Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2168 Final Winner (2)

Si Junyi smiled and ignored Zhan You. He turned to look at Yun Lintian and asked, “Have you learned the truth?”

Dian Lei’s body tensed when he heard this. He subconsciously looked at Yun Lintian, waiting for his response.

“The truth?” Yun Lintian frowned deeply. “What are you referring to?”

Dian Lei was inwardly relieved upon hearing this.

Si Junyi took a deep look at Yun Lintian and said, “At the very least, you should know that we are not enemies.”

Yun Lintian slowly got up from the ground and shook his head. “I’m not sure about that. While it might be true that the God of Death and the God of Fate had a good relationship, we are different.”

He let out a long breath, and the Heaven Piercing Sword immediately flew into his hand. “I have to stop you here.”

“Save your energy,” Si Junyi shook his head gently. “It’s pointless. You are not my opponent even if you go all out. You still have a long way to go, even though time is running out.”

Yun Lintian wanted to make a move but Dian Lei quickly stopped him.

“You can’t defeat him. He is far stronger than Zhan You,” Dian Lei said with a solemn expression.

When Si Junyi left the Netherworld and stepped into the mortal realm, the Primordial God Tribe had evaluated him as a peak-level True God. Upon seeing Si Junyi here, Dian Lei immediately realized how inaccurate that assessment had been.

Everyone had been fooled by him.

Yun Lintian frowned deeply. He was unwilling to stand by and do nothing. The training under the guidance of Tian He and Shi Xuan had brought his strength to another level, but it was still not enough. This was unacceptable.

Seeing the unwillingness in Yun Lintian’s eyes, Si Junyi said gently, “Unconvinced? Remember this feeling well, for you will face it again and again in the near future. You will fall into a despair greater than anything you have ever experienced. You will see everyone around you leave one after another, and you will be powerless to save them.”

“However,” he smiled and continued, “death is not the ending. When you reach that point, you must remind yourself of these words.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?” Yun Lintian asked, his brow knitted tightly.

Si Junyi said nothing. He turned around and raised the Moon Scepter high.

Buzz—

In that instant, the Moon Scepter glowed with a celestial light that pierced through the darkness of the God Tomb, illuminating every corner with an ethereal radiance.

The ancient symbols etched into the scepter seemed to come alive, pulsating with a rhythm that resonated with the very essence of the universe. All the moon energy within the city and graveyard rushed over, converging around the scepter.

“From the depths of slumber, where starlight fades, Ancient spirits, rise from your moonless glades. Hear our call, heed our plea, from the void, awaken, and rise to be!”

“By the blood moon’s crimson glow, let forgotten power once more flow. Through bone and dust, hear our plea. Rise, ancient gods, rise to be!”

“From the shattered altars, hear our cry, with the moon as witness, we beckon thee high. As the cosmos align, hear our decree. Awaken, ancient gods, awaken to be!”

BOOOM—

As Si Junyi chanted an ancient incantation in a language long forgotten by mortals, the scepter began to tremble, releasing a surge of divine energy that sent shockwaves throughout the God Tomb.

Outside the vortex, Lin Xinyao and the others raised their heads to look at the dazzling light in the sky. The ancient power emanating from the light rippled throughout the tomb.

“What happened?” Yun Huanxin furrowed her brow.

“It’s done,” Xiao Shou uttered with a solemn expression. “Si Junyi has succeeded.”

“Hahaha! Great!” Xi Hong laughed heartily when he saw this.

Meanwhile, Bei Cong and Dongfang Lou exchanged glances.

Tang Wei stuck close to his sister and whispered. “What should we do, big sis?”

Tang Yumei remained silent, her brow furrowed. She had no idea what to do in this situation as well.

On the side, Mo Lianxing looked at Bei Yixiang and asked curiously, “Tell me, did you expect this outcome?”

“Zhan You has a fatal flaw. He hasn’t lost to anyone since the Primordial War,” Bei Yixiang said calmly. “Besides, none of the thirteen Primordial Gods’ inheritors should be underestimated. Especially the God of Death’s inheritor.”

Mo Lianxing’s eyes flickered slightly. No one knew what she was thinking at that moment.

Inside the hall, the Tomb Protector glanced at the celestial phenomenon in the sky and muttered to himself, “Is it truly impossible to change fate?”

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Several figures wearing strange masks appeared around the Tomb Protector one after another.

“What should we do, leader?” one of them asked.

The Tomb Protector turned to look at them and said, “All of you must leave. Return to our ancestral land.”

Everyone’s expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

“No, leader! We won’t leave!”

The Tomb Protector said calmly, “I have failed in my duty, but you have not. Leave now and await the signal.”

He then waved his hand, and everyone was immediately enveloped in a white light.

“Leader!” they shouted desperately, but it was futile. The white light glowed brighter before vanishing in the next moment, along with everyone.

Looking at the empty space before him, the Tomb Protector let out a long sigh. “You are the only hope left.”

Rumble—

The entire God Tomb shook violently, and many mausoleums surrounding the tomb gradually crumbled. The lifeless bodies within the coffins began to stir, awakening one after another.

“Hmm?” Inside the underground catacomb, Xie Pojun was surprised to discover the seal around him loosening. “Did that boy succeed?”

He shook his head and said, “Impossible. With his virtue, he wouldn’t release everyone here.”

Crack! Bang!

Suddenly, the seal on his body cracked and shattered, freeing Xie Pojun instantly.

“Hahaha! I am finally free!” Xie Pojun laughed wildly. The taste of freedom was truly sweet.

A similar scene unfolded throughout the God Tomb. Many ancient gods awoke and regained their freedom.

Among them, a black-haired old man in a plain robe gradually rose from his coffin. His eyes remained cloudy for a moment before regaining their clarity.

He raised his head to look at the sky and murmured to himself, “The time has come, has it?”

This person was Mo Jianli, the God of the River of Forgetfulness!