chaotic Heaven Gate has been completely erased from history."

"The Tower of Tarot can fully penetrate the lineage of the Chaotic Heaven Gate, find the appropriate time and space, and allow you to appear in the right place to receive the appropriate guidance."

"—There will be no errors whatsoever, and you will definitely gain from it, avoiding any misguided paths."

"This is the grandeur of the Tower of Tarot!"

Shen Ye's heart skipped a beat at these words.

This is great!

In order to find an item from my sect's lineage, I have to delve deep into the Great Tomb.

Human understanding of the Great Tomb is merely superficial.

Despite humans building Xi Rang and the World Museum over the Great Tomb over countless years, what lies deep within the tomb remains unknown.

One might only get the relics of the sect after entering the treacherous Great Tomb at the risk of their life.

But now—

The Tower of Tarot can offer me hands-on guidance!

"May I ask what should I do? I really would like to receive some guidance on sect skills," Shen Ye quickly asked.

Hui held up the black book and smiled, "Place your Card on this book."

"OK."

Shen Ye took out his Card, and he saw a line of text already emerging:

"You have met a formal member of the Tower of Tarot!"

"Activating the power of the Tower of Tarot."

"Please place the Card."

Sure enough, let's try it then!

Shen Ye placed the Card on the black book.

In a flash.

Everything around him completely vanished.

He was now within a brilliantly lit Daoist temple.

An elder in a Daoist robe was preaching, with countless cultivators listening devoutly, palms pressed together in silence.

The elder suddenly said:

"We have a visitor, bring him in."

Two Taoist boys immediately stood up, passed through the main hall, and pushed open the gate.

Shen Ye, as though in a dream, was welcomed in and stood at the center of the main hall.

"So it is my sect's disciple. What matter brings you from the endless future to this place?" asked the elder with white hair.

Shen Ye didn't know where to start, yet felt his chest was full of words to say.

He took a deep breath, bowed respectfully, and then said:

"…In my time, I am the last disciple of the Huntian Sect. I have received the transmission but have never met any fellow disciples or exchanged skills; I'm unsure where this path I'm on leads."

As he spoke, all the people in the hall fell into a daze, becoming dopey as if they were no longer aware of anything around them.

Only the white-haired elder listened attentively.

"What a pity, what a shame,"

The white-haired elder sighed deeply:

"So the Huntian Sect, too, has a day of decline. This is the natural rise and fall of all things, and one must not take it lightly."

"Child, come closer, let me have a look at you."

"Yes," Shen Ye stepped forward.

Suddenly.

A Jade Token flew out from the Ring, landing in the hands of the white-haired elder.

The front of the Jade Token was carved with a grand gate, beyond which were stars and the moon; the back was engraved with the words "Chaotic Heaven, Shen Ye."

This was the Chaotic Heaven Gate token that Shen Ye had acquired during the exam by defeating the Human Figure.

The white-haired elder fondly stroked the Jade Token, saying contentedly:

"This Jade Token is real."

"Your soul is unique, and your Strength is the rare World Link Type; most importantly, you have obtained the identity of a True Disciple of my Huntian Sect."

"Eating a tyrant's meal, albeit a minor issue, suggests that one should be more open-handed in the future."

"Hmm... Surviving a great disaster, yet still selling matches, it seems you have suffered, and your fate is not yet sealed."

"Wait, you also sing?"

"Like to seek out amusement... This could tarnish your image."

"However—"

"Becoming a True Disciple in your mere teens and cultivating Frosty Moon Shocking Sky to the First Layer of the Law Domain—"

There was a newfound vitality in the elder's words as he spoke firmly and resonantly:

"If you had an authentic transmission in hand, would my Chaotic Heaven Gate still face extinction in this world?"

Now it was Shen Ye's turn to be astonished.

"Authentic transmission? Do you mean what I have obtained is not the authentic transmission?"

He asked urgently.

"How did you obtain the Sect's Skills?" the white-haired Taoist asked.

"Through trials, followed by a memory brought by the Sect's token," Shen Ye spread his hands as he spoke.

The white-haired elder spoke with gravity:

"What you have is the status of a Night School Correspondence Student, an Outer Sect Handyman."

Shen Ye: "..."

If you say Outer Sect, I can understand.

If you speak of being a Handyman, I get it too.

—But adding Night School Correspondence goes too far!

"But I've obtained the status of a True Disciple... Surely there must be a way to receive a higher level of inheritance?" Shen Ye inquired.

With a long sigh, the white-haired Taoist rose from his Dharma seat and paced towards Shen Ye:

"In our era, the Sect was at its peak, and it made little difference to be short of one authentic transmission."

"It is rather in your End of the Dharma Age, where you alone struggle to survive."

"So be it, I will pass it on to you!"

The white-haired Taoist brought his fingers together like a knife and lightly touched Shen Ye's forehead.

Shen Ye felt an immense breath circulate within his body before he could even dodge.

Immediately thereafter, a Twin Dragon Dharma Form appeared behind him.

The breath flew into the Dharma Form, transforming into a bright moon hanging high in the nighttime sky.

With the illumination of this moon, the dragons and the Dragon Ball acquired an indescribable charm.

In the ethereal mist behind the dragons, an Imperial Palace loomed, emanating an aura of imposing grandeur.

Shen Ye couldn't help but think:

—This is the true Dharma Aspect of the Huntian Sect!

The white-haired Taoist said in a deep voice:

"I have opened up the stars within you, unlocked all fetters, and transmitted to you the Complete Secret Dharma Aspect of the True Moon of the Chaotic Heaven, a Dharma Aspect unique to the Sect Leader, which I have entrusted to you today."

"From now on, your cultivation and comprehension of Frosty Moon Shocking Sky, and all other Skills of the Huntian Sect, will be able to draw upon the stars without hindrance, leading you directly to the Nine Layers of the Law Realm!"

"—And there is one more thing that I entrust to you."

"Now, go back."

"True Disciple Shen Ye, in the time of our Sect's apocalypse, it is up to you to face the cataclysm with all your might!"

In an instant.

Shen Ye disappeared from the Taoist temple.

All returned to quiet normalcy.

Inside the temple.

Everyone suddenly became alert and turned their gaze to the white-haired Taoist.

A few middle-aged Taoists exchanged glances, approached the white-haired elder, knelt before him, and paid their respects:

"Sect Leader, today you did not discuss the Great Tao but instead left your Dharma seat to stand in the hall—"

"Could it be that we have been remiss in our duties?"

"Not at all," said the white-haired Taoist.

He turned around, took his steps back to the high seat and sat down, saying:

"Today is a joyful occasion; our Sect has added another True Disciple."

The crowd immediately burst into commotion.

Suddenly.

A white-haired, youthful-looking elder in the front row stood up and said with folded hands:

"The authentic transmission of the Chaotic Heaven, long as the heavens endure, eternally unfading."

"May I ask, which disciple has received your recognition, Sect Leader Brother, to earn such an authentic transmission?"

The white-haired Taoist shook his head and said:

"I possess a true Dharma that I will pass on outside the Sect, to preserve a spark of life for our Sect. It's not something you can receive, so ask no more."

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Shortly thereafter.

The world shook.

Elsewhere.

Atop a mountain.

Shen Ye suddenly opened his eyes.

The woman named Hui still stood opposite, holding the black-covered book in her hand.

"Just now—"

Shen Ye spoke hesitantly.

"The Tower of Tarot granted you an opportunity; how was your gain?" Hui asked with a smile.

Just as Shen Ye was about to speak, he suddenly realized he was holding something in his hand.

It was a book.

Indeed, after receiving the "Complete Secret Dharma Aspect of the True Moon of the Chaotic Heaven" from the white-haired elder, it was said that another item had been entrusted to him.

Was it this book?

Instinctively, Shen Ye flicked through the book.

On the first page, it read "Sect Leader's Precious Tactic," and every subsequent page was blank until he turned them, upon which lines of small text slowly emerged:

"The weather today is clear."

"Suitable for surfing, suitable for training, suitable for flirting."

"Not recommended to show off too much."

"—Please practice the Thunder Shock Palm Technique three thousand times to elevate it to the Second Realm of the Law Realm."

"Keep it up, new generation Sect Leader of the Chaotic Heaven!"