Myth Beyond Heaven

The sky was a canvas of vibrant colors, painted with swirling nebulae and shimmering stars. The sun and moon shone with an intensity that rivaled the stars themselves, their light bathing the world in a warm, golden glow.

Yun Lintian took a deep breath, savoring the invigorating energy that filled his lungs. He could feel his Beyond Heaven Profound Vein thrumming with excitement, eager to absorb and refine the potent energies of this world.

“Wow! The divine energy here is so pure!” Linlin exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder as she gazed at the vibrant landscape. “I’ve never felt anything like it before!”

“Indeed,” Qingqing chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “It’s like bathing in a sea of pure energy! I can already feel myself growing stronger!

Yun Lintian chuckled, his heart warmed by their enthusiasm. “Yes, the energy here is quite remarkable,” he agreed, his gaze sweeping across the breathtaking scenery. “This world is still in its early Primordial Era, a time of boundless potential and untapped resources. It’s a paradise for cultivators.”

He closed his eyes, extending his spiritual sense, exploring his surroundings. His spiritual sense swept across the land, traversing mountains and valleys, forests and plains. He could sense the teeming life that thrived in this world, the vibrant energy that pulsed through every living creature.

And then, his attention was drawn to a faint flicker of activity in the distance. It was a small village, nestled at the foot of a towering mountain, its inhabitants seemingly unaware of the vast and wondrous world that lay beyond their borders.

Yun Lintian’s curiosity was piqued. He decided to pay the village a visit, to learn more about the people and situation of this timeline.

With a gentle nudge to Linlin and Qingqing, he set off towards the village.

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The village was a quaint and peaceful place, its inhabitants living in harmony with nature, their lives simple and unassuming. They were farmers, hunters, and artisans, their days filled with the rhythms of the natural world.

Yun Lintian, Linlin, and Qingqing approached the village cautiously, their figures cloaked in shadows, their auras concealed. They did not wish to alarm the villagers, nor did they want to draw attention to themselves.

As they entered the village, they were greeted by the sight of children playing in the streets, their laughter echoing through the air. The adults were busy with their daily tasks, tending to their crops, crafting tools, and preparing meals.

There was a sense of tranquility, a peaceful rhythm to life that Yun Lintian had not experienced in a long time. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and turmoil of his own timeline, where the threat of war and destruction loomed over every moment.

Yun Lintian and his companions observed the villagers from a distance, their hearts warmed by the simple joys and everyday struggles of these people. They were a reminder of the things worth fighting for, the things worth protecting.

As they watched, a young boy, no older than ten years, approached them, his eyes wide with curiosity. He bowed respectfully, his voice filled with a youthful innocence.

“Greetings, honored guests,” he said, his words laced with a polite formality. “Welcome to our village. May I inquire as to your purpose in visiting our humble abode?”

Yun Lintian smiled gently, his heart touched by the boy’s politeness. “Greetings, young one,” he replied, his voice soft and reassuring. “We are travelers, seeking shelter and rest. We have journeyed far, and we are weary from our travels.”

The boy’s eyes widened, his curiosity growing. “Travelers?” he echoed, his voice filled with wonder. “From where do you hail? We rarely receive visitors from beyond our valley.”

Yun Lintian hesitated for a moment, unsure how to explain his origins without alarming the boy. “We come from a distant land. A land far beyond the mountains, a land filled with wonders and dangers.”

The boy’s eyes sparkled with excitement, his imagination ignited by Yun Lintian’s words. “Wonders and dangers? Tell me, honored guest, what wonders have you seen? What dangers have you faced?”

Yun Lintian smiled, his heart warmed by the boy’s enthusiasm. He decided to indulge the boy’s curiosity, sharing tales of his battles against monstrous beasts and powerful cultivators.

“Wow! I want to be a powerful warrior like you, honored guest!” the boy exclaimed in admiration. “Can you teach me how to fight?”

Yun Lintian chuckled, finding the boy’s enthusiasm endearing. “Becoming a warrior requires dedication and discipline, but it is a rewarding path. Perhaps, if you are truly determined, I could share some basic techniques with you.”

Before the boy could express his gratitude, a gruff voice interrupted their conversation.

“Tian’er! It is impolite to ask such things of strangers!”

An elderly man, his face etched with the wisdom of years, strode towards them, his expression stern. He was the village head, a respected figure in the community, known for his fairness and his unwavering commitment to the well-being of his people.

The boy, Tian’er, lowered his head in shame, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I apologize, Grandpa,” he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. “I did not mean to be disrespectful.”

The village head nodded, his expression softening slightly. “I understand your enthusiasm, Tian’er. But it is important to remember our manners. We cannot simply ask strangers to share their knowledge with us.”

He turned towards Yun Lintian, his eyes filled with a sincere apology. “Honored guests, please forgive my grandson’s impudence. He is still young and eager to learn, but he sometimes forgets his manners.”

Yun Lintian shook his head slightly. “Please, do not apologize. There is no harm done. In fact, I find your grandson’s enthusiasm quite refreshing.”

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the villagers who had gathered around them, drawn by the commotion. “If any of you are interested in learning some basic self-defense techniques, I would be happy to share my knowledge with you.”

The villagers exchanged surprised glances, their eyes widening with curiosity and gratitude. They had never encountered a cultivator before, let alone one who was willing to share their knowledge with them.

“Honored guest, are you serious?” one of the villagers asked, his voice laced with disbelief. “You would truly teach us your martial arts?”

Yun Lintian nodded, his smile widening. “Of course. It would be my pleasure.”

The villagers erupted in cheers, their faces beaming with joy and excitement. They bowed deeply towards Yun Lintian, expressing their gratitude for his generosity.

However, the village head stared at Yun Lintian solemnly…