Myth Beyond Heaven

ROAR!

A chorus of bestial cries erupted from Yun Lintian’s Soul Ocean as the eight Divine Beast souls underwent their own transformations.

Their power had grown exponentially—not just individually, but as a collective.

Yun Lintian’s body trembled as the transformation reached its peak. The power surging through him wasn’t just energy—it was law, it was concept, it was the fundamental fabric of existence itself rewriting his very being.

His cultivation base, once at the peak of True God Realm, shattered its limits effortlessly.

Boom!

The soundless explosion of breakthrough echoed through his soul. Primordial God Realm—a realm only legends spoke of. Not just entered, but mastered instantly, reaching its absolute peak in one breath.

Yet Yun Lintian remained still, eyes closed, submerged in meditation. Time lost meaning. A day? A year? A century? In this state, it mattered not.

When Yun Lintian finally opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the silence.

Not absence of sound—but the absence of separation.

The power thrumming within him wasn’t something he used anymore. It was him.

He flexed his fingers, watching as reality itself rippled at the motion. A simple thought made flames dance across his palm—not summoned, but born from his will. Another thought turned them to flowing water, then to crackling lightning, then to fragments of space itself.

No incantations. No techniques. Just existence.

Then came the realization—

“This… This is the power of Creation.”

But simultaneously, he knew—

It was also the power of Destruction.

The duality shocked him. Creation belonged to the Creator. Destruction belonged to the Chasm. Yet both flowed through him now, perfectly balanced, perfectly harmonized.

“How…?”

Memories surfaced—the relics, the Seed of Time, all the fragments he’d collected over the years. He’d thought they were just inheritances, just tools.

But now he understood.

They were never given to him.

They were returning to him.

Yun Lintian looked at his Soul Ocean again.

The eight beast souls in his Soul Ocean had undergone unimaginable changes. They weren’t just stronger—they’d become archetypes, primordial manifestations of their respective domains.

And through their connection to Yun Lintian, they pulsed with both creative and destructive potential simultaneously.

Yun Lintian stood slowly, his movements causing reality to shudder.

“This power… It’s not just something I inherited.”

He gazed at his hands—hands that could now weave stars or unravel galaxies with equal ease.

“It’s something that was always meant to be mine.”

The implications were staggering. The Creator hadn’t just chosen him as a successor—she’d prepared him to become something more. Something that could wield both creation and destruction without contradiction.

But why?

The answer came in a flash—

“Balance.”

The Creator and the Chasm were two extremes. One could only create. One could only destroy.

But Yun Lintian…

He could do both.

Yun Lintian clenched his fists, feeling the dual powers of creation and destruction swirling within him like twin dragons. Every memory, every move—Yun Tian’s sacrifice, his parents’ suffering, the God of Fate’s meticulous planning—it all made sense now.

“They weren’t preparing me to replace the Creator… They were forging me into something entirely new.”

A being who could finally break the eternal stalemate between creation and destruction.

Without hesitation, Yun Lintian began testing his newfound power in the endless dark space.

He extended his palm. A single thought manifested—

A tiny star burst to life above his hand, its golden light piercing the darkness. Not an illusion. Not energy shaped like a star. A real celestial body, born from his will alone.

Yun Lintian watched as the miniature sun stabilized itself, nuclear reactions perfectly balanced.

A flick of his finger.

The star unmade itself—not exploding, not collapsing, but simply ceasing to exist as if it had never been. No residual energy. No shockwaves. Just… gone.

Yun Lintian paused for a moment and continued.

This time, he created and destroyed simultaneously.

On his left palm, a blooming flower forged from stardust appeared.

On his right palm, the same flower dissolving into nothingness.

The cycle repeated faster and faster until creation and destruction became one seamless motion—a perpetual dance of existence and oblivion.

“This power…” Yun Lintian’s eyes burned with realization. “No wonder no one could wield it.”

A lesser mind would have gone mad. A lesser soul would have been torn apart. Yun Lintian didn’t expect him to be able to wield it.

Time became irrelevant as Yun Lintian pushed his limits.

He created entire galaxies in one breath, then erased them in the next.

He created a star with living beings inside and observed them.

He manipulated time itself, aging and rejuvenating matter at will Uploaded by the M|V|L(EMPYR) team.

Each test revealed new depths to his power.

First, Creation Without Thought—matters could form from his subconscious desires.

Second, Destruction Without Resistance—even conceptual things like distance and pain could be unmade.

Third, the Balance—he discovered a third state where creation and destruction balanced so perfectly that reality entered quantum stasis

But with each breakthrough came sobering realizations.

“This is why the Creator couldn’t defeat the Chasm… and why the Chasm couldn’t destroy the Creator.”

They were locked in eternal opposition.

But Yun Lintian?

He could transcend it.

Exhaling a long breath, Yun Lintian calmed down.

“So… What am I now?” he muttered to himself in confusion. “Am I a new Creator now?… No, my power should be more deeper, right? After all, the Creator couldn’t control the destruction completely.”

At this moment, the darkness rippled as the shadowy figure materialized before Yun Lintian once more. Its male voice echoed through the void, deeper than before.

“Now you understand what you truly are.”

Yun Lintian met the figure’s gaze—or where its eyes should be. There was no face, no features, just endless void. Yet he felt its stare like a physical weight.

“A weapon,” Yun Lintian said quietly. “The ultimate weapon to end the endless cycle.”

He flexed his hands, watching cosmic energy dance between his fingers. He felt no pride, no arrogance at wielding such power. Only cold certainty.

The shadowy figure remained silent for a long moment. Though it had no expression, Yun Lintian sensed something unexpected—

Pity.

Concern.

“Who are you really?” Yun Lintian demanded.

The figure didn’t answer. Instead, it raised one shadow-cloaked arm.

“Your time here is done.”

Before Yun Lintian could react, the darkness shattered like glass—

Light assaulted Yun Lintian’s vision. The sterile void was gone, replaced by…

Ruins.

The Temporal Palace lay in shattered fragments, its once-glorious structures reduced to moss-covered rubble. Vines thicker than a man’s arm snaked through broken pillars. Ancient trees had grown through collapsed walls, their roots cradling debris like relics.

The air smelled of damp earth and deep time.

Yun Lintian’s heart froze.

“How long…has it passed?”