Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2996: Final Message (5)

As Yun Wuhan raised his hand, a phantom scene unfolded around everyone—Nian Shi in shadowed halls, weaving temporal threads no other god could perceive.

“He planned meticulously,” Yun Wuhan said. “Waited until the Creator was at her weakest and no one paid attention to her… then struck.”

The vision showed a blinding flash—the Creator’s last moments.

“But here’s what Nian Shi never knew,” Yun Wuhan’s voice turned razor-sharp. “The Creator had visited Yun Tianming beforehand. She told him she would die by Nian Shi’s hand… and allowed it.”

Long Xi’s draconic aura flared violently. “Why would she permit her own murder?!”

“Because of Yin.” Yun Wuhan’s projection darkened. “The Creator knew even eliminating Nian Shi wouldn’t end the true threat—her opposite, Uncreation. She saw Nian Shi’s ambition as… an opportunity.”

The spectral images shifted—showing the Creator whispering to Yun Tianming.

“Let Nian Shi play his part. When the time comes… my successor will need both enemy and ally.”

Long Qingxuan’s breath hitched. “Successor… You mean Lintian was part of her plan all along?”

Yun Wuhan shook his head. “Lintian wasn’t her chosen successor from the beginning. More precisely, the Creator never chose anyone—she simply knew a successor would emerge. It could have been anyone.”

His spectral form flickered as the visions around them shifted again, showing Nian Shi standing over the Creator’s fading form.

“When the Creator died,” Yun Wuhan continued, “Nian Shi searched desperately for any remnant of her power—but found nothing. This enraged him.”

The vision showed Nian Shi’s face twisting in fury as he realized the truth—the Creator had left him nothing to claim.

“He then assumed that her power had been completely divided among the thirteen Primordial Gods,” Yun Wuhan explained. “So he devised a new plan—to pit the gods against each other, letting them weaken themselves while he waited to harvest their power.”

Long Xi’s eyes narrowed in realization. “That’s why the God of Mortals suddenly accused the God of Death of killing the Creator.”

Yun Wuhan nodded. “Precisely. Nian Shi manipulated events from the shadows, fanning the flames of suspicion.”

Long Qingxuan’s voice was heavy. “And so… the Primordial War began.”

“But Nian Shi wasn’t the only one pulling strings,” Yun Wuhan said, a hint of grim satisfaction in his tone. “Yun Tianming, the God of Fate, was quietly guiding events as well.”

The visions shifted—showing Yun Tianming moving unseen among the warring gods, subtly altering outcomes.

A battle between the God of Light and God of Darkness ending in mutual injury rather than death.

The Star God narrowly avoiding an ambush thanks to an inexplicable premonition.

The River God and Mountain God being diverted from a fatal clash.

“Nian Shi eventually noticed these anomalies,” Yun Wuhan said. “He realized Yun Tianming must have known the truth about the Creator’s death and made a series of manipulation to counter him. So he retaliated—using the God of Darkness and God of Heaven to destroy Yun Tianming’s followers, the Butterfly Clan and others.”

The scenes turned brutal—celestial armies slaughtering entire bloodlines, temples burning, and Yun Tianming watching silently from afar.

“Nian Shi thought this would provoke Yun Tianming into direct confrontation,” Yun Wuhan continued. “But what he didn’t expect was the God of Fate’s true power.”

The vision changed—showing Nian Shi and Yun Tianming facing each other across a field of stars.

“While Nian Shi could peer into possible futures,” Yun Wuhan explained, “Yun Tianming could shape them. His understanding of fate wasn’t just observation—it was manipulation.”

The two gods clashed—not with weapons, but with divination.

Where Nian Shi saw a thousand possible attacks, Yun Tianming rendered them all irrelevant.

Where Nian Shi tried to trap him in temporal loops, Yun Tianming simply stepped outside them.

“Nian Shi realized he couldn’t win,” Yun Wuhan said. “So he resorted to a desperate measure—splitting existence into countless timelines.”

The vision fractured into infinite reflections—each showing a different version of events.

“With only one Yun Tianming but infinite Nian Shis across timelines,” Yun Wuhan said, “the God of Fate’s influence became diluted. It was the only way Nian Shi could avoid being completely countered.”

The visions faded, leaving the group in stunned silence.

Long Niu whispered, “So the Primordial War… all of it was just their chess game?”

Yun Wuhan’s form grew dimmer. “Yes. And it led to the world we know now—fractured, with timelines bleeding into each other, and the original thirteen Primordial Gods all but extinct.”

He paused for a moment and continued. “Truthfully, it can be said that I was the one who benefited from this. Without this action from Nian Shi, I and my wife wouldn’t have come into an existence.”

Long Xi’s draconic eyes gleamed with piercing intensity as she asked. “Then how did Yun Lintian become this successor? How did you and Yun Wushuang decide to create him?”

Yun Wuhan’s spectral form flickered, his expression turning wistful. “That… is a story of rebellion against fate itself.”

The white space around them dissolved, reforming into a celestial garden where two figures stood beneath a glowing tree—a younger Yun Wuhan with elemental energy swirling around him, and Yun Wushuang, her emerald eyes radiating life energy.

“Among the Primordial Gods in our timeline,” Yun Wuhan’s voice echoed, “we were the first to fall in love.”

The vision showed their hands intertwining, their divine essences resonating in harmony.

“But the Creator had warned us,” he continued. “’No children shall be born of Primordial Gods, lest the universe’s balance break.’ We obeyed… until the day everything changed.”

The scene shifted—Yun Wushuang stood before the World Tree, her hand brushing against a peculiar fruit. As she touched it, silver light erupted, coalescing into a fragment of the Seed of Time.

“Wushuang accidentally obtained a portion of the Seed’s power,” Yun Wuhan explained. “With it, she glimpsed the truth—our timeline wasn’t unique. Countless others existed, all manipulated by Nian Shi.”

“Our entire worldview shattered,” Yun Wuhan said further. “We realized the ’prohibition’ wasn’t from the Creator—it was Nian Shi’s scheme to prevent new gods from diluting his soon-to-be-stolen power.”

He looked at everyone and continued. “He was afraid that once the Primordial Gods gave birth to more descendants, he would have to require more efforts to eliminate them in order to absorb their power later.”