Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2551: Mysterious Swordsman (1)



The Eternal Night Kingdom of God, a realm shrouded in perpetual darkness, was a place of eerie beauty and profound mystery. Its skies were a tapestry of swirling shadows, illuminated only by the faint, silvery glow of the moon and the occasional flicker of distant stars.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The land itself was a labyrinth of ancient forests, towering obsidian spires, and rivers that flowed with liquid night. It was a kingdom where time seemed to stand still, where the very air hummed with the whispers of forgotten secrets.

At the heart of this realm stood the Eternal Night Palace, a colossal structure of black stone and shimmering silver, its spires piercing the heavens like the claws of a great beast. Within its halls, the Eternal Night Empress, Ye Yingxi, ruled with an iron will and a heart as cold as the void itself.

Her beauty was legendary, her presence commanding, and her power unmatched. She was a figure of both reverence and fear, a queen who had carved her name into the annals of history with blood and shadow.

But now, the Eternal Night Kingdom of God faced a threat unlike any it had ever known. The Chaos Knights, once loyal disciples of Ye Yingxi, had returned from the Haven, their souls corrupted by the Lord of Chaos.

They had turned against their empress, their kingdom, and their people, inviting a horde of creatures from the void to feast upon the land.

The once-proud disciples, now twisted and malevolent, had become harbingers of destruction, their very presence a blight upon the realm.

Ye Yingxi stood atop the highest tower of the Eternal Night Palace, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Her long, silken robes of midnight black flowed around her like a living shadow, and her silver hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight. Her eyes, cold and piercing, glowed with an otherworldly light as she surveyed the chaos unfolding below.

The creatures of the chaos swarmed across the land like a plague. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the screams of the dying.

Beside Ye Yingxi stood her most trusted elders, their faces grim and their eyes filled with determination. They were the last line of defense, the guardians of the Eternal Night Kingdom, and they would not falter, even in the face of such overwhelming darkness. "Empress," one of the elders, a wizened man with eyes like smoldering embers, spoke in a voice that trembled with age and resolve. "The Chaos Knights have breached the outer defenses. They are heading towards the palace."

Ye Yingxi's lips curled into a cold, mirthless smile. "Let them come," she said, her voice a whisper that carried the weight of a thousand storms. "They will learn the price of betrayal."

As if in response to her words, the ground beneath the palace trembled, and a deafening roar echoed through the night. The Chaos Knights emerged from the shadows. They were led by four General Class Shadow Demons, towering figures of darkness that radiated an aura of pure evil.

Ye Yingxi stepped forward, her presence alone enough to make the very air around her crackle with power. She raised her hand, and the shadows themselves seemed to come alive, swirling around her like a living cloak. Her eyes locked onto the four General Class Shadow Demons, and she spoke, her voice a cold, deadly whisper.

"You dare to challenge me in my own kingdom?" she said, her words dripping with icy contempt. "You, who were once my disciples, now stand before me as slaves to the void. Pathetic."

The Chaos Knights hesitated, their corrupted souls trembling in the face of their former empress. But the General Class Shadow Demons, beings of pure chaos and destruction, showed no fear. They stepped forward, their massive forms casting long, dark shadows across the ground.

"Ye Yingxi," one of the demons, its voice a guttural growl, spoke. "Your reign ends here. The Lord of Chaos has decreed it."

Ye Yingxi's smile widened, her eyes glowing with a cold, deadly light. "Then let him come himself," she said. "But until then, I will deal with his puppets."

With a flick of her wrist, the shadows around her surged forward, coalescing into a massive, serpentine form that lunged at the General Class Shadow Demons. The battle had begun.

***

Far to the north, beyond the borders of the Eternal Night Kingdom, lay the Endless Snow Kingdom of God. This realm was a stark contrast to its southern neighbor, a land of perpetual winter, where towering ice formations sculpted the landscape and the air itself crackled with frost.

Here, the skies were a pale, ethereal blue, often veiled by swirling snowstorms that painted the world in shades of white and grey.

The kingdom was ruled from the Frostfall Palace, a magnificent structure crafted entirely from enchanted ice that shimmered with an otherworldly luminescence.

The tranquility of the Endless Snow Kingdom was shattered when a disturbance rippled through the fabric of reality. A spatial rift, raw and unstable, tore open near the kingdom's border, spewing forth not creatures of chaos, but a lone figure - a sword cultivator, clad in simple, travel-worn grey robes, his face obscured by the shadow of a wide-brimmed hat.

This mysterious individual, silent and enigmatic, exuded an aura of profound power, a quiet intensity that sent shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned warriors of the Endless Snow Kingdom. His arrival was an anomaly, an unexpected intrusion into their carefully ordered world.

The Endless Snow Empress, Xue Muyao, floated in the air with an ice sword in her hand. Her majestic eyes stared at the man coldly.

"Who are you?" she asked.

Without a word, the sword cultivator moved. It wasn't a lunge, nor a charge, but a swift, fluid motion, like a whisper of wind through a silent forest. His hand moved to the hilt of his sword, and the simple, unadorned blade slid free of its sheath with a barely audible hiss. Xue Muyao's eyes narrowed slightly. Her aura burst outwards in a palpable wave of cold. As the sword cultivator advanced, she raised a hand, and the air before her solidified, forming a shimmering wall of ice.

The sword met the ice with blinding speed. There was no grand clash, no dramatic explosion of energy. Instead, the blade sliced through the ice as if it were mere air, leaving a perfectly clean cut in its wake. The wall shattered, fragments of ice scattering across the floor like

fallen stars.

The man arrived in front of Xue Muyao and swung his sword down.

"Rending Heaven."