Myth Beyond Heaven

2215 Confront (1)

A deadly silence filled the room. Qing Cong, paralyzed by fear, could barely breathe, let alone speak. Qing Zong’s face was a mask of horror, his mind racing to comprehend the sheer audacity of Yun Lintian’s words.

Yun Lintian’s eyes, however, remained cold and emotionless, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within the room. He waited patiently, the silence amplifying the gravity of his ultimatum.

Finally, Qing Cong found his voice, a trembling whisper compared to his usual commanding tone. “I…I will convey your message…”

Yun Lintian nodded, a barely perceptible movement. With a flick of his wrist, the invisible force binding Qing Cong vanished, leaving him sprawled on the floor, panting heavily.

Qing Zong, his composure shattered, rose shakily from his seat. “Young Master Yun, surely this is…”

“My patience is limited,” Yun Lintian interrupted, his voice a chilling monotone.

Qing Zong, silenced by fear, turned to Qing Cong with a single, urgent plea in his eyes – contact the ancestor immediately!

Qing Cong, his breath ragged, complied. Silently, he channeled his mental power, reaching out to the Azure Emperor. His status forbade direct communication with the ancestor.

“First Ancestor, how powerful is Tian’er?” Yun Wuhan, shaking off his shock, sent a covert message to Yun Tianlong.

Yun Tianlong, scrutinizing Yun Lintian, responded with uncertainty, “Unfathomable. He could be a High God, perhaps even beyond.”

Yun Wuhan’s heart pounded. He gazed at his son, this familiar stranger, lost in a whirlwind of questions. Answers could only come from Yun Lintian himself.

Yun Lintian, aware of the silent exchange between Yun Wuhan and Yun Tianlong, maintained his composure. Explanations for his father awaited a more opportune moment.

Thousands of kilometers away in Azure Capital City, the current Azure Emperor, Qing De, received Qing Cong’s message with a furrowed brow. This unexpected situation demanded attention.

He turned to the white-haired elder beside him, National Master Jiu Lang. “What do you think, National Master?”

Jiu Lang, unruffled, took a sip of his tea. “The Azure Cloud Yun Clan… their founder, as far as I’m aware, only reached the Lower God Realm. Now, a being of superior power emerges. Discrepancies abound. The secrets within this Yun Lintian could be otherworldly.”

“Do you suggest…” Qing De’s frown deepened.

“Given this realm’s limitations, a High God is an impossibility,” Jiu Lang elaborated patiently. “But the Divine Realm? High Gods are as plentiful as clouds there.”

A heavy silence descended upon Qing De. Finally, he spoke, his voice laced with resignation. “It seems I have no other option.”

While Qing Zong’s life held little weight, the challenge Yun Lintian presented to the Azure Royal Clan did. A High God opponent necessitated summoning the Second Ancestor.

“There’s no need,” Jiu Lang interjected, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I’ll accompany you. This young man piques my curiosity. How enigmatic can he be?”

Qing De’s spirits soared. Jiu Lang, a man of the Divine Realm with an extraordinary background, was more than enough to handle Yun Lintian.

“A debt of gratitude to you, National Master,” Qing De expressed with sincerity.

With a wave of his hand, Jiu Lang transported himself and Qing De, setting a course for Azure Cloud City.

Back in the room, Qing Zong was a nervous wreck. Each passing second stretched into an eternity. His gaze darted towards Qing Cong, desperate for any sign of a response from the ancestor.

Just as Qing Zong was about to speak, Yun Lintian lifted his head, his gaze fixed on the sky outside. Qing Zong followed his line of sight and saw two figures descending. Surprise widened his eyes. He hadn’t anticipated his father and the National Master gracing them with their presence.

Relief washed over Qing Cong at the sight. While Jiu Lang’s true power remained a mystery, his status as a denizen of the Divine Realm was undeniable.

Jiu Lang’s gaze met Yun Lintian’s and he felt an unfathomable depth emanating from the young man. Such beings were only encountered in the legendary Holy Lands where True Gods resided.

As Jiu Lang scrutinized Yun Lintian, the young man was equally intrigued by the other’s aura. It belonged to someone at the pinnacle of the High God Realm, a mere hair’s breadth from the God Ascension Realm. However, this aura lacked the signature mark of the Azure Royal Clan, signifying his external origin.

“Royal Father, National Master,” Qing Zong greeted them respectfully, rising to his feet. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Qing Cong bowed deeply. “Your Majesty, please punish me.”

Qing De acknowledged him with a nod and turned to Yun Lintian. “I understand you presented my clan with two options.”

“Son…” Yun Wuhan, sensing a deadly threat emanating from Jiu Lang, wanted to let Yun Lintian flee. He feared his son wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Calm yourself. Don’t you see Tian’er’s composure,” Yun Tianlong emerged from the shadows, taking a position beside Yun Lintian.

Yun Lintian met Qing De’s gaze, his voice steady. “Which option do you choose?”

Qing De’s eyes narrowed. Two possibilities emerged: either Yun Lintian was oblivious to Jiu Lang’s power or possessed unwavering confidence.

Without a reply, he turned to Jiu Lang.

Jiu Lang stroked his beard, his voice unhurried. “To which sect do you belong, young man? As I recall, an accord exists between the Great Wilderness God and the Divine Realm – none from the Divine Realm are to interfere in matters here.”

“And the irony isn’t lost on you, old man, is it?” Yun Lintian countered with cool indifference. “You, a denizen of the Divine Realm, serve as a national master here. Don’t you find the hypocrisy in your question laughable?”

Jiu Lang’s smile remained unfazed. “There are exceptions,” he replied.

“Exceptions, huh?” Yun Lintian raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you prove it to me then? Show me what makes you so different.”

A hush fell over the room, the tension palpable. Yun Lintian’s audacity in challenging Jiu Lang, a figure from the Divine Realm, sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

Qing De’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. He knew of Jiu Lang’s formidable power, honed in the crucible of the Divine Realm. This confrontation would be a spectacle to behold.

Jiu Lang, his smile unwavering, rose from his seat. “As you wish, young man,” he said, his voice a gentle breeze that belied the storm brewing within him.

With a graceful motion, he extended his hand, palm facing upwards. A golden light erupted from his fingertips, coalescing into a shimmering sphere of energy.

The air crackled with divine power as the sphere pulsed with a rhythmic thrum…