Myth Beyond Heaven

Yu Zheng’s expression turned grim, his eyes burning with a cold fury.

“You dare seek revenge against the Profound Mystery Sect?” he roared, his voice filled with a chilling intent. “You are even more foolish than I thought.”

He raised his hand, and a surge of energy erupted from his body, forming a swirling vortex of power. The surrounding cultivators, sensing the immense energy, retreated, their faces filled with apprehension.

“I will give you both one last chance,” Yu Zheng said, his voice laced with a chilling intent. “Leave now, and I may spare your lives. Otherwise, you will face the full wrath of the Profound Mystery Sect.”

Yun Lintian, observing Yu Zheng’s aggressive stance, simply shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“You misunderstand,” he said, his voice calm and steady, cutting through Yu Zheng’s threats. “I am not here to negotiate. I am here for blood.”

His words hung in the air, a chilling declaration of his intent. The surrounding cultivators, their faces pale, felt a wave of dread wash over them.

“Heh… Hehehe!” Yu Zheng laughed angrily upon hearing this. “Throughout my life, I have never seen anyone so bold like you. You are actually threatening us in our territory?”

Yun Lintian remained silent, his gaze fixed on Yu Zheng. He raised his hand, and a surge of energy erupted from his body, an aura so immense, so overwhelming, that it enveloped the entire sect.

The surrounding cultivators, their faces contorted in pain, felt their bodies grow heavy, their breaths shallow. They were suffocating, their energies suppressed by the sheer force of Yun Lintian’s aura.

Yu Zheng and the other elders, their faces changed immediately, struggled to maintain their composure. They had never felt such overwhelming pressure, such a suffocating sense of power. They were like ants before a mountain, their strength insignificant, their resistance futile.

“I will say this once,” Yun Lintian announced, his voice echoing through the sect, clear and resonant. “Those who do not wish to die, leave now. I will not pursue this matter further.”

The surrounding cultivators, their eyes filled with a mix of terror and desperation, looked towards Yu Zheng and the elders, seeking guidance.

Yu Zheng and the other elders, their faces contorted in anger, felt a surge of indignation. They had never been so humiliated, so utterly disregarded. To be given a chance to flee, to be spared from Yun Lintian’s wrath, was an insult to their pride, an affront to their authority.

“How dare you!?” Yu Zheng roared furiously.

The other elders echoed his sentiments, their voices filled with a mixture of rage and disbelief.

“Let’s kill him!”

“We don’t care who his master is. Kill him now!”

The surrounding cultivators, their faces pale, their bodies trembling, knew that they had no choice. They were bound to the sect, their lives intertwined with its fate. They would stand and fight, even if it meant their demise.

Yun Lintian sighed when he saw this. “You have chosen your fate. I will not show mercy.”

Buzz—

Yu Zheng, his eyes blazing with fury, activated the sect’s protective formation. A shimmering barrier of energy enveloped the Profound Mystery Sect, its power resonating with ancient force. This formation was a testament to the sect’s power, a barrier designed to withstand even the most powerful attacks.

“You think you can defeat us?” Yu Zheng roared, his voice echoing through the formation.

He and the other elders unleashed their power, their auras surging, their energies intertwining. They mobilized their mastery over the laws, their attacks imbued with the essence of their understanding of the profound laws.

Yun Lintian, observing their attacks, remained calm. He raised his left hand, and a barrier of pure energy materialized before him, its surface shimmering with a golden light. The attacks struck the barrier, but they were all shattered by its power.

BOOOOOM!

The collision of energies created a massive explosion, the shockwave rippling through the sect. The space around them cracked and split, and the air was filled with the sound of shattering ice and roaring flames.

The surrounding cultivators, their faces filled with a mix of awe and terror, watched the unfolding confrontation. They had never witnessed such a display of power, such a clash between formidable beings.

Yun Lintian, his expression unchanged, turned to Bai Ying. “I will leave those below to you.”

Bai Ying nodded. “I will not let them escape.”

Yun Lintian turned to look at Yu Zheng and the other elders. “You better call your master out before it’s too late.”

He raised his right hand, and the Frostmourne Spear materialized before him, its icy aura intensifying, its blade gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

The spear pulsed with power, its aura resonating with the strength of the God Mark of Water.

“Hah!”

With a powerful roar, Yun Lintian unleashed his power. The Frostmourne Spear became a whirlwind of motion, its blade cutting through the air with a speed that defied comprehension.

Yu Zheng and the other elders, their expressions frozen in shock, found themselves overwhelmed by the sheer power of Yun Lintian’s attack. They tried to defend themselves, to activate their protective barriers, but it was too late.

The Frostmourne Spear struck, its blade cutting through their defenses like a hot knife through butter. The icy aura surged through their bodies, creating a chilling explosion that consumed them entirely.

BOOM!

The shockwave from the explosion rippled through the sect, the space around them cracking and splitting, the air filled with the sound of shattering ice.

The Profound Mystery Sect’s protective formation, once a symbol of their strength, shattered under the force of Yun Lintian’s attack, its power dissipating into the void.

Yu Zheng and the other elders, their bodies disintegrated into ice particles, their energies dissipating into the air. They were no match for Yun Lintian’s power, their resistance futile, their demise swift and decisive.

“Ah…”

The surrounding cultivators, their faces filled with terror, watched the annihilation of their leaders.

Bai Ying, her eyes filled with a cold determination, prepared to fulfill her promise.

“RUN!”

The remaining cultivators of the Profound Mystery Sect, their faces etched with fear and despair, were no match for her power. They immediately scattered and ran away in all directions.

“Who dares disturb my sect?”

Suddenly, a cold voice echoed through the air, resonating with a chilling authority.

A figure materialized in the air, his aura radiating an immense power, his presence commanding absolute authority. It was a man of imposing stature, his eyes cold and piercing, his expression devoid of emotion.

It was the Profound Mystery God, Xuan Shen…