Myth Beyond Heaven

“He was a True God from the Primordial Era,” Long Xi suddenly said.

Yun Lintian was stunned. “A True God?”

“Tie Mutian came from the Iron God Clan. He was a renowned godsmith who created countless primordial-rank artifacts… The God Slaying Sword is one of them,” Long Xi explained.

“However, things changed. I heard a group forced him to forge a destructive weapon on par with the God Slaying Sword, but he refused. Due to his reputation, many protected him, and those people left empty-handed. From then on, he refused to forge any weapons.”

“I see,” Yun Lintian thought of his teacher, who taught him and Fatty Mao the forging art at the Skythrone Profound Academy. He was clearly Tie Mutian’s descendant, born in the Azure World.

“Why did Hongyue go there, and now here?” Yun Lintian was puzzled.

“No one knows,” Yue Yun said, her voice deep. “You better find her as soon as possible. I heard she was only a High God when she left.”

Yun Lintian sensed the anxiety in Yue Yun’s voice, understanding her concern for Hongyue as a fellow Divine Moon Clan member.

“I’ll find her now,” Yun Lintian nodded, postponing his training until he found Hongyue.

Yue Yun hesitated. She wanted to find Hongyue herself but held back. Her priority was training an army for the impending war; she couldn’t waste time.

Long Xi looked at Yue Yun with a knowing expression, seemingly guessing something.

“Do you want my uncle to come, husband?” Long Qingxuan asked.

“No need,” Yun Lintian shook his head. “We can’t deal with the chaotic energy here. It’s too risky for a True God to use their power.”

Long Qingxuan said nothing more.

“You can go back. Don’t worry, I will visit often,” Yun Lintian reassured her with a smile. “Alright. Be careful,” Long Qingxuan said, returning to Nine Firmament City with Long Xi. “You must find her quickly, understand?” Yue Yun repeated seriously, walking through the gate.

“Why do I feel her relationship with Hongyue isn’t normal?” Nantian Fengyu wondered aloud.

“They’re from the same clan. It’s normal for her to worry,” Yun Lintian said, turning to the desolate land. “Where did you come from, Fifth Sister?”

“Eastern Region,” Nantian Fengyu replied.

“I see. Then Hongyue is likely in the north. Let’s go,” Yun Lintian said, flying east toward the Northern Region.

***

Inside Wandering Bone City, a medium-sized city in the Northern Region, Hongyue, cloaked from head to toe, entered a pill store and handed a few Spirit Beads to the shopkeeper.

“Same as usual?” the shopkeeper asked.

“Mhm,” Hongyue responded in a hoarse voice.

The shopkeeper smiled, handing her a pill bottle. “Your condition is worsening. You

shouldn’t go near the Central Region again.”

This wasn’t the first time he had seen Hongyue. Every visit, she was plagued with injuries and poison.

Hongyue said nothing, grabbing the pill bottle and leaving.

The shopkeeper shook his head, muttering, “How stubborn. She won’t last long.”

Back in her room, Hongyue removed her cloak, revealing a petite body marred with hideous wounds. Some leaked a deadly aura similar to the chaotic energy. Part of her body had even crystallized. Her fiery red hair was now half-black and withered.

Mumu looked at her worriedly. “You should rest. You can’t continue like this.”

Hongyue swallowed all the pills. “Time waits for no one. I have to find Jian Yun quickly.”

Mumu sighed, remaining silent. After arriving, they had wandered for a long time, finding a small clue about Jian Yun: he had entered the Central Region many years ago.

Unwilling to wait, Hongyue tried to break through the sandstorm surrounding the Central Region. Unfortunately, she failed, ending up injured.

Moreover, they discovered this place’s unusual nature. The chaotic energy was harmful, though most people didn’t realize it, as the initial transformation was subtle.

Hongyue, rapidly consuming Spirit Beads, saw the change clearly. Unfortunately, it was too late. The only way to replenish her divine energy was through the beads.

Unable to give up, she risked her life, continuing to consume the beads to enter the Central Region.

“Maybe we were too hasty coming here,” Mumu regretted urging Hongyue to come early. Hongyue shook her head. “It isn’t just about Jian Yun, but also the last part of the Moon God’s inheritance. I fear it will fall into the wrong hands if we’re late.”

She sat cross-legged on her bed, attempting to circulate her dwindling divine energy. The pills she swallowed were potent, a concoction specifically designed to combat the corrosive effects of the chaotic energy, but their effects were temporary at best.

Each breath was a struggle, each pulse of energy sent shards of pain through her meridians. The crystallization on her body, a chilling reminder of her deteriorating condition, spread slowly, inexorably.

Mumu looked at her in distress, thinking of Yun Lintian. If only he were here, he could surely heal Hongyue’s wounds.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside. Shouts and the clash of weapons echoed through the inn, shattering the tense silence. Hongyue and Mumu exchanged alarmed glances.

Mumu frowned deeply, staring at the door.

With a bang, the door burst open, splintering into fragments. A group of cultivators, clad in the dark uniforms of the North Region Army, stormed in, faces grim and weapons drawn.

“You are under arrest by order of General Meng,” a gruff voice boomed.

Hongyue’s eyes narrowed, her hand instinctively reaching for her sword. “On what grounds?” she demanded, defiance lacing her voice.

“You have been identified as a valuable asset,” the leader sneered, his eyes raking over her weakened form. “Your resilience against the chaotic energy is remarkable. General Meng believes you hold the key to unlocking the secrets of this battlefield.”

Hongyue scoffed. “So, you intend to make me a lab rat?”

“Your cooperation is appreciated,” the leader stated, his tone brooking no argument. “Resist,

and you will be taken by force.”

Mumu drew closer to Hongyue, preparing for battle. “You had better leave,” she warned.

“Stand aside, creature,” the leader cautioned, tightening his grip on his weapon. “This does

not concern you.”

“You can try,” Mumu said coldly.

Sensing her defiance, the leader signaled his men. “Subdue them both!” he ordered.

The cultivators surged forward, weapons flashing.

The purple jade on Mumu’s forehead emitted a powerful moon energy, blasting the attackers.

Bang!

The attackers were sent flying directly.

The leader narrowed his eyes, surprised by the rabbit’s strength. “What kind of creature are

you?”