Myth Beyond Heaven

Yun Lintian’s entire body trembled violently, his arms tightening around Long Qingxuan until his muscles ached.

A million years. A million years trapped in this prison, alone, with her memories twisted and stolen from her. His throat constricted, his vision blurring as a hot, suffocating pressure built behind his eyes.

“Qingxuan, I…” His voice broke, raw and shattered.

Long Qingxuan gently pressed her palm against his chest, right over his pounding heart. She could feel it—the storm of emotions raging inside him: guilt like a blade twisting in his ribs, grief like a wildfire scorching his lungs, fury like thunder cracking his bones apart.

She smiled softly, her fingers curling into his robes.

“It’s alright,” she whispered. “I’m here now. That’s all that matters.”

But Yun Lintian shook his head violently, his hands gripping her shoulders as if she might vanish. “No—it’s not alright! A million years… a million years of suffering because I wasn’t strong enough—”

“Shh.” Long Qingxuan pressed her forehead against his, her breath warm against his lips. “Listen to me. The past is the past. What matters is that you came for me. That you fought for me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, trembling slightly. “That you remembered me, even when I forgot myself.”

Yun Lintian’s breath hitched. The warmth of her skin against his, the familiar scent of rain and lotus that always clung to her—it was too much.

A sob tore from his throat, harsh and broken, as he crushed her against his chest. His tears fell freely now, soaking into her hair as he clung to her like a drowning man.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice muffled against her shoulder. “I’m so sorry…”

Long Qingxuan simply held him, her fingers carding gently through his hair as he shook in her arms.

She didn’t offer empty reassurances or dismiss his pain. She let him grieve—for the time they’d lost, for the suffering she’d endured, for the versions of themselves that had been torn apart across countless timelines.

After a long while, when Yun Lintian’s breathing had steadied, she pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. Her thumbs brushed away the remnants of his tears, her touch feather-light.

“Look at me,” she murmured.

Yun Lintian obeyed, his mismatched eyes still glistening.

Long Qingxuan’s lips curved into that familiar, mischievous smile he’d fallen in love with so long ago.

“You’ve gotten stronger,” she said, her voice laced with quiet pride. “Strong enough to break Nian Shi’s chains. Strong enough to face him now.” Her fingers traced the line of his jaw. “That’s what matters.”

Yun Lintian exhaled shakily, his hands sliding down to intertwine with hers. “We’ll face him together this time,” he vowed, his voice thick but steady. “No more running. No more deals.”

Long Qingxuan’s smile widened, her azure eyes gleaming with the same fierce determination he remembered.

“Together,” she agreed. Then, with a playful glint in her eye, she added, “But first—” She poked his chest sharply. “—you owe me a million years’ worth of hugs. Starting now.”

A startled laugh burst from Yun Lintian’s lips, the sound bright and warm amidst the ruins. He pulled her close again, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“As my lady commands,” he murmured, his voice finally light.

Around them, the battlefield lay in ruins, the remnants of Mirror Lake shimmering under the newly cleared sky.

The moment the storm dissipated, the suffocating pressure that had weighed upon the ruins finally lifted.

Tang Wei, Long Chen, Ling Xuan, and Xiong Ba—who had been trapped beneath the lake—collapsed to their knees, gasping for air. Their bodies trembled, their divine energy nearly depleted from resisting the terrifying aura of the two Dragon God Souls clashing above.

Tang Wei’s liquid form flickered weakly, his voice hoarse. “We… survived?”

Long Chen coughed up blood, his hands shaking as he wiped his lips. “If they had fought any longer…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. The answer was clear—none of them would have made it.

Xiong Ba, for once, was silent. His usual arrogance had been completely shattered. He stared blankly at the sky, where Yun Lintian and Long Qingxuan now stood embraced, their auras no longer clashing but harmonizing.

Ling Xuan let out a shaky breath, her dagger slipping from her numb fingers. “Just who is that man…?”

On the surface, Qian Jinglei, Nie Tong, and Xiong Yu barely managed to push themselves up from the rubble. Their robes were torn, their bodies littered with wounds from the stray shockwaves of the battle.

Xiong Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, his face twisted in disbelief. “Just the aftershocks of their auras nearly killed us…”

Nie Tong’s frost energy, normally unshakable, flickered weakly around her. Her usually cold eyes were wide with shock. “We are True Gods… yet compared to them, we are nothing more than ants.”

Qian Jinglei remained silent, her gaze fixed on Yun Lintian and Long Qingxuan. The sheer difference in power was staggering. She had always known Yun Lintian was strong, but this… this was beyond comprehension.

Linlin and Qingqing had been flung far back by the earlier shockwaves. Now that the storm had settled, they scrambled forward, their small faces filled with relief.

Linlin’s golden eyes gleamed as she leaped onto Yun Lintian’s shoulder with a huff. “Idiot! Do you know how worried we were?!”

Qingqing fluttered beside them, her green robes fluttering as she puffed her cheeks. “Big Brother Yun, you can’t just go berserk like that! What if you got hurt?!”

Yun Lintian blinked, momentarily pulled from his reunion with Long Qingxuan. He turned to the two little ones, his expression softening. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Long Qingxuan, still nestled in his arms, glanced at Linlin and Qingqing. Her azure eyes, now clear of rage, held a trace of gratitude. “Thank you… for stopping me earlier. If you hadn’t intervened, I might have hurt him even more.”

Linlin flicked her tail haughtily. “Hmph! Of course! Who else is going to keep this reckless man in check?”

Qingqing giggled, floating closer. “As long as you’re both okay now!”

Below, Yue Zhihe groaned as she pushed herself up from the rubble. Her body ached, her meridians strained from the earlier backlash, but miraculously, she was alive.

She looked up at the sky, where Yun Lintian stood with Long Qingxuan, their figures bathed in the soft glow of dawn. A small, genuine smile tugged at her lips.

Despite everything, despite the destruction and the pain, she couldn’t help but feel happy for him…