Myth Beyond Heaven

The Dragon Gods arrived too late.

Long Xi’s draconic form erupted in white light as she unleashed her full power, but even her divine might could only slow the collapse.

“We can’t stop it!” Long Yi roared, his body straining against the chaotic tide.

Long Xi’s eyes burned with desperation.

“Lintian… hurry!”

BANG!

The Primal Chaos Wall shattered completely.

A tidal wave of chaotic energy surged into the Primal Chaos, devouring everything in its path. The sky turned black, the earth trembled, and the very air screamed as reality itself was rewritten.

The moment the Primal Chaos Wall shattered, the creatures of Chaos poured forth like a black tide.

Shadow Demons slithered through the cracks in reality, their forms shifting between solid and smoke. Their eyes burned with hollow hunger, their clawed hands tearing at the very fabric of space.

Void Creatures, monstrous beings of twisted flesh and exposed bone, lumbered forward. Each step they took caused the ground to wither, life itself draining from the world around them.

And worse—things without name, without form, things that should not exist.

Long Xi and the Dragon God Ancestors were the first to meet them.

“Dragon God Formation!” Long Yi roared.

The four golden dragons unleashed their divine might, their combined power forming a barrier of blazing light. The first wave of Shadow Demons crashed against it—and burned to ash.

But for every one that fell, ten more took its place.

“There’s too many!” Long San snarled, his claws ripping through a Void Creature’s throat. Black blood sprayed, sizzling where it touched his scales.

Long Xi’s eyes darted to the masked man, who stood motionless atop the ruins of the Wall, watching.

He hadn’t even moved.

And that terrified her more than the horde.

Swoosh!

Just as the Dragon Gods’ barrier began to crack under the endless assault—

“Misty Cloud Sword Formation!”

A chorus of clear voices rang out like silver bells.

Thousands of sword lights tore through the sky, raining down upon the Chaos creatures. The ground trembled as the Misty Cloud Sect’s disciples landed in perfect formation—all women, their white robes fluttering like snow in the wind.

At their head stood Yun Ruanyu, the First Elder, her sword gleaming with icy light.

“Sect Master Yun’s orders!” she declared. “Hold this line at all costs!”

The disciples moved as one, their swords weaving an impenetrable net of sword beam. Shadow Demons shrieked as they were bisected mid-leap. Void Creatures stumbled, their limbs severed before they could react.

For a moment—just a moment—the tide slowed.

Buzz—

Suddenly, a silver crescent moon split the battlefield in half.

Yue Yun descended like a goddess of war, her Moon Staff carving arcs of destruction through the horde. Behind her, Yun Qianxue’s frost aura turned the air to ice, freezing entire packs of Shadow Demons solid before shattering them with a thought.

Lin Xinyao’s sword danced, each stroke precise, each movement lethal.

Han Bingling’s snowstorm rained down, sweeping the battlefield.

Shen Liqiu and Ye Ling fought back-to-back, their twin blades a whirlwind of death.

Yang Ningchang’s arrows never missed, each one piercing a Void Creature’s core.

Lynn’s spatial blades cut through dimensions, severing creatures that shouldn’t even be able to be cut.

With their arrival, the tide began to turn.

Through it all, the masked man remained still.

His hands clasped behind his back, his featureless face tilted slightly as if observing an interesting play.

“Futile,” he murmured.

With a single step, he vanished—

—and reappeared directly before Yue Yun.

Her staff met his palm with a thunderous BOOM!

The shockwave sent both armies stumbling back.

Yue Yun’s arms trembled. Her brow furrowed tightly.

The masked man hadn’t even used a technique.

He had simply stopped her full-power strike with one hand.

“You are strong,” he acknowledged. “But you are not him.”

Yue Yun’s eyes burned. “I don’t need to be.”

She twisted her staff—

—and the moon itself answered her call.

BOOM!

The starry void trembled as two figures clashed amidst swirling nebulae. No ground beneath their feet, no sky above – only the endless cosmos witnessing their battle.

Yue Yun’s hair flowed like liquid moonlight as she pivoted mid-air, her Moon Staff leaving trails of condensed starlight. Azure scales shimmered across her left arm while her right hand ended in razor-sharp claws. Crimson phoenix wings spread behind her, each feather burning with rebirth flames.

The masked man floated calmly, his black robes undisturbed by cosmic winds. When Yue Yun’s staff came down like a falling star, he simply raised a single finger.

BOOM!

The impact sent shockwaves rippling through nearby asteroid belts, reducing them to cosmic dust.

“You’ve inherited most of your father’s power,” the masked man observed, his voice devoid of surprise. His featureless mask reflected the glow of distant supernovas. “But still not enough.”

Yue Yun didn’t respond. Her golden-crow eye saw the subtle temporal distortions around his body – the way space itself bent to avoid his presence. She adjusted her grip on the staff, feeling the vermilion flames lick up its length.

A sudden thrust.

The masked man tilted his head slightly, allowing the burning staff to pass millimeters from his mask.

Yue Yun’s black turtle shell manifested just as his counterstrike came – a palm strike that would have shattered planets. The cosmic void echoed with the impact, but her defense held.

Back and forth they danced – strikes and counters moving faster than dying stars could collapse. Each clash sent pulses of energy through the fabric of space-time.

Just as their battle reached equilibrium, the void tore open.

Wooooo—

First came the sound – the mournful wail of ancient war horns. Then the sight – millions of spectral warriors pouring forth like a silver tide. The Netherworld’s army had arrived, their ghostly formations cutting through Chaos creatures like scythes through wheat.

At their forefront streaked a figure in obsidian armor – Hell Asura. His black spear left trails of annihilated space as he carved through the battlefield, his crimson eyes locking onto the masked man with murderous intent.

Yue Yun saw the opening.

Her phoenix wings flared as she channeled all six bloodlines into one perfect strike. The Moon Staff became pure condensed stellar energy, its light outshining nearby galaxies.

Simultaneously, Hell Asura’s spear pierced through the void from behind.

The masked man didn’t dodge.

Instead, he finally raised both hands.

“Still not enough.”

Space folded. Time twisted.

The combined attacks froze inches from his body, trapped in a bubble of distorted reality…