Myth Beyond Heaven

Mumu, her heart pounding like a drum, placed Hongyue gently on the ground. She knew she couldn’t carry her while fighting; she needed both paws free to defend them. A wave of despair washed over her, but she quickly pushed it down. She couldn’t afford to lose hope, not

now.

“Get lost!” she shrieked, her voice echoing through the desolate landscape. Purple light surged from her body, the moon jade on her forehead glowing with an intense luminescence. She unleashed a barrage of moon energy blasts, striking the decayed beasts with surprising force.

The beasts roared in fury, their eyes burning with a predatory hunger. They lunged at Mumu, their claws tearing at her defenses, their jaws snapping with terrifying force.

Mumu dodged and weaved, her movements agile despite her small size. She countered with swift kicks and punches, her attacks imbued with the power of the moon, leaving glowing marks on the beasts’ corrupted flesh.

But despite her valiant efforts, Mumu was slowly being overwhelmed. The beasts were too numerous, too powerful. Her energy reserves dwindled with every attack, her breaths growing ragged.

Just as she felt her strength failing, a figure materialized from the shadows, moving with an impossible speed. A gleaming sword flashed, slicing through the air with deadly precision. Puff! Puff! Puff!

One by one, the decayed beasts fell, their bodies cleaved in two, their roars silenced by the swift and decisive strikes of the mysterious swordsman.

Mumu, her eyes wide with surprise, watched as the figure dispatched the remaining beasts with effortless grace. The swordsman moved like a phantom, his blade a blur of motion, his attacks a symphony of death.

In a matter of moments, the battlefield was cleared, the silence broken only by the panting breaths of Mumu and the soft clink of the swordsman’s blade as he sheathed it.

He turned towards Mumu, his face obscured by the shadows of his wide-brimmed hat. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice calm and reassuring.

Mumu, still reeling from the sudden turn of events, could only nod, her voice caught in her throat.

The swordsman stepped closer, his figure emerging from the shadows. He was a young man, his face handsome and refined, his eyes filled with a gentle warmth.

“You are injured,” he observed, noticing the scratches and bruises on Mumu’s small form.

Mumu nodded again, her gaze shifting towards the unconscious Hongyue. “My friend… she needs help.”

The swordsman followed her gaze, his eyes falling upon Hongyue’s pale face and the crystallized arm. He frowned, sensing the corrupted energy emanating from her wounds.

“She has been affected by the chaotic energy,” he said, his voice grave. “It is a dangerous affliction.”

Mumu’s heart sank. She knew that Hongyue’s condition was dire, but hearing it confirmed by this powerful cultivator filled her with despair.

“Is there… is there anything you can do?” she asked, her voice trembling with hope.

The swordsman hesitated, his gaze lingering on Hongyue’s unconscious form.

He sighed and said, “I’m afraid I can’t do anything. The only way to get rid of the chaotic energy is to enter the Central Region.”

Mumu frowned slightly. “The Central Region?”

Just as the swordsman was about to say something, a commotion erupted in the distance, shattering the tense silence. A group of figures emerged from the shadows, their forms clad in the dark uniforms of the North Region Army.

“There they are!” a gruff voice boomed. “Don’t let them escape!”

Mumu’s heart sank. They had been found.

The swordsman, sensing the approaching danger, rose to his feet, his eyes hardening. “Stay behind me,” he instructed Mumu, his voice firm.

He drew his sword, its blade gleaming with a cold, sharp light. He faced the approaching cultivators, his figure a solitary beacon of defiance against the overwhelming odds.

The cultivators charged, their weapons drawn, their faces filled with a murderous intent. The swordsman met their attack with a whirlwind of sword strikes, his movements swift and precise, his blade a blur of deadly motion.

But despite his skill and power, the swordsman was outnumbered. The cultivators pressed their attack, their combined strength overwhelming his defenses.

Mumu, watching the battle unfold, felt a surge of helplessness. She wanted to help, to fight alongside the swordsman who had saved them, but she knew she would only be a burden.

“We have to go!” she cried, scooping up Hongyue’s unconscious form.

The swordsman, sensing their desperation, nodded grimly. He parried a blow from a cultivator, creating an opening in their encirclement.

“Run!” he yelled, his voice strained.

Mumu didn’t hesitate. She sprinted into the darkness, her small form carrying the weight of her unconscious friend, her heart pounding with fear and determination.

The swordsman followed close behind, his sword flashing, his movements a blur as he fended off the pursuing cultivators.

They fled through the desolate landscape, their figures swallowed by the shadows, their pursuers hot on their heels. The chase was on, a desperate race for survival in the heart of the Ancient Battlefield.

***

Yun Lintian and Nantian Fengyu flew across the Eastern Region, heading toward the Northern Region. Since Qin Muyang was gone, the Eastern Region Army seemed to have disappeared. They hadn’t encountered anyone from the army so far.

“Although the chaotic energy here is harmful, this place is indeed suitable for training,”

Nantian Fengyu commented.

“Indeed. The environment here is harsh enough,” Yun Lintian agreed, nodding. He considered bringing his people here. However, the danger lay with the ancient True Gods. If he could eliminate them, this place would become a perfect training ground.

As they discussed the merits of the Ancient Battlefield as a training ground, Yun Lintian’s sharp eyes noticed a commotion in the distance. A small, white figure, desperately clutching a limp form, was being pursued by a group of cultivators clad in the dark uniforms of the North

Region Army.

“Isn’t that… Mumu?” Nantian Fengyu exclaimed, her voice laced with concern.

Yun Lintian’s heart skipped a beat. It was indeed Mumu, her small form struggling to carry the unconscious Hongyue, her movements frantic and desperate.

“And that swordsman…” Yun Lintian’s eyes narrowed as he recognized the figure fighting alongside Mumu. It was Rui Xian, the enigmatic sword cultivator he had encountered

previously.

Without a word, Yun Lintian surged forward, his figure a blur of motion as he sped towards the chaotic scene. Nantian Fengyu followed close behind, her Divine Phoenix flames igniting, ready to unleash her fiery wrath…