Myth Beyond Heaven

The white space remained silent for a long while after Yun Wuhan’s revelation. Long Xi and the others stood frozen, caught between understanding and horror at the lengths Yun Wuhan and Yun Wushuang had gone to for their son.

Long Qingxuan finally broke the silence, her voice trembling slightly. “Senior Yun… what can we truly do now? Our power is insignificant compared to Primordial Gods—let alone Nian Shi and Yin.” She clenched her fists. “We feel… useless.”

The spectral Yun Wuhan sighed softly. “What you think isn’t wrong. In terms of power, you are indeed insignificant in this battle.”

A ripple of discomfort passed through the group at his blunt words.

“But,” he continued, his gaze steady, “the one thing you can do—the most crucial role—is to remain Yun Lintian’s final anchor to his humanity. As long as he remembers you, as long as he still cares, he won’t completely abandon his human heart.”

Nantian Fengyu scoffed, her crimson eyes flashing. “What’s the point? Once we die, he’ll lose that humanity anyway.”

Yun Wuhan turned to her, his expression unreadable. “As I said before, you—the Divine Phoenix—will serve as the trigger to ensure he fulfills his potential completely when the time comes. Your death will be the catalyst that pushes him beyond his limits.”

Nantian Fengyu’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she said nothing more.

Yun Wuhan waved his hand, and the scene shifted again—back to Earth, to the quiet gravesite where Yun Wushuang stood alone after sending Yun Lintian away.

The spectral Yun Wuhan appeared silently beside her.

Yun Wushuang leaned against his shoulder, her voice barely a whisper. “Did we… make the right choice?”

Yun Wuhan wrapped an arm around her. “It must be right. This is the only path where he survives.”

They stood there for a long moment, the wind rustling through the trees around Xia Yao’s grave. Then Yun Wushuang reached up, touching her husband’s face with trembling fingers.

“Thank you,” she murmured, forcing a smile. “For your sacrifice.”

Yun Wuhan caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm.

“Compared to yours, mine is nothing.” His voice softened. “You have to stay behind. You have to watch him struggle, suffer… and do nothing. That torment is far worse than death.”

Yun Wushuang’s smile wavered, but she didn’t deny it.

The couple stood together on that quiet hillside, the wind carrying the scent of earth and grass between them.

Yun Wuhan traced his wife’s face gently, memorizing every contour as if it were the first and last time.

“It’s time,” he said softly.

Yun Wushuang’s emerald eyes shimmered, but she did not cry. Instead, she pulled him close, their lips meeting in a kiss that held eons of love, grief, and unspoken promises. When they parted, she pushed him away slightly—not with rejection, but with resolve.

“Go,” she whispered.

Yun Wuhan smiled. His gaze swept over the peaceful scenery—the rolling hills, the rustling trees, the distant city lights twinkling like fallen stars. “This place… it would have been good, wouldn’t it? To raise our son here. To live… just as mortals do.”

Yun Wushuang didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.

With a final look at his wife, Yun Wuhan tore open the fabric of reality. A swirling portal of silver and gold yawned before him, its depths humming with the power of the void. He stepped through without hesitation—

—and was gone.

Silence reclaimed the hillside. The trees rustled. The wind played with Yun Wushuang’s hair as she stood alone, her figure framed by the setting sun.

“Yes,” she murmured at last, her voice barely louder than the breeze. “This Earth… it would have been good.”

Then, with a single step forward, she too vanished from the world.

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Space rippled as Yun Wuhan stepped into an untouched timeline—one where the Primordial War had yet to begin, where the Primordial Gods still stood united. But he had not come for them.

His destination was a barren star floating in the void. With a wave of his hand, the power of the God of Elements surged forth.

Instantly, life blossomed where none had existed before—lush forests sprouted from barren rock, crystalline lakes formed in crater basins, and rare spirit herbs grew in abundance.

Secret realms materialized, hidden behind layers of spatial barriers, each containing trials and treasures meant for a future inheritor.

At the star’s core, he placed the Tower of Fate, concealing it beneath illusions so potent even Nian Shi would struggle to detect it.

Satisfied, Yun Wuhan vanished again.

In the starry void between realms, Yun Wuhan paused.

“Well, well, well.”

A cold, familiar voice slithered through the darkness.

“Look at how an anomaly appears where he shouldn’t be.”

Nian Shi.

Yun Wuhan’s body tensed visibly as he whirled around, his expression feigning shock. “How did you notice me? I concealed all traces of my presence!”

Nian Shi emerged from the void with effortless grace, his silver-gray robes fluttering despite the absence of wind. A playful smirk curled his lips as he regarded the God of Elements.

“Your concealment was adequate,” he admitted, tilting his head. “But nothing in this universe escapes time’s gaze forever.”

His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Now, why would the mighty God of Elements visit this particular timeline? Surely not for sightseeing?”

Yun Wuhan’s face hardened into a mask of solemn fury—a perfect act. Seven radiant swords materialized around him, each humming with the pure essence of an element.

Nian Shi’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Ah, the Seven Elemental Swords of Creation. How nostalgic.” His smirk widened. “Planning to warn the other Primordial Gods about my so-called ’schemes’?”

Yun Wuhan’s voice turned icy. “This time, I’ll end you.”

“End me? Hahaha!” Nian Shi laughed—a sound like shattering glass. “How naive. It seems you have forgotten the lesson I taught you back then.”

Yun Wuhan struck first.

The fire and ice swords shot forward in unison, intertwining into a devastating spiral.

Nian Shi flicked his wrist, freezing the attack midair. “Predictable.”

Before the words finished, the wind and lightning swords struck from behind—only to pierce empty space as Nian Shi vanished.

“Above you,” came the mocking whisper.

Swoosh!

Yun Wuhan barely dodged as temporal blades materialized where his neck had been. He quickly retaliated.

The earth sword split the void, creating gravitational distortions to hinder Nian Shi’s movements.

Yun Wuhan reached out to grab the metal sword and struck forward, aiming at Nian Shi’s heart.

Nian Shi smiled coldly and uttered. “Freeze.”

Instantly, the world stood still…