Myth Beyond Heaven

“You talk of peace,” Yun Lintian continued, “but all you’ve done is perpetuate suffering. You corrupted my friends. You tortured their souls. Where’s the peace in that?”

The Ghost Knight remained silent for a long moment. Then—

“Fine.” He raised his hands, and the death energy around him condensed into a swirling vortex. “If words won’t convince you, then let’s end this the old-fashioned way.”

The corrupted forms of Long Qingxuan and the others suddenly convulsed, the purification process halting as fresh death energy poured into them.

Yun Lintian’s eyes narrowed.

The Ghost Knight smirked beneath his mask. “What’s wrong? Thought you won?”

Yun Lintian didn’t respond. Instead, he raised the Heaven Sunderer again—but this time, the blade shone with both golden light and inky darkness. Creation and Destruction, perfectly balanced.

The Ghost Knight hesitated. “You wouldn’t—”

Yun Lintian struck.

Not at the Ghost Knight.

Not at his friends.

But at the very connection binding them.

The Heaven Sunderer’s blade cleaved through the invisible threads of death energy connecting the Abyssal Ghost Knight to his puppets. Unlike before, this strike carried no hesitation—only absolute precision.

Crack!

The sound wasn’t physical, but metaphysical—the shattering of bonds that should have been unbreakable.

Long Qingxuan’s draconic eyes, once clouded with death, suddenly cleared. Her knees buckled as she gasped, her true consciousness flooding back.

Linlin shuddered, the black lightning around her dissipating into nothingness.

Yue Zhihe, Long Chen, and Qian Jinglei collapsed to the ground, their bodies convulsing as the last remnants of corruption were forcibly expelled.

The Abyssal Ghost Knight stumbled back, his masked face twitching beneath the bone-white visage. “Impossible…!”

He raised a gloved hand, summoning another wave of death energy to reclaim his puppets—but the moment the darkness touched them, it simply… dissolved.

Yun Lintian’s power had rendered them immune.

The Ghost Knight’s fingers trembled. This wasn’t just purification—this was erasure of his influence at a fundamental level.

“You…” His voice, usually layered with mocking amusement, now carried a trace of something unfamiliar—dread. “You’ve stepped beyond the Primordial God Realm.”

Yun Lintian didn’t confirm or deny. He simply raised the Heaven Sunderer again.

The Ghost Knight wasn’t foolish enough to stay. In an instant, he tore open a spatial rift, his body blurring as he attempted to flee.

But—

BANG!

An invisible barrier of spatial law crushed the rift before it could fully form. The Ghost Knight whirled around, his masked face snapping toward Yun Lintian.

“You think spatial confinement will stop me?” he snarled. “I, too, possess the power of the God of Space!”

He unleashed his own spatial authority, attempting to overwrite Yun Lintian’s restrictions.

Yet nothing happened.

The Ghost Knight froze.

Yun Lintian took a step forward. “Did you really think I’d let you run?”

For the first time, the Abyssal Ghost Knight truly understood the gap between them.

Yun Lintian wasn’t just stronger—he had transcended the very framework of divine realms. His control over space wasn’t borrowed or inherited… it was absolute.

The Ghost Knight’s gloved hands clenched. “This isn’t over.”

Yun Lintian’s mismatched eyes gleamed. “Yes. It is.”

The Heaven Sunderer descended—not to kill, but to unmake.

“HOW DARE YOU?!”

The Abyssal Ghost Knight roared as death energy erupted from his body, forming a massive scythe of condensed annihilation in his hands. The weapon pulsed with the power to erase entire realms—yet Yun Lintian simply watched, unmoved.

With a furious slash, the Ghost Knight unleashed a wave of destruction capable of unraveling existence itself. The grey wasteland trembled as space itself frayed under the attack’s passage.

Yun Lintian raised the Heaven Sunderer.

Clang!

The collision should have shattered worlds. Instead, the death scythe’s energy dispersed like mist against stone. The Heaven Sunderer didn’t even tremble in Yun Lintian’s grip.

Before the Ghost Knight could react, Yun Lintian countered with a single, effortless swing.

BOOM!

The skeletal armor covering the Ghost Knight’s chest shattered instantly, the force sending him flying across the wasteland. He crashed through three mountain-sized boulders before skidding to a stop, his mask cracked and his robes torn.

Yun Lintian stepped forward slowly, each footfall echoing like a death knell. “All that talk of eternal peace,” he said calmly, “and in the end, you’re no different from Nian Shi.”

The Ghost Knight struggled to rise, his gloved hands digging into the earth. “You… understand nothing…”

“Don’t I?” Yun Lintian’s voice remained even. “Nian Shi wanted to control fate. You want to erase it. Both of you sought to impose your will on the universe—neither trusted life to find its own way.”

He raised the Heaven Sunderer again. “That’s not peace. That’s tyranny.”

Long Qingxuan watched with wide eyes as Yun Lintian advanced. The sheer ease with which he dominated the Ghost Knight—someone who had effortlessly corrupted five Primordial God-level experts—left her breathless.

Linlin, back in her bestial form, clutched her chest where the death energy had once festered. “Big Brother Yun… just how strong has he become?”

Yue Zhihe, Long Chen, and Qian Jinglei could only stare in silent shock. The power Yun Lintian displayed wasn’t just beyond them—it was beyond anything they’d ever imagined.

The Abyssal Ghost Knight spat blackened blood, his mask now half-broken to reveal a twisted smirk. “You think this changes anything? Even if you kill me, the cycle continues. Another will rise. Another will seek to end it all.”

Yun Lintian stopped before him, the Heaven Sunderer’s tip hovering at his throat. “Maybe. But they’ll fail too.”

PAH!

The Heaven Sunderer’s tip flicked upward, catching the edge of the Abyssal Ghost Knight’s cracked mask. With a sharp twist, Yun Lintian sent the skeletal visage flying—revealing a face that froze his blood.

Pale skin. Cold, calculating eyes. A smirk that had once offered him aid in another timeline.

“Mo Ling.”

The name left Yun Lintian’s lips like a curse.

This was the God of Death from Hei Xuan’s timeline—the one who had given him the Temporal Hourglass. The one who had enabled his journey across worlds.

Mo Ling’s lips curled into that same familiar, mocking smile. “Surprised?”

Behind Yun Lintian, Long Qingxuan gasped. Linlin’s claws unsheathed instinctively.

Mo Ling chuckled, wiping blackened blood from his chin. “Everyone thinks I’m on the ’righteous’ side. But why should I be?” His eyes gleamed with ancient malice. “I am the Primordial God of Death. The pinnacle of existence. Why would I give my power to you like some pathetic martyr?”