Myth Beyond Heaven

The Misty Cloud Palace disciples were similar to the Misty Cloud Sect disciples back in his world. However, they were colder and more unapproachable. Yun Lintian could also sense a trace of the Misty Cloud Divine Art's aura within their bodies.

Putting aside their profound strength, Yun Lintian felt as if he had returned to his sect.

Yun Lintian withdrew his gaze and looked at the crowd ahead. He spotted Fu Mingyao in the distance, her face pale and drawn. She was accompanied by several members of her family, their expressions stern and unforgiving.

He averted his gaze, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. He knew that his presence here was a risk, but he was determined to see his mother, no matter the cost.

As the crowd made its way towards the gate, Yun Lintian felt a surge of anticipation. He had thought he would feel nothing, but the reality was entirely different. This was about his mother, a figure he had been yearning for.

"Invitation, please," a disciple asked calmly as Yun Lintian approached.

Yun Lintian handed the ice letter to her without hesitation.

The disciple's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise when she saw the letter. She took another glance at Yun Lintian and returned the letter to him. "Follow me."

Yun Lintian nodded and calmly followed her into the gate.

As Yun Lintian stepped through the grand gates, the disciple led him down a path lined with lush greenery and vibrant flowers, the air filled with the gentle fragrance of blossoms. The path meandered through the palace grounds, revealing glimpses of elegant pavilions and tranquil gardens.

Eventually, they reached a spacious avenue, where countless seats had been arranged in neat rows. The avenue was abuzz with activity, as guests from various factions and families took their designated places.

The disciple gestured towards a particular area, indicating Yun Lintian's designated seat. As he approached, he realized that his seat was situated remarkably close to the area assigned to the Sacred Flame Palace delegation. It was an unusual arrangement, given his lack of affiliation with either the Misty Cloud Palace or the Sacred Flame Palace.

Yun Lintian couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He understood the intent behind this arrangement - it was a deliberate provocation, a test of his resolve.

The Misty Cloud Palace Master, Yun Xue, was clearly aware of his identity and his connection to Yun Wushuang. By placing him in close proximity to the Sacred Flame Palace, she was likely hoping to gauge his reaction, to see if he would dare to challenge their authority.

However, Yun Lintian remained unfazed. He calmly took his seat, his posture relaxed and his expression serene. He surveyed the surroundings, his gaze sweeping across the sea of faces, his keen eyes noting every detail.

The guests continued to arrive, their numbers swelling with each passing moment. Yun Lintian observed them with a detached curiosity, his mind analyzing their strengths and weaknesses. He spotted several powerful cultivators, their auras radiating outwards like beacons in the night.

Among them, he spotted the Chu Clan's people, their expressions a mix of arrogance and disdain. A young man in the center was undoubtedly Chu Che, Fu Mingyao's suitor. The group sat next to the Fu Clan.

Fu Mingyao seemed to notice something and looked over. Her face turned unnatural as she quickly lowered her head. However, her action didn't escape Chu Che's eyes. He looked at Yun Lintian curiously.

"What is it?" a middle-aged man beside him asked.

"Nothing. I saw Mingyao look at him strangely. They must know each other," Chu Che replied calmly.

"Oh?" The middle-aged man, the Chu Clan patriarch, Chu Liuxiang, glanced at Yun Lintian curiously.

"Do you know him, Father?" Chu Che asked.

"I've never seen him before. His seat position is interesting," Chu Liuxiang said with a faint smile.

"Is that so?" Chu Che narrowed his eyes. "Maybe he was the one who killed our dead soldiers."

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said nothing.

Suddenly, a wave of commotion rippled through the crowd, as a group of figures entered the avenue. Leading the procession was a young man of striking appearance, his every movement exuding an aura of confidence and charisma.

He was dressed in a crimson robe, its fabric embroidered with golden flames. His long, black hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, revealing his sharp, angular features. His eyes, the color of molten gold, burned with an intense, unwavering flame.

This was Huo Jiuming, the Sacred Son of the Sacred Flame Palace, and the man who was about to become Yun Lintian's stepfather.

Behind him walked a group of elders from the Sacred Flame Palace, their faces grim and determined. They were followed by a contingent of palace disciples, their movements sharp and precise.

The procession made its way towards the designated area, their footsteps echoing through the avenue.

Huo Jiuming's gaze swept across the crowd, his eyes lingering on Yun Lintian for a brief moment. A flicker of recognition passed through his eyes, followed by a cold, predatory smile.

Yun Lintian met his gaze without flinching, his expression remaining impassive. He knew that Huo Jiuming was aware of his identity, and he was prepared for whatever the Sacred Son might throw his way.

As Huo Jiuming and his entourage took their seats, a tense silence descended upon the avenue.

As the crowd settled and the tension in the air thickened, Yun Lintian maintained his serene

composure.

Just then, a figure clad in blue emerged onto the platform, causing the entire avenue to fall silent. The newcomer exuded an air of immense power and prestige, her every step radiating an aura of authority. It was none other than the Supreme Elder of the Misty Cloud Palace, Yun

Mucheng.

Her appearance was met with a wave of reverence from the audience. Even the arrogant Chu Clan members straightened their backs and bowed their heads slightly in respect. Yun Mucheng was a legend in the Divine Moon God Region, her cultivation prowess unmatched and her wisdom revered.

She surveyed the crowd, her voice resonating with a gentle strength as she spoke, "Welcome, honored guests, to the grand ceremony of the Misty Cloud Palace. Today, we gather not to mourn the past, but to celebrate a new beginning, a union that will strengthen the bonds between our two great factions."

Her words caused a ripple through the avenue. Whispers erupted from the crowd, each speculating on the nature of this union. A marriage alliance? A strategic partnership? The possibilities were endless, and the anticipation grew with each passing moment...

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