Myth Beyond Heaven

A wave of terror swept across the avenue like a tidal wave. The guests, once filled with excitement and anticipation, now scrambled to flee, their faces etched with sheer horror. The image of the elder's mangled body was seared into their minds, a chilling reminder of Yun Lintian's terrifying power.

They pushed and shoved, desperate to escape the impending carnage. Their cries of alarm blended with the thunderous sound of their footsteps, creating a cacophony that echoed through the palace grounds.

Even the Chu Clan members, known for their arrogance and pride, were not immune to the overwhelming fear that gripped the crowd.

Chu Che's face was pale, his eyes wide with terror. He had never imagined that the young man he had dismissed as insignificant could possess such devastating power.

His father, Chu Liuxiang, remained remarkably composed, his expression a mask of cold calculation. He watched Yun Lintian with a keen eye, assessing his strength and potential.

"Father, we should leave," Chu Che urged, his voice trembling slightly. "This man is a monster."

Chu Liuxiang nodded slowly. "Indeed. But we must not show any weakness. Retreat with dignity."

He turned to his entourage, his voice firm and commanding. "Maintain your composure. We are the Chu Clan. We do not flee in fear."

The Chu Clan members, though shaken, obeyed their patriarch's orders. They straightened their backs and marched towards the exit, their footsteps echoing with a forced confidence.

Meanwhile, the Sacred Flame Palace's entourage reacted swiftly, their shock quickly replaced by a cold determination. They were not ordinary cultivators; they were the elite of the Sacred Flame Palace, trained in the arts of combat and survival.

The elder's death had enraged them, their hearts burning with a desire for vengeance. They unsheathed their weapons, their auras blazing with fiery intensity.

"Avenge the Seventh Elder!" one of the elders roared, his voice booming across the avenue.

The remaining disciples echoed his cry, their voices filled with righteous fury. They charged towards Yun Lintian, their weapons flashing in the sunlight.

Yun Lintian watched their approach with a calm, almost detached interest. He had no fear, no hesitation. For the first time in his two lifetimes, he felt truly himself. Perhaps this was his true nature-what he had truly been all along.

A smile appeared on his lips as he muttered. "It feels... great."

As the disciples closed in, he unleashed a torrent of divine energy, his aura surging like a raging inferno. The air shimmered with power, and the ground cracked beneath his feet.

The disciples were momentarily stunned by the sheer intensity of his aura. But their training kicked in, and they pressed their attack, their weapons whistling through the air.

"Be gone," Yun Lintian said indifferently.

Yun Lintian's eyes flashed with an otherworldly light as he unleashed a torrent of spatial energy, his aura surging like a tempestuous storm. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp and twist around him, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of swirling vortexes and shifting dimensions.

The disciples, caught in the maelstrom of spatial distortion, were utterly helpless. Their attacks faltered, their weapons becoming mere toys in the face of Yun Lintian's overwhelming power. They were like puppets on invisible strings, their movements controlled by an unseen force.

With a flick of his wrist, Yun Lintian sent them hurtling through the air, their bodies twisting and contorting in grotesque fashion as they were flung into the stands, leaving behind a trail of shattered stone and broken bodies.

The remaining elders, witnessing the gruesome fate of their comrades, were momentarily frozen in fear. Their faces paled, and their hearts pounded in their chests like frantic drums. They had never encountered such a monstrous power, such an absolute disregard for life.

Huo Jiuming was stunned. He had underestimated Yun Lintian, dismissing him as a mere nuisance. Now, he realized the true extent of his folly.

"You dare to defy the Sacred Flame Palace?" Huo Jiuming roared, his voice laced with a venomous fury. "You will pay for this insolence with your life!"

He lunged towards Yun Lintian, his body ablaze with a searing inferno. The air crackled with heat, and the ground beneath his feet turned to molten glass.

Yun Lintian met his charge with an icy calm. He raised his hand, summoning a vortex of spatial energy that engulfed Huo Jiuming's attack, extinguishing the flames like a snuffed

candle.

The Sacred Son stumbled back, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had never encountered such a formidable opponent, such an impenetrable defense.

Yun Lintian's figure flickered, appearing before Huo Jiuming in the blink of an eye. He delivered a swift palm strike, his hand imbued with the crushing force of a collapsing star.

Bang!

Huo Jiuming barely managed to raise his arms in defense, but the impact sent him flying backward, his body crashing through several pillars before coming to a halt in a heap of rubble.

The crowd watched in stunned silence, their eyes glued to the unfolding spectacle.

Yun Mucheng's expression remained stoic, her eyes fixed on the battlefield. She had anticipated Yun Lintian's defiance, but the sheer scale of his power had taken her by surprise.

She turned to Yun Wushuang, her voice laced with a hint of warning. "Control your son. If he continues this rampage, he will bring ruin upon us all."

Yun Wushuang remained silent, her gaze locked on Yun Lintian's figure. A complex mixture of emotions swirled within her heart. She was proud of her son's strength, his unwavering determination to protect her. But she was also terrified of the consequences of his actions.

She knew that Yun Xue would not tolerate this defiance. The Palace Master was ruthless and unforgiving, and she would not hesitate to crush anyone who dared to challenge her

authority.

Yun Wushuang took a step forward, her voice trembling slightly as she called out, "Tian'er, stop this and leave."

Her plea echoed through the avenue, reaching Yun Lintian's ears. He paused, his gaze shifting towards his mother. Their eyes met, and a wave of unspoken understanding passed between

them.

Yun Lintian's heart ached at the sight of his mother's anguish. He knew that she was torn between her love for him and her loyalty to the Misty Cloud Palace.

However, he had no intention of stopping.

Huo Jiuming, battered and bruised, struggled to his feet. His eyes burned with a mix of humiliation and hatred. He had been defeated, publicly humiliated in front of the entire

Divine Moon God Region.

"You will regret this," he hissed, his voice raspy and filled with venom. "The Sacred Flame Palace will not forgive this insult. You will pay for your arrogance with your blood!"

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