Myth Beyond Heaven

Yun Lintian sighed. Perhaps he was the only one in this universe who was being taken care of from the beginning to the end.

But understanding the destination was one thing; finding the path was another. Yun Lintian’s expression turned solemn as he confronted the practical reality. The scrolls pointed toward balance between Creation and Uncreation, but offered no concrete methods to achieve it.

He paced through the library’s aisles, his mind racing through possibilities. “The Profound Vein can handle both forces… but how do I actually wield Uncreation without being consumed by it?”

The answer, when it came, was both obvious and terrifying: he needed to study Uncreation directly. And there was only one reliable source available—the power he had been absorbing from slain Primordial Gods.

Many of them had been corrupted by Yin’s influence, their divine essences tainted with Uncreation energy. He had been purifying that energy as he absorbed it, but what if he stopped purifying? What if he deliberately absorbed the Uncreation aspects as well?

The risk was enormous. Previous attempts to handle Uncreation energy had nearly destroyed him. But now, with the Creator’s wisdom and his father’s guidance, perhaps he could find a way.

“Lynn, compile all records of Uncreation energy manifestations and absorption attempts.”

“Compiling…” The AI’s lights danced across the library as she gathered information. “Warning: 97% of recorded attempts resulted in catastrophic failure. Subjects experienced complete spiritual dissolution or transformation into mindless vessels of Uncreation.”

Yun Lintian’s jaw tightened. Those weren’t encouraging odds. But he noticed something—the 3% who survived had shared common factors: extremely strong spiritual foundations, experience with both creation and destruction energies, and…

His eyes widened. “Lynn, cross-reference the successful cases with records of the Profound Vein of All Creation.”

“Processing… Match found. All successful subjects possessed either the complete Profound Vein or fragments of it.”

Of course. The Profound Vein wasn’t just a power source—it was the key to balancing the forces. His father and Yun Tian must have known this when they designed his path.

The problem was… how could he utilize it fully?

Yun Lintian took a deep breath and plunged himself into a researching mode.

Days turned into weeks within the library’s timeless confines. Yun Lintian’s form grew gaunt, his eyes bloodshot from endless study.

Mountains of scrolls surrounded him—every text on energy absorption, refinement, and balance that the vast collection contained.

His hair fell in disheveled strands across his face, but he brushed them aside absently, his focus entirely consumed by his impossible quest.

Linlin and Qingqing visited often, their small faces etched with concern. They would leave plates of spiritual fruits that went untouched, their whispers of “Big Brother Yun” falling on deaf ears.

Long Qingxuan came too, watching silently from the doorway with sorrowful eyes. The man they loved was disappearing into an obsession, and they could only watch helplessly.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Yun Lintian reached the last scroll. His hands trembled as he unrolled it, his eyes scanning the familiar contents—another variation of energy balancing he had already rejected. With a defeated sigh, he let the scroll fall from his numb fingers.

“It’s impossible…” he whispered hoarsely, collapsing onto the cold library floor.

He stared blankly at the ceiling high above, his mind echoing with the same conclusion from every text: true balance between Creation and Uncreation was theoretically possible but practically unachievable.

The risks always outweighed the benefits; the energy requirements were astronomical; the control needed was beyond any recorded being’s capabilities.

“Lynn,” he murmured subconsciously, “is there really no way?”

“Negative, Master,” the AI responded immediately. “No recorded method exists for achieving perfect balance between primordial opposing forces.”

Yun Lintian chuckled bitterly. “Right… why am I asking you?”

Lynn could only work with existing data—she couldn’t innovate solutions to problems that had never been solved.

He closed his eyes, exhaustion washing over him. Memories flooded his mind—his first days at Misty Cloud Sect, naive and weak. His journey through the Mythical Realm, wide-eyed with wonder. Leaving Heavenly Fortune Kingdom, his heart full of determination. Meeting Lin Xinyao, whom he didn’t know that she was a reincarnation of his beloved Xia Yao. Lin Zixuan’s stern guidance. His senior sisters’ playful teasing. The Divine Realm’s breathtaking wonders…

It all felt like a dream now. How had that young, uncertain boy become someone standing at the universe’s ceiling, grappling with forces that shaped reality itself?

Just as despair threatened to consume him, his fingers brushed against the simple spatial ring on his finger—the one his mother had given him through Yun Qianxue.

Yun Lintian suddenly opened his eyes and brought his hand to his eyes.

That’s right… This ring.

The ring had been with him since the beginning, saving his life multiple times with its protective energies. Yun Lintian had overlooked it. Even after he becoming a True God, he had never truly inspected it.

On impulse, he channeled the Power of Life into it—not with any purpose, but simply seeking comfort in this connection to his mother.

The reaction was immediate and unprecedented.

The ring glowed with warm, golden light, and a voice he hadn’t heard since childhood filled the air—soft, melodic, and overflowing with love.

“My son,” the voice of Yun Wushuang spoke. “I’m so proud of you. You’ve come further than I ever dreamed possible.”

Yun Lintian’s breath caught. “Mother?”

“I know you’re struggling with balance,” the voice continued, as if answering his unspoken thoughts. “You understand the theory—chaos born from creation and destruction’s union. But you’ve hit the limit of what conventional understanding can achieve.”

Perhaps he had been keeping everything for himself for too long, tears immediately welled in Yun Lintian’s eyes. After all this time, his mother was still guiding him.

“The secret,” she said gently, “isn’t to balance the forces externally. It’s to become the balance itself.”

The ring’s glow intensified, projecting images into his mind—not techniques or formulas, but concepts. The Profound Vein wasn’t a tool to control energy; it was a template for becoming something new. Something that could hold opposites in harmony by transcending their very nature.

“Think of your journey,” his mother’s voice urged. “You’ve already done this countless times—balancing opposing elements, reconciling conflicting truths. The principle is the same, just on a grander scale.”

Yun Lintian got up into a sitting posture and wiped the tears away. His mind raced as understanding dawned.

He had been approaching this wrong—trying to force balance through control and manipulation. But true balance couldn’t be forced; it had to be embodied.

The Power of Chaos he had wielded before was indeed a primitive form of this balance. But to achieve the true, primordial balance between Creation and Uncreation, he needed to go further.

He needed to stop seeing them as separate forces to be managed and start experiencing them as complementary aspects of a greater whole…