Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 3035: Primordial Battle (2)

Swoosh—

Yin didn’t dodge. He didn’t block. He simply raised his hand, palm open, in a casual, almost dismissive gesture.

A wave of pure Uncreation erupted from his palm. It wasn’t an energy blast; it was the absence of everything. It was the antithesis of the Blade of Eternity. Where the blade carried all of time, this wave carried the end of time. Where the blade enforced order, this wave enforced absolute nullity.

The two primordial forces met.

There was no sound.

There was only a silent, catastrophic unmaking.

The clash didn’t create an explosion; it created a void. A sphere of absolute nothingness expanded from the point of contact, swallowing light, sound, space, and the frozen time itself.

The effect on the Land of Beyond Heaven was instantaneous and apocalyptic.

Long Xi, Long Qingxuan, and Nantian Fengyu—already grievously wounded—were caught in the expanding edge of this void. They didn’t feel impact; they felt their very existence scream in protest as they were flung backward like leaves in a hurricane, their bodies tearing through the petrified air.

Boom!

They crashed into the far distance, their consciousness flickering, their bones screaming in agony they were too weak to voice.

The seven majestic towers that had stood for years around the Misty Lake, symbols of the land’s ancient power, did not break or topple. They simply… disintegrated.

As the wave of unmaking energy washed over them, they burst into impossibly fine powder, vanishing from existence without a trace, as if they had never been built.

The wave spread outward.

Every plant, every spiritual herb, every ancient tree that had never been touched by negative energy before, withered and turned to dust in a heartbeat.

The vibrant, life-filled crops that fed the inhabitants became ash. The very soil, once rich with profound energy, was scoured bare, losing all its vitality and color, becoming dead, gray dust.

The beautiful, sacred land was being erased, returned to a state of primordial nothingness by the mere aftershock of the two primordials’ clash.

In the center of the cataclysm, Nian Shi was forced back, his Blade of Eternity flickering as it resisted the Uncreation wave. His expression, for the first time, showed a flicker of grim tension.

Yin stood within the expanding sphere of nothingness, untouched, his black robes undisturbed. He looked at the devastation around him, then back at Nian Shi, his evil smile never fading.

“See?” Yin said, his voice cutting through the silent unraveling of the world. “This is the difference between us. You try to control time. I simply end it.”

Nian Shi, his silver robes now slightly dulled, steadied himself. The flicker of tension on his face smoothed into a mask of cold calculation. He had tested Yin’s power directly and understood the sheer, overwhelming disparity. A head-on fight was futile.

His true objective had never been Yin. It was, and always had been, Yun Lintian.

“HAH!”

With a roar that seemed to drag the very fabric of time with it, Nian Shi lunged at Yin once more. The Blade of Eternity shone with a terrifying light, its edge carving ripples through frozen reality.

He feinted high, then swept low, each move a masterpiece of temporal combat designed to kill a world.

Yin, with his mocking smile still in place, met each strike with casual flicks of his wrist. Waves of Uncreation nullified the slashes of eternity. “Is this all you have, Timekeeper?” he taunted, easily parrying a blow that could have ended an era. “Your struggles are as predictable as the tides you manipulate!”

Their exchange intensified, a dance of creation’s end and time’s cessation. The ground beneath them shattered into non-existence with every blocked strike. They seemed evenly matched in this violent waltz, a distraction of epic proportions.

It was all a ruse.

In the midst of a seemingly committed downward slash, Nian Shi’s form blurred. It wasn’t a movement through space, but a skip across a microsecond of time. He abandoned his attack on Yin mid-motion, leaving an afterimage that dissolved under Yin’s countering wave of nothingness.

His true form reappeared, not before Yin, but a mile away, right in front of the meditating Yun Lintian. His hand, bony and suffused with temporal energy, reached out to seize his true prize. The feint had been perfect.

But just as his fingers were about to close around Yun Lintian’s neck, two figures materialized out of sheer desperation between them.

“STOP!”

It was Linlin and Qingqing.

Linlin, in her human form, stood defiantly, her hands raised. Her white hair flowed despite the lack of wind, and her eyes, usually bright and playful, now burned with a desperate, protective light.

Beside her, Qingqing, petite in her green robes, her twin tails whipping about, gathered every wisp of wind energy she could muster. A miniature tempest swirled around her small fists.

They were insects before a hurricane. Their power was a flickering candle against the sun of Nian Shi’s might. But they did not retreat. They stood their ground, putting their fragile bodies between the God of Time and their Big Brother Yun.

Nian Shi’s advance didn’t even pause. A flicker of annoyance crossed his cold features.

“Vermin,” he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

He didn’t even change the trajectory of his attack. The Blade of Eternity, still in his hand, simply continued its path in a casual, almost dismissive horizontal slash. It didn’t aim to cut them down; it simply passed through the space they occupied.

The effect was instant and horrifying.

The blade did not draw blood. It drew time.

A wave of accelerated entropy washed over the two girls. Linlin’s defiant shout caught in her throat as her youthful face withered in a heartbeat.

Smooth skin cracked and wrinkled, her vibrant white hair turned brittle and snow-white, then gray, then fell out. Her strong, lithe body shriveled, bowing under the weight of millennia imposed in a single moment.

Qingqing fared no better. The tempest around her dissipated into nothing. Her green robes frayed and turned to dust on her aging body. Her lively eyes clouded over, dimming with the rapid approach of death. Her petite form shrunk further, becoming skeletal and frail.

Their power, their vitality, their very youth—all were rendered null by the touch of eternity. They were not killed; they were expired.

Their bodies, now ancient and powerless, collapsed to the gray, dead dust of the ground.

“LINLIN! QINGQING!” A heart-wrenching scream tore from Long Qingxuan’s throat. She was too far, too broken to move, forced to watch the horrific scene unfold…