Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2989: The Hunt (1)

Under the “threat” from the silver-eyed goddess, Yun Lintian’s only response was to push harder.

The stalemate stretched—seconds feeling like eternities as raw power clashed against divine formation. Sweat beaded on the gods’ foreheads, their confidence wavering as Yun Lintian showed no signs of tiring.

The golden formation trembled violently as Yun Lintian’s aura continued pushing outward against the ten gods’ combined might. The very fabric of space around them distorted, unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure from both sides.

Just as the stalemate seemed unbreakable—

RIIIP!

Multiple spatial rifts tore open across the battlefield. From them emerged over twenty additional Primordial Gods, their divine auras shaking the heavens.

The original ten gods’ eyes widened in shock.

“You—” the lightning-armored god stammered.

One of the newcomers, a tall figure wreathed in blue flames, stepped forward. “We received the warning as well.” His cold gaze fell upon Yun Lintian. “So this is the one slaughtering our kind across timelines.”

Without hesitation, the new arrivals joined the formation, their power merging with the original ten. The golden light intensified tenfold, pressing down on Yun Lintian with enough force to obliterate entire realms.

The ground beneath Yun Lintian’s feet shattered, the very air around him screaming as it was compressed into nothingness. Yet—

He remained standing.

His aura, though suppressed by the overwhelming force, formed an impenetrable barrier inches from his body. No matter how the gods increased their pressure, they couldn’t break through that final distance.

“Impossible!” the silver-eyed goddess shrieked. “How is he still resisting?!”

The blue-flamed god’s expression darkened. “He shouldn’t be able to withstand thirty Primordial Gods’ combined suppression!”

Yun Lintian’s golden and dark eyes remained calm amidst the storm. Slowly, he raised his head to look at them—really look at them—for the first time.

Then he spoke, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

“This saved me a lot of time.”

Yun Lintian’s words hung in the air like a death sentence. Before the gathered gods could react, a black sword materialized before him—its blade darker than the void between stars, its edge humming with an ancient, hungry power.

The God Slaying Sword.

For some reason, the sword was dyed in black as if responded to Yun Lintian’s vengeance.

The moment it appeared, the golden suppression formation shuddered violently. The pressure bearing down on Yun Lintian was forcibly pushed back several meters, the runes flickering erratically as if recoiling in fear.

“That… that’s impossible!” the blue-flamed god gasped.

The silver-eyed goddess’s face paled. “The God Slaying Sword? No, why does it radiates with an aura of death?”

Murmurs of disbelief spread among the gods. Some of the older ones took involuntary steps back, their memories flashing to an era when that very blade had reaped countless divine lives.

Yun Lintian paid them no mind. His fingers stretched toward the hovering sword.

The instant his hand touched the hilt—

BOOM!

A shockwave of pure annihilation erupted outward. The golden formation shattered like glass, its fragments dissolving into nothingness. The thirty-plus Primordial Gods were sent flying, their divine blood spraying across the ruined battlefield.

The lightning-armored god crashed through three mountain ranges before skidding to a stop. “How?!” he coughed, his armor cracked and smoking.

Yun Lintian stood at the epicenter, the God Slaying Sword pulsing in his grip. His aura—now completely unrestrained—rose like a tidal wave, drowning the heavens in its shadow.

One of the elder gods, his beard singed from the backlash, whispered in horror, “The legends were true… That sword devours gods.”

Yun Lintian took a step forward.

The gods scrambled back.

Another step.

The bravest among them raised their weapons, their hands trembling.

Then—

The hunt resumed.

“Everyone, together!”

The battlefield trembled as thirty Primordial Gods moved in perfect synchronization. The blue-flamed god raised his hands, weaving strands of cosmic law into a net of celestial suppression.

Space itself crystallized around Yun Lintian, attempting to freeze him in a prison of solidified reality.

Yun Lintian’s golden eye pulsed. The Vermilion Bird’s flames erupted from his pores, burning away the spatial restraints like paper.

“Now!” the silver-eyed goddess shouted.

The God of Thunderclaps snapped his fingers. The concept of “sound” vanished from the battlefield, creating absolute silence where no technique could be chanted. Simultaneously, the God of Weight inverted gravity within a hundred-mile radius, causing mountains to float upward while attempting to crush Yun Lintian into the sky.

Yun Lintian’s black eye gleamed. The Black Turtle’s divine soul activated, creating a domain of absolute stillness around his body. Gravity normalized within his three-foot radius as he swung the God Slaying Sword horizontally. A crescent of annihilation sliced outward—

Only for the God of Mirrors to intercept it with a reflected reality, sending the attack bouncing back.

“Interesting,” Yun Lintian murmured. His voice shouldn’t have carried in the soundless void, yet it resonated directly in their primordial souls.

The coordinated assault continued. The God of Rust touched the air, and the very concept of “sharpness” began decaying—the God Slaying Sword’s edge dulling momentarily.

The God of Separation tore at the threads connecting Yun Lintian to his divine beasts’ powers, temporarily severing his access to two bloodlines.

Buzz—

Yun Lintian responded by activating the Golden Crow’s solar flare. Light so intense it burned concepts themselves erupted from his body, forcing several gods to shield their eyes. In that instant, he moved—

Not through space, but by erasing the distance between himself and the God of Rust. The dulled God Slaying Sword still punched through the god’s chest, its hunger undiminished by temporary constraints.

“Ghk—!” The God of Rust looked down in shock as his divine essence was devoured.

“Regroup!” the blue-flamed god commanded.

The remaining twenty-nine gods shifted formation. The God of Echoes created afterimages of each deity, multiplying their visible numbers tenfold. The God of Probability adjusted reality’s variables, making all their attacks simultaneously exist in “hit” and “miss” states until observation collapsed the possibility.

Yun Lintian’s eyes narrowed. He raised his free hand—

And summoned the Dragon God’s authority.

ROAR!

The Azure Dragon’s primal roar shattered the God of Echoes’ illusions. The White Tiger’s killing intent solidified reality, forcing the God of Probability’s tricks to resolve prematurely.

A god wearing starry robes—the Keeper of Orbital Laws—swung his arm. Seven dead suns materialized in perfect alignment, their gravitational force enough to tear apart atomic bonds. Yun Lintian found himself being pulled toward the stellar formation.

Instead of resisting, he let the God Slaying Sword drop—

And caught it with his other hand now wreathed in Qilin’s golden hooves.

BOOM!

The impact created a shockwave that disrupted the stellar alignment just long enough for him to flicker forward, bisecting the Keeper of Orbital Laws vertically.

Two down…