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Myth Beyond Heaven (Web Novel) - Chapter 2465: Incomprehensible Power
Chapter 2465: Incomprehensible Power
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The criminals, caught completely off guard, let out a chorus of terrified screams as the golden flames engulfed them. Their bodies, no matter how strong or resilient, were instantly consumed, their defenses melting like wax before the scorching inferno.
The frozen wasteland was illuminated by the blinding light, the air filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh and the crackle of incinerating bone. The criminals' screams were quickly silenced, their forms reduced to ash, scattered by the wind like dust.
Ye Fuxie, witnessing the scene, felt a chill run down his spine. His eyes widened in horror, his body trembling uncontrollably. He had underestimated Yun Lintian, gravely underestimated the power this young man now wielded.
"H-How...?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, his mind reeling from the sheer destructive power he had just witnessed.
Yun Lintian lowered his hand, the golden flames receding, his expression calm and indifferent. He looked at Ye Fuxie, his gaze piercing, his voice laced with a chilling warning.
"Do you know why I let you go?" he asked.
Ye Fuxie trembled and had no idea how to answer.
"From what I heard, the Eternal Night Empress is a respectable figure. She does her best to protect her people, and I have nothing but goodwill for her," Yun Lintian said calmly.
"You are her disciple. I have no intention of taking your life. However," he paused for a moment and continued, "now you've come back again. Are you trying to challenge my patience?"
"N-No, I..." Ye Fuxie stammered, his face turning ghastly pale.
Wan Jingrou scoffed as she saw this. "Haha. Ye Fuxie. I didn't expect to see you looking so pathetic. In fact, I've always been curious how you became the Eternal Night Empress' disciple with your broken brain."
Ye Fuxie's lips trembled, and no sound came out.
Wan Jingrou turned to look at Yun Lintian and said, "It's true that the Eternal Night Empress is a respected figure. Also, she's a reasonable person, from what I've heard. I don't think killing him will cause a misunderstanding."
"You..." Ye Fuxie was furious.
Yun Lintian raised his hand, and a cluster of golden flames shot out toward Ye Fuxie.
Ye Fuxie hurriedly transformed into shadow and ran for his life.
As Ye Fuxie transformed into shadow and fled for his life, Yun Lintian raised his hand once more. A golden rune, shimmering with the power of the God Mark of Space, materialized in his palm. He flicked his wrist, and the rune shot out, leaving a trail of golden light in its wake. The rune struck Ye Fuxie's fleeing form, enveloping him in a blinding flash of light. When the light faded, Ye Fuxie found himself trapped within a golden sphere, his movements restricted, his escape thwarted.
Long Bing and Wan Jingrou were surprised to see this. They believed that they couldn't escape from Yun Lintian's God Mark either. It was too powerful.
Ye Fuxie struggled against the confines of the golden sphere, his shadow form writhing and twisting in a desperate attempt to break free. But the sphere held firm, its power unyielding.
"Let me go!" Ye Fuxie roared, his voice filled with rage and fear. "I am a disciple of the Eternal Night Empress! She will definitely make you pay for this!"
Yun Lintian ignored his threats, his gaze unwavering. He raised his hand once more, and another golden rune materialized in his palm. This rune, however, was different. It pulsed with dark, ominous energy-the energy of the God Mark of Death.
"It doesn't matter. Let her come," he said indifferently.
He flicked his wrist, and the rune of death shot out, piercing the golden sphere and sinking into Ye Fuxie's shadow form. A scream ripped through the air as the rune unleashed its power, draining Ye Fuxie's life force, his essence, his very being.
Ye Fuxie's screams grew weaker and weaker, his shadow form fading into nothingness. Within moments, all that remained was a wisp of black smoke, the last remnant of a life extinguished.
Wan Jingrou gasped. Her expression turned to horror as she witnessed the deadliest attack she had ever seen. The God Mark of Death that Yun Lintian unleashed was beyond her comprehension. No one could escape from it.
She took a deep breath to calm herself and said, "Well killed."
Yun Lintian retracted his hand. He didn't expect it to be this powerful. He had just wanted to use Ye Fuxie and the criminals as practice targets. Now, he roughly understood the extent of his God Marks. There shouldn't be anyone within the True God Realm who could handle them.
He turned to look at Wan Jingrou and said, "Go on. Tell us about the Ice Phoenix Kingdom of God and the Ice Phoenix Empress."
Wan Jingrou, still reeling from the swift execution of Ye Fuxie, composed herself and began to recount the tale of the Ice Phoenix Kingdom under Lan Bingxue's rule.
"Ancestor," she addressed Lan Hanyu, her voice laced with a mix of reverence and sorrow, "the Ice Phoenix Kingdom has become a frozen prison under Lan Bingxue's reign. The Empress, though possessing your bloodline, is a cold and merciless ruler. She governs with an iron fist, her laws harsh and unforgiving. She has twisted the teachings of the Ice Phoenix Sect, turning it into a tool for control and oppression."
Wan Jingrou's voice trembled with indignation as she continued. "In her obsession with preserving the 'purity' of the Ice Phoenix bloodline, she has forbidden all disciples from forming relationships, from having descendants. She believes that love and family are weaknesses, distractions that hinder the pursuit of power."
Lan Hanyu's eyes narrowed. Since it wasn't she who had established this kingdom, all the teachings originated with Lan Bingxue. She now had a rough understanding of her
"descendant."
Yun Lintian listened in silence. His first impression of Lan Bingxue was that she was a difficult person to deal with. Her intentions were deep and hard to guess.
Wan Jingrou continued her tale, her voice filled with sorrow and anger. "The Empress has established a strict hierarchy within the sect, favoring those with the strongest ice affinities, while those with weaker powers are relegated to menial tasks and harsh punishments. She has created a climate of fear and mistrust, where disciples are pitted against each other, their loyalty tested, their ambitions exploited."
"Many disciples have been exiled, cast out into the frozen wasteland for minor infractions, their lives forfeit for daring to defy the Empress's will. Others have been imprisoned, their powers sealed, their spirits broken, their hopes extinguished."
