Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2204 Calamity?

A month had softened the edges of the recent turmoil. Yun Lintian’s life during this period was peaceful. He was now enjoyed breakfast with his maidservant.

The Yun Clan ancestors had delivered a harsh verdict. Yun Qinghong and Yun Long, stripped of their power and influence, were now ordinary members, their fall a stark reminder of their betrayal.

New revelations, however, had piqued Yun Lintian’s curiosity. The seemingly ordinary Yun Clan boasted five ancestors, their strength a staggering display – the foremost at the Lower God Realm, the others at the God Emperor Realm. It was a force that defied expectations, a hidden power that ensured the clan’s longevity.

Yun Lintian couldn’t help but wonder what secrets this world held. Without a doubt, there must be True Gods.

After dealing with the Yun Clan and the Sacred Grove, Yun Lintian would leave for the Misty Cloud Palace and then travel around to find a way back.

Yun Ling, having finished her breakfast, spoke with a touch of urgency. “Young Master, the Ancestors await. We should depart now.”

Yun Lintian swallowed the last of his water. “Lead the way,” he replied simply.

Under Yun Ling’s guidance, Yun Lintian arrived at the Ancestral Hall. The prospect of facing five powerful ancestors did not faze him in the slightest but Yun Ling was extremely nervous.

“Young Master, I will wait here.” Yun Ling said gently.

Yun Lintian nodded and stepped forward.

Entering the hall, Yun Lintian found himself in a vast chamber, its walls adorned with portraits of past clan leaders and heroes. At the far end, seated on elevated platforms, were the five ancestors. Each exuded an aura of immense power, their eyes glinting with an intensity that spoke volumes of their strength.

The eldest ancestor, Yun Tianlong, a venerable figure with a flowing white beard, spoke first. “Yun Lintian, we have called you here today to discuss your future.”

Yun Lintian bowed respectfully. “I am at your disposal, Ancestors.”

“We have observed your progress with great interest,” Yun Tianlong continued, his voice resonant and filled with authority. “Your talent is undeniable, your potential boundless. You have already surpassed our expectations in many ways.”

A ripple of approval passed through the other ancestors. They nodded in unison, their faces reflecting a mixture of pride and awe. It was clear that Yun Lintian’s achievements had not gone unnoticed.

“We believe you are destined for greatness,” Yun Tianlong declared, his eyes gleaming with conviction. “But greatness comes with its own set of challenges.”

He paused, allowing his words to sink in. The atmosphere thickened, the air heavy with unspoken meaning. Yun Lintian listened intently, sensing a shift in the conversation.

“There is a storm brewing on the horizon,” Yun Tianlong revealed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “A calamity that could threaten the very existence of our world.”

Yun Lintian raised his brow slightly. This seemed familiar to him. It was the same story over again.

“We do not know the exact nature of this calamity,” Yun Tianlong continued, “but we have seen glimpses of it in our visions. It is a darkness that seeks to consume all light, a chaos that threatens to unravel the very fabric of reality.”

The other ancestors murmured in agreement, their faces grim. The air crackled with tension, the weight of their words pressing down on Yun Lintian’s shoulders.

“We believe you are the key to averting this disaster,” Yun Tianlong declared, his voice filled with unwavering faith. “Your destiny is intertwined with the fate of this world. You are the one who can bring balance to the chaos, light to the darkness.”

Surprise flickered across Yun Lintian’s face. Was it possible these ancestors possessed the uncanny ability of divination again?

“What must I do?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Yun Tianlong’s voice softened. “The Sacred Grove,” he began, his gaze intent on Yun Lintian. “It holds the key to improve your strength. We must win it this time.”

“I will try my best.” Yun Lintian responded calmly.

“We will talk again after securing the Sacred Grove. You can leave now.” Yun Tianlong smiled gently.

“Understood.” Yun Lintian bowed slightly and left.

“Did you see it, Big Brother?” Yun Huaxun, the elder with hair like spun moonlight, inquired after Yun Lintian’s departure.

Yun Tianlong gave a slow shake of his head, a crease forming between his brows. “No. The secrets he carries lie beyond our realm.”

***

Exiting the Ancestral Hall, Yun Lintian furrowed his brow, the weight of Yun Tianlong’s words settling on him. “What kind of calamity is this time?” he muttered, a hint of apprehension creeping into his voice.

Yun Lintian shook his head, dispelling the disquiet. He couldn’t dwell on future calamities.

Today, the Azure Cloud Convention commenced. Over the past month, Qing Zong had made a personal visit to the Yun Clan, ostensibly to soothe the tension with the Chen Clan.

However, Yun Lintian saw through the charade. The Chen Clan’s forced withdrawal from the convention was a mere appeasement tactic. A cynical scoff escaped his lips.

Qing Zong appeared like any other power-hungry politician, likely heavily swayed by the Chen Clan’s influence. It explained his demotion by the Azure Royal Clan.

Yun Lintian, accompanied by Yun Ling, arrived swiftly at the manor’s entrance. A surge of excitement crackled through the Yun Clan grounds. The air itself vibrated with anticipation, a tangible energy that pulsed through the vast expanse.

The first thing Yun Lintian saw was a fleet of majestic flying ships, their hulls gleaming with intricate carvings and adorned with flowing banners, awaited their passengers. These magnificent vessels, powered by divine stones and imbued with formations, were symbols of the Yun Clan’s prestige and power.

Yun Wuhan, the clan leader, stood at the forefront, his figure radiating an aura of authority and wisdom. Beside him, a group of elders, their faces etched with years of experience and cultivation, exuded an air of quiet strength. “Tian’er, you have arrived,” Yun Wuhan greeted his son with a warm smile. “Are you ready to embark on this journey?”

“I am ready, Father,” Yun Lintian responded with a respectful incline of his head. The informality of “Dad” was shed, replaced by the formality demanded by the occasion.

Yun Wuhan nodded approvingly. “Good. Remember, the Azure Cloud Convention is not just a competition. It is an opportunity to forge alliances, learn from others, and showcase the strength of our clan.”

Yun Lintian bowed his head in understanding. “Let us depart,” Yun Wuhan declared, his voice ringing out with authority.