Myth Beyond Heaven

“It was all hers to begin with,” Yun Lintian stated, his words falling like stones. “The Creator. The one you betrayed and killed. The power you used to scheme, to manipulate, to end countless lives… it was a gift from her. A fragment of her authority that you twisted for your own ends.”

He straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the devastated cosmos. “And now, it’s time I took it all back. On her behalf.”

Nian Shi could only watch, paralyzed, as Yun Lintian’s hand reached out. It did not touch Nian Shi. Instead, it hovered over the Blade of Eternity, which had fallen from Nian Shi’s grasp and lay floating nearby.

The mighty weapon, a symbol of Nian Shi’s power across countless timelines, began to tremble. Then, with a sound like shattering crystal, it cracked. Fracture lines spread across its length before it exploded into a million glittering shards of silvery light. The shards hung in the air for a moment before dissolving into nothingness. The Blade of Eternity was no more.

Then, Yun Lintian turned his attention back to Nian Shi.

He didn’t use a weapon. He used his hands.

He reached down and grabbed Nian Shi’s right arm. There was a sickening CRACK as he methodically snapped the bone, not with a burst of energy, but with brutal, physical force. Nian Shi gasped, a silent scream of agony trapped in his throat.

“This is for Yaoyao,” Yun Lintian said, his voice still terrifyingly calm.

He moved to the left arm. CRACK. “For Qianxue.” Google seaʀᴄh novelꜰire.net

He shifted to the right leg, breaking it at the knee with a ruthless twist. SNAP. “For Yun’er.”

Then the left leg. CRACK. “For all the others you erased.”

Each break was a cold, calculated act of vengeance. It was not the rage of a madman; it was the deliberate, methodical settling of a debt. He was making Nian Shi feel a fraction of the physical destruction he had wrought.

It was at this moment that Tantai Lanling, who had been watching in petrified horror, finally broke. Seeing her master, the being she had worshipped as the new supreme god, being broken like a doll, shattered her fear into desperate fury.

“LEAVE MY MASTER ALONE!” she screamed, gathering all the power Nian Shi had bestowed upon her. She became a comet of golden Order energy, shooting towards Yun Lintian’s back in a suicidal attack.

Yun Lintian didn’t even turn around. He didn’t need to.

“Deal with her,” he said, his tone dismissive, as if swatting a fly.

The God Slaying Sword, which had been hovering obediently at his side, hummed in acknowledgment. It shot forward, not with a grand technique, but with a simple, precise thrust.

Tantai Lanling’s golden aura, her powerful attacks, her very existence—they meant nothing. The sword passed through her defenses as if they weren’t there and pierced her heart.

Puff!

She stopped mid-flight, her eyes widening in utter disbelief. She looked down at the obsidian blade protruding from her chest, then back at Yun Lintian’s unconcerned back.

Her lips moved, but no sound came out. The light of fanatical devotion in her eyes extinguished, replaced by the blank stare of death. Her body then dissolved into motes of golden light, which were silently absorbed by the God Slaying Sword.

Yun Lintian paid her no more mind. His focus was entirely on the broken form of Nian Shi.

The torture continued. He didn’t just break limbs; he systematically dismantled Nian Shi’s physical form, piece by piece, each act accompanied by a cold, quiet statement of the life it avenged. It was a grim, horrifying spectacle, the repayment of a cosmic debt in the most visceral way possible.

When Nian Shi was reduced to a broken, barely conscious wreck, his body a testament to his utter defeat, Yun Lintian finally stopped.

He looked down at the ruin of the God of Time.

“Goodbye, Nian Shi,” Yun Lintian said, his voice devoid of any emotion. “Your time is over.”

As Yun Lintian’s hand descended towards his forehead, a final, desperate surge of will broke through Nian Shi’s broken body. It wasn’t a surge of power—that was still locked away by Yun Lintian’s authority—but a surge of pure, undiluted defiance, the last scream of a dying ego that refused to accept its end.

“NOOOOOO!” The scream tore from Nian Shi’s throat, a raw, ragged sound filled with horror, madness, and a bottomless well of injustice. “I REFUSE! I REFUSE TO DIE LIKE THIS!”

His silver eyes, clouded with pain, blazed with a final, insane light. He stared up at Yun Lintian, not with pleading, but with a venomous, bewildered fury.

“WHY?!” he shrieked, spitting blood. “WHY YOU?! It should be me! I schemed for eons! I endured! I sacrificed everything! I was patient! I was the one who ended the Creator! I deserve this victory! I deserve to rule! THIS IS UNFAIR!”

His words were the deluded logic of a megalomaniac who had convinced himself that his ambition was a righteous cause. He truly believed that his countless betrayals and murders were the necessary price for a throne he was entitled to.

Yun Lintian’s hand paused an inch from Nian Shi’s forehead. He looked down at the raving god, his expression unchanged, his calm a stark contrast to the hysterical fury beneath him.

“Unfair?” Yun Lintian’s voice was quiet, yet it cut through Nian Shi’s screams like a blade of ice. “It has always been fair.”

Nian Shi’s ranting faltered for a second, his mad eyes widening in confusion.

“You schemed, yes,” Yun Lintian continued, his tone flat, analytical. “You were patient. You were ruthless. And you lost.”

He leaned closer, his gaze holding Nian Shi’s. “That is all. There is no grand cosmic injustice. You gambled everything on a plan, and your plan failed. You bet on your cunning against fate, and fate chose me. There is no ‘deserve’. There is only victory and defeat. You lost. Nothing more, nothing less.”

The simplicity and brutal truth of the statement was more devastating than any physical blow. It stripped away Nian Shi’s last illusion, the narrative of entitlement he had built over millennia. He wasn’t a tragic hero wronged by fate; he was a failed villain. A loser.

A strange, gurgling sound escaped Nian Shi’s lips, a mixture of a sob and a snarl. The madness in his eyes deepened, but now it was tinged with a horrifying clarity—the clarity of absolute despair.

“Lose…? I… lose…?” he whispered, as if tasting the most poisonous word in existence.

Yun Lintian did not give him another moment to comprehend his failure. The time for words was over.

“Now,” Yun Lintian said, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “It ends.”