Myth Beyond Heaven

BOOOM!!

The beam of energy struck the Rain and Cloud Swords, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.

Then, with a deafening roar that shattered the silence, the Rain and Cloud Swords were blasted apart, their fragments scattering like fallen stars, their chaotic energy dissipating into nothingness.

Qin Juehai, his defenses shattered, his body wracked with pain, stumbled back, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair.

He couldn’t believe that an ant like Rui Xian had actually injured him and destroyed his swords.

As Rui Xian, his life force extinguished, collapsed to the ground, his sword clattering beside him, Qin Juehai seized the opportunity.

With a swift and merciless strike, he plunged the Rain Sword into Rui Xian’s chest, piercing his heart.

Rui Xian gasped in pain. He tried to wield his sword, but it was futile. Qin Juehai had already seized his sword and taken it away.

Qin Juehai, his face contorted with cruel satisfaction, twisted the blade, savoring Rui Xian’s agony.

“You should have stayed out of my way,” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. “Now, you will pay the price for your interference.”

Rui Xian coughed up a mouthful of blood, his vision blurring, his consciousness fading. He looked at Jian Yun, who stood nearby, his blind eyes filled with profound sadness.

“Senior… I’ve failed,” Rui Xian whispered, his voice barely a breath.

Jian Yun stared at Rui Xian and said calmly, “Your master is proud of you.”

A relieved smile appeared on Rui Xian’s lips as he slowly closed his eyes. “Thank you, Senior,” he whispered, his voice fading into nothingness.

His body went limp, his eyes losing their light, his life extinguished.

He had given his all to protect the legacy of the Nameless Sword God. Even though he had failed, there were no regrets.

Qin Juehai pulled his sword out of Rui Xian’s body and kicked his lifeless body away.

He looked at Jian Yun and said venomously, “Now, it’s your turn.”

Jian Yun turned to Qin Juehai and said calmly, “Let go of his sword.” His voice was incomparably cold, causing Qin Juehai to shudder.

Qin Juehai sneered as he responded. “This is my spoil of war. It belongs to me now.”

Rui Xian’s sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, emitting a terrifying sword intent.

“Heh. I didn’t expect trash like him to have such a powerful sword. What a waste.” Qin Juehai laughed coldly.

Jian Yun waved his hand and pulled Rui Xian’s lifeless body toward him before handing him to He Chong.

“Take care of him,” he said. The seven elemental swords and the Heaven Piercing Sword let out a low hum, resonating with his anger.

He Chong silently received Rui Xian’s body, deep regret etched on his face. The other Ancient True Gods looked on with a mixture of respect. Rui Xian, despite his youth, had shown extraordinary courage and a profound understanding of the sword. His unwavering determination had earned him their deepest respect.

Boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from Qin Juehai, his sword intent surging to new heights. The very space around him warped and twisted, bending to his will. He had fully integrated the Nameless Sword God’s legacy, pushing his understanding of the sword to a level beyond anything he had achieved before.

“I am the pinnacle of swordsmanship!” he roared, his voice echoing through the distorted space. “You, a blind, weakened relic, are no match for me!”

He lunged towards Jian Yun, the stolen sword in his hand blazing with chaotic energy. His attacks were a blur of motion, each strike carrying the weight of his newfound power, each movement infused with the destructive intent of the Nameless Sword God.

Jian Yun, however, remained calm and composed. He stood firm, his blind eyes seemingly gazing into the depths of Qin Juehai’s soul. The Heaven Piercing Sword in his hand hummed softly, its chaotic aura a beacon of defiance against the overwhelming onslaught.

To everyone’s surprise, Jian Yun effortlessly parried each of Qin Juehai’s furious strikes. His movements were precise, economical, and imbued with a profound understanding of the sword that surpassed even Qin Juehai’s newfound power.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The clash of their swords echoed through the desolate landscape, each strike sending shockwaves through the distorted space, but Jian Yun remained unmoved, a rock amidst a raging storm.

Qin Juehai, his attacks failing to land a single blow, grew increasingly frustrated. “How?” he roared, his voice laced with disbelief. “How can you still defend against me? You’re at the end of your rope!”

Jian Yun, his expression serene, replied calmly, “True strength lies not in brute force, but in unwavering resolve and profound understanding.”

“Besides,” he paused for a moment and said in a deep voice, “your way of the sword is no longer there. You’ve already lost yourself.”

His words echoed through the battlefield, carrying a weight that transcended the clash of swords and the surge of chaotic energy.

He Chong and the other Ancient True Gods watched in awe and astonishment. Jian Yun, despite his weakened state, was holding his own against Qin Juehai, who wielded the full

power of the Nameless Sword God’s legacy.

How was this possible?

The answer lay in Jian Yun’s unwavering dedication to the way of the sword. He had spent countless eons honing his skills, refining his understanding, and cultivating his sword intent. Even in his weakened state, his mastery of the sword remained unmatched.

“That look of you again! You insulted me back then, and you’re doing it again right here! Let’s see how long you can be arrogant!” Qin Juehai, fueled by desperate rage, unleashed a barrage of attacks, his swordsmanship growing more savage, his movements more unpredictable. “Nameless Sword Art: Severing Skies!” Qin Juehai roared, channeling the full force of his borrowed power into a devastating attack.

The stolen sword in his hand transformed into a whirlwind of chaotic energy, tearing through the heavens, its power capable of severing the very skies.

Jian Yun, his blind eyes seemingly seeing everything, calmly raised the Heaven Piercing Sword, its chaotic aura flaring brightly.

His aura suddenly changed. It became ethereal, as though he was one with heaven and earth.

The seven elemental swords transformed into seven beams of light and shot into the Heaven

Piercing Sword.

Jian Yun raised his hand and pointed his finger toward Qin Juehai.

“Return to Dust.”

The very air stilled as Jian Yun uttered those words. It was as if the world itself held its breath.

The desolate landscape of the Ancient Battlefield seemed to bow before him, acknowledging the sheer might of the Sword God…