Myth Beyond Heaven - Chapter 3041: Spark of Chaos (1)

Chapter 3041: Spark of Chaos (1)

The name hung in the air—’Spark of Chaos’—a secret so profound that even the universe itself seemed to hold its breath. It was the rumored core of the Creator’s power, the first ember from which all creation had been kindled, a fragment of her original, unbound self before she shaped the cosmos.

Yin’s mocking smile vanished. His expression, for the first time, truly faltered. The amusement in his dark eyes was replaced by intense, scrutinizing focus. He took a single, silent step forward, the air around him growing deathly still.

“What did you say?” Yin’s voice was a low whisper, devoid of its previous taunting tone, now filled with a dangerous, hungry curiosity.

“The Spark of Chaos,” Nian Shi repeated, meeting Yin’s gaze unflinchingly. “The source of her primacy. I have it. I will exchange it for your assistance in breaking this barrier.”

A long, heavy silence followed. Yin stared at Nian Shi, his mind undoubtedly racing. The ’Spark of Chaos’ was not just a powerful artifact; it was a legend, a theoretical key. If it truly existed, and if he could possess it… it would be more than just power.

It would be understanding. It would be the blueprint of his opposite, the very source of the creation he sought to unmake.

With it, his understanding of Uncreation would become absolute. He would not just oppose the Creator; he would have the potential to become her equal and opposite in a truer sense, to complete the cycle not by destruction alone, but by mastering both sides.

It was the one thing that could truly accelerate his path to becoming the complete Primordial Origin, a goal he now saw Yun Lintian was dangerously close to achieving.

“What makes you think,” Yin said slowly, each word measured and cold, “that I would believe you possess such a thing? That she would ever let such a fragment of herself be lost? This is a desperate trick, Timekeeper. A lie woven from your impotence.”

Nian Shi’s lips curled into a thin, cold smile. It was the first sign of confidence he had shown since the barrier rose.

“It does not matter whether you believe me or not,” he stated, his voice dripping with a newfound arrogance. “The offer is made. The risk is yours to calculate. You can continue to stand there and mock me, while Yun Lintian completes his enlightenment within that shell. Or you can grasp the one thing that could truly give you an edge against the legacy of your creator.”

“With the Spark in hand, your path to surpassing her and becoming the true Primordial Origin would be assured. You would not just be the end of things, Yin. You would be the understanding of their beginning, and thus, the master of their end.”

He let the implication hang in the air, poisonously sweet. He was not just offering power; he was offering purpose and vindication.

He was appealing to the deepest, most fundamental desire within the embodiment of Uncreation: to not just destroy, but to understand and master the act of creation itself, thereby becoming the ultimate sovereign of all existence.

Yin fell silent. The mockery was entirely gone now, replaced by a deep, unsettling stillness. His dark eyes were locked on Nian Shi, no longer seeing a frustrated rival, but a potential key to unimaginable ascension. The temptation was too great, the potential prize too monumental to dismiss outright, even if it was a trap.

The heavy silence was broken not by acceptance, but by a low, sinister chuckle. Yin’s expression, which had been one of serious contemplation, melted back into a mask of amused contempt, though the hunger in his eyes remained.

“An intriguing offer, Timekeeper,” Yin purred, tilting his head. “Truly. The ’Spark of Chaos’… a delicious bait. But you seem to forget a fundamental rule.”

His smile widened, showing too-perfect teeth. “Even if you do possess it… why would I trade for what I can simply take? Once this barrier is down and Yun Lintian is dealt with, I can unmake you at my leisure and pluck this ’Spark’ from your dissolving essence. You have nothing to bargain with. You are offering me my own eventual property.”

He spread his hands, the picture of logical triumph. “Your desperation is making you foolish.”

But Nian Shi did not flinch. The cold smile on his face didn’t waver. Instead, he met Yin’s gaze with a fearlessness that gave the embodiment of Uncreation a moment of pause.

“If you could simply take it,” Nian Shi said, his voice calm and cutting, “you would have done so a long, long time ago. You haven’t. Which means you can’t.”

He took a step forward, his silver robes stirring the dead dust at his feet. “The environment has changed over the eons, Yin. Do you think I haven’t studied you? Do you think I, the God of Time, have not spent countless millennia observing the fundamental laws that bind even you?”

His eyes narrowed, sharp as shards of ice. “Uncreation cannot exist without Creation. You are not a self-sustaining force. You are a parasite. A magnificent, terrifying one, but a parasite nonetheless. Your power waxes and wanes with the strength of the creative force in the universe. The Creator’s departure, her sealing of you… it didn’t just trap you. It weakened you. It put the creative forces of the universe into a slow, steady decline.”

Nian Shi’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, yet every word carried the weight of absolute certainty. “Don’t think I don’t know. You’re not just waiting idly in your prison. You’re trying to find a way to recover your full strength, but it’s impossible in this withered environment.”

“The current level of Creation in the cosmos is insufficient to fuel your absolute power. That’s why you’re really waiting. You’re not just waiting for an opportunity; you’re waiting for a source.”

He pointed a finger past the fiery barrier, toward the meditating Yun Lintian. “You’re waiting for him. You need him to succeed. You need him to reach his potential and become the new Creator. The moment he ascends and fully embodies the Creator, the moment he takes the Creator’s mantle, the power of Creation will surge across the entire universe. The landscape of reality itself will shift. The wellspring you draw from will become a torrent.”

“Then, and only then, will you be able to recover the full, terrifying strength you possessed at the dawn of time.”