Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 3032: Arrival

Long Chen didn’t even flinch. He simply looked at the colossal beast with an expression of profound boredom.

But it was Qian Jinglei, her hand still on the corrupting Gate, who acted. Without even turning her head, she flicked her wrist in the Kraken’s direction.

“Get lost,” she said, her voice flat.

A pinpoint of absolute blackness, no larger than a pebble, shot from her fingertips. It moved without sound, without disturbing the air. It simply was, and then it wasn’t, and in between, it passed through the center of the Abyssal Kraken’s massive body.

BOOM!!

“Ugh…”

The light in Zhang Yu’s enormous eyes died instantly. A final, choked gurgle was the only sound she made. Her monstrous form shuddered violently, the terrifying tentacles going limp mid-strike.

She began to shrink, collapsing in on herself, and by the time she hit the blood-soaked ground, she was back in her human form.

A gaping, horrifically smooth hole was punched clean through her torso. She lay motionless in a expanding pool of crimson, her sightless eyes staring at the fractured sky.

There was no more resistance. The sacrifices had been absolute, and utterly in vain.

Long Chen glanced at Qian Jinglei, who gave a slight, dismissive nod. He turned back to the Gate. He placed his hands next to hers on its cold surface. Their combined Uncreation aura flooded into the ancient mechanism.

The deep, ominous hum from the Gate intensified into a deafening screech. The remaining protective runes shattered like glass. The massive, unimaginably heavy doors, sealed for eons, began to grind open.

With a final, soul-wrenching shudder that vibrated through the very core of the Land of Beyond Heaven, the Gate of Beyond Heaven was thrown open.

BANG!

The final barrier was broken. The sanctuary was violated.

The air itself seemed to die. The chaotic energies flooding in from the open Gate didn’t just bring power; they brought a silence so profound it was heavier than any sound.

The screams of the wounded, the crackle of dying flames, the weeping—all were smothered under an invisible, oppressive weight.

It was a presence. A will so vast and ancient that it made the concept of time itself feel young and fragile.

Then, a footstep.

It was a soft, almost casual sound, but it echoed in the souls of every living being still clinging to consciousness. From the swirling, chaotic energy of the open Gate, a figure stepped through.

He was a handsome young man clad in simple, elegant black robes. His features were perfect, yet carried a faint, cruel twist at the lips and in the depths of his dark eyes—a hint of infinite, amused malice. He moved with an easy, unhurried grace, his hands clasped behind his back as he took in the view of the ravaged Land of Beyond Heaven.

“Well, well, well,” he chuckled, his voice a smooth, chilling melody that seemed to drain the warmth from the very air. “What a nice land. Pity about the mess.”

Certainly, it was none other than Yin.

Long Xi, struggling to push herself up on trembling arms, felt her blood run cold. Her Dragon Heart, a core of immense power, stuttered in her chest like a frightened bird.

Long Qingxuan, lying nearby, could only shudder, a whimper escaping her lips.

Nantian Fengyu, her phoenix flames utterly extinguished by despair, felt a tear of icy dread trace a path through the blood and grime on her cheek.

This was it. The absolute end. They couldn’t even touch his servants. Facing the source himself was beyond imagination, beyond hope.

Seeing their master, Long Chen and Qian Jinglei immediately dropped their arrogant postures. They fell to one knee, heads bowed low, their previous cruelty replaced by utter, trembling submission.

“Lord Yin,” they intoned in unison, their voices tight with fear and reverence.

Yin didn’t even glance at them. He continued his slow walk, his dark eyes scanning the devastated landscape as if admiring a painting. His gaze lingered on the Tree of Life, its leaves now half-withered from the corrupting energy, then on the blood-soaked soil, and finally on the still, meditating form of Yun Lintian, sitting serenely amidst the carnage.

He then glanced up at the sky, still perfectly divided between brilliant creation and absolute uncreation. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face.

He clicked his tongue softly. “Tsk. As expected from that bitch.” The casual profanity, referring to the Creator herself, was spoken with a familiarity that was terrifying. “She surely knows how to play. All these deceives left and right… I suspected she was concocting some grand scheme back then.”

His eyes narrowed, the amusement in them sharpening into something more calculating, more dangerous. He looked back at Yun Lintian, a flicker of genuine interest in his depths. “To think she was serious about it. Planning to forge a complete Primordial Origin.”

“Haha!” He let out a soft, chilling laugh. “Using my own power against me. How… quaint.”

His gaze then swept across the battlefield, taking in the fallen forms of the Wood Spirits, the Dragon Clan members, Zhang Yu’s lifeless body, and the grievously wounded Long Xi, Long Qingxuan, and Nantian Fengyu. The smirk on his face vanished, replaced by a slight frown of displeasure.

He finally turned his head, his dark eyes settling on the two kneeling figures of Long Chen and Qian Jinglei. The temperature around them plummeted.

“Who,” Yin began, his voice dropping from a chilling melody to a flat, deadened tone that promised unimaginable suffering, “let you kill these people?”

The question hung in the air, simple and utterly terrifying.

Long Chen and Qian Jinglei shuddered violently. Their heads, already bowed, pressed even lower, almost touching the ground. Panic, raw and absolute, radiated from them. This was not the reception they had expected.

“M-my Lord,” Qian Jinglei stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “They… they were in the way. They sought to block your glorious arrival. We merely… cleared the path.”

“Cleared the path?” Yin repeated, his tone dangerously soft. He took a single step towards them, and the ground beneath their knees seemed to turn to void. “I see corpses. Wasted potential. Broken toys.”

He looked back at the wounded and the dead, his frown deepening. “Do you understand nothing? The objective was the Gate. The objective was him.” He gestured with his chin towards Yun Lintian. “These people… they are his anchors. His motivations. His weaknesses.”

He turned his deadened gaze back to his trembling servants. “Nian Shi, that pathetic chronologist, he understands. He wants to kill them all. He wants to use their deaths as a whetstone to sharpen Yun Lintian’s desperation, to force his evolution prematurely, making him unstable.”

A flicker of pure contempt crossed Yin’s features. “And you two fools have just handed him that whetstone on a silver platter. You’ve done his work for him.”