Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2487: Abyssal Convention (1)

As the Golden Qilin Profound Ark soared through the endless expanse, Yun Lintian stood on the deck, gazing at the vast starry sky.

Qi Mu stood beside him, his weathered face etched with wisdom and experience. He had been tasked by Qi Zongwen to accompany Yun Lintian on his journey and to ensure his safety.

“Young Master Yun,” Qi Mu began, his voice raspy but firm, “the Abyssal Rift is a place of great danger. It is said to be the breeding ground of the Void Creatures, monstrous beings that feed on the energy of living things.”

“I see,” Yun Lintian nodded slightly.

“There are also many other dangers that lurk within the Abyssal Rift,” Qi Mu continued. “Strange storms, gravitational anomalies, and even time distortions. You must be careful, Young Master Yun.”

As if to punctuate Qi Mu’s warning, a group of Void Creatures emerged from the swirling chaos, their forms shimmering with an eerie, otherworldly light. They were larger and more menacing than any Yun Lintian had encountered before, their eyes burning with a malevolent hunger.

Before Yun Lintian could react, Qi Jian and Qi Xun, the two young disciples who had accompanied them, sprang into action. They drew their swords, their movements swift and precise, their auras flaring with a fierce determination.

“We’ll handle this, Young Master Yun,” Qi Jian declared, his voice filled with confidence. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

With a shared battle cry, the two disciples charged towards the Void Creatures, their swords flashing like lightning, their attacks a blur of motion.

Yun Lintian watched the battle unfold, impressed by their skill and courage. Qi Jian and Qi Xun moved with a synchronicity that spoke of years of training together, their attacks complementing each other, their defenses impenetrable.

The Void Creatures, despite their size and ferocity, were no match for the two disciples. Their attacks were met with swift parries, their attempts to flank were countered with precise movements, their attempts to overwhelm were met with unwavering determination.

One by one, the Void Creatures fell, their forms dissolving into wisps of void energy, their threat neutralized.

Qi Jian and Qi Xun returned to the deck, their swords sheathed, their breathing slightly labored but their expressions filled with satisfaction.

Yun Lintian was slightly surprised. From the battle earlier, he could see that Qi Jian and Qi Xun restrained the Void Creatures with the power of space. It was extremely effective.

He recalled Yue Yun’s words and finally understood why she said the Misty Cloud Sect’s disciples could deal with the Void Creatures with ease.

The journey through the endless expanse was a symphony of silence and wonder. The Golden Qilin Profound Ark, a majestic vessel shaped like its namesake, traversed the vast cosmic ocean with grace and speed, its golden hull shimmering against the backdrop of swirling nebulas and distant stars.

As the Golden Qilin Profound Ark drew closer to the Abyssal Rift, the air grew heavy with anticipation. Yun Lintian could feel the chaotic energy swirling around them, a palpable presence that tugged at his senses, testing his resolve.

The closer they got, the more Yun Lintian felt an inexplicable pull, a sense of familiarity mixed with a deep foreboding. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that something momentous awaited him within the rift, something that would change his life forever.

Finally, after a month of traversing the vast expanse, the Golden Qilin Profound Ark arrived at the edge of the Abyssal Rift. It was a sight that defied description, a swirling vortex of chaotic energy that seemed to consume all light and matter. The very fabric of space and time appeared distorted, twisted into a chaotic dance of colors and shapes.

Yun Lintian, Qi Mu, Qi Jian, and Qi Xun stood at the bow of the ark, their gazes fixed on the spectacle before them. Even Qi Mu, with all his experience and wisdom, seemed awestruck by the sheer scale and power of the Abyssal Rift.

“This is it,” Qi Mu said, his voice barely a whisper. “The Abyssal Rift. A place where the laws of the universe hold little sway, a breeding ground for chaos and despair. Even though I’ve seen it many times, it can’t stop me from having this foreboding feeling.”

The ark slowly navigated through the swirling vortex, entering the heart of the Abyssal Rift. The world around them transformed, the starry sky replaced by an endless expanse of darkness, punctuated by occasional flashes of chaotic energy.

Suddenly, a vast platform materialized before them, seemingly suspended in the void. It was a colossal structure, its surface etched with intricate runes and symbols that pulsed with an eerie light.

“This is the gathering point for the Abyssal Convention,” Qi Mu explained. “Cultivators from all the kingdoms will converge here.”

As if on cue, several other profound arks emerged from the darkness, each bearing the insignia of a different kingdom. They landed on the platform, their passengers disembarking, their faces filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Yun Lintian observed the arriving cultivators, his keen eyes assessing their strengths and weaknesses. He recognized representatives from the Eternal Night Kingdom, their bodies radiating an aura of darkness, and cultivators from the Divine Light Kingdom, their forms bathed in a radiant glow. He also saw representatives from the Abyssal Kingdom, their features sharp and angular, their eyes filled with a predatory glint.

Among the cultivators from the Divine Light Kingdom, one figure caught Yun Lintian’s attention. It was a young woman, her beauty ethereal, her aura radiating a gentle warmth. He felt an inexplicable pull towards her, a sense of familiarity that he couldn’t quite place.

He delved into his memories, searching for a connection, a clue to her identity. Then it struck him. This was Xia Nongyue, the woman he had seen in his vision when he took over the Moon Garden back in the Azure World.

Xia Nongyue, unaware of Yun Lintian’s gaze, felt a strange sensation, a tug at her soul as if a long-lost connection had been rekindled. She scanned the crowd, her eyes searching for the source of this feeling. Her gaze briefly met Yun Lintian’s, and a flicker of recognition, a sense of déjà vu, washed over her.

Yun Lintian, however, quickly averted his gaze, choosing not to approach her. At least, he must wait until she was alone.

The platform buzzed with activity as cultivators from the various kingdoms mingled, exchanging greetings and veiled threats. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the underlying competition palpable.

The Abyssal Convention was about to begin…