Myth Beyond Heaven

The cosmic proxy war raged for millennia, a self-perpetuating engine of suffering that fed upon itself. But for Yin, the game had lost its flavor. The whispers of his worshippers, the surges of negative energy—it was all becoming mundane.

The chessboard, once fascinating, now felt limiting. The true challenge, the only worthy opponent, was not the pieces, but the other player.

A quiet settled over the universe, more terrifying than the noise of battle. The Heralds of the End and the Children of Light, so used to divine whispers fueling their rage, found themselves suddenly… alone.

The constant flow of blessings and corruptions ceased. The war, for a moment, stalled in confusion.

In the void between galaxies, the two primordials faced each other.

The Creator stood calmly, her radiance subdued but resolute. She had felt Yin’s shifting focus. The inevitable confrontation she had tried to avoid for eons was finally here. There were no more pawns to move, no more proxies to hide behind. It was just them.

Yin emerged from his chasm, his form more solid and defined than ever before. The vast reservoir of negativity he had consumed made him a figure of profound, terrifying presence. The void seemed to deepen around him, drinking the light from nearby stars.

“You have made a wasteland of my creation,” the Creator said, her voice not loud, but carrying the weight of infinite grief. “You twisted their hearts, turned their lives into a game, and for what? For power? For amusement?”

Yin laughed, a sound that was the absence of joy. “I made a wasteland? You are the one who started this, Creator. You are the one who decided your ‘children’ were too precious to be part of the natural cycle. You chose to protect, to cling, to fight against the inevitable. I am simply what I have always been: the end that makes your beginnings meaningful. You forced this conflict, not I.” ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveIＦire.net

His words were cold, logical, and utterly devoid of remorse. He saw himself not as an aggressor, but as a force of nature responding to resistance.

The Creator’s serene expression hardened. “Then let it end today. One of us must cease.”

“Indeed,” Yin agreed, a cruel smile touching his lips. “The balance has been broken for too long.”

There was no signal. No shouted technique name. No weapon drawn.

They simply began.

The battle that erupted was beyond anything Yun Lintian could comprehend. It was not a clash of energy or matter. It was a war of fundamental laws, a contest of reality itself.

Yin gestured, and the concept of Entropy intensified a thousand-fold in the space around the Creator. He did not attack her form; he attacked the very laws that allowed form to exist.

The molecular bonds of the space around her strained to break, light particles threatened to decay, time itself began to fray at the edges, rushing towards heat death.

The Creator responded not by defending, but by Reaffirming. She did not block the entropy; she made the space around her remember what it was to be whole, to be stable.

She enforced the law of conservation, of natural order. The fraying time smoothed out, the decaying light stabilized. She countered his law with a stronger expression of its opposite.

Yin’s eyes glinted. He changed tactics. He imposed the law of Silence. Not an absence of sound, but an absence of vibration, of quantum movement, of the fundamental hum of existence. It was a law that sought to return everything to the absolute zero of pre-creation.

The Creator answered with the law of Vibration, of Song. She filled the silent void with the fundamental frequency of life, the primal note from which all music and all matter sprang. The silent void resonated, humming back to life.

He wielded Nothingness. He pointed at a distant star, and it didn’t explode; it simply wasn’t. Its history, its light, its very memory in the fabric of spacetime was neatly excised, leaving a perfect, unquestionable blank spot in the universe.

She wielded Memory, Existence. She pointed at the blank spot, and the star was remembered back into being. Its light, which had ceased to travel, now continued its journey as if nothing had happened. She asserted that what had been created could not be unmade from history.

Yun Lintian watched, his mind reeling. This was not a fight he could understand with his senses. He could not see beams of light or explosions. He could only feel the shifts in the universe’s underlying code. He felt reality itself groaning under the strain of two opposing wills trying to rewrite its most basic operating principles.

One would impose a law of absolute endings. The other would impose a law of eternal persistence.

They were the pinnacle of existence. They did not use power; they were power. Their will was the law. Their conflict was the universe trying to decide what it fundamentally was: a thing that ultimately ended, or a thing that ultimately continued.

The void around them became a terrifying mosaic of conflicting realities. Patches of space would die and turn to absolute void, only to be revived and bloom with spontaneous, chaotic life a moment later. Time would loop, fracture, flow backward, and then be forced into a linear flow again.

It was beautiful and horrifying. It was the source of all things and the end of all things, dancing a dance that threatened to unravel everything.

“Huh?”

Amidst the terrifying and beautiful chaos, a spark of clarity ignited within Yun Lintian’s consciousness. The overwhelming, incomprehensible conflict suddenly presented itself not as a spectacle of destruction, but as the ultimate teaching moment.

I wield both Creation and Destruction, he realized, his inner voice filled with awe. But I have been using them as separate tools, like a child learning to paint with only two colors.

This… this is the source. They are not opposing forces; they are two sides of the same truth. And here they are, laid bare before me, fighting for supremacy.

His perspective shifted entirely. The fear and helplessness evaporated, replaced by an insatiable hunger for understanding. He stopped seeing a battle and started seeing a lesson.

Yun Lintian no longer had other thoughts in his mind. He solely focused on comprehending the power of the Creator and Yin…