Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2353: Fallen God (3)



BOOOOM!!

The firestorm and the wave of destruction collided, creating a cataclysmic explosion that shook the cosmos. All the experts present shielded their eyes from the blinding light.

The deafening roar of the clash echoed through the void, momentarily drowning out the silent awe of the onlookers. When the blinding light finally subsided, a scene of utter devastation unfolded before their eyes.

The battlefield, once a vast expanse of nothingness, was now a chaotic landscape of shattered asteroids and swirling energy. The remnants of the firestorm and Yun Lintian's attack lingered in the air, crackling and sparking with residual power.

In the center of the wreckage stood Yun Lintian, his Heaven Piercing Sword held aloft, its blade still humming with the echoes of the devastating attack. His breathing was heavy, his body bearing the marks of the intense battle. But his gaze remained unwavering, his determination undimmed.

A few meters away, Zhan You stumbled, his once-mighty form now bearing the visible scars of the clash. The armor that had adorned him, a testament to his status as the Heaven Severing War God, was cracked and singed, revealing glimpses of the flesh beneath. His eyes, though still burning with an unyielding fire, held a flicker of anger.

Yun Lintian's battle prowess was far beyond Zhan You's estimation. Once he entered the True God Realm, Zhan You believed that no one in the entire Primal Chaos could be his opponent, not even his Master.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, a mix of frustration and a primal rage that threatened to consume him. "It's surely impressive," he rasped, his voice roughened by the exertion of the battle. "With the current environment, you are definitely unrivaled. However, it's still far from enough to defeat me."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Crackle!

Zhan You straightened, his wounded pride fueling a surge of renewed power. The cracks in his armor glowed with an infernal light, mending themselves as his divine energy surged through him. He raised his crimson blade, its fiery aura intensifying, casting long, dancing shadows across the devastated battlefield.

"You are a worthy opponent," he declared, his voice echoing through the void. "Now, witness the true power of a War God!"

BOOM!

With a thunderous roar, Zhan You unleashed his domain, the very fabric of reality warping and twisting around him. The void transformed, the stars and asteroids fading away, replaced by the image of an ancient battlefield.

The ground beneath their feet turned to blood-soaked earth, littered with the skeletal remains of countless fallen warriors. The sky above turned a sickly shade of crimson, the air thick with the stench of death and decay.

From the depths of this gruesome landscape, an army of spectral warriors emerged, their forms shimmering with an ethereal light. Each one was a fallen god, a warrior who had met their end in countless battles throughout the ages. Their eyes burned with an unquenchable thirst for blood, their weapons held aloft, ready to obey their master's command.

Zhan You, his form now towering over the battlefield, clad in his repaired armor, stood at the forefront of this spectral army. He raised his crimson blade, its fiery aura casting an eerie glow over the assembled warriors.

"Attack!" he commanded, his voice booming like a death knell.

The spectral army surged forward, a tide of ghostly figures that swept across the battlefield. Their weapons, once wielded by gods, now carried the weight of countless battles, their strikes imbued with the echoes of past victories and defeats.

Yun Lintian, momentarily stunned by the sudden transformation of the battlefield, quickly regained his composure. He raised his Heaven Piercing Sword, its golden light a beacon of defiance in the face of the encroaching darkness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yun Lintian met the spectral army's charge head-on, his sword flashing in a blur of motion. Each strike was precise, each movement calculated. He cut through the spectral warriors, his sword severing their ethereal forms with ease.

But the army was endless, their numbers seemingly infinite. For every warrior he felled, two more took their place. He was surrounded, outnumbered, his every movement met with a relentless onslaught of attacks.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The spectral warriors shouted loudly, filling the entire space with a murderous aura. Yun Lintian's face turned solemn as he felt the strain on his body. He quickly channeled his divine energy and the Golden Crow's flames intensified.

He unleashed a series of devastating attacks, his sword a whirlwind of destruction. Fire, and Lightning intertwined, carving a path through the spectral army.

However, no matter how much the spectral warriors he killed, their numbers were endless. Yun Lintian, despite his valiant efforts, found himself slowly being pushed back, his movements growing sluggish.

Zhan You watched as Yun Lintian struggled against his fallen army and said coldly, "I know you are stronger than this. Show me everything you've got."

Yun Lintian furrowed his brow. He raised the Heaven Piercing Sword, brimming with the Golden Crow's flames, and swung it in a crescent arc towards the spectral warriors in front of him. With a bang, the dense army was blasted away.

Yun Lintian then let go of the sword, allowing it to float in the air. He opened his hands, and the Judge's Pen and the Book of Death immediately appeared.

At the same time, his pristine white robe transformed into a pitch-black Yama King's attire. His entire body exuded the deathly aura of the supreme judge of the Netherworld.

"The Yama King?" Zhan You was slightly surprised.

Outside the domain, the Netherworld Compass in Dao Ling's hand shook violently, struggling to escape his possession.

Dao Ling's face darkened. He channeled his power to restrain the compass.

"So he's the new Yama King," Dao Ling uttered with an unsightly expression. "Just how many trump cards does he have?"

A hush fell over the battlefield as Yun Lintian's transformation completed. The once radiant aura of the Golden Crow gave way to the chilling presence of the Yama King.

The air crackled with deathly energy, the very essence of the battlefield shifting under the weight of his newfound power.

The spectral warriors, once driven by a bloodthirsty frenzy, now trembled in fear. Their ethereal forms flickered, their once-solid weapons now wavering like wisps of smoke. The stench of death, once a source of power, now became a suffocating reminder of their own

mortality.

Yun Lintian raised the Judge's Pen, its tip glowing with a dark, ominous light. The Book of Death opened in his other hand, its pages filled with ancient script that seemed to writhe and

twist with a life of their own.

"Go back to where you belong."