Myth Beyond Heaven

The curtain of moonlight shattered under the force of the white light, its radiant glow dissipating into the void. The abyss, once illuminated by Yue Yun’s power, was now bathed in a gentle yet overwhelming white radiance. The light was pure, carrying an aura of divine authority that seemed to suppress even the darkness itself.

Yao Huang, Mo Han, and Mo Qian, who had been desperately trying to escape, froze in their tracks. Their expressions shifted from panic to relief as they turned their gaze toward the source of the white light. Yao Huang, in particular, let out a sigh of relief, his pale face regaining a hint of color.

“You’re here,” Yao Huang said.

From the void above, a figure descended. She was clad in flowing white robes, her face obscured by a delicate white veil. Her presence was serene, yet it carried an undeniable weight, as if the very fabric of the universe bowed to her will. Her body radiated a gentle yet powerful white light, illuminating the abyss and pushing back the remnants of darkness.

Yue Yun’s eyes narrowed as she stared at the woman. She did not falter, her expression calm and composed, but there was a flicker of recognition in her gaze. The woman in white ignored Yao Huang and the others, her veiled face turning toward Yue Yun. The two women locked eyes, their auras clashing in a silent but intense confrontation.

“You must be the inheritor of the God of Light,” Yue Yun said, her voice steady and unwavering. “Or rather, you are Yao Xi, who has been missing for so long.”

The woman in white did not respond immediately. Her gaze remained fixed on Yue Yun, as if assessing her. The silence stretched for a moment before she finally spoke, her voice soft but carrying an undeniable authority.

“You are perceptive,” the woman said. “But my identity is of no concern to you.”

The four Dragon God Ancestors, who had been watching the scene unfold, were stunned. They had heard of Yao Xi from Yun Lintian’s accounts-a powerful figure who had disappeared in the Realm of Chaos, her fate unknown. To see her here, standing before them, was both shocking and unsettling.

“Yao Xi…” Long Er muttered, his voice filled with disbelief. “How is this possible?”

Yao Xi did not acknowledge Long Er’s words. Her attention remained focused on Yue Yun, as if the others were beneath her notice.

Yue Yun, however, was not intimidated. She took a step forward, her moonlight aura flaring as she confronted Yao Xi.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Yue Yun said, her voice calm but laced with accusation. “Yao Xi’s disappearance was no accident. She was either captured by the Lord of Chaos or Fan Shen. And now, it seems my suspicions were correct.”

Yao Xi’s veiled face remained expressionless, but there was a subtle shift in her aura, a flicker of something—anger, perhaps, or regret. She did not confirm nor deny Yue Yun’s words, but her silence spoke volumes.

Yao Huang, sensing the tension, quickly interjected. “Enough of this nonsense. Now that you are here. Together, we will crush you and the World Tree.”

Yue Yun’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. “You think her presence changes anything? Yao Xi may be powerful, but she is not invincible.”

Yao Xi finally turned her gaze toward Yao Huang, her voice cold and commanding. “Silence. You have already failed. Do not make things worse.”

Yao Huang’s expression darkened, but he did not dare to argue. He lowered his head, his fists clenched in frustration. Mo Han and Mo Qian, sensing the shift in power dynamics, remained silent, their eyes darting between Yao Xi and Yue Yun.

Yue Yun took another step forward, her moonlight aura intensifying. “Yao Xi, if you still have any semblance of your former self, you will step aside. The World Tree must be protected, and I will not allow you or anyone else to destroy it.”

Yao Xi’s veiled face turned back toward Yue Yun. For a moment, there was silence, as if she were considering Yue Yun’s words. But then, she raised her hand, and the white light around her surged, forming a massive orb of radiant energy.

“You speak of protection,” Yao Xi said, her voice calm but carrying an edge of coldness. “But you do not understand the true nature of this world. The World Tree is a relic of the past, a symbol of a balance that no longer exists. It must be destroyed so that a new order can rise.”

Yue Yun’s eyes narrowed. “A new order? One built on chaos and destruction? You have truly lost your way, Yao Xi.”

Yao Xi did not respond. Instead, she thrust her hand forward, and the orb of white light shot toward Yue Yun. The attack was swift and precise, its energy overwhelming. Yue Yun, however, was ready. She raised her hand, and a massive orb of moonlight materialized in front of her, colliding with Yao Xi’s attack.

BOOM!

The collision sent shockwaves rippling through the abyss. The two orbs of light clashed, their energies intertwining in a dazzling display of power. For a moment, it seemed as though neither side would gain the upper hand.

But then, Yue Yun’s moonlight began to push back against Yao Xi’s white light. The radiance of the moon, pure and unyielding, began to consume the white light, its energy spreading like

a wave.

Yao Xi’s veiled face remained expressionless, but there was a flicker of surprise in her aura. She had not expected Yue Yun to be able to counter her attack so easily. With a swift motion, she raised her other hand, and another orb of white light materialized, joining the first in its

assault.

Yue Yun, feeling the pressure, poured more power into her moonlight orb. The two forces clashed once more, their energies creating a whirlwind of light that illuminated the entire abyss.

Ning Yue and the Dragon Ancestors, watching from a distance, could only stare in awe. The battle between Yue Yun and Yao Xi was unlike anything they had ever seen. It was a clash of two titans, each wielding power that beyond the gods themselves.

Long Er, his golden eyes filled with determination, turned to Ning Yue. “We can’t just stand here. We have to help her.”

Ning Yue nodded, her expression resolute. But just as she was about to make a move, Yao Xi’s voice suddenly resounded.

“You possess a similar aura to him,” Yao Xi said as she stared at Yue Yun. “I see… You must be Yun Lintian’s daughter.”

“What!?” Ning Yue and the Dragon God Ancestors were stunned upon hearing this. They stared at Yue Yun with wide eyes, unable to process what they had just heard.