Myth Beyond Heaven

Gu Buxiu’s body began to disintegrate, his flesh and bones dissolving into nothingness. His True God aura flickered and faded, extinguished like a candle in the wind.

In a matter of seconds, Gu Buxiu, the eccentric, corpse-loving True God, was completely eradicated, leaving behind not even a speck of dust.

The entire battlefield fell silent. The remaining cultivators stared in stunned disbelief at the spot where Gu Buxiu had stood, their minds reeling from what they had just witnessed.

A True God, a being considered invincible in their eyes, had been eliminated in a single attack by a young man who was at the God Ascension Realm.

Even Nantian Fengyu, who had witnessed Yun Lintian’s incredible growth firsthand, was left speechless. She had never imagined that he possessed such power, a power capable of obliterating a True God in a single strike.

Yun Lintian lowered his hand, the green light fading from his body. He turned to the remaining cultivators, his expression calm, his eyes filled with an unwavering resolve. “Now, it’s your turn.”

The remaining cultivators, witnessing the effortless annihilation of a True God, were paralyzed with fear. Their weapons clattered to the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

They had faced countless enemies, braved countless dangers, but nothing could have prepared them for this. The power Yun Lintian wielded was beyond their comprehension, a force that defied all their understanding of cultivation.

Qin Muyang, his face ashen, stumbled back, his eyes wide with terror. He had sought revenge, fueled by his wounded pride and hatred, but now, all he felt was a bone-chilling fear. He had underestimated Yun Lintian, and now, he was paying the price.

“I… I surrender!” a cultivator stammered, dropping to his knees.

His words broke the spell of silence, and the others followed suit, prostrating themselves before Yun Lintian, begging for mercy.

“Spare us, Senior!”

“We were wrong!”

“We’ll do anything!”

Yun Lintian surveyed the scene, his expression unreadable. He had no interest in slaughtering these cultivators, but he couldn’t let them go unpunished either.

“Tell me,” Yun Lintian said, his voice echoing through the silent battlefield, “What is the relationship between these armies and the ancient True Gods like Gu Buxiu?”

The cultivators, eager to save their own lives, scrambled to answer his question. Qin Muyang, desperate to redeem himself, pushed his way to the front, his voice trembling with fear and eagerness.

“Senior, I’ll tell you everything!” he exclaimed. “These armies… they were originally training camps during the Primordial Era. Each direction, North, South, East, and West, represented a different faction, a different training ground for young cultivators.”

Yun Lintian raised an eyebrow. “Training camps?”

“Yes, Senior,” Qin Muyang continued, “But after the Primordial War, these camps were abandoned, left masterless. It wasn’t until recently that the ancient True Gods returned and took charge of them.”

“Why?” Yun Lintian pressed. “What is their purpose?”

“They… they gave us tasks, Senior,” Qin Muyang explained, his voice barely a whisper. “Recruiting cultivators, gathering resources, capturing any treasures we find… all for them.”

“And Gu Buxiu?” Yun Lintian asked, his eyes narrowing.

“He… he was different, Senior,” Qin Muyang stammered. “He was obsessed with… with unique specimens. He used his authority to conduct his twisted experiments, creating those… those creatures.”

Yun Lintian’s face darkened. He remembered the grotesque creatures he had fought, their bodies stitched together from countless corpses. The thought of Gu Buxiu’s depravity filled him with disgust.

“Where can I find these ancient True Gods?” he demanded. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Qin Muyang hesitated, fear battling with his desire to survive. He knew that revealing the location of the ancient True Gods could put him in even greater danger, but he also knew that defying Yun Lintian would mean certain death.

“They… they reside in the Central Region, Senior,” he finally confessed, his voice barely audible. “Within the heart of the sandstorm, there is a hidden realm… that is where they reside.”

Yun Lintian nodded slowly. “So, none of them are staying outside?”

“Yes.” Qin Muyang quickly responded.

Yun Lintian turned to the other cultivators. “Is this true?”

The cultivators, seeing Qin Muyang’s confession, eagerly confirmed his words, their voices a chorus of agreement.

“Yes, Senior!”

“He speaks the truth! Gu Buxiu is the only one.”

“We’ve all been there!”

Yun Lintian surveyed them one last time, his gaze lingering on Qin Muyang. He could sense the fear and regret in their eyes, but he also saw a glimmer of hope, a desperate plea for a second chance.

“How long have you been here?” he asked.

Qin Muyang and the others were stunned and quickly replied.

“A hundred years for me.”

“Two hundred and thirty years for me.’

“Three hundred years.”

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Yun Lintian nodded and asked, “Are you aware of the consequences of taking Spirit Beads long-term?”

Qin Muyang hesitated briefly and said, “We only know that parts of our bodies will turn into crystals. However, we have no idea what will happen after that. Normally, we use pills to recover our energy as much as possible. That’s why pills are expensive here, and alchemists are in high demand, especially talented ones.”

Yun Lintian’s eyes narrowed. “So, none of you know what happens after your bodies

crystallize?”

A wave of unease washed over the cultivators. They exchanged nervous glances, their silence speaking volumes.

“Speak,” Yun Lintian commanded, his voice laced with a hint of impatience.

Qin Muyang, sensing the growing tension, stepped forward once more. “Senior,” he began,

his voice trembling, “There are… rumors.”

“Rumors?” Yun Lintian raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, Senior,” Qin Muyang continued. “It is said that those who fully crystallize… they

become Spirit Beads themselves.”

A collective gasp arose from the cultivators. The notion of their very beings transforming into

lifeless objects, mere sources of energy for others, was a terrifying prospect.

Yun Lintian’s expression remained unchanged. It was too obvious. He thought it was

something else.

“Is there a cure?” he asked, his voice sharp.

The cultivators fell silent once more, their faces etched with despair. They had searched for a

cure, a way to reverse the crystallization process, but their efforts had been in vain.

Qin Muyang, however, seemed to recall something. “Senior,” he said hesitantly, “There

might be… a way.”

“A way?” Yun Lintian was intrigued.

“Yes, Senior,” Qin Muyang confirmed. “It is said that… if one stays within the Central Region

for a prolonged period, the crystallization process can be reversed.”

“Reversed?” Yun Lintian was surprised slightly.