Myth Beyond Heaven - Chapter 2950 2950: Crumble (4)

Yun Ling stood amidst the crumbling world, her white robes pristine against the golden decay of reality. The soft glow around her intensified as she turned her gaze toward Qi Gang, whose massive Golden Qilin form was now barely more than fading embers.

“Thank you, Senior Qi,” she said softly, her voice carrying across the battlefield like a gentle breeze. “For protecting them.”

Qi Gang’s golden eyes, dimming with each passing second, managed to focus on her. His massive body trembled, scales dissolving into motes of light.

“Yun… Ling…” His voice was a ragged whisper, strained with pain. “Don’t… do this… You’re… his last line… of defense…”

His words were heavy with meaning.

If Yun Ling fell here, there would be no one left strong enough to shield Yun Qianxue and the others from Nian Shi’s schemes.

But Yun Ling only smiled—a serene, sorrowful smile.

“If I don’t do this now,” she murmured, “I will never get another chance.”

She turned her gaze back to the collapsing sky, her expression resolute.

“This has always been my purpose.”

Then—

She unleashed her power.

BOOM!!

A blinding white light erupted from Yun Ling’s body, so radiant it eclipsed the dying stars. The ground beneath her feet solidified, the cracks in reality sealing shut where her light touched. The golden decay of the universe halted, as if time itself had been frozen.

Her aura surged, transcending the limits of the True God realm, brushing against something far greater—

The Primordial God Realm.

The white light immediately expanded, pushing back the golden decay with relentless force. Where it passed, the crumbling stars rekindled, the vanishing realms reformed.

For a fleeting moment—

The apocalypse reversed.

Lan Hanyu’s hands trembled over her belly.

“Yun Ling… don’t…”

But Yun Ling did not look back.

Her gaze was fixed on the void, her white light expanding like a newborn star.

“Young Master once asked me why I chose to serve him,” she said softly, as if reminiscing. “I never answered.”

Her light grew brighter.

“Now… he will never need to ask again.”

“Stop it, Senior Yun!” Lin Xinyao cried out.

But Yun Ling was beyond hearing.

Her body had become pure light, her consciousness merging with the very fabric of existence.

She was no longer just Yun Ling, the quiet maidservant.

She was the will of protection itself.

Yun Ling’s form flickered, her outline dissolving into the radiance.

Qi Gang, barely clinging to existence, watched with fading eyes.

“Foolish girl…” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “He… will never forgive himself…”

Yun Ling’s voice echoed back, gentle but firm.

“Then… he must live long enough to learn how.”

The white light intensified, swallowing the battlefield whole.

Yun Ling’s body had become pure radiance, her form dissolving into the very fabric of creation. The power she unleashed was not just divine—it was primordial, a force that defied the erosion of time itself.

“Seal.”

A single word.

A divine decree.

And in that moment—

A pocket dimension formed.

A perfect, unbreakable sanctuary, woven from the remnants of Yun Ling’s existence.

The golden decay of the universe halted at its borders, unable to penetrate.

The crumbling stars outside its walls froze mid-collapse, as if time itself had been severed.

Inside, the survivors stood in stunned silence.

Lin Xinyao’s silver eyes reflected the fading light.

Yun Qianxue’s fingers trembled around her sword.

Hei Yue’s darkness coiled tightly around her, as if even the daughter of the God of Darkness could not comprehend what had just transpired.

And Lan Hanyu—

Her hands pressed against her belly, her breath caught in her throat.

“Yun Ling…”

But there was no answer.

Only the lingering warmth of the white light—

And the knowledge that Yun Ling had burned herself away to create this final refuge.

The pocket dimension was silent.

No wind. No sound. No movement.

Just the faint hum of Yun Ling’s power, holding back the apocalypse beyond its walls.

Hongyue was the first to speak.

“We cannot grieve yet.”

Her crimson eyes were sharp, her voice steady despite the weight pressing down on them all.

“The barrier won’t last forever. We must reinforce it while we can.”

Her words were pragmatic, but her clenched fists betrayed her fury.

Lan Hanyu exhaled slowly, forcing her trembling hands to still.

“Hongyue is right,” she said, her voice low but firm. “We must endure.”

For Bing’er.

For Yun Lintian.

For the ones who had already sacrificed everything.

The others nodded silently, their grief buried beneath necessity.

Lin Xinyao stepped forward, her lunar energy flickering as she prepared to channel it into the barrier.

Yun Qianxue raised her sword, frost spreading from her feet.

Hei Yue’s darkness surged, reinforcing the edges of the sanctuary.

But just as they began—

A cold laugh echoed through the void.

“How touching.”

The voice was smooth, amused—and utterly merciless.

Space rippled, and a figure stepped into view.

Tall. Silver-haired. Eyes like frozen starlight.

Nian Shi.

But not the one trapped beyond Ning Yue’s barrier.

This was the other Nian Shi—the one summoned from another timeline, the one who had been watching from the shadows.

His lips curled into a mocking smile as he surveyed the survivors.

“I must admit,” he mused, “I’m impressed you’ve lasted this long.”

The tension in the pocket dimension spiked.

Every cultivator present instinctively shifted into defensive stances, their auras flaring.

Lan Hanyu’s frost-blue eyes burned with cold fury.

“So the rat finally shows itself,” she uttered coldly.

Nian Shi chuckled, spreading his arms in a theatrical gesture.

“Oh, I had no intention of interfering. Truly.” His smile sharpened. “But thanks to that little tree spirit, Ning Yue, I no longer have a choice.”

A ripple of shock passed through the group.

“Ning Yue…?” Yun Qianxue whispered.

They hadn’t known she had awakened.

Nian Shi’s gaze flicked to her, amused.

“Did you think you were the only ones fighting?” He shook his head. “No matter. It changes nothing.”

His silver eyes gleamed as he stepped closer, the very air around him warping with temporal energy.

“I know what you’re waiting for,” he asked with a playful smile. “Yun Lintian, isn’t it?”

A beat of silence.

Then—

“Give up that hope.”

His voice turned icy.

“He’s trapped in another timeline, one of my making. By the time he escapes—if he escapes—the grass on your graves will have already grown tall.”

The words landed like a death sentence…

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