Myth Beyond Heaven

The Golden Sun Sect disciples erupted in laughter. "Rules are for the weak," the leader scoffed. "We make our own rules."

The man's expression remained unchanged. "Then you will face the consequences."

He drew his sword, the blade gleaming with a cold light. Taken aback by his defiance, the Golden Sun Sect disciples drew their own weapons, their faces contorted with rage.

A tense silence descended upon the plaza as the two sides faced off. The crowd watched with bated breath, sensing the imminent clash.

Yun Lintian was surprised as he stared at the mysterious man. He could feel the man's sword intent deep within his own body. It was terrifying, much more powerful than Yang Chen's.

"A sword master, huh?" Nantian Fengyu looked at the man with detached interest. She was eager to find an opponent to test her strength.

"Although he's strong, he's no match for you, Fifth Sister. Maybe you can meet him later in the battlefield," Yun Lintian said gently.

Swoosh! CLANG!!

As the tension reached its peak, the leader of the Golden Sun Sect disciples lunged forward, his golden sword flashing. The man countered with a swift parry, his movements fluid and precise. The clash of their swords echoed through the plaza, sparks flying.

The other Golden Sun Sect disciples joined the fray, their weapons aimed at the lone figure. However, the man moved with an astonishing agility, his sword weaving a tapestry of deadly arcs. He deflected their attacks with ease, his counterstrikes swift and precise.

Yun Lintian watched the fight unfold, impressed by the man's swordsmanship. His movements were elegant yet deadly, his every strike carrying a subtle power that belied his calm demeanor. He was clearly a master swordsman, his skill honed through years of dedicated practice.

Despite being outnumbered, the man held his own against the Golden Sun Sect disciples. He moved like a phantom, his sword a blur of motion. The Golden Sun Sect disciples, frustrated by their inability to land a blow, grew increasingly reckless.

Sensing their impatience, the man seized an opportunity. With a series of lightning-fast strikes, he disarmed two of the disciples, their weapons clattering to the ground. The remaining disciples, their confidence shaken, faltered.

The man pressed his advantage, his swordsmanship becoming even more ferocious. He forced the Golden Sun Sect disciples back, their formations crumbling under his relentless assault.

BANG!

Finally, with a decisive blow, the man sent the leader of the Golden Sun Sect disciples sprawling to the ground, his golden sword skittering away. The remaining disciples, realizing their defeat, lowered their weapons in surrender.

"Good!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating the man's victory. The Golden Sun Sect disciples, their faces flushed with shame, retreated into the arena, their arrogance replaced with humiliation.

The man sheathed his sword, his expression remaining calm and composed. He glanced at the cheering crowd, then turned and walked towards the arena entrance, his back straight and his steps measured.

Yun Lintian retracted his gaze. He had a feeling they would cross paths again in the future.

Soon, Yun Lintian and Nantian Fengyu finally reached the arena entrance.

"Next!" a booming voice echoed through the grand arena.

Yun Lintian turned to his companions, a small frown creasing his brow. "It seems we have to enter one by one." He hadn't anticipated this, and the thought of being separated from his companions, even temporarily, made him uneasy.

"Oh?" Nantian Fengyu raised a fiery eyebrow. "That's a bit strange, isn't it? Why would they separate us?"

Before Yun Lintian could speculate, the guardian boomed again, his voice brooking no argument. "Each participant must undergo the trial individually. No exceptions!"

With a sigh, Yun Lintian addressed his companions, a gentle smile replacing his frown. "It seems there's no helping it. I'll see you all on the other side." He ruffled Qingqing's hair and gave Linlin a reassuring pat. "Be good and wait for me, alright?"

"Mhm! Qingqing is a good child." Qingqing puffed out her cheeks.

Linlin nodded seriously.

Nantian Fengyu, ever confident, grinned. "Don't worry, junior brother. We'll be right behind you. Try not to get lost in there!"

Yun Lintian chuckled, he wasn't worried about their result as they could easily pass for sure. He stepped towards the imposing guardian, who pointed towards a shimmering platform. "Step onto the platform. It will assess your strength and potential."

Buzz-

As Yun Lintian stepped onto the platform, a surge of energy enveloped him, probing his cultivation, physique, and divine soul. The platform glowed with an intense light, its runes swirling and pulsating.

The guardian's eyes widened in surprise as he witnessed the sheer power emanating from Yun Lintian. He had overseen countless trials, but rarely had he encountered someone with such a profound and complex aura.

How can a mere God Ascension Realm cultivator possess such power? The guardian was astounded. He had initially assumed Yun Lintian was concealing his true cultivation, but the platform clearly indicated otherwise.

After a moment, the light subsided, and the platform displayed a single word: "Pass."

The guardian, still slightly stunned, declared, "You have passed the trial. You may proceed to the Ancient Battlefield." He gestured towards a shimmering portal that had materialized at the edge of the arena.

Yun Lintian nodded slightly and turned to offer a reassuring smile to his companions, but a strange sensation suddenly washed over him. He felt an irresistible force tugging at him, pulling him towards the portal.

"Huh!?" he called out, trying to resist the pull.

His words were cut short as the force intensified, dragging him inexorably towards the portal. He cast a desperate glance back at his companions, their faces etched with concern and

confusion.

"Junior brother!" Nantian Fengyu cried out, reaching for him.

But it was too late. Yun Lintian was sucked into the swirling vortex of the portal, vanishing from sight.

But it was too late. Yun Lintian was sucked into the swirling vortex of the portal, vanishing

from sight.

The guardian, witnessing this unexpected turn of events, frowned. He had never seen the portal behave in such a manner. It was as if it had specifically chosen Yun Lintian, refusing to

let him return.

Qingqing and Linlin were so angry as they glared at the guardian. Nantian Fengyu, her

expression grim, turned to the guardian.

"What just happened?" she demanded, her voice laced with anger. "Why was he taken away?"

The guardian, his face etched with uncertainty, shook his head. "I do not know. The portal has never acted in such a way before. It seems... it seems he was specifically chosen to enter the

battlefield."

Nantian Fengyu's fists clenched, her phoenix aura flaring. "Chosen? By whom? And for what

purpose?"

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