Myth Beyond Heaven

The God of Space’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “Impossible. That stubborn old warmonger would never—”

“Unless he believed this young man could defeat Nian Shi,” Qing Yun interrupted. She stepped forward, her emerald robes fluttering. “Kong Xuan, this is Yun Wushuang’s son.”

The name struck like thunder.

The infinite realm shuddered as Kong Xuan’s pupils dilated. His gaze locked onto Yun Lintian with terrifying intensity. “Prove it.”

Yun Lintian met Kong Xuan’s cosmic gaze without flinching. He knew words wouldn’t be enough—this ancient god needed proof.

Taking a deep breath, Yun Lintian unleashed his Divine Core.

Boom!

Seven distinct auras erupted from his body, shaking the Infinite Realm to its foundations

The God of Darkness’ abyssal shadows coiled around his left arm, devouring nearby starlight.

The Sun God’s golden flames blazed across his right, scorching the fabric of space itself.

The Mountain God’s unyielding might hardened his bones until they gleamed like divine jade.

The River God’s endless currents swirled around his legs, carrying the power of ten thousand oceans.

The God of Balance’s golden scales materialized behind him, weighing every action with cosmic judgment.

The God of Life’s emerald energy pulsed from his chest, making flowers bloom across the barren void.

The War God’s crimson battle aura erupted from Heaven Sunderer, singing a hymn of endless warfare.

Kong Xuan staggered back, his galaxy-filled eyes widening in shock. The spatial blades surrounding them shattered like glass.

“Impossible…” The God of Space’s voice trembled for the first time in millennia. “Seven authorities… fused without conflict…” His gaze snapped to Qing Yun. “This is the child you spoke of? The one from the prophecy?”

Qing Yun nodded, her emerald eyes glowing with pride. “Yun Wushuang’s son. The true Primordial Sovereign.”

A deafening silence fell over the Infinite Realm. Even the floating islands stopped their eternal drift, as if holding their breath.

Kong Xuan’s expression cycled through disbelief, awe, and finally—burning hope. “All these years… I thought it was just wishful thinking.” He stepped forward, space bending unnaturally around him. “Boy, do you know what you carry?”

Yun Lintian met his gaze squarely. “The power to kill Nian Shi.”

“More than that.” Kong Xuan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re the key to restoring the Prime Origin—the original timeline before the Creator’s war shattered reality.”

Kong Xuan suddenly laughed—a sound like colliding dimensions. “No wonder Zhan Tian gave you his blade! That old warmonger always had a nose for destiny.” His expression turned serious. “But you’re incomplete. You lack two crucial authorities.”

“Time and death.” Yun Lintian said calmly.

“Precisely.” Kong Xuan’s cosmic eyes gleamed.

Yun Lintian nodded. “Will you help me?”

The God of Space studied him for a long moment before raising his hand. The Infinite Realm shuddered as countless spatial fractures appeared—each showing a different battlefield where Kong Xuan had fought Nian Shi across the ages.

“Do you see these?” Kong Xuan’s voice turned venomous. “Every scar I carved into that bastard’s flesh. Every timeline where I almost killed him.” His hand clenched, crushing the visions. “Yet he always slips away—because I lack what you have.”

He stepped forward until they stood nose-to-nose, their auras clashing like colliding stars. “I’ll give you my authority on one condition.”

“Name it.”

“When the time comes,” Kong Xuan whispered, galaxies swirling violently in his eyes, “you let me watch as Nian Shi dies.”

The hatred in those words made even Heaven Sunderer tremble.

Yun Lintian didn’t hesitate. “You’ll do more than watch. You’ll help me gut him.”

A savage grin split Kong Xuan’s face. He raised both hands—

—and the Infinite Realm exploded into swirling spatial energy.

“Then let’s begin!”

Kong Xuan’s hands glowed with cosmic energy as spatial power gathered between them. The Infinite Realm trembled, its floating islands cracking under the pressure.

“Don’t resist,” Kong Xuan warned. “This will hurt.”

Yun Lintian stood firm, gripping Heaven Sunderer. “Do it.”

The God of Space thrust his palms forward—

—and time froze.

The swirling spatial energy halted mid-motion. Qing Yun’s flowing robes stiffened like stone. Linlin and Qingqing became statues, their expressions frozen in shock. Even the fractured islands stopped drifting.

Only Kong Xuan moved, his eyes widening in recognition. “Nian Shi!”

A blade of condensed time materialized from nothingness, aimed straight at Yun Lintian’s heart.

Kong Xuan snarled. With a flick of his wrist, space folded—

Clang!

The temporal blade shattered against an invisible spatial barrier inches from Yun Lintian’s chest.

“Hah!” Kong Xuan laughed coldly. “You actually dared show your face here, coward!”

A voice echoed from the void, smooth as poisoned honey:

“Did you think I’d let you hand your power to my greatest threat, old friend?”

Nian Shi’s presence permeated the frozen time like ink in water—everywhere and nowhere.

Kong Xuan’s galaxy eyes burned with hatred. “Friend? After what you did to Ling’er?”

“Ah yes, your precious daughter.” Nian Shi’s voice dripped mockery. “Tell me, Kong Xuan—did she scream when the Heavenly Tribulation tore her apart? I couldn’t quite hear over the thunder.”

The Infinite Realm quaked as Kong Xuan’s fury warped reality. “I’ll rip your throat out through time itself!”

“You’ve tried. And failed.” Nian Shi chuckled. “But by all means—let’s dance again.”

Invisible temporal blades materialized from all directions. Kong Xuan moved like lightning, twisting space to intercept each strike. The frozen realm became a battlefield of clashing spatial and temporal forces—neither god able to land a decisive blow.

Then—

“Hm?” Nian Shi’s voice registered surprise.

Yun Lintian stepped forward, Heaven Sunderer gleaming crimson.

Time was frozen.

Yet he moved.

Kong Xuan was surprised. “Oh?”

Yun Lintian didn’t answer. The Tree of Life in his Divine Core pulsed, its roots digging deeper into his soul. The golden scales of Balance shimmered in his eyes—adapting, evolving.

Nian Shi’s presence recoiled. “Impossible! No one resists my temporal—”

Yun Lintian swung Heaven Sunderer.

BOOM!

The greatsword tore through frozen time like paper, its edge carving a crimson scar across reality itself. Somewhere in the void, Nian Shi hissed in pain.

“Interesting.” Kong Xuan’s lips curled into a vicious smile. “Seems your time tricks don’t work on him, Nian Shi.”

Silence.

Then—laughter.

“Oh, this is delightful.” Nian Shi’s voice dripped amusement. “The little variable grows teeth. But tell me, boy—can you protect them all?”

The frozen time shattered—

—revealing a temporal blade already piercing toward Qing Yun’s frozen form.

Yun Lintian moved without thinking. Heaven Sunderer flashed—

Clang!

The temporal blade shattered, but the backlash sent Yun Lintian skidding back. Blood dripped from his nose—resisting time itself came at a cost…