Myth Beyond Heaven

BOOOOM!

The impact was not one of destruction, but of catastrophic, uncontrolled creation. Yin’s torso erupted with a billion big bangs happening simultaneously. Strange, temporary dimensions bloomed and died within his body.

Stars were born and extinguished in his veins. The force of the explosion was not outward, but inward, a violent, creative overload that was utterly alien to his void-based essence.

“ARGH!” Yin screamed, a sound of genuine, shocking agony. He was thrown backward across the void, his form distorting wildly as it tried to process the violent infusion of creation. The Sword of Nothingness in his hand flickered, its stability compromised.

He crashed through the ghost of a dead star cluster, his aura dimming significantly. For the first time, he was severely injured.

Nian Shi did not press immediately. He hovered, observing his handiwork with cold satisfaction. This update is available on noᴠelfire.net

“The great Uncreation, brought low by the very force he despises,” he mocked. “It seems your void has a limit to what it can stomach.”

Yin struggled to stabilize his form, the chaotic creation energy still sparking within him. The panic he had felt earlier was now a cold, sharp terror. He was losing. Nian Shi’s combination of power, technique, and ruthless tactics was overwhelming. He knew, with chilling certainty, that if he didn’t find a way to end this in one decisive move, he would be gradually worn down and erased.

“Very well… You are indeed qualified.” Yin spat, his voice ragged but filled with a new, terrifying resolve.

He spread his arms wide, abandoning all defense. The injury in his chest seemed to become a vortex, but instead of sucking things in, it began to radiate an imperative.

“But I will not fight you for this universe,” Yin declared, his voice echoing across the cosmos. “I will simply take it back! All of it! Return to the silence from which you came!”

He was going to devour the entire universe. Not piece by piece, but all at once. He would unleash the full, unrestrained hunger of Uncreation, pulling all of existence—every star, every planet, every atom, every law of physics—back into the primordial void that was his essence.

It would be a total reset. He would perish in the process, his consciousness dissolving back into the nothingness, but so would Nian Shi, and so would everything else.

Nian Shi’s smirk vanished. He had anticipated this. A cornered Yin was a predictable Yin. The God of Time had calculated this possibility.

“As if I would let you,” Nian Shi said, his voice icy calm.

In his free hand, the ancient, ornate Hourglass of Beginnings materialized. He didn’t aim it at Yin. He tilted it, and the sands within—the sands of primordial time—began to flow backwards.

He wasn’t trying to attack Yin. He was imposing a temporal paradox on the very act Yin was attempting.

“Your end will have to wait,” Nian Shi stated. “Its time has not yet come.”

The effect was immediate. Yin’s process of universal devourment, which should have been instantaneous, suddenly… stuttered. It was as if the command was being sent, but the universe was taking an infinitely long time to receive it. The expanding wave of absolute negation slowed to a crawl, caught in a loop of pre-beginning.

The look of utter shock on Yin’s face was priceless. His ultimate, sacrificial gambit had been delayed, rendered impotent by a simple manipulation of time.

And in that moment of frozen desperation, Nian Shi struck.

The God Slaying Sword, blazing with the combined power of chaos and every Divine Beast, lanced forward. Yin, trapped in the temporal paradox of his own failed annihilation, could not defend himself.

The sword pierced through his chest, not with the force of destruction, but with the absolute authority of termination.

Yin’s body arched. His eyes, filled with galaxies, went wide with disbelief and final agony. The Sword of Nothingness fell from his grasp, dissolving into motes of void.

“The era of Uncreation,” Nian Shi whispered, leaning close, “ends now.”

The embodiment of Uncreation was moments from being utterly erased from existence.

Nian Shi’s cold, triumphant eyes watched, savoring the final victory he had pursued across countless timelines.

It was at that precise, critical moment that a sound tore through the cosmos.

It was not a sound of destruction or creation. It was a roar, but unlike any heard before. It was a dragon’s cry, but one that carried the weight of the very first breath of life, the sorrow of the first death, and the unwavering will of a primordial ancestor. It was a cry that resonated not with the ears, but with the soul, with the very origin of all dragon-kind.

ROOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRR!

The soundwave, imbued with this profound, ancestral authority, slammed directly into Nian Shi’s consciousness.

For the God of Time, a being whose mind calculated across eons, the effect was catastrophic. His thoughts, his focus, his very sense of self were violently scrambled. His mind went utterly, completely blank.

The triumphant gleam in his eyes vanished, replaced by a vacant, stunned stare. The precise control over his power faltered for a single, fatal heartbeat.

Yin, despite the sword buried in his chest and the agony of termination coursing through him, felt the pressure holding him in the temporal paradox vanish. The shock and the opportunity registered instantly in his fading consciousness.

He did not have the strength for a complex counterattack. He mustered the very last dregs of his power, focusing it into the wound where the God Slaying Sword was lodged, and unleashed it outward in a raw, explosive burst.

BOOM!

The blast was not elegant. It was a desperate, final act of survival. The force hit Nian Shi point-blank, throwing him backward like a ragdoll. The God Slaying Sword was wrenched from his grip, spinning away into the void. The chaotic energy around him flickered and destabilized violently.

Nian Shi tumbled through space, his body severely injured by the point-blank detonation of Yin’s remaining power. But strangely, he did not try to stabilize himself. He continued to drift, his body limp, his eyes still vacant. He was not unconscious; he was… absent.

The dragon’s roar had not just dazed him; it had seemingly severed his connection to the body, if only temporarily.

On the periphery of the battle, Tantai Lanling, who had been locked in a fierce struggle with the Void Hunters, felt a sudden, wrong shift in the energy of her master.

She disengaged from a hunter, her head snapping towards the main battlefield. Her enhanced senses screamed that something was critically wrong.

The immense, dominating aura of Nian Shi had suddenly become… muted, confused.