Star Trace Gate

The last segment of the storytelling in Chapter 929

Zhongdeng claimed to be Renye's protector, which left all the villagers of Xuwang Village speechless and disgusted, regardless of whether they were good or evil.

Damn it, do we, the descendants of our former master, need an intruder like you to protect us? Aren't you just pointing fingers at the beautiful woman's husband and hurling insults at him for being incompetent? This is simply outrageous...

To the people of the Illusionary Village, this intruder was an unforgivable nemesis whom they had to kill at any opportunity. Therefore, no matter what the storyteller had done or whether he had helped Ren Ye, he could not be accepted by the four clans, much less by the people here.

This is why, when Ren Ye and Xiao Pang came to their second uncle and Qian Zhongge, the storyteller sat alone at the entrance of the Immortal Palace and did not take the initiative to strike up a conversation.

He knew all too well how much the people here hated him, just as he hated them just as much.

Under the gaze of thousands of disdainful and disgusted eyes, the storyteller took the wine flask given to him by the chubby boy from his waist, tilted his head back and took a big gulp before saying in a low voice, "Since the inheritance of the young master Huang is being wagered, why not ask for his opinion?"

Amidst the crowd, Qian Zhongge frowned and said softly to Li Erbo and the others, "Tonight's events are an internal conflict within our Xuwang Village. How can we allow a sworn enemy to interfere?! Absurd...!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Li and the others nodded unconsciously, and then stepped forward to meet Zhao Mi.

"Mr. Qian, please wait a moment...!"

Just then, Ren somewhat rudely stopped Qian Zhongge, then stepped forward and shouted unabashedly at the Divine Tomb Immortal Palace, "My goodness!! This matter concerns... the life and death of this mysterious mastermind! Are you really confident?"

The shouts were loud and lasted for a long time.

In front of the Divine Tomb and Immortal Palace, the storyteller sipped his wine, nodding slightly: "If you believe me, I'll give it a try; if you don't, then forget it..."

After receiving a response, Little Bad King bowed deeply to the ten prominent figures who had been named, and said loudly, "Seniors, tonight you have all gone to great lengths for me, a mere third-rank wild dog. Many of your family members and elders have even died in this divine tomb. I am deeply grateful, yet also filled with fear and guilt... Now that things have come to this, I truly cannot bear to watch you, the pillars of Void Village, fight to the death against that old thief Zhao Mi. If anything were to happen... I would surely become a sinner of Void Village, living in eternal repentance and utterly ruined."

"This death row inmate, number 79, though an intruder, has, by a twist of fate, forged a deep connection with me. I admire his divine abilities; I trust his character. Since he is willing to fight Zhao Mi for me, I humbly request that you seniors grant his request!"

His words were sincere and his expression earnest, giving face to those who had instigated the tribal war for him while subtly expressing his own attitude.

Upon hearing this, Qian Zhongge hesitated briefly before turning back.

Then, he exchanged glances with Uncle Li and the others, and finally reached a tacit understanding.

Uncle Li paused briefly, then turned to look at Ren Ye: "You have inherited the legacy of the old master, so you will naturally become the new master in the future. Zhao Mi's proposal is related to the safety of your own legacy. Since you have already made your decision, then we have nothing more to say...!"

Upon hearing this, the little rascal bowed respectfully once again: "Thank you all for your kindness, seniors!!"

"Hmm." Qian Zhongge nodded slightly.

After receiving permission, Ren immediately stepped forward and stood at the front of the crowd, shouting loudly, "Since my heritage is being wagered, it seems a bit unfair for the ten elders of my Illusionary Village to join forces against you alone!"

"Zhao Mi, everyone says you are the number one person in the Illusionary Village. Do you dare to fight my protector?!"

The shouts were like thunder, echoing throughout the heavens.

Ren Ye shouted with great confidence, but deep down he had no idea what to expect. The storyteller's impression of him was that he was evenly matched with everyone, strong in some ways and weak in others, with no clue about his true level or limits. However, the trio of criminals had gone through so much together and had long since built a level of trust that others didn't have. That's why, when Ren Ye heard the storyteller's response, he instantly decided to entrust his fate to him.

High above, Zhao Mi, his clothes fluttering in the wind, calmly watched the storyteller, completely ignoring Ren Ye's response.

What was originally a one-against-ten situation has now turned into a one-against-one situation. There's absolutely no reason to refuse.

After pondering for a long while, Zhao Mi said softly, "In that case, let us ascend to the Death Star amidst this vast starry sky and fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Mi gently raised his arm and pointed to a lone star in the inverted Milky Way. The lone star was located directly north of the Divine Tomb Immortal Palace. Its light was slightly dim, and it seemed both very far away and very close.

"A battle to ascend to the Death Star?! What the hell does this mean? Are they not letting us watch?!" Little Fatty stood in the crowd and couldn't help but start cursing again.

Little Bad King was also surprised, because he had suspected that this scene of fallen stars might be a manifestation of some kind of illusion, but now that Zhao Mi said he wanted to fight on the Death Star, it meant that all the stars in the sky were actually real...

If one were to ascend to the Death Star, one would inevitably have to traverse the boundless universe and cross the void with one's physical body. So far, Ren has only ever seen Old Deng, the White-Striped Chicken, accomplish this. As for the First Master and Second Master, they have neither the opportunity nor the need to demonstrate themselves in this way. Therefore, Little Bad King does not know whether they can do it.

Was Zhao Mi doing this to prevent others from watching the battle and thus discovering the secrets of his yang body? Or was he testing the storyteller, bluntly telling him, "If you don't even have the ability to traverse the boundless universe, then don't talk about fighting me?"

At the gate of the Divine Tomb and Immortal Palace, after hearing Zhao Mi's words, the storyteller stood up, dusted himself off, carefully hung the wine pot on his waist, and replied sparingly, "Let's go."

"boom!!!"

After receiving the storyteller's response, Zhao Mi suddenly unleashed his first surge of Yang energy and took three steps into the vast universe.

With one step, the void shattered, and he entered the eternal night, joining the fallen star river, where the light of the Great Dao shone as brightly as an extra star.

With two steps, a divine rainbow rose from outside the Divine Tomb Mountain, straight as a dragon, and he was now very close to that dead star.

With three steps, the aura of the Great Dao suddenly surged, the divine rainbow vanished, and Zhao Mi had already fallen into the Death Star, standing with his hands behind his back.

In just three steps, he used the ultimate power of his first Yang Body to travel an extremely long distance and approach the Death Star.

These three steps alone are enough to make one's peers pale in comparison.

Uncle Li stared blankly at Zhao Mi, who had vanished before his eyes, and sighed sincerely, "Although this old fellow does not cultivate the power of the void, he can still forcibly tear the void with his extremely high Yang realm body... This is nothing more than the ultimate shrinking technique."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

"boom!"

Immediately afterward, the storyteller also moved. He rose from in front of the gate of the Divine Tomb Immortal Palace, his body surging with endless white light to protect him, like a sword that could cleave the heavens and soar upwards, instantly piercing through the eternal night, breaking through all coldness and all obstacles, pointing straight at the Death Star.

Ren watched him rise into the sky and disappear into the void, and then watched him disappear at lightning speed until he vanished completely...

He was stunned for a long time, then said softly, "The ancients said that one sword can split the heavens and attain immortality... that is nothing more than this. It seems that... Zhong Deng has been too easygoing with us, so easygoing that we have forgotten that his thin and frail body contains astonishing power."

The storyteller stepped into the air and instantly entered the Death Star. This move deeply shocked the people of the Illusion Village who were somewhat annoyed with him, and also completely brought the expectations for this earth-shattering battle to a climax.

The Death Star was extremely far away, and although the crowd could not clearly see the details of the battle there, they could vaguely sense the auras of Zhao Mi and the storyteller, and perceive the changes in their divine powers. Therefore, as soon as the two disappeared, the crowd immediately immersed themselves in their spiritual energy and stirred their divine thoughts.

……

That lone star was quite vast, and from a distance, its light appeared dim, as weak as a firefly.

Upon reaching the top, all one could see was swirling sandstorms, a reddish-yellow landscape devoid of life, a scene of utter desolation.

This lone star is like a barren wasteland, devoid of all life, with endless desolation and rugged terrain, harsh environment, and bald mountains and cliffs everywhere, giving people an extremely oppressive feeling.

The storyteller moved with a light and graceful gait, landing gently on a desolate hill. He sat cross-legged, his spirit contained, looking just like an ordinary mortal.

Not far away, Zhao Mi stood suspended in mid-air amidst the endless sandstorm, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and said expressionlessly, "When people die and stars shatter, the victor is decided. You are an outsider, so I will let you use your divine magic first."

The storyteller sat on the desolate hill, his face no longer bearing the cynical, playful, or angry expression he once had. He simply replied, "Alright."

He kept his aura restrained, almost imperceptible, and slowly raised his arm, gently pointing forward.

The square magical artifact, which had been shrouded in rosy light, was pointed out by him and floated quietly in front of his knees.

The storyteller closed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands together, and sent only a wisp of his divine thought into the square magic weapon, softly chanting, "Awaken the cauldron."

"Ugh...!"

An extremely faint aura emanated from the square magic weapon, as weak as a breath exhaled by an ordinary woman.

That aura appeared as heaven and earth opened up, emerging like wisps of smoke from the storyteller's brow, merging with his Dao.

"brush!"

Immediately afterwards, the radiant light that enveloped the square magic weapon suddenly dissipated, and the appearance of the magic weapon itself was revealed for the first time in the disappearing light.

When shrouded in the glow of the sunset, the magical artifact appeared to be square, inevitably leading one to think of it as a seal, an imperial edict, or a command token. But now that the glow of the sunset had dissipated, it revealed its true form: a cauldron.

The ding is about the size of a palm, with a square mouth, round bottom, attached ears, and hoof-shaped feet. It is golden in color and surrounded by auspicious rays, looking very powerful.

Amidst the sandstorm, Zhao Mi gazed at the cauldron, his eyes unconsciously narrowing as he made a somewhat uncertain assessment: "This is a primordial treasure of the Great Dao?! Hmm... no, why does it also seem like an object of worship offered incense in the mortal world? Hiss... but it doesn't quite seem like it either...!"

On the desolate hill, after the storyteller inhaled that faint breath, his entire appearance, temperament, expression, and even his clothes were changing rapidly.

His face was cold and aloof, he was dressed in black, and a long, chilling sword rested on his lap. He had once again transformed into the appearance of a night wanderer...

But just moments later, he was wearing a crown and a five-dragon silver armor, with the Heavenly Spear standing beside him, transforming into the image of a royal prince, or even the young crown prince of the Eastern Palace.

He was like a faceless man with countless masks covering his face, constantly changing his appearance and identity.

A luxurious cassock, a dazzling lotus lantern, illuminating eternity... he transformed into a young monk once more.

The young monk, who had initially appeared handsome and compassionate, suddenly found his robes turning pitch black. The lotus lantern, amidst its brilliance, either dissipated or suddenly shone brightly, and a terrifying aura of malevolence surged from between his brows…

The storytellers, each with their own unique personality, are like countless stories of joy and sorrow, flashing by like a revolving lantern.

Every face that flashed across his cheek looked like him, but upon closer inspection, none of them seemed to match. Perhaps they were just stories being told.