Myth Beyond Heaven

"Perhaps she's testing us," Lin Xinyao offered, her brow furrowed in thought. "If she truly believes you're the key to combating this threat, she might be gauging your strength and resolve before offering more substantial aid."

Yun Lintian looked at her and asked, "Do you even believe that?"

Lin Xinyao responded calmly, "Of course not. I'm merely trying to be positive. After all, she is vouched for by Senior Lan."

"Then there's the so-called Tof Chaos," Yun Lintian furrowed his brow. "From her words, it doesn't seem to be a mere ancient record. If it is truly related to the Chasm of Uncreation, it means the record Senior Lin found in Senior Huang's treasury must have been intentionally placed there by someone else. Possibly the inheritor of the God of Life and that mysterious man."

Lin Xinyao voiced her doubts, "I always feel like something's missing here. First, the people behind all of this have laid a path for you, step by step, and revealed next to nothing regarding the final destination."

"As you walked along the path, we've gradually learned about threats, starting from the smallest and progressing to the bigger ones. And now, the biggest threat we've encountered is the Chasm of Uncreation."

Looking deeply at Yun Lintian, she continued, "This step feels too big. It doesn't seem like the usual approach of these people. There's obviously a huge gap between learning about the Primordial War and the revelation of the Chasm of Uncreation. It's too inconsistent in my opinion.'"

"I understand your point," Yun Lintian frowned slightly. "In fact, I share your concerns. These people have shieldedfrom information, claiming it would be a burden. Then, the Chasm of Uncreation suddenly appears. No threats shouldn't be bigger than the Chasm of Uncreation, right? Why would it be revealed now?"

"It feels like a diversion from the real problem," he continued. "The Chasm is undoubtedly the biggest threat, but it shouldn't be happening soon. As you said, something's missing here."

Before Lin Yitong discovered the record of the Chasm of Uncreation, Si Junyi presented the most significant threat. He aimed to convert the Primal Chaos into the Netherworld. Yun Lintian couldn't even fathom what awaited him beyond Si Junyi. This was the gap they were discussing.

Furthermore, the Beyond Heaven King's arrangements remain shrouded in mystery. Even now, Yun Lintian can't grasp their purpose.

Yun Lintian sighed inwardly. Unraveling everything felt impossible. Unless the Beyond Heaven King chose to reveal the truth entirely, he would remain shrouded in darkness.

He glanced at the Jade Mountain God's essence in his hand, then put it away. Using it now wasn't on his agenda.

"We'll put it aside for now," he declared. "Si Junyi is the immediate threat, regardless of her motives. We deal with him first, then we can address this new mystery."

Lin Xinyao nodded gently and said nothing more.

Yun Lintian continued to steer the skyship towards the God Tomb. The path, once devoid of life, teemed with activity. Practitioners from various corners of the continent converged, their numbers steadily increasing with each passing hour.

The air crackled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Whispers swirled amongst the crowd, speculating about the God Tomb's secrets and the potential dangers lurking within. Yun Lintian couldn't help but overhear snippets of their conversations.

"Did you hear? Apparently, the God Tomb hasn't been opened in millennia. Imagine the treasures that lie dormant inside!"

"Treasures are all good, but have you considered the guardians? Legends say the God Tomb is protected by fearsentities."

"Who cares about guardians? With so many of us here, surely we can overpower anything in our way."

Long Qingxuan surveyed the massive throng with a calm expression. "Ren Yuan's schis undeniably efficient. It's drawn in a sizeable crowd of pawns."

In her eyes, these people were like moths to a flame, drawn in by a glimmer of opportunity yet oblivious to the potential danger. There was nothing wrong with seeking a chance to better oneself, but doing so blindly can be disastrous.

Seeing the raw enthusiasm etched on the faces around him, Yun Lintian released a silent sigh. Steering the skyship, he merged it seamlessly into the vast fleet, becoming one with the crowd.

A month passed uneventfully. Yun Lintian's group reached the God Tomb without drawing a curious glance from their fellow travelers.

A sea of practitioners surged forward, a cacophony of excited chatter and clashing steel filling the air. Among them were representatives from all corners of the Nine Heavens Realm, their colorful attire and diverse cultivation techniques painting a vibrant tapestry.

In front of them loomed a legendary resting place of a forgotten god, rumored to hold treasures and secrets beyond imagination.

Awe filled Han Bingling's voice as she gazed upon the massive gate hovering amidst the stars. "So, this is the God Tomb," she whispered.

The entrance to the God Tomb wasn't a simple doorway. It was a spectacle designed to humble even the most arrogant god. Carved from a single block of obsidian so dark it seemed to devour light, the entrance took the form of a colossal, broken fang.

Legends whispered the fang belonged to a celestial beast that rivaled gods themselves. The fractured edge dripped with a shimmering, jade-green liquid that radiated an otherworldly aura, its purpose unknown.

Above the fang, colossal stone tablets, etched with an ancient script that pulsed with faint luminescence, flanked the entrance like silent guardians. The inscriptions swirled and shifted, defying comprehension for those below a certain cultivation level.

A palpable pressure emanated from the tomb, a heavy weight that pressed down on the minds and bodies of those gathered. It was a test, a silent challenge – only the worthy or the foolhardy would dare enter.

Behind the broken fang, a gaping maw led into darkness. An inky blackness that seemed to swallow any light that dared approach. A cold wind, redolent of forgotten ages and untold power, emanated from the abyss, sending shivers down spines even clad in the finest spirit armor. It was a chilling invitation, a promise of both fortune and peril for those who dared cross the threshold.

Bang!

Suddenly, the obsidian fang, entrance to the God Tomb, began to emit a low, ominous hum. The emerald liquid dripping from its fractured edge intensified its glow, swirling and coiling like a living serpent. The ancient script etched on the flanking tablets flared to life, the characters pulsing with an ethereal light that danced across the assembled crowd.

"It's open!"