Myth Beyond Heaven

Nian Shi’s fury overrode his caution, his logic. The plan to overwhelm with numbers had failed spectacularly. There was only one path left: consolidation. Absolute, desperate consolidation.

“Since you wish to see my peak so badly,” Nian Shi snarled, his voice guttural with hate, “I WILL OBLIGE YOU! I will show you the true despair of facing a god who has nothing left to lose!”

He raised his arms high. “To me! All of you! Every last one! Converge!”

The command echoed across the timelines. The billions of Nian Shi copies surrounding him did not hesitate. They turned away from Yun Lintian and streamed towards the prime Nian Shi like rivers flowing into a sea.

They didn’t just merge; they were absorbed. Each copy, a being of significant power from its own timeline, dissolved into pure, silvery energy upon contact, flooding into the prime with a torrential force. The prime Nian Shi’s body swelled, his aura skyrocketing at a terrifying rate.

Yun Lintian did not move to interrupt. He simply watched, his expression unchanged. He had allowed Nian Shi to possess his body, to reach this point. He would allow him to gather all his strength now. He wanted to break Nian Shi not when he was weak, but when he was at his absolute, self-proclaimed peak.

He wanted to crush Nian Shi’s ambition, his pride, his very reason for existence, into dust. He wanted Nian Shi to experience the full, devastating weight of losing everything—his power, his plans, his future—just as Yun Lintian had lost everyone he loved.

The process was both magnificent and horrifying. Nian Shi’s form became a nexus of blinding, silvery light. The space around him warped and screamed under the immense pressure. The last vestiges of the injured universe groaned as a new, terrifying pressure descended.

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The light subsided, revealing Nian Shi.

He was still himself, but his presence was now immeasurable. His aura didn’t just fill the local space; it spread, washing over the entire universe, from its farthest, coldest edges to its most vibrant, reborn centers. Every living being, every star, every atom felt a new, heavy weight settle upon it. It was the weight of a new, supreme authority.

He had done it. Through the forced convergence of every version of himself across the multiverse, he had broken through the final barrier. He had reached the Creator Realm.

Nian Shi threw his head back and laughed, a mad, triumphant sound that was tinged with the strain of containing such immense power.

“SEE?!” he bellowed, his voice now layered with the echoes of billions of selves. “SEE WHAT I HAVE ACHIEVED?! I didn’t need your body after all! I have reached the pinnacle on my own! I am now a true Creator! Your power is obsolete!”

His madness was fueled by the intoxicating rush of ultimate power. He truly believed he had surpassed the need for Yun Lintian’s vessel.

From the far distance, where Yin was still nursing his terrible wound, a dry, disdainful laugh echoed.

“Fool,” Yin coughed, his voice weak but sharp with scorn. “You really are the most delusional being I have ever met. Do you truly believe you accomplished this by yourself?”

He gestured vaguely at the revitalized cosmos around them.

“If he,” Yin pointed a trembling finger at Yun Lintian, “had not truly ascended and become the new Creator, bringing boundless vitality back to this dead universe, the environmental ceiling would never have been raised. You would still be stuck at your old limit, no matter how many of your pathetic copies you devoured.”

“Your ‘great achievement’ is built on the foundation he laid. You are a parasite celebrating the strength of the host it feeds on.”

Nian Shi’s triumphant laughter died in his throat. His mad eyes snapped towards Yin, blazing with fury.

“SHUT UP!” he roared, the force of his voice making the void tremble. “You are next, you wretched void! Once I finish with him, I will ensure your end is slower and more painful than any you can imagine!”

Yin merely scoffed, too weakened to continue the argument. He focused his energy on stabilizing his injury, knowing the final act of this cosmic drama was about to play out, and he needed to be ready for the outcome.

Drunk on the intoxicating power of the Creator Realm, Nian Shi saw Yun Lintian not as an equal, but as a final obstacle to be crushed. The humiliation of the previous exchanges fueled a berserk fury. He would not use finesse; he would overwhelm with sheer, brutal force.

“DIE!” he roared, and lunged.

The Blade of Eternity in his hand blazed with a light that promised the end of all things. He didn’t swing it with technique; he simply poured his newfound cosmic-level power into it and hacked at Yun Lintian with wild, furious blows. Each swing carried the weight of a collapsing universe, aimed to erase Yun Lintian from the past, present, and future simultaneously.

In his other hand, the Hourglass of Beginnings glowed. He manipulated time itself around Yun Lintian, creating zones of accelerated decay where millennia passed in a second, and pockets of absolute stagnation where thought itself froze.

He was attacking on both physical and temporal fronts with the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

Yun Lintian faced the onslaught with a serenity that was unnerving. He held the God Slaying Sword loosely, its calm, sharp light a stark contrast to the berserk fury coming at him.

He didn’t meet force with force. He moved with an economy of motion that was beautiful and terrifying. When the Blade of Eternity came down, he would deflect it with the flat of his own blade, not blocking the power, but guiding it harmlessly past him, the force dissipating into the void.

The swings that could shatter galaxies missed him by inches, their energy wasted.

When the temporal distortions reached him, he simply… existed within them.

In the zones of accelerated decay, his body did not age; it cycled through states of vibrant youth and wise age, unaffected.

In the pockets of stagnation, he continued to move, his will imposing a constant “now” that overwrote Nian Shi’s attempted freezes.

It was like watching a master swordsman effortlessly parry the wild, clumsy swings of a enraged brute…