Myth Beyond Heaven

A wave of icy energy suddenly surged forth, freezing the entire space around Yun Wushuang and Yin Ye. The chilling air crackled with frost, and the temperature plummeted, the very fabric of reality seeming to freeze in place.

Yin Ye’s movements were abruptly halted, his shadowy form trapped within the icy embrace. His eyes widened in surprise, his smile replaced by a frown of fury.

“Yun Xue!” he growled, his voice laced with anger. “You dare to interfere?”

Yun Lintian’s movement had also come to a halt as he was forced to back off by the icy aura.

Yun Xue, her figure radiating an icy aura, materialized beside Yun Wushuang, her crystalline sword pointed at Yin Ye.

“Get lost.” She said coldly.

Yin Ye’s face contorted in a mask of fury. “Very good!” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. “I’ll remember this.”

His shadowy form flickering and fading as he struggled against the icy confinement. But Yun Xue’s power was absolute, her mastery of the Law of Ice far surpassing his own.

With a growl of frustration, he released Yun Wushuang, his shadowy form retreating back into the darkness.

Yun Lintian, his heart pounding in his chest, rushed to his mother’s side, his eyes filled with concern. “Mother, are you alright?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Yun Wushuang nodded, her eyes brimming with tears of relief. “I’m fine, Tian’er,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Yun Lintian turned to Yun Xue, his gaze filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Palace Master Yun,” he said, his voice sincere. “I owe you a debt of gratitude.”

The initial anger in his heart had now dissipated. It wasn’t Yun Xue’s fault, after all, that Yin Ye had managed to enter the barrier and capture his mother. Yin Ye could even escape from the spatial cage he had created.

“You should leave as soon as possi… Cough!” Yun Xue said halfway through, then coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“Master!” Yun Wushuang and Yun Mucheng quickly stepped forward.

Yun Xue waved her hand and said, “I’m fine.”

Yun Lintian looked at her with surprise. He hadn’t expected her injury to be this severe. It was no wonder she didn’t make a move from the beginning.

Yun Wushuang’s eyes flickered with a hint of guilt. If it weren’t for her carelessness, Yun Xue wouldn’t have had to use her power.

Yin Ye reappeared in the sky, his life force rapidly corroded by the residual power of the Great Law of Death. He stared at Yun Lintian coldly and said, “This is not the end.”

As he finished his sentence, his body flickered and vanished into the void.

Yun Lintian didn’t even try to chase after Yin Ye, as he knew it was impossible to catch him. He wasn’t worried about Yin Ye much, as it would certainly take a long time for him to recover from the injury. Not to mention, Yin Ye had to find a way to get rid of the power of the Great Law of Death. If he couldn’t, his death was inevitable.

Yun Lintian transformed back to his original state. His divine energy was almost completely depleted after the two battles.

Meanwhile, the battle between Ji Xiaoman and Xue Pengshan raged on, their clash of powers a symphony of blood and slaughter.

Xue Pengshan, his body now a swirling vortex of blood-red energy, unleashed a torrent of attacks, his fists and feet a blur of motion. His strikes were infused with a primal savagery, each blow carrying the weight of countless lives extinguished.

Ji Xiaoman, her crimson mist swirling around her, countered with a series of devastating strikes, her movements graceful and precise, her attacks infused with the chilling power of slaughter.

The crimson blade in her hand danced and whirled, its edge severing the threads of Xue Pengshan’s power, leaving behind trails of crimson light that painted the distorted landscape. The two combatants were evenly matched, their powers clashing in a gruesome display of blood and slaughter.

“Your friend has already run away,” Ji Xiaoman said with a mocking smile.

“Hmph!” Xue Pengshan snorted coldly, his eyes blazing with a blood-red light. His aura abruptly surged, covering the entire space.

“Blood God Descent!” he uttered coldly.

A colossal figure, formed entirely of blood and bone, materialized behind him. Its eyes burned with a malevolent light, its claws dripping with a corrosive power that threatened to consume everything in its path.

Ji Xiaoman’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

With a surge of power, she channeled the full extent of her mastery over the Law of Slaughter. The crimson mist surrounding her intensified, its tendrils writhing and coiling, its scent thick with the stench of blood and death.

The crimson blade’s edge, honed to an unimaginable sharpness, radiated an aura of pure slaughter, its power capable of severing the threads of fate itself.

“Kill!” Ji Xiaoman declared, her voice a chilling whisper that echoed through the dimension. She swung the blade, its trajectory a streak of crimson light that sliced through the distorted

space.

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“Roar!” The Blood God, its form unable to withstand the onslaught, roared in agony as the blade severed its connection to Xue Pengshan’s power.

Its colossal form shattered, its essence dissolving into a rain of blood that stained the ravaged landscape.

Xue Pengshan stumbled back, his face pale and his body trembling. “H-How…?” he uttered in

disbelief.

Ji Xiaoman’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “I told you,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “The Holy Lands have forgotten my presence.”

She raised her crimson blade again, preparing to finish Xue Pengshan.

“Welcome back to the Holy Lands.”

A cold male voice suddenly echoed in the air, followed by a dreadful aura that made everyone

shudder.

Ji Xiaoman’s expression changed drastically. She quickly retreated to Yun Lintian’s side and looked at the dark sky. “Should I feel honored to be personally welcomed by you, Tantai Sun?” she said with a playful smile.

Yun Wushuang and the others were surprised upon hearing the name. Tantai Sun was a renowned figure in the Holy Lands and was regarded as the strongest True God under the

Primordial Gods.

He also had another identity: he was the younger brother of Tantai Lanling, the God of Order’s

disciple.

Yun Lintian furrowed his brow. Could this person be the mastermind behind the Nine Hells

Gate?

“This matter ends here.” Tantai Sun’s voice echoed and his aura gradually vanished.

Yun Lintian could feel a terrifying spiritual sense sweep over him briefly.

Xue Pengshan used this chance to activate his movement technique and disappeared from the

scene…