Myth Beyond Heaven

ROAR!

The Primordial Azure Dragon materialized, not as a mere aura, but as a living, breathing entity of chaotic power, its scales shimmering with both creation and uncreation. It coiled around Yin, its roar a physical force that sought to bind and shatter.

Simultaneously, the Divine Phoenix, the Golden Crow, and the Vermilion Bird erupted into being, their triumvirate of flames—nirvanic, solar, and eternal—merging into an inferno that sought not to burn, but to purge the concept of void from existence.

The White Tiger’s lightning crackled, seeking flaws in Yin’s form. The Black Turtle’s immense defense manifested as barriers that Yin’s void energy struggled to dissolve. The Qilin’s judgment and the Ice Phoenix’s cold added layers of pressure and disruption.

Yun Lintian was no longer just one man with a sword. He was a commander, a conductor, wielding the full, synergistic might of the Eight Divine Beast Souls, all amplified and harmonized by the underlying power of Chaos. It was an orchestra of primordial power, and he was its master.

Yin, for the first time, found himself truly suppressed. He was a master of negation, but he was being assaulted by a symphony of existence so varied and perfectly coordinated that he couldn’t negate it all at once. The latest_ep_sodes are on_the novelꞁire.net

He was forced to constantly shift, to dissolve one attack only to be struck by the energy of another. The flawless flow he had maintained began to show cracks. A blast of Phoenix flame seared his arm, not with heat, but with the purging of void energy. A swipe from the dragon’s tail, solid and real, sent him spinning.

A flicker of the same madness that had consumed Nian Shi flashed in Yin’s cosmic eyes. This could not be. He was Uncreation! The equal of all that was! He would not be suppressed by a mere amalgamation of powers, no matter how perfectly fused!

He had one final, desperate move. The same move he had tried against Nian Shi, but now he would execute it perfectly, at his full power.

“ENOUGH!” Yin roared, disengaging and spreading his arms wide. “IF EXISTENCE ITSELF OPPOSES ME, THEN I WILL DEVOUR EXISTENCE!”

He began to unleash his ultimate hunger. The void around him became a vortex, a maw of absolute nothingness that began to pull at the fabric of the universe itself. Stars, galaxies, the very light from distant quasars—everything began to flow towards him, to be unmade and absorbed into his essence. He would devour all of creation to fuel his power and crush this upstart god.

But Yun Lintian had anticipated this. He had seen the move before.

He did not try to stop the devourment with force. Instead, he raised his free hand, and the power of Chaos swirled around it—the grey, shimmering energy of pre-conceptual potential.

He pointed at the vortex of devourment Yin was creating.

He imposed a new law upon it: the Law of Unfulfilled Hunger.

The effect was instantaneous. The vortex did not stop, but it became… inefficient. The universe flowed towards Yin, but it did so in a chaotic, jumbled manner. Concepts arrived before the matter that defined them. Time arrived before the events it was meant to measure. The energy Yin absorbed was discordant, unstable, and difficult to integrate. It was like trying to drink from a firehose of mismatched parts.

Yin’s eyes widened in shock and fury. He was devouring, but he was gaining little power from it. The process was being corrupted at its source by Yun Lintian’s chaos. He was trying to feast, but Yun Lintian was ensuring the feast was poison.

He was trapped. His ultimate technique had been neutralized. He was facing a foe who not only matched his power but understood it on a level he himself had never contemplated.

The true master of both Creation and Uncreation was demonstrating what it meant to hold the balance, and Yin was on the losing side.

Yin’s situation was dire. The symphony of divine beasts, amplified by Chaos, pressed in on him from all sides. His devourment technique, his ultimate trump card, had been rendered inefficient and nearly useless by Yun Lintian’s pre-conceptual interference.

For the first time since his birth, he felt the cold, sharp edge of genuine defeat scraping against his primordial soul.

He knew, with a clarity that was both terrifying and infuriating, that conventional means would not win this battle. Yun Lintian’s control was too perfect, his understanding too profound. To break this stalemate, he needed to shatter the board itself.

Just as Nian Shi had gambled with the Spark of Chaos, Yin, the Uncreation, possessed his own equivalent—the Ember of Silence. It was the concentrated essence of the final, absolute end, the last whisper of heat before the eternal cold, the final thought before the endless sleep. It was the core of his being, and to use it was to risk extinguishing himself entirely.

But he had no choice.

A look of absolute, cold resolve replaced the flicker of madness in his eyes.

“You leave me no choice, Yun Lintian,” Yin’s voice was a low, resonant hum that seemed to drain the hope from the cosmos. “If a new beginning is to be born, the old end must burn brightest.”

He reached into the very heart of his existence and drew forth the Ember of Silence. It was not a bright spark, but a single, floating mote of absolute blackness, so dark it seemed to suck the very concept of light into it.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he slammed it into his own chest.

The effect was the inverse of Nian Shi’s transformation. Where the Spark of Chaos had caused violent, uncontrolled creation, the Ember of Silence caused a catastrophic, inward collapse. Yin’s form didn’t expand; it condensed.

The infinite cycles within his eyes slowed, then froze into perfect, motionless pools of nothing. His aura didn’t flare; it deepened into an abyss so profound that it made the previous void seem vibrant.

The power radiating from him instantly dwarfed Yun Lintian’s, becoming an overwhelming pressure that sought to silence all existence.

Swoosh!

Yin moved.

The symphony of divine beasts was instantly silenced. The Azure Dragon’s roar was cut off, its form dissolving into mute particles. The triple flames of the Phoenix, Crow, and Bird were snuffed out without a sound. The lightning, the defense, the judgment—all were simply negated by the sheer, absolute weight of Yin’s amplified Uncreation.

He became a tide of silent annihilation. He didn’t attack with techniques; he simply advanced, and where he passed, reality ceased.

He swung the Sword of Nothingness, and its edge now carried the finality of the Ember itself…