Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2535: Darkness vs Death (1)



Primal Chaos, the Central Region.

The once vibrant and bustling Central Region, the heart of the Primal Chaos Realm, had become a desolate wasteland, a testament to the destructive power of chaos.

Cities that had once pierced the heavens with their towering spires now lay in ruins, their magnificent structures reduced to rubble and ash. The fertile lands that had nourished generations were now barren and scarred, the life force sucked out of them by an insidious, encroaching darkness.

A horde of grotesque creatures ran rampant across the land.

Shadow Demons, their forms shifting and indistinct, like living shadows, their eyes burning with a malevolent red light, stalked the ruins, their razor-sharp claws tearing through anything that crossed their path.

Void Creatures, beings of pure nothingness, their bodies an affront to the very concept of existence, drifted through the air, their touch draining the life from all they encountered. The people of the Central Region, caught completely unaware by the sudden invasion, had suffered catastrophic losses. Countless lives had been lost, families torn apart, homes destroyed. The survivors, their spirits broken, their hope dwindling, could only cower in fear, praying for a salvation that seemed increasingly unlikely.

Just as despair threatened to engulf the land, a glimmer of hope appeared on the horizon. A contingent of cultivators, their forms shrouded in an ethereal mist, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light, emerged from the shadows. They were not from the Primal Chaos Realm, but from a place beyond, a realm of spirits and specters, the Netherworld.

Leading this spectral army was Sheng Qianyu, the Ghost King, her beauty as captivating as it was chilling. Her skin, pale as moonlight, contrasted sharply with her long, flowing black hair, which seemed to dance with a life of its own.

She wore a flowing gown of black silk, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that shimmered like starlight, and a crown of obsidian rested upon her head, a symbol of her authority, her power, her dominion over the realm of the dead.

Sheng Qianyu surveyed the scene of devastation, her amethyst eyes narrowing with a cold fury.

"Leave none alive," she commanded, her voice echoing across the battlefield, a chilling whisper that carried the weight of death itself. "Show these creatures the true meaning of fear."

Her spectral army surged forward, a tide of ethereal forms crashing against the horde of Shadow Demons and Void Creatures. The cultivators of the Netherworld, though lacking physical bodies, wielded powers that defied the laws of the mortal realm.

They moved with an uncanny swiftness, their forms flickering in and out of existence, their attacks striking true, bypassing physical defenses, targeting the very essence of their enemies.

BOOM! BOOM!!

The Shadow Demons, caught off guard by the sudden counterattack, were quickly overwhelmed. Their shadowy forms, usually their greatest strength, proved to be their weakness against the ethereal attacks of the Netherworld cultivators. They dissolved into nothingness, their malevolent red eyes extinguished, their essence scattered to the winds. The Void Creatures, beings of pure emptiness, fared no better. The cultivators of the Netherworld, attuned to the energies of life and death, were able to manipulate the very fabric of their being, unraveling their forms, dispersing their essence back into the void from which they came.

The tide of the battle had turned. The once unstoppable horde was now in retreat, their numbers dwindling with each passing moment. The survivors, witnessing the arrival of their unexpected saviors, found a renewed spark of hope within their hearts. They cheered, they prayed, they wept with relief.

Amidst the chaos of the battle, two figures emerged from the retreating horde, their auras far surpassing those of their brethren. One was a towering Shadow Demon, its form more defined, more solid than the others, its eyes burning with a cold, calculating intelligence. This was the leader of the Shadow Demons, a being of immense power, a veteran of countless battles.

The other was a Void Creature of terrifying size, its form a swirling vortex of nothingness, its presence distorting the very space around it. It was the leader of the Void Creatures, an entity of pure chaos, a being that existed solely to consume and destroy.

Sheng Qianyu, sensing the arrival of these powerful adversaries, raised her hand, halting her army's advance. Her amethyst eyes, glowing with an intense light, fixed upon the two figures, a silent challenge passing between them.

"You dare to defy the will of the Lord of Chaos?" the Shadow Demon leader hissed, its voice a rasping whisper that seemed to claw at the very soul.

"The Lord of Chaos holds no sway over the Netherworld," Sheng Qianyu replied, her voice calm yet filled with an undeniable authority.

The Void Creature leader, its form swirling and shifting, let out a sound that was not a sound, a vibration that resonated deep within the bones, a sensation of utter emptiness. It was a language beyond mortal comprehension, yet Sheng Qianyu understood its meaning.

"You cannot stop us," the Void Creature's 'voice' echoed. "We are inevitable. We are the end of all things."

Sheng Qianyu smiled, a chillingly beautiful expression that sent shivers down the spines of even her own soldiers. "We shall see," she said, her voice soft yet carrying an undercurrent of immense power.

With a graceful movement, she drew her weapon, a scythe of exquisite craftsmanship. Its blade, as black as the deepest night, seemed to absorb all light, its edge shimmering with an ethereal energy. The handle, crafted from polished bone, was adorned with intricate carvings of skulls and ravens, symbols of death and the afterlife.

Swoosh!!

The Shadow Demon leader lunged forward, its claws extended, its movements swift and deadly. Sheng Qianyu met its attack with a graceful sidestep, her scythe a blur of motion as

she parried its blows.

BANG!!

The clash of their powers sent shockwaves rippling through the air, the very ground trembling beneath their feet.

The Void Creature leader, meanwhile, unleashed a torrent of chaotic energy, bolts of pure nothingness that tore through the air, leaving trails of distorted space in their wake.

Sheng Qianyu, her movements fluid and precise, weaved through the attacks, her scythe deflecting the bolts, absorbing their power, turning their own energy against them.

As the battle raged on, Sheng Qianyu gained more and more momentum and began to suppress her opponents. Just as she was about to finish them, a dark lance emerged from the void, rushing towards her heart.

Sheng Qianyu's expression changed slightly as she swiftly swung her scythe at the oncoming

lance.

BANG!

The impact forced Sheng Qianyu to retreat. She raised her head slightly and saw a tall figure in

black emerge from the void.

"A Devil?"