Myth Beyond Heaven - Chapter 2949 2949: Crumble (3)

The world was ending, and Lan Hanyu could feel it in her bones.

Her long blue hair fluttered wildly in the chaotic winds as she stepped forward, her light blue robes already half-dissolved into golden dust.

The Grand Array Platform trembled beneath her feet, its light flickering like a dying candle. Around her, the last of the True Gods stood—Lin Xinyao, Yun Qianxue, Hei Yue, and the others—their faces pale with exhaustion and grief.

But Lan Hanyu’s thoughts were not on herself.

Her hand pressed gently against her belly, where a tiny life pulsed weakly within her.

Bing’er.

Her daughter.

Yun Lintian’s child.

A child who would never see the world.

“I’m sorry,” Lan Hanyu whispered, her voice breaking. “Mom can’t protect you after all.”

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—

A soft, childish voice echoed in her mind.

“It’s okay, Mom.”

A trace of sadness flashed across Lan Hanyu’s eyes.

That voice—clear and sweet, like the first chime of a silver bell—was unmistakably her daughter’s.

“I know you tried your best,” Bing’er murmured. “It’s a pity… I won’t get to see Dad. He doesn’t even know about me, does he?”

Lan Hanyu’s breath hitched.

“No,” she whispered back. “He doesn’t.”

“Will he love me like you do, Mom?”

“Of course, he will.” Lan Hanyu said softly.

“Hehe. I knew it.” Bing’er giggled.

Lan Hanyu closed her eyes.

Unfortunately, there was probably no chance anymore for Yun Lintian to see this unborn child…

Because she, too, was about to die.

Taking a deep breath and opening her eyes, Lan Hanyu was determined. Her aura began to surge as she prepared to burn her life essence like others.

“Hanyu.”

A deep voice cut through the chaos.

Qi Gang, the Golden Qilin God, stepped forward, his golden eyes burning with urgency. Unlike his usual composed demeanor, his expression was fierce, his jaw clenched.

“You cannot do this,” he said, his voice low but firm.

Lan Hanyu turned to him, her frost-blue eyes filled with sorrow. “Brother Qi… look around us. Is there any other way?”

Qi Gang’s gaze flickered to her belly—just for an instant—before hardening.

“There is always another way.”

He knew.

Of course he knew.

As one of the most powerful Divine Beasts, Qi Gang had sensed the faint pulse of life within her the moment she had stepped onto the battlefield.

And now—

He would not let her die.

“Stand back,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Lan Hanyu opened her mouth to protest—but then stopped.

Because Qi Gang was already moving.

“ROAR!!”

With a roar, Qi Gang’s human form shattered.

Golden light erupted from his body, his flesh and bones transforming into the majestic form of the Golden Qilin—a divine beast of unparalleled defense, his scales gleaming like forged metal, his mane like molten gold.

The moment his true form manifested, the space beneath him solidified, the crumbling starry skies stabilizing under his power.

“Senior Qi—!” Lin Xinyao cried out.

But the Golden Qilin did not hesitate.

He reared onto his hind legs, his massive hooves slamming into the solidified space beneath him with enough force to crack mountains.

“I will hold the line,” his voice boomed, resonating through the battlefield like a divine decree. “None of you are allowed to die here!”

Then—

He burned.

Not with fire, but with life essence—the very core of his divine existence.

Golden flames erupted from his body, surging upward to form a colossal barrier, a dome of earth and gold so dense it defied the erosion of time itself.

The crumbling slowed.

The void’s advance halted.

For now.

But such power came at a cost.

Qi Gang’s massive form flickered, his golden scales peeling away like autumn leaves. Bit by bit, his body dissolved into golden embers, his essence fueling the barrier.

“Brother Qi!” Lan Hanyu’s voice was raw with grief.

The Golden Qilin turned his head slightly, his glowing eyes meeting hers.

“Live,” he rumbled. “For your child.”

For Bing’er.

For the child who had not yet seen the world.

Lan Hanyu’s hands trembled.

She wanted to argue.

She wanted to scream.

But in the end—

She could only watch as Qi Gang sacrificed himself to buy them time.

“Listen to me!” Qi Gang’s voice thundered across the battlefield, even as his body continued to dissolve. “Do not burn your lives! Not a single one of you!”

His gaze swept over Lin Xinyao, Yun Qianxue, Hei Yue—over every survivor still standing.

“If any of you die here… Yun Lintian will lose his mind.”

The words struck like a blade.

Because it was true.

If they sacrificed themselves now, if they left him behind—

Yun Lintian would break.

And the world needed him whole.

The barrier held.

For now.

But Qi Gang’s form was nearly gone, his golden light dimming with every passing second.

Lin Xinyao’s silver tears fell freely.

Yun Qianxue’s sword trembled in her grip.

Hei Yue’s darkness coiled around them like a final shield.

And Lan Hanyu—

She pressed her hand to her belly one last time.

“I’m sorry, Bing’er,” she whispered to Bing’er. “Mom has to it.”

She knew that it was her turn to do something to buy time for everyone.

As she was about to unleash her power, a figure emerged from the void.

Yun Ling.

Her white robes fluttered like the last pure snow in a burning world. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, untouched by the chaos around her. Her dark eyes, usually gentle and warm, now shone with an otherworldly calm.

A soft white light emanated from her body—not the harsh glare of desperation, but the serene glow of absolute resolve.

She turned her gaze to Yun Qianxue, to Lin Xinyao—and finally, to Lan Hanyu.

Her voice, when she spoke, was quiet but carried the weight of divine decree.

“I will not allow Young Master’s daughter to die.”

Silence.

For a heartbeat, the battlefield itself seemed to still.

Yun Qianxue’s breath caught.

Lin Xinyao’s silver eyes widened.

Han Bingling and the others were no exception. They were temporarily stunned.

Even amidst the apocalypse, this revelation struck like thunder.

Yun Lintian had a daughter.

And she was still unborn in Lan Hanyu’s womb.

Lan Hanyu’s lips parted, her frost-blue eyes trembling. “Yun Ling, I—”

Yun Ling raised a hand, cutting her off.

“My existence has always been for one purpose,” she said softly. “To serve and protect Young Master.”

She turned her gaze to the crumbling sky, to the golden void swallowing the universe.

“And now… it is time to fulfill my final duty.”