Myth Beyond Heaven - Chapter 2964: The Creation (1)
Chapter 2964: The Creation (1)
Although Yun Lintian kept failing again and again, he was happy with the progress he gained.
Exhaling a long breath, Yun Lintian was ready for the next attempt.
This time, he expanded his focus to include the Storm—wind, transformation.
Three elements now.
The golden threads branched delicately, connecting.
From Sun to Storm, fire to wind. Then, from Moon to Storm, water to wind.
The moment the connections formed, Yun Lintian’s body trembled. His skin rippled—one moment burning, the next freezing, then whipped by invisible gusts.
But he held on.
“Balance,” he reminded himself.
The Storm howled, threatening to tear the connections apart—
Then, inexplicably…
It calmed.
For ten full breaths, the three elements existed in harmony, their energies flowing through the Seed of Time’s threads like blood through veins.
Then—
SNAP!
The connections broke.
Yun Lintian gasped, clutching his chest. The recoil was stronger this time—three cracked ribs, his lungs searing—but he was grinning.
“Not bad.”
Yun Lintian adjusted his condition and started the next attempt.
This time, he tried four elements directly.
Sun. Moon. Storm. Earth.
The golden threads grew more intricate, weaving a fragile web.
Fire nourishing earth.
Water feeding earth.
Wind scattering seeds across earth.
The moment the fourth element joined, Yun Lintian’s body changed.
His skin darkened to rich soil. His hair became strands of grass. His bones turned to stone.
Yet he didn’t panic.
He observed.
The Earth stabilized the others, grounding their wild energies.
For thirty breaths, the four elements danced in perfect sync—
Until the Thunder suddenly flared, drawn by the activity.
BOOM!
The unexpected intrusion shattered the balance.
Yun Lintian’s body convulsed as lightning arced through his meridians. His vision whited out.
When it cleared, he was on his knees, fingers clawing at the void floor.
His right arm was charred black.
But his smile was wider.
“I see now.”
Each failure taught him that order was mattered. Timing was also mattered. And intent was mattered.
Some elements stabilized others and connections needed to form gradually.
“Let’s do it.” Yun Lintian braced himself and started it over again.
Yun Lintian’s body was a patchwork of injuries—some healed, some fresh. His robes hung in tatters. Blood crusted his lips.
But his eyes burned with certainty.
This time, he didn’t just allow the connections.
He became them.
His breath became the Storm.
His heartbeat became the Thunder.
His bones became the Golden Mountain.
His blood became the Moon’s tides.
And through it all—the Seed of Time pulsed, its golden threads no longer separate but part of him.
The four elements thrummed in harmony, their energies circulating smoothly.
Then…
He reached for the Sun.
The moment the golden thread touched it—
Silence.
Absolute, crushing silence.
Just as Yun Lintian thought it was success, the Sun suddenly flared up and burned his entire body, turning him into a human torch.
“Agh!” Yun Lintian screamed painfully and hurriedly mobilized the power of the Moon to offset the raging Sun.
Soon, the fire gradually went way, leaving his skin charcoaled.
“Phew… That’s dangerous.” Yun Lintian felt that he had never come close to death like this before—not even when he faced Yin could give him such a feeling.
“Sure enough. No one can harm you better than yourself.” he muttered to himself as he utilized the power of the Tree of Life to heal his injuries.
After recovering, Yun Lintian continued and failed again and again.
Time lost all meaning in the endless darkness.
Yun Lintian had no idea how long he’d been trying—days? Months? Years?
His body was a tapestry of scars. His robes had long since disintegrated, leaving only tattered remnants clinging to his frame. His hair, once neatly tied, now hung in wild strands, dry from repeated spiritual exhaustion.
Yet he persisted.
Buzz—
Eight elements now danced in harmony within his Divine Core—all but the Dark Pearl and the Light Pole connected through shimmering golden threads.
Yun Lintian’s breathing was steady, his focus absolute.
“This time…”
He reached for the final element.
The golden thread extended delicately toward the Dark Pearl and the Light Pole—not forcing, not demanding, simply inviting.
The moment the connection formed—
Perfection.
All ten elements pulsed as one. The Seed of Time blazed like a miniature sun at the center, its radiance weaving through every power in perfect synchrony.
Yun Lintian’s lips curved into a triumphant grin.
“Hahaha! I’ve done it—”
CRACK!
Without warning, the connections shattered.
Not just broke—detonated.
Yun Lintian’s Divine Core fractured like glass. His meridians exploded from within. Blood erupted from every orifice as his body convulsed violently.
His last conscious thought was sheer disbelief.
“What the f…?”
Then—
Darkness.
Silence descended and only Yun Lintian’s ragged breaths could be heard in the darkness.
A while later, the shadowy figure materialized beside Yun Lintian’s broken form.
For a long moment, it simply stared.
Then—
“As expected from the True Seed of Fate.”
The voice was different now—lighter, melodic. Undeniably feminine.
A slender hand reached down, brushing Yun Lintian’s blood-matted hair aside almost tenderly.
“You can actually do it… It’s something that only I can do.”
Had Yun Lintian been conscious, he would have recognized that voice instantly.
The Creator.
The figure straightened, its form shimmering briefly—revealing the silhouette of a woman before the shadows swallowed her again.
“No, I didn’t do it… I was born with it, but you… you actually forced the way through… I hope you can remember this moment.”
With that, she dissolved into the darkness once more.
Silence descended once again.
Time passed unknowingly.
“Hah!”
On one day, Yun Lintian came to with a gasp.
Every inch of his body screamed in protest. His soul ocean was in ruins, his Divine Core barely intact. Even breathing hurt.
“Damn it…” He coughed up blackened blood. “I thought that was it.”
Summoning what little strength remained, he called upon the Tree of Life’s power. Green light flickered weakly around him, knitting his worst wounds shut. The God of Life’s energy followed—a pale imitation of its usual potency, but enough to stabilize him.
“How?” He gritted his teeth as bones reset themselves. “I had them all connected. Why did it collapse?”
The answer came not as words, but as instinct—
Too rigid.
His connections had been perfect… which was the problem.
Nature wasn’t perfect.
It was fluid.
Yun Lintian barked a laugh that turned into another cough.
“Of course.”
He’d been so focused on creating unbreakable bonds that he’d forgotten—
True harmony required flexibility.
The elements needed to flow together and apart like seasons, like day and night.
Not fixed.
Alive…
