Myth Beyond Heaven

2216 Confront (2)

Yun Lintian watched with interest, his expression unchanged. As someone who had confronted True Gods, Jiu Lang’s aura couldn’t intimidate him in the slightest.

Jiu Lang, sensing Yun Lintian’s unwavering gaze, raised his other hand, directing the sphere towards him. “This is a mere taste of my power,” he said, his voice echoing with authority. “I hope it will persuade you to reconsider your brashness.”

The sphere hurtled towards Yun Lintian, its golden light illuminating the room with a blinding intensity. It was a force of pure destruction, capable of annihilating anything in its path.

Yun Lintian, however, remained unmoved. He simply raised his hand, his palm outstretched towards the oncoming sphere. As the sphere made contact, a shockwave rippled through the air, sending tremors through the ground.

The room held its breath, anticipating a cataclysmic explosion. But to everyone’s astonishment, the sphere simply vanished, absorbed into Yun Lintian’s palm as if it were nothing more than a wisp of smoke.

A stunned silence filled the room. Qing Zong and his men stared in disbelief, their minds struggling to comprehend what they had just witnessed. Jiu Lang’s eyes widened for the first time, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually placid features.

Yun Lintian lowered his hand, his expression unchanged. “Is that all you’ve got, old man?” he asked, a hint of mockery in his voice. “Perhaps you should try harder.”

Jiu Lang’s surprise quickly turned into amusement. “Very well,” he said, his voice tinged with a newfound respect. “Let’s see if you can handle this.”

He raised both hands, his palms glowing with an even brighter golden light. This time, two spheres of energy materialized, their combined power dwarfing the previous one.

With a swift motion, he launched the spheres towards Yun Lintian, their trajectory crisscrossing to create a deadly web of energy.

Yun Lintian, unfazed, simply stood his ground. As the spheres closed in, he raised both hands, his palms glowing with a radiant white light. The air hummed with an otherworldly energy as the white light formed a protective barrier around him. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

The golden spheres collided with the barrier, creating a blinding explosion of light and sound. The room shook violently, furniture shattering and walls cracking under the immense pressure.

When the dust settled, Yun Lintian remained standing, his barrier unscathed. The golden spheres had vanished without a trace, their power completely neutralized by his white light.

A stunned silence filled the room once more. This time, it was the silence of awe and fear. Jiu Lang, his amusement replaced by a grim seriousness, realized he had underestimated his opponent.

10:30

“You are not a descendant of the Azure Cloud Yun Clan,” he said, his voice low and measured. “Who are you, and what is your purpose here?”

Yun Wuhan and Yun Tianlong exchanged shocking gazes. They felt everything that had just happened in front of them was unreal. Was this truly Yun Lintian they knew?

Yun Lintian met Jiu Lang’s gaze, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent chills down the old man’s spine. “I am Yun Lintian, Young Patriarch of the Yun Clan,” he declared, his voice resonating with power. “And my purpose is to protect my clan and ensure their wellbeing.”

Jiu Lang’s eyes narrowed. He could sense a hidden depth within Yun Lintian, a power that far surpassed his own. This young man was not to be trifled with.

“I see,” Jiu Lang said slowly.

His gaze snapping to the stunned Qing De, Jiu Lang didn’t mince words. “Obey him.” The single, forceful command held the weight of a harsh warning.

Qing De, shaken from his stupor, straightened and spoke. “Effective immediately, the Azure Spring Grove falls under the Yun Clan’s dominion. The Azure Royal Clan shall guarantee the Yun Clan’s safety. No individual within my kingdom will dare infringe upon the Yun Clan’s authority.”

Yun Wuhan trembled, his mouth agape but no words escaping. A tempest of emotions warred within him, defying easy description.

“Very well,” Yun Lintian replied coolly. “No need to drag out the pleasantries.”

Catching Qing De’s eye, Qing Zong hastily interjected, “Yes, I’ll make the announcement immediately.” He scurried out, a man on the run.

“Forgive the earlier transgression,” Jiu Lang offered politely, cupping his fists. “I extend an invitation to Young Patriarch Yun to visit my humble abode someday.”

“Perhaps another time,” Yun Lintian acknowledged with a curt nod. A hunch gnawed at him – Jiu Lang’s presence in this realm might be connected to Qing Shui. Maybe the old man held some answers.

“Let’s return, Dad,” Yun Lintian said to his dad.

A complex web of emotions flickered across Yun Wuhan’s face. Were it not for the flicker of recognition in Yun Lintian’s eyes, he wouldn’t have believed this powerful being to be his son.

“Yes, let’s go back.” Yun Wuhan murmured, following Yun Lintian’s lead into the sky.

With a smile, Jiu Lang turned to Yun Tianlong. “Congratulations. The Yun Clan ascendency appears inevitable.”

Yun Tianlong returned the gesture with cupped fists before swiftly departing to catch up with Yun Lintian.

Consumed by curiosity, Qing De finally blurted, “National Master?”

Jiu Lang stroked his beard, a hint of emotion flickering across his face. “This young man… I fear he might be a True God’s disciple.”

The earlier clash with Yun Lintian had been a battle of profound law mastery. Yun Lintian’s effortless nullification of Jiu Lang’s profound law attack spoke volumes – his control over the laws surpassed Jiu Lang’s by a significant margin. Only under the tutelage of a True God could one achieve such mastery.

Qing De’s jaw clenched. “A True God’s disciple…?” he echoed, his voice barely a whisper.

A sudden curiosity struck Jiu Lang. “Do you know the identity of his mother?” he inquired.

Qing De raised an eyebrow, directing his gaze at Qing Cong.

“To the best of my knowledge,” Qing Cong responded hastily, “his mother departed a long time ago. Apparently, she hailed from a place called the Misty Cloud Palace.”

“The Misty Cloud Palace?” Recognition dawned on Jiu Lang’s face. “That explains it.”

Unfamiliar with the name, Qing De inquired with curiosity, “National Master, what kind of sect is this?”

“One of the most powerful factions within the Divine Moon God Clan’s territory,” Jiu Lang explained gently. “For her son to possess such immense talent, his mother must be either a direct disciple or someone of high standing within the sect.”

The revelation left Qing De numb. He finally understood the source of Yun Lintian’s immense power.

Jiu Lang cast Qing De a knowing look. “Thank your luck he chose a merciful path.”