Myth Beyond Heaven

“Ugh! You…” Xuan Shen, his eyes wide with shock and pain, uttered in agony. He felt his Divine Core being assaulted, his power being drained, his very existence threatened.

He tried to unleash his power, but it was futile. He could feel his strength slowly leaving his body bit by bit.

Yun Lintian stared straight into Xuan Shen’s eyes and said indifferently, “To tell you the truth, I don’t have that many grudges against you. Our intersection is purely a coincidence. It can be said that you are unlucky to meet me.”

Xuan Shen, his body trembling, his expression contorted in pain, felt his life force fading away. He stared at Yun Lintian with hatred, fear, and confusion. He couldn’t understand why Yun Lintian targeted him.

Yun Lintian’s eyes suddenly lit up with an azure light, the power of the Dragon God Soul surging within him. He focused his mental energy, enhancing his power to an even greater degree.

With a mental roar, Yun Lintian invaded Xuan Shen’s soul ocean, a vast expanse of consciousness where memories and emotions resided. He plunged into the depths of Xuan Shen’s mind, drilling into his memories, searching for answers.

The soul ocean was a turbulent sea, filled with fragmented images and swirling emotions. Yun Lintian navigated through the chaos, his mental power acting as a beacon, guiding him towards the core of Xuan Shen’s being.

He witnessed scenes of Xuan Shen’s past: his rise to power, his interactions with the God of Darkness, the formation of the Profound Mystery Sect. He saw the sect’s expansion, its influence spreading across realms, its reputation as a benevolent force growing.

But as Yun Lintian delved deeper, he uncovered a darker truth. He saw the hidden motives behind Xuan Shen’s actions, the insidious plans concealed beneath the facade of benevolence. He saw the experiments, the cruel manipulations, the desire to transform mortals into creatures of darkness.

“Heh.” A sneer formed on Yun Lintian’s lips. The benevolent god, the protector of mortals, was nothing more than a puppet, a tool in the hands of the God of Darkness.

All the actions that the Profound Mystery Sect had committed, all the atrocities they had inflicted, were done under Xuan Shen’s direct orders.

The image of Xuan Shen as a kind god shattered. What was presented to the world was a lie. He was a monster who hid behind a mask of kindness.

“Just as I have expected,” Yun Lintian muttered, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. “How could your subordinates be evil without your permission?”

He focused his mental energy, amplifying the power of the Frostmourne Spear. He would finish this now, erase Xuan Shen’s existence from the realm.

“You wanted to experiment on mortals, transform them into creatures of darkness,” Yun Lintian said, his voice echoing through the collapsing pocket space. “You wanted to play god, to manipulate lives for your own twisted purposes.”

He paused for a moment and laughed. “How funny. You are actually nothing but a pawn, a tool of the God of Darkness.”

Xuan Shen, his body trembling, his expression contorted in pain, felt his soul being torn apart. He could feel Yun Lintian’s mental power invading his mind, exposing his secrets, shattering his illusions.

“You… you don’t understand,” Xuan Shen stammered, his voice weak and trembling. “I have no choice… No one can resist the Primordial Gods.”

Yun Lintian stared at him indifferently. “I won’t deny it. It is indeed the truth that a True God cannot resist the order from the Primordial God. But even so, you should at least have a backbone, fighting to the end. Or you can run into hiding. The God Realm is so vast. It’s not without a place for you.”

Xuan Shen wanted to say something, but no word came out of his mouth. Myriad emotions flashed across his mind. All the experiences since birth emerged before him like a movie.

It was at this moment that Xuan Shen realized how wrong he had been all these years.

Yun Lintian could see the remorse in Xuan Shen’s eyes, but he had no intention of sparing him. Even though he knew that Xuan Shen’s fall would create chaos in this realm and ordinary people would suffer, Yun Lintian didn’t think Xuan Shen was forgivable.

“You had so much time to think about it throughout your life, but you chose to turn a blind eye to it. Hopefully, you can be a good man in your next life.” Yun Lintian shook his head.

He unleashed a final surge of power, the Frostmourne Spear pulsing with an icy energy that shattered Xuan Shen’s soul. The pocket space collapsed, the distorted reality returning to normal.

Xuan Shen’s physical form disintegrated into particles of dark energy, his soul erased from existence. The Profound Mystery God, the master of the sect, the puppet of the God of Darkness, was gone.

With a wave of his hand, Yun Lintian dismissed the pocket space, the distorted reality snapping back into place.

Bai Ying and the remaining cultivators of the Profound Mystery Sect were left stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.

The Profound Mystery God, Xuan Shen, had vanished, leaving behind only his sword, its blade lying on the devastated ground. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind: Xuan Shen had fallen, his existence erased from the realm.

The cultivators, their faces pale, their bodies trembling, stared at the empty space where their god had stood. They couldn’t comprehend what had happened. The Profound Mystery God, their protector, their leader, was gone.

Bai Ying, her eyes filled with a mix of shock and satisfaction, stared at the fallen sword. A moment later, a sense of relief washed over her. The revenge she had sought for so long was finally within reach. The Bai Clan’s suffering, their annihilation, would be avenged.

Yun Lintian waved his hand, and the sword immediately flew towards him. Yun Lintian looked at it for a while and said, “Not bad. This should be useful for the time being.”

In fact, Yun Lintian missed the Heaven Piercing Sword so much. Although the Frostmourne Spear was not bad, it wasn’t enough for him to display his power. Xuan Shen’s sword could be temporarily used in the upcoming battle.

Yun Lintian turned to Bai Ying, his expression calm and steady. “Let’s clean up.”

Bai Ying’s eyes flashed with a fierce determination. She didn’t hesitate and unleashed her power, her aura surging, her energy radiating a chilling intent.

The remaining cultivators, their faces filled with terror, knew that their fate was sealed…