Myth Beyond Heaven

After the encounter with the Chu Clan's dead soldiers, Yun Lintian and Fu Mingyao continued their journey towards the Misty Cloud Palace.

Two weeks later, the two of them arrived in a bustling city known as Floating Cloud City. Nestled beneath the majestic peaks of the Misty Cloud Palace, the city was a vibrant hub of activity, its streets teeming with cultivators and merchants from all corners of the Divine Moon God Region.

The city's architecture was a testament to the Misty Cloud Palace's influence, with graceful pagodas and elegant pavilions dotting the landscape. The air hummed with the energy of countless cultivators, their auras mingling and creating a palpable sense of excitement.

The upcoming grand ceremony had drawn a massive crowd to Floating Cloud City, transforming the usually peaceful city into a bustling metropolis. The streets were overflowing with people, their voices creating a cacophony of sound that echoed through the narrow alleyways and spacious squares.

Yun Lintian and Fu Mingyao navigated the crowded streets, their senses overwhelmed by the sheer number of people and the vibrant energy that permeated the air. They found an inn to settle in, a modest establishment tucked away in a quieter corner of the city.

Once they had secured their accommodations, they ventured back out into the city, eager to gather information about the grand ceremony. They visited tea houses, taverns, and market stalls, listening to the conversations of the locals and gleaning any tidbits of information they could.

"Have you heard?" a merchant whispered to his companion at a nearby stall. "The grand ceremony is said to be related to the former saintess of the Misty Cloud Palace."

"The former saintess?" his companion replied, his eyes widening in surprise. "But she disappeared years ago. Why would they hold a ceremony for her now?"

"No one knows for sure," the merchant said, lowering his voice even further. "Some say she's returned, others say it's a memorial service. But one thing's for certain, it's going to be a momentous occasion."

Yun Lintian and Fu Mingyao exchanged a glance, their curiosity piqued. The former saintess of the Misty Cloud Palace was clearly a figure of great significance.

"Do you know anything about this?" Yun Lintian asked. He had a rough idea that the so- called former saintess could be his mother. After all, the story seemed aligned with his mother's. She had indeed disappeared and returned.

Fu Mingyao shook her head. "I didn't pay much attention to the Misty Cloud Palace. From what I know, the former Saintess disappeared hundreds of years ago; I hadn't even been born yet."

Yun Lintian nodded slightly. The possibility of the former saintess being his mother had increased significantly.

They continued their inquiries, gathering more fragments of information.

The grand ceremony was scheduled to take place in five days, at the heart of the Misty Cloud Palace. It was said that only a select few would be allowed to attend, those with invitations or special connections to the sect.

A few hours later, the two of them returned to the inn. As they sat in their room, Fu Mingyao asked, "It looks like you want to go there."

"Yes," Yun Lintian nodded. "I want to see how prosperous a top faction is. After all, I have never seen any of them with my own eyes."

"Understandable," Fu Mingyao didn't find anything suspicious. As a wandering cultivator, it was normal for Yun Lintian to have this idea.

"But it seems impossible to go there," Yun Lintian sighed softly. In fact, he was confident he could sneak in without anyone noticing, but it would be better if he could enter the palace openly.

"Maybe I can help you," Fu Mingyao said. "My family has some connections to the Misty Cloud Palace. Perhaps I can use those connections to secure us invitations to the ceremony."

Yun Lintian looked at her and asked, "Aren't you on the run right now?"

Fu Mingyao smiled wryly. "The moment those dead soldiers appeared, I knew I couldn't run forever. Sooner or later, I would have to go back. At that time, my fate would be even more miserable."

Yun Lintian went silent. If it were him in the past, he might offer a helping hand in exchange for her help, but it was impossible now.

"You don't have to feel bad about it. This is what I should do to repay you. I've implicated you, after all," Fu Mingyao said with a smile.

She took a sip of tea and looked at the bustling street below. "I've been thinking over the years that it would be better if I weren't born into such a prestigious family. I could probably have much more freedom. However, after witnessing how difficult people's lives are, I finally understood how lucky I am."

She turned to look at Yun Lintian and continued. "Do you know? There was this one time I witnessed a group of women being insulted by despicable men. I took the initiative to help them, but who would have thought that I was scolded in the end? Those women actually did that to rob them."

"There was also this one time I saw a group of children being sold by their parents in order to obtain some resources. Even if I wanted to help them, I wasn't capable of taking care of them. These experiences made me realize that without a background, I would be no different from them."

Yun Lintian silently listened to her story. In the past, he tried his best to help everyone as long as he could. He didn't think of himself as a saint; he just thought it wasn't difficult for him to

help out.

However, as he grew stronger and traveled around more often, he realized how powerless he truly was. Yes, he could eliminate countless evils and save hundreds of thousands of lives, but he would never be able to save the entire world. It was the hard fact he must accept.

Fu Mingyao, as the daughter of a prominent clan, naturally didn't have many opportunities to travel and see more of the world. The impact she received from her experiences during this period was certainly heavy. It was natural for her to think of returning to her family-her

comfort zone.

"Let's see if I can help you," Fu Mingyao said gently.

"Many thanks. See you tomorrow." Yun Lintian got up and went back to his room.

After Yun Lintian left, Fu Mingyao took a deep breath and used her transmission talisman to

contact her family.

Returning to the room, Yun Lintian laid on the bed, pondering his next course of action.

"You shouldn't have come here."

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