Myth Beyond Heaven

The ice spear, a glistening sliver of death, pierced through Yun Lintian's heart with a sickening squelch. A wave of frost exploded from the point of contact, enveloping his body in a tomb of ice.

His eyes, once filled with warmth, glazed over as the life drained from them, his form frozen in an eternal tableau of pain.

Yun Lintian's body was thrown backward, his consciousness fading. Having experienced death once before, he knew this was the end, and there was nothing he could do.

The relentless cold energy seeped into every part of his body, freezing everything it touched. Yun Lintian's Divine Core fought to release its power, but to no avail. The lights on the relic symbols dimmed, trapped within the icy coffin.

"Lintian!!"

Yun Qianxue and the other women cried out in shock, their faces draining of color.

Xiao Shou reacted first, lunging forward with a punch aimed at Mo Lianxing.

Mo Lianxing sneered and countered with a powerful kick.

BOOM!

The ground shook with a deafening explosion.

Mo Lianxing was thrown into the air, spinning several times before regaining her balance mid-air. She looked at Yun Lintian and was certain he couldn't survive.

The sudden turn of events caught everyone completely off guard. Lan Qinghe and Li Shan were stunned. Had they stood by Yun Lintian's side, this might not have happened.

"Lintian!" Yun Qianxue and the other women rushed to Yun Lintian's side.

The moment they reached out to help, their arms were instantly frozen.

"Stay back!" Hua Rong intervened, using her power to pull everyone away.

Surrounded by flower petals, she examined Yun Lintian. "He's still alive," she said, frowning. "We need to remove the law power."

Xiao Shou joined them, his power surging. He attempted to dispel the power of the Law of Water but found it impossible.

"It's useless. He won't survive," Mo Lianxing declared coldly.

Xiao Shou's brow furrowed. The law power within Yun Lintian was unique, likely from the Mo Clan's bloodline.

"Big Brother Yun," Linlin choked back tears, desperately trying to use her power to dispel the cold energy, but to no avail.

Qingqing was in a similar state. She could feel the connection between her and the Storm relic within Yun Lintian weakening, on the verge of disappearing forever.

Meanwhile, the Tang siblings were froze on the place. They didn't know what to do in this situation.

Everyone was in a mess.

Dian Lei recovered from the shock and bellowed in anger. "What have you done, Mo Lianxing!?"

A thunder spear appeared in his hand and he immediately threw it towards Mo Lianxing.

Mo Lianxing snorted coldly. She summoned the Frostmourn Spear and swung it at the oncoming thunder spear.

BOOOOM—

The deafening clash of weapons reverberated through the tomb, sending tremors through the already unstable structure.

Dian Lei's thunder spear shattered, its power consumed by the insatiable frost energy of the Frostmourn Spear.

"Damn it! Ugh!" Dian Lei coughed up a mouthful of blood. His injuries worsen.

Bei Yixiang blasted the dark vortex away and turned to Mo Lianxing. "What did he promise you?"

Mo Lianxing calmly replied, "Revenge."

"And you believe him?" Bei Yixiang asked further.

"Even if he lies to me, I will take this chance regardless," Mo Lianxing answered. "Look at the entire Primal Chaos. Who could possibly be his opponent?"

"Fool!" Dian Lei cursed angrily. "You actually believe him after everything he has done to this world."

"You… Cough! Cough!" Dian Lei coughed up more blood, his face flushed red with anger as he glared at Mo Lianxing with hatred.

Mo Lianxing let out a mockinglaugh. "Do you honestly believe an inexperienced brat like him could stand a chance against that person? Please. Don't be naive. He may have potential, but potential is just potential. He'll never have the opportunity to realize his true power. Look at him. I can kill him so easily."

"And you, Bei Yixiang," she glanced at Bei Yixiang, then continued, "I originally thought you were smarter. It turns out I was wrong. Seriously, did you really not know what I was planning?"

Dian Lei looked at Bei Yixiang questioningly, awaiting his explanation.

However, Bei Yixiang remained silent. His silence served as an acknowledgment of Mo Lianxing's words.

"Heh." Mo Lianxing smiled disdainfully. "Should I appreciate your help? After all, it was you who gavethe opportunity."

"What do you mean, Bei Yixiang?" Dian Lei asked, his expression unsightly.

Bei Yixiang, his face an unreadable mask, remained silent. The weight of his actions, the realization that he had unwittingly played into Mo Lianxing's hands, pressed heavily upon him.

He had underestimated the depths of her desperation and the lengths she would go to achieve her vengeance.

"Hehe. What a show." Xie Pojun watched as everything unfolded with amusement. "But that doesn't mean all of you can escape my palm today."

Buzz—

The swirling vortex of darkness writhed, its tendrils seeking fresh souls to devour. Xie Pojun's laughter echoed through the chamber, laced with a maniacal hunger.

Lan Qinghe and Li Shan stood resolute, their forms glowing with the power of their Laws, the last line of defense against the encroaching darkness.

A tremor of rage ripped through Bei Yixiang, shattering his contemplative silence. Mo Lianxing's words were a searing brand, a stark reminder of his miscalculation.

He lunged towards her, his palm crackling with the power of the Law of Wind, a tempestuous gale threatening to rip her apart.

Mo Lianxing, however, remained unfazed. A glacial smile played on her lips as she met his attack head-on. The Frostmourn Spear shimmered, its icy aura colliding with the windstorm in a deafening explosion.

BOOM!!

The shockwave sent them both flying backwards, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake.

Meanwhile, Lan Qinghe and Li Shan unleashed their ultimate attacks. Lan Qinghe conjured a mesmerizing dance of orchids, each petal imbued with the essence of life, attempting to counteract the chilling tendrils of darkness emanating from Xie Pojun's vortex.

Li Shan, transformed into a silver blur, weaved through the darkness, his spear a streak of silver lightning aimed at the heart of the vortex.

BOOM!

The clash of powers resonated throughout the tomb. The air crackled with a chaotic mix of energies – the chilling frost, the biting wind, the vibrant life force, and the raw, devouring darkness.

"Hahaha! Let's dance." Xie Pojun remained undeterred. His laughter echoed through the chaos, a chilling melody that sent shivers down everyone's spine.