Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 1998 Open Heart (2)

Yun Lintian sipped his beer, gazing up at the night sky. “It’s a long story,” he admitted.

“We’re all ears,” Lynn said encouragingly.

Yun Lintian fell silent for a moment before beginning his account. “As you know, I truly died back then…”

Yang Ningchang, Lynn, and Ye Ling listened intently to Yun Lintian, not interrupting him once. The more they heard, the heavier their hearts grew. They could sense the fatigue in his voice and the immense pressure he bore.

“So, in essence, your ultimate goal is to save the Primal Chaos?” Lynn summarized, her brow furrowed. 𝑖𝘦.𝑐𝘰𝘮

Yun Lintian shook his head. “I’m not entirely sure myself. I’m simply following a path someone meticulously laid out for me. Honestly, the concept of saving the Primal Chaos feels too grandiose for me. I’m just trying to survive.”

Yun Lintian had never harbored many goals, and he had achieved most of them already. He had finally returned to Earth, reunited with the women he loved. The only remaining desire was to live a peaceful life. Unfortunately, the power he inherited destined him for a life of chaos.

He offered a smile to Lynn and the others. “I hesitated to tell you this because I didn’t want to burden you with unnecessary stress. To be clear, I don’t require your assistance. You all deserve to live your lives.”

“How can you say that?” Ye Ling countered with a frown. “Traditionally, a wife shares her husband’s burdens. Even if we are not strong now, we’ll strive to improve ourselves.”

“Sister Ye is right,” Lynn agreed. “Even if you want us to be bystanders, you need to give us that choice.”

“Thank you for your honesty,” Yang Ningchang said softly. “As your companions, your problems are ours too. We can’t just stand idly by.”

Yun Lintian felt a surge of warmth at their words. However, he genuinely didn’t want them to endanger themselves. Unlike Yun Qianxue and the others, Yang Ningchang, Lynn, and Ye Ling lacked experience. Adapting quickly would be a challenge.

Further complicating the matter, Yun Lintian himself struggled to keep pace with his enemies. It would take an extraordinary amount of time for Yang Ningchang and the others to reach a sufficient power level. They were better suited to stay behind for now.

“You could send them to train with Senior Lan,” Long Qingxuan interjected. “She undoubtedly possesses methods to help them. While they may be weak now, their potential shouldn’t be underestimated. I believe you understood this principle when you sent the other women to her.”

Yun Lintian considered arguing but ultimately held his tongue.

“No woman desires to see her man face challenges alone,” Long Qingxuan continued, a hint of past helplessness coloring her voice.

A memory surfaced, sharp and painful. Back then, she was powerless to aid her father, the despair a heavy weight in her chest, as she watched the man she loved suffer.

Yun Lintian took a swig of his beer and conceded, “Alright. I’ll speak with Senior Lan. Perhaps she has a way to access the secret realm.”

He turned to Yang Ningchang and the others. “Be prepared. Training is arduous. It demands facing relentless solitude and hardship. It could take centuries or more.”

“Don’t underestimate us,” Lynn retorted, a curl forming on her lip. “We are not delicate flowers.”

“We understand the demands of the cultivator’s path,” Yang Ningchang added. “We are fully aware of the challenges ahead. You don’t have to worry about us.”

“Good,” Yun Lintian acknowledged with a curt nod, leaving the discussion there.

Silence descended upon the group as they resumed enjoying the night scenery.

An hour passed, and Yun Lintian stretched, announcing, “Time for sleep. We should reach Tibet tomorrow.”

Everyone agreed and retreated to their respective tents.

Restless thoughts plagued Yun Lintian as he lay in bed.

After leaving Earth, he would face a journey of unknown duration to the Kunlun Realm, as his father had told him. Reaching the Lower God Realm could be a hundred years or more—would it be too late for the God Tomb?

His mother’s situation also weighed heavily on him. Yun Wuhan’s words had sparked a relentless barrage of questions in his mind. What kind of personality did she have? Where was she now? These uncertainties swirled relentlessly.

With a long exhale, Yun Lintian pushed aside the tangled thoughts.

“Lintian, are you asleep yet?” Yang Ningchang’s voice called from outside the tent.

“Not yet,” Yun Lintian replied with a smile. He unzipped the tent flap to see Yang Ningchang standing there in her pajamas, her curves accentuated by the soft fabric.

Thankfully, he let Qingqing and Linlin sleep in the car tonight.

“Can I come in?” Yang Ningchang asked, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Yun Lintian chuckled and gestured for her to enter. “Come in.”

Yang Ningchang took a deep breath and stepped inside the tent.

Yun Lintian quickly zipped the tent shut and activated a privacy barrier. He turned to face Yang Ningchang, who was already settled on the bed, a playful smile on her lips. “What brings you here? Is it perhaps…?” His voice trailed off, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Don’t tease me,” Yang Ningchang said, rolling her eyes playfully. “I just thought you might be lonely.”

Yun Lintian sat down beside her. “Well, you’re right, I was feeling a little lonely tonight.”

As he spoke, he reached out, gently placing a hand on her waist and pulling her closer.

Startled, Yang Ningchang found their faces mere inches apart. This was the closest she’d ever been to him.

“A little lamb dares to enter the wolf’s den,” Yun Lintian said with a playful smirk. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that.”

Yang Ningchang pursed her lips, unsure how to respond. Initially, she was hesitant, embarrassed at the thought of coming here. But under Lynn’s persistent encouragement, she had gathered her courage.

Her heart pounded beneath his gaze. This was the man she’d yearned for, and now, finally, she had the chance to be close to him.

Sensing her embarrassment, Yun Lintian decided to ease the tension. He leaned in and gently kissed her lips.

A jolt of electricity seemed to spark through her. Yang Ningchang forgot everything and instinctively responded to his touch.

Yun Lintian’s hands explored her body, slowly moving from her stomach to her shoulders.

Soon, the tent was filled with hushed sounds and the rustle of fabric. The night stretched on, promising intimacy and passion for the two of them…

“It’s your turn next, Sister Ye.” Lynn whispered.

Ye Ling blushed and pretended to sleep.

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