Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 3047: Last Standing (5)

Yin, who had been watching the battle with a bored expression, finally raised an eyebrow. A faint, intrigued smirk touched his lips. “Oh? So that’s the plan. Sacrifice the many to clear the path for the few. How very… pragmatic of you.”

He made no move to stop them. This was getting interesting again.

The original Nian Shi and his twenty copies ignored him. Their full attention was on the barrier. They could feel the two energies within it—the fading but defiant Phoenix fire and the steadfast, ancient power of the Black Turtle. Both were formidable. Together, they were a profound challenge.

But against the concentrated, unified power of twenty-one Gods of Time aiming for the same point?

It would be the ultimate test.

The original Nian Shi pointed his Blade at the center of the barrier. The twenty copies mirrored his action exactly.

“Epoch’s End,” the original Nian Shi intoned, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.

Buzz—

The twenty-one Blades of Eternity glowed with a light so intense it was almost black, a light that consumed all other colors. It was the focused power of every end, every death, every extinction event across countless timelines, all directed at a single, tiny point on the barrier’s surface.

They thrust forward.

There was no sound. There was only a silent, terrifying convergence of energy. A beam of absolute temporal ending, thin as a needle but dense with the weight of dead universes, shot from the tip of each blade, all twenty-one beams merging into one impossibly concentrated point of destruction.

This was not a blunt force attack. It was a precise, surgical strike designed to overwhelm the barrier’s defenses by applying an infinite amount of entropic pressure to an infinitesimally small area. It was the temporal equivalent of a universe-ending black hole focused to the size of a pinprick.

The beam hit the barrier.

For a moment, nothing happened. The fused energies of Phoenix and Black Turtle held firm against the pinpoint assault.

Then, a dot of absolute gray appeared where the beam made contact. It was a spot where time did not just end, but was erased from the concept of having ever existed.

The vibrant flames and the steady green-black energy around that tiny dot began to dim, not by being pushed back, but by being unmade from the point of impact outward.

Rumble—

The barrier, which had withstood a tidal wave of Uncreation, now shuddered under this infinitely more focused assault.

A hairline crack, not of black void, but of dead, gray nothingness, began to spread from the point of impact.

Inside the barrier, Long Qingxuan, Long Xi, and the others, who had been recovering their strength, felt a new, terrifying pressure descend upon them. The air grew cold, and a profound sense of finality washed over them. They looked up to see the gray dot spreading like a stain on their protective dome.

The real Nian Shi watched, his expression unchanging. He had finally found a way to apply his power.

BOOM!

The battlefield churned with primordial fury.

On one flank, the struggle between Nian Shi’s temporal army and Yin’s hunting hounds reached a fever pitch.

Number One moved with lethal grace, his form a blur of condensed void. Each swing of his ethereal sword didn’t just cut through space—it severed timelines, forcing the Nian Shi copies to constantly reinforce their temporal cohesion.

Number Two’s music wove through the chaos, her Guqin producing notes that unraveled reality itself. The melody created dissonance in the copies’ coordinated attacks, making their silver auras flicker unpredictably.

Yet these were no ordinary manifestations—these were Nian Shi’s finest selves from across timelines, each a master of temporal warfare.

They fought back with terrifying precision. Some copies created time dilation fields, slowing the hunters’ movements to a crawl. Others summoned echoes of past battles, phantoms of forgotten wars that harried the void creatures.

A group of copies synchronized their attacks, striking at Number One from multiple temporal directions simultaneously.

But for all their prowess, they couldn’t advance. Each time they pressed forward, Number One’s void blade would cut through their temporal manipulations, while Number Two’s music disrupted their formations.

It was a magnificent, terrible stalemate—the absolute defense of the hunters against the relentless offense of time itself.

Meanwhile, the main assault continued. The original Nian Shi and his twenty elite copies maintained their focused beam attack on the barrier.

The “Epoch’s End” technique drilled into the protective dome with terrifying patience. The gray dead spot had grown to the size of a shield now, with cracks of nothingness spreading outward like fractured ice.

Inside the barrier, the defenders felt the increasing strain. Long Qingxuan’s newly healed body tensed as cold entropy seeped through the cracks.

“The barrier won’t hold much longer!” she called out, her voice cutting through the growing dread.

Long Xi’s Light Dragon aura flared brighter in response. “Stand ready!”

The Tree of Life’s healing energy continued to flow into them, but it was diminishing rapidly. Each of them focused on recovery, drawing on every ounce of their cultivation base.

Long Niu grounded herself, drawing strength from the earth beneath her feet. Yue Chuntao and Yue Zhihe intertwined their lunar energies, creating protective silvery shields.

Mumu gathered spiritual energy between her paws, ready to unleash her innate powers.

They could see the barrier deteriorating before their eyes. The glorious Phoenix flames that had once burned so brightly were now dim and patchy around the breach.

The Black Turtle’s ancient runes glowed with desperate intensity, but the black-green lattice was visibly straining under the relentless temporal assault.

The real Nian Shi watched coldly, increasing the pressure methodically. He could feel the barrier weakening, its legendary defenses finally yielding to the concentrated might of time’s end.

A cruel smile touched his lips—victory was within reach.

“Now! All power!” Nian Shi’s voice cut through the chaos, a command that resonated across all his copies.

The twenty elite Nian Shis surrounding him immediately responded. Their silver auras blazed as one, pouring every ounce of their temporal power into the “Epoch’s End” beam.

The gray beam intensified, becoming so dense it seemed to suck all light and sound into itself.

CRACK—!