Myth Beyond Heaven

Yun Lintian sighed inwardly. The moment he saw through Yue Hong’s intention, he knew it would be difficult to conceal his identity. However, he wouldn’t be naive enough to tell her the truth. At least, not in front of Ji Xiaoman and Que Zang.

“Please forgive me. I cannot tell you for the time being. However, we do indeed have a connection,” he said calmly.

Yue Hong narrowed her eyes. “What if I must know?” she said calmly, but her voice was filled with authority.

“Then, I have no choice but to defend myself,” Yun Lintian responded with a faint smile.

Yun Wushuang, Ji Xiaoman, and Que Zang were startled by his bold response. Although they were aware of Yun Lintian’s strength, Yue Hong was entirely different from any True Gods they had ever encountered. People here even called her the eleventh Primordial God.

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Yue Hong stared at Yun Lintian for a long time and said, “Bold enough. This makes me even more curious about your true identity. But it’s fine. I will eventually know it later.”

“Thanks for the compliment,” Yun Lintian cupped his fists.

Yue Hong curled her lips and turned to Ji Xiaoman. “Let’s have a drink.”

“Alright,” Ji Xiaoman naturally had no objection and followed Yue Hong into the inner hall. “Please follow me,” Yue Lan said to the remaining three and led them into the inner garden. The inner garden of the Moon Palace was a breathtaking sight. A myriad of vibrant flowers bloomed in perfect harmony, their fragrant aroma filling the air. Graceful willow trees swayed gently in the breeze, casting dappled shadows on the meticulously manicured lawn.

A crystal-clear stream flowed through the garden, its water reflecting the soft moonlight that bathed the landscape in an ethereal glow.

As Yun Lintian stepped into the inner garden, his heart skipped a beat. The scenery before him was eerily similar to the Divine Moon Peak in the Divine Moon God Realm.

The garden’s layout, the arrangement of the flowers, the gentle flow of the stream, everything mirrored the Divine Moon Peak perfectly. It was as if he had stepped through a portal and returned to his former home.

“Is something wrong, Tian’er?” Yun Wushuang asked softly when she saw Yun Lintian’s strange expression.

“Nothing. This is the first time I’ve seen such a stunning garden,” Yun Lintian replied with a smile.

“It’s indeed stunning,” Que Zang said while taking a sip of wine from the gourd. Without Yun Lintian, it was impossible for him to visit this place.

Yue Lan invited everyone into a large pavilion and said, “Please take a seat.”

Yun Lintian and the others quickly sat down. They had no idea what Yue Lan wanted to discuss.

Yue Lan gently served everyone cups of tea and looked at Yun Lintian. “Can you tell me about your journey to the Holy Lands? And how did you become a target of the Nine Hells Gate?” she asked softly. freewebnøvel.com

Yun Wushuang looked at her son, eagerly waiting for his explanation.

“I originally came from the lower realm…” Yun Lintian began to recount the situation from the day he boarded the Nine Hells Gate’s profound ark to the Divine Light City.

“Heh. I must say Yin Ye’s eyes are sharp enough. He can see your abnormal comprehension at a glance. But thanks to him. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have met,” Que Zang chuckled.

Yue Lan took a sip of tea and said softly, “They will never give up.”

“Can you tell me more about them, Senior?” Yun Lintian asked as he noticed Yue Lan seemed to understand the Nine Hells Gate well.

“As everyone has speculated, the Nine Hells Gate was originally founded by one of the Primordial Gods, the God of Death. However, its initial purpose was to prevent the dead spirits in the Nether Realm from crossing over and causing trouble to the Mortal Realm,” Yue Lan began.

“Around two million years ago, the God of Death mysteriously disappeared, and the nature of the Nine Hells Gate began to change. They had become a corrupted organization, and no one knew who their next leader was. Many people believed it was the God of Death’s disciple, Si Yimin.”

“Si Yimin?” Que Zang’s expression changed drastically. “As far as I know, he had never appeared in public for a long time now.”

Si Junyi… Si Yimin. Yun Lintian suddenly felt the pattern was similar to the one back in his world. However, the Nine Hells Gate was far more sinister than Si Junyi. At least, Si Junyi didn’t implicate innocent people.

Yun Lintian looked at Que Zang and asked, “Do you know him, Senior?”

“Well, not exactly. I had met Si Junyi twice when I sent wandering spirits to the Nether Realm. He was very kind and polite. I didn’t expect him to become like this,” Que Zang answered and took a sip of wine.

“Is that so?” Yun Lintian nodded slowly. Perhaps there was something behind the disappearance of the God of Death that forced Si Yimin to choose this path.

“It is unlikely to be him,” Yue Lan suddenly spoke.

Yun Lintian and Que Zang were stunned for a moment and waited for a further explanation. “With the disappearance of the God of Death, Si Yimin would automatically become the new ruler of the Nether Realm. If he truly had an ulterior motive, he would have opened the Hell Gate and released the dead spirits to the world. It would be much effective than what the Nine Hells Gate did all this time,” Yue Lan expressed her opinion.

“That makes sense,” Que Zang agreed with her directly.

“Then who could it be?” Yun Lintian was puzzled. This person must be very powerful that he or she could actually take over the Nine Hells Gate from Si Yimin.

Yue Lan didn’t answer right away. She surprisingly looked at Que Zang and asked, “Have you gone back to the Divine Temple?”

“Yes,” Que Zang nodded with a frown. “The temple has changed a lot and my Senior Brother

is missing.”

“After you were imprisoned, your Senior Brother Mu Zang visited the God of Order several times to ask for pardon and allow you to be imprisoned inside the temple. However, he was rejected,” Yue Lan said softly.

Que Zang was moved upon hearing this. “Senior Brother actually…” he sighed with guilt.

“Where is he now?” he quickly asked.

“Gone,” Yue Lan replied calmly.

“What!?” Que Zang’s mind went buzzed as if he was struck by lightning. “How did he die!?”