Myth Beyond Heaven - Chapter 3040: Frustration

Chapter 3040: Frustration

Nian Shi raised the Blade of Eternity high, its edge humming with the condensed power of dead universes. “I will not be mocked by a dead bird’s final tantrum! Time’s End!”

He unleashed a concentrated beam of pure entropy, a lance of gray nothingness designed to unravel the fundamental laws holding the barrier together. It struck the fiery storm with the force of a collapsing galaxy.

The barrier shimmered. The flames rippled. But it did not break. The beam of ending time simply… dissolved upon contact, its power absorbed and neutralized by the perpetual, self-sustaining cycle of life and sacrifice within the flames.

He tried again. And again. He fractured the space around it, trying to isolate it from the flow of time. He summoned echoes of past cataclysms to batter it. He attempted to fast-forward its existence to a point of natural decay.

Nothing worked.

The barrier remained, a constant, unwavering testament to Nantian Fengyu’s will. It was as if she had created a pocket dimension where her sacrifice was the only law, and that law was protection.

Frustration boiled over into raw, incandescent rage. =

“BREAK!” he roared, slamming the Blade of Eternity against the flames in a purely physical, undignified show of force.

BOOOOOM!

The impact sent shockwaves through the barren land, but the barrier didn’t even flicker. He was reduced to beating against it like a common mortal, his primordial dignity in tatters.

“Heh.”

From a distance, a soft, mocking chuckle cut through the silence.

Yin, who had been observing the entire spectacle with evident amusement, finally spoke. “Stop wasting your energy, Timekeeper. You will never break it.”

Nian Shi whirled around, his face a mask of thunderous fury. “What did you say?!”

Yin gestured lazily with his chin toward the barrier, a strange, almost respectful glint in his dark eyes. “This is not just a barrier forged from life essence or soul power. Any common god could do that. This…” He paused, as if savoring the revelation. “…this is something far more profound. That little Phoenix didn’t just sacrifice her life. She completely and utterly gave up her Nirvana.”

He let the word hang in the air, allowing its significance to sink in.

“For a Phoenix, Nirvana is everything. It is their core, their promise, their eternal cycle. It is the guarantee of return, of endless rebirth. She didn’t just die for him. She erased her own future. She extinguished the very possibility of her own return across countless lifetimes. She traded eternity itself for this single, perfect moment of protection. You cannot break a will that has already embraced absolute oblivion for its purpose.”

Yin’s gaze grew distant, almost thoughtful. “Among all the mythical beasts that woman created,” he said, referring to the Creator with a mix of contempt and familiarity, “she always did seem most fond of the Divine Phoenix. I never understood why until now. It reflects her own sentimentality, doesn’t it? A symbol of destruction and creation, death and rebirth… a stubborn, foolish belief that something new can always come from the ashes.”

He looked back at the impassable fiery storm, and a hint of genuine, unexpected surprise entered his voice. “I have to admit… even I did not expect the power of such a complete sacrifice to be this potent. To defy even you… it’s almost admirable in its futility.”

Nian Shi listened, his rage cooling into a cold, simmering dread. Yin was right. He could feel it now—the absolute finality in the flames. There was no “life” to end within that barrier, only a concept—”protection”—that had been made eternal through the ultimate price.

His power over endings was useless against something that had already ended everything it could ever be.

He lowered the Blade of Eternity, his hand trembling slightly not from fatigue, but from sheer, frustrated impotence. He, the God of Time, could not break the final wish of a Phoenix who had loved too much.

However, Nian Shi would never give up. Yun Lintian was just a few meters away from him. It was impossible for him to let such a ripe opportunity go.

His gaze then shifted to Yin, who stood observing with that infuriatingly amused detachment. A new thought, cold and sharp, cut through his fury. He couldn’t break it. But Yin could.

Uncreation was the antithesis of all existence. Where Nian Shi could end time and life, Yin could unmake the very concepts that bound them together.

This barrier, for all its power, was still a construct of creation—a will given form through sacrifice. It was the absolute pinnacle of what the Creator’s designs could achieve. And thus, it was the perfect target for the power that sought to undo all she had made.

Yin, as if reading the very currents of his desperation, let out a low, mocking laugh. “That look in your eyes, Timekeeper… don’t tell me you’re thinking I will remove this little inconvenience for you?”

He shook his head in mock disappointment. “How pathetically predictable. You encounter a problem your own power cannot solve, and your first instinct is to look to me for help?”

Nian Shi remained silent, his jaw clenched tight. His silence was confirmation enough.

Yin’s laughter grew louder, a sound that seemed to devour the light around it. “Hah! I always held a sliver of belief that you were at least a little clever, Nian Shi. A schemer. A planner. It seems I have vastly overestimated you. You are just another shortsighted fool, trapped by your own limitations. Why would I lift a finger to help you claim the very prize I seek for myself? Watching you struggle against a dead bird’s love is far more entertaining.”

The mockery was meant to provoke, to enrage. But something in Nian Shi’s expression shifted. The raw fury drained away, replaced by a glacial calm. The God of Time was thinking, calculating once more, his mind racing through eons of memories and secrets.

He had come prepared. He would not be thwarted so easily.

Just as Yin’s laughter began to subside, Nian Shi spoke. His voice was quiet, yet it cut through the air with the sharpness of a honed blade.

“I will exchange it,” he said, his tone flat and devoid of emotion. “The Creator’s original essence. The ’Spark of Chaos.’ I will give it to you.”