Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2351: Fallen God (1)

Chapter 2351: Fallen God (1)

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With a final, desperate cry, Mo Lianxing unleashed all her remaining power, hoping to create an opening, a chance to escape. But it was futile.

Puff!

Yun Lintian's sword descended, piercing through Mo Lianxing's defenses and impaling her heart. The Great Law of Death quickly consumed her vitality, turning her entire body black. Her body convulsed, her eyes losing their light as her life force extinguished.

The once-proud True God, Mo Lianxing, fell to the ground, her body turning into dust, scattering in the wind.

A hush fell over the battlefield. The Primordial God Tribe experts stared at the scene in disbelief. They had witnessed the death of a True God, slain by a God Ascension Realm cultivator. It was a sight that would forever be etched in their memories.

"You..." Dao Ling couldn't believe his eyes. Similar to him, Mo Lianxing was a True God from the Primordial Era. Looking at the entire Primal Chaos today, she was definitely one of the strongest. It was difficult to believe that she would die at the hands of Yun Lintian here.

"He actually..." Hong Hualian was at a loss for words. Even though she was aware of Yun Lintian's improvement in strength, she didn't expect it to reach this extent.

On the side, Yue Yun curled her lips and said, "Not bad. But it's a bit of a show-off. I guess some things cannot be changed easily."

Yun Lintian reached out to grab the Frostmourne Spear. The spear struggled fiercely, unleashing a terrifying cold aura to freeze his entire arm. However, Yun Lintian didn't seem to feel anything. He gently utilized the Moon relic's power, and the spear was gradually weakened.

With a bang, the Frostmourne Spear completely lost its strength and lay obediently in Yun Lintian's hand.

Yun Lintian looked at the spear and nodded slightly. This was definitely a top-notch artifact, countless times better than his White Dragon Spear.

He put the spear away and turned to look at Dao Ling. "Now, it's your turn."

The Primordial God Tribe experts, their faces etched with fear and disbelief, stared at Yun Lintian, their hearts pounding in their chests. The once-confident and arrogant group was now reduced to trembling prey, their eyes wide with the primal terror of facing an apex predator.

Dao Ling, his composure shattered, felt a chill creep down his spine. He had witnessed firsthand the devastating power Yun Lintian wielded, the effortless ease with which he had slain a True God. The Netherworld Compass in his hand felt suddenly heavy, its dark aura a mocking reminder of their failed invasion.

"Retreat!" he barked, his voice hoarse with panic.

The Primordial God Tribe experts needed no further encouragement. They turned to flee, their desperation fueling their movements. But before they could take a single step, the world around them warped and twisted, the very fabric of reality bending to Yun Lintian's will.

The spatial laws, mastered to an unimaginable degree, enveloped the battlefield, creating an inescapable pocket dimension. The Primordial God Tribe experts found themselves trapped, their escape route sealed.

Yun Lintian's figure flickered, appearing before them in the blink of an eye. His Heaven Piercing Sword, still imbued with the lingering aura of death, hummed with anticipation. "You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice a chilling echo in the confined space.

Panic erupted among the Primordial God Tribe experts. They unleashed a barrage of attacks, their divine energies intertwining in a desperate attempt to break free from the spatial prison. But Yun Lintian, his movements a blur, effortlessly weaved through the chaos, his sword flashing like a vengeful spirit.

Puff!

He appeared behind one of the experts, his sword piercing through their heart before they could even react. He vanished again, reappearing beside another, his sword severing their head with a single, clean stroke.

The Primordial God Tribe experts fell like flies, their screams echoing through the pocket dimension. Their once-mighty power seemed insignificant in the face of Yun Lintian's overwhelming strength.

Dao Ling, his face contorted in rage, activated the Netherworld Compass. The artifact pulsed with dark energy, creating a swirling vortex that threatened to consume everything in its path.

"Bastard!" he roared, his voice filled with hatred.

The vortex expanded, its dark tendrils reaching out to ensnare Yun Lintian. But Yun Lintian merely raised his hand, and the spatial laws responded to his command. The vortex, instead of engulfing him, was redirected towards the other Primordial God Tribe experts, swallowing them whole.

"ARGHHHH!!"

Their screams of agony were cut short as they were obliterated by the vortex's destructive power. Dao Ling watched in horror as his comrades were erased from existence, their bodies and souls devoured by the Netherworld Compass's insatiable hunger.

He was alone now, the last survivor of the Primordial God Tribe's invasion force. He stared at Yun Lintian, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hatred.

"You monster!" he spat, his voice trembling with rage.

Yun Lintian's expression remained unchanged. "You reap what you sow," he said simply.

He raised his sword, its blade gleaming in the dim light of the pocket dimension.

Dao Ling knew his end was near. He closed his eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

But the killing blow never came. Instead, he felt the pressure around him dissipate, the spatial prison dissolving into nothingness. He opened his eyes, his confusion growing as he saw Yun Lintian sheathing his sword and looking into the far distance on his left.

"Finally showing yourself, huh?" Yun Lintian said calmly.

At this moment, the space distorted, and a figure appeared in the starry sky. It was none other than the Heaven Severing War God Zhan You. His eyes, burning with the fires of a thousand supernovae, stared at Yun Lintian coldly.

"Your strength has improved too fast. Your existence is indeed illogical," Zhan You said coldly. "It was a mistake that I couldn't finish you back then."

Dao Ling breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retreated.

"Don't underestimate him," he said in a deep voice.

Zhan You ignored him, and the Heaven Severing Sword appeared in his hand, exuding a crimson aura.

"Will he...?" Yun Lingwei asked worriedly as she saw Zhan You. She could feel a boundless, oppressive aura emanating from him. It was so intense that her entire body went stiff.

"He'll be fine," Yue Yun said. "This is a good opportunity for him to test his current strength.

Zhan You is a good punching bag."

Yun Lingwei was speechless. A good punching bag?

Yun Lintian slowly dragged the Heaven Piercing Sword forward and said calmly, "Come."