Yun Ling descended from the void like a falling star, her blue sword still radiating residual energy from her battle with Tantai Sun. Below, the battlefield raged—Chaos creatures surged like a black tide, clashing against the united forces of the Misty Cloud Sect, the Netherworld Army, and the Dragon Gods.
Her eyes scanned the chaos, locking onto the largest concentrations of enemy forces—General-class Chaos Beasts, towering monstrosities that commanded lesser creatures with terrifying efficiency.
“These must be dealt with first.”
She raised her sword.
“Heavenly Annihilation—Sword Rain.”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Thousands of sword beams materialized in the sky, each one humming with the power of Destruction God Mark. They rained down like divine judgment, piercing through the Chaos Generals with pinpoint precision.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The battlefield trembled as the General-class beasts erupted into black mist, their forms disintegrating under the overwhelming force of her attack. The lesser creatures, now leaderless, faltered—their coordination crumbling.
The allied forces seized the opportunity, pushing forward with renewed ferocity.
Yun Ling landed gracefully beside Yun Ruanyu, who was directing the Misty Cloud Sect’s formations with cold precision.
“This isn’t the only battlefield,” Yun Ling said without preamble. “The Primal Chaos Wall has shattered in all directions. The Chaos Knights have already invaded the entire Primal Chaos.”
Yun Ruanyu’s expression hardened. “We expected this.”
“Then you know what must be done,” Yun Ling said. “Divide the troops. Spread them across the Primal Chaos—reinforce the major realms before they’re overrun.”
Yun Ruanyu nodded sharply. “We’ve prepared for this. The formations are ready. Everything can be executed immediately.”
Yun Ling didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. Yun Ruanyu had always been efficient—one of the few people who could match Yun Lintian’s foresight in military strategy.
But there was one more thing.
“Be wary of the top-ranked Chaos Knights,” Yun Ling warned. “They’re not like these mindless beasts.”
Yun Ruanyu’s eyes gleamed with icy determination. “We’ve accounted for them too.”
A brief silence passed between them.
Then—
“Go,” Yun Ling said. “I’ll handle the remaining Generals here.”
Yun Ruanyu didn’t waste words. She turned and raised her sword, her voice cutting through the battlefield like a blade.
“Misty Cloud Sect—regroup! We move out in five formations!”
The disciples responded instantly, their movements precise, their formations shifting like flowing water.
Yun Ling watched for only a moment before turning back to the battlefield.
There was still work to do.
The remaining Chaos Generals roared, their massive forms pulsing with corrupted energy. They were behemoths of destruction, each one capable of leveling entire realms if left unchecked.
Yun Ling didn’t give them the chance.
She stepped forward—
And vanished.
The next moment, she reappeared inside the chest of the first General, her sword piercing through its core before it could even react.
“Annihilate.”
BOOM!
The beast exploded from within, its body dissolving into nothingness.
The second General swung a claw the size of a mountain, but Yun Ling flickered—
Space God Mark: Dimensional Slip.
Her form blurred as she stepped outside of time, reappearing behind the beast. A single slash—
“Sever.”
The General’s body split cleanly in half, its two halves collapsing into black mist.
The third and fourth attacked simultaneously, their movements synchronized. One unleashed a Chaos Breath, a torrent of corrosive energy, while the other slammed its fists down, cracking the earth.
Yun Ling didn’t dodge.
She raised her free hand.
“Space God Mark—Absolute Barrier.”
The Chaos Breath splashed harmlessly against an invisible wall.
Then—
“Sword God Mark—Endless Edge.”
Her blade multiplied, becoming countless swords that shredded the remaining Generals into oblivion.
Silence.
The battlefield, once a chaotic storm, now settled into an eerie calm. The allied forces stood in stunned awe, their weapons still raised, their breaths heavy.
Yun Ling sheathed her sword.
“Regroup. Tend to the wounded,” she commanded. “The real war has just begun.”
Her gaze turned toward the horizon, where the shattered remnants of the Primal Chaos Wall loomed like broken teeth.
Somewhere out there, the top-ranked Chaos Knights were already advancing.
And somewhere deeper—
Yun Lintian was still fighting his own battle.
She clenched her fist.
“Hold on, Young Master. We’ll buy you time.”
***
Darkness.
Endless, suffocating darkness.
Yun Lintian floated in the void, his consciousness adrift. He had forgotten who he was. Forgotten why he was here. There was only the abyss—an eternity of nothingness.
“This is death.”
The thought drifted through his fading mind.
“I am… dead?”
Memories flickered like dying embers—Yun Qianxue’s icy gaze, Linlin’s laughter, the warmth of his wives’ embraces. But they were slipping away, swallowed by the infinite dark.
He had fought so hard. Trained so relentlessly. But in the end…
“Is this how it ends?”
His will wavered.
Then—
A faint glow.
Gentle, warm, like the first light of dawn after an endless night.
It pulsed softly from within his chest—the Tree of Life, its roots intertwined with his very soul.
A whisper brushed against his fading consciousness:
“You cannot embrace death… without first understanding life.”
The glow intensified, spreading through his meridians like liquid sunlight.
Boom!
His golden eyes snapped open.
Reality crashed back into him with brutal clarity.
He was kneeling in the Netherworld, the fragments of the God of Death’s body hovering around him—Hei Shou, Brother Leg, the torso, the head—all pulsing with terrifying death energy. His veins were black, his skin cracking under the strain of containing such power.
Blood dripped from his lips.
“I was… lost.”
The trial hadn’t been about power. It had been about acceptance. To wield death, he had to first surrender to it—to let it consume him completely before clawing his way back.
And the Tree of Life had been his anchor.
The God of Death’s colossal eye watched him, its gaze unreadable.
“You woke.”
Yun Lintian coughed, more blood splattering onto the ground. His voice was hoarse. “I did.”
“Then finish it.”
The final fragment—the God of Death’s eyes—floated toward him.
Yun Lintian gritted his teeth.
This was the hardest part.
He raised his hands, channeling every ounce of strength he had left. His Beyond Heaven Primordial Scripture roared to life.
“Refine.”
The eyes touched his forehead.
Pain.
It was beyond anything he had ever experienced. His bones shattered and reformed. His meridians burned and healed in cycles. His soul itself was being torn apart and stitched back together.
But he didn’t stop.
Couldn’t stop.
“I have to succeed.”
His wives. His family. His people. They were counting on him…
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