Myth Beyond Heaven

“Please help him, Senior!” Han Bingling and the other women pleaded anxiously.

“Let me handle it,” Tian He spoke, stepping forward. The cold energy around Yun Lintian immediately dissipated as he reached to touch his chest.

Inside Yun Lintian’s body, the Tree of Life was frozen solid. A faint spark of vitality remained at its heart, struggling against the cold to survive.

“Can you remove it?” Shi Xuan walked over and asked. “Otherwise, we can take another way. Just turn him into a living corpse.”

His words startled everyone, especially Lin Xinyao and Yun Qianxue. The two women quickly moved forward, attempting to block Shi Xuan’s path.

Shi Xuan looked at them with amusement. “Heh. This little sprout is weak, but his ability to charm women is certainly impressive.”

Tian He furrowed his brow deeply. “I can temporarily suppress it,” he said. “That should be enough time to find that person.”

“You mean… Shan Que? He’s still alive?” Shi Xuan asked in surprise.

“Yes,” Tian He replied, channeling his power into Yun Lintian’s body. The mysterious power mixed within the cold energy, gradually suppressing it until it entered a dormant state.”

“Shan Que?” Xiao Shou furrowed his brow. The name seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Shi Xuan glanced at him and explained, “The previous generation of the Mountain God’s inheritor.”

Xiao Shou was surprised. Though the Netherworld was sealed, he had indeed learned some information through the dead souls, and Shan Que’s name was among them.

“Where is he, Senior?” Lin Xinyao asked hurriedly.

“Don’t worry,” Tian He reassured her, retracting his hand. “He resides in the Nine Heavens Realm.”

He turned to Lan Qinghe and inquired, “You possess a strong wood affinity. Could you try protecting the Tree of Life within his body?”

Lan Qinghe readily agreed. Lifting Yun Lintian from the ground, she gently infused her wood energy into his body.

Meanwhile, Li Shan used his power to carry the unconscious Yue Yun.

“Let’s go,” Tian He said gently, waving his hand and tearing a rift in space before them.

Despite their many unanswered questions, everyone silently followed, stepping into the rift and disappearing.

Tian He cast one last glance at the crumbling God Tomb before vanishing himself.

Similar scenes unfolded across the God Tomb. Many ancient gods, awakened from their long slumber, departed one after another.

Inside the tower, the Scholar God observed the exodus and spoke, “It begins.”

The God of Valor expressed his concern, “What should we do?”

“We do nothing,” the Scholar God replied. “This world is not ours.”

The War God and the others exchanged silent glances.

Meanwhile, the Tomb Protector stood alone within the trembling palace, calmly observing the unfolding events. His eyes held no emotion, seemingly indifferent to life and death.

“The final chapter unfolds,” he murmured, his whisper lost in the tremors. “Who will emerge victorious?”

Boom!!

A booming sound echoed as the entire God Tomb shuddered and collapsed. Scrambling to escape, the practitioners used every means at their disposal. Fortunately, the restriction around the tomb had vanished, allowing them to tear through the fabric of space and leave directly.

Outside the God Tomb, onlookers began to notice the change in the tomb entrance.

The air, once thick with a cacophony of excited chatter and clanking armor, grew heavy with anticipation. All eyes fixated on the colossal, obsidian fang that served as the entrance – a monument to a forgotten god’s slumber.

For weeks, the assembled masses had camped amidst the celestial expanse, their gazes unwavering from the imposing structure. However, none of them dared to enter.

The emerald liquid dripping from the fractured edge of the fang, once a mesmerizing spectacle, intensified its glow. It writhed and pulsed with an otherworldly energy, resembling a celestial serpent awakening from its slumber.

The ancient script etched on the flanking stone tablets, previously enigmatic, flared to life. The characters, imbued with ethereal light, danced across the assembled crowd, their meaning momentarily lost in the dazzling display.

“What happened?”

A collective gasp rippled through the throng. Then, a low, ominous hum emanated from the obsidian fang, a sound that sent shivers down spines armored in dragonhide and tempered steel. The hum grew steadily in intensity, resonating with a primordial power that threatened to shatter the very foundation of reality.

A sense of unease prickled at everyone’s skin, a feeling that transcended the thrill of discovery and bordered on dread.

CRACKLE!

Suddenly, with a deafening crack that echoed through the celestial expanse, the emerald liquid at the tip of the fang erupted.

A blinding emerald light engulfed the entrance, momentarily obscuring the view for the gathered practitioners. When the light subsided, a gasp of collective horror escaped a thousand throats.

The obsidian fang, once a symbol of an impenetrable barrier, was no more. In its place yawned a gaping maw of inky blackness, a void so profound it seemed to devour the very light that dared approach.

A chilling wind, redolent of forgotten eons and untold power, screeched from the abyss. It was a primal howl, a siren song of both fortune and peril.

“It’s collapsing!” a burly man with a handlebar mustache bellowed, his voice thick with fear.

“Run!”

Panic erupted within the crowd. Onlookers who moments ago had been eager to breach the God Tomb’s threshold now scrambled back in terror. The once vibrant tapestry of colorful attire and confident strides devolved into a chaotic scramble for safety.

The celestial expanse, once a canvas of controlled chaos, became a whirlwind of desperate movement. Those with powerful spatial artifacts tore rifts in reality, vanishing into the blink of an unknown destination. Others, lacking such luxuries, activated their flight techniques, streaking away like panicked birds before a storm.

Amidst the pandemonium, a few practitioners with a stronger sense of self-preservation stood frozen, their minds struggling to comprehend the unfolding events. Was this a trap? Had the God Tomb itself decided to reject their intrusion? Or was something more sinister at play?

Finally, the once imposing structure, a beacon of legend and mystery, was gone. In its place, only a faint echo of emerald energy lingered, a ghostly reminder of the power that had once resided within.

Soon, the news of the God Tomb’s disappearance would spread like wildfire throughout the Nine Heavens Realm.

Somewhere in the Western Region, Shi Xuan stood on the deck of the Cloud Dragon Profound Ark, looking at the endless expanse in front of him.

Standing behind him was Long Qingxuan. Her eyes closed, but she was without a doubt looking at the man before her.

“Who are you?” she finally asked.