Myth Beyond Heaven

Yin said nothing. The amused mask was completely gone now, replaced by an impassive, unreadable stillness. His silence was more telling than any denial.

Nian Shi pressed his advantage, a slight, cold laugh escaping his lips. "If you think I am nothing but a shortsighted fool, Yin, then you have underestimated me greatly."

He tapped his own temple. "I am the God of Time. I monitor the past, the present, and the countless threads of the future. I see patterns. I find clues. I connect echoes across epochs."

His tone grew sharper, laced with a grudging respect and deep-seated anger. "Although I have to admit... you successfully fooled me with your other self. A masterful deception, to have a fragment operating outside the seal without my knowledge. I did not calculate that."

He paused, letting the admission hang in the air before his voice hardened once more. "But it does not mean you have no weaknesses. Your reliance on the very thing you seek to destroy is your greatest vulnerability. You need Yun Lintian to succeed more than anyone else does. And that... that is why you will make this trade."

Nian Shi's gaze was relentless. "You can wait for him to awaken, hoping to reap the benefits. But what if my calculations are wrong? What if his enlightenment fails? What if the process takes another ten thousand years? Can you wait that long, growing ever more impatient in your weakened state? Or..."

He gestured to the fiery barrier. "...will you take the sure thing now? The 'Spark of Chaos' is a concentrated burst of the very power you crave. It won't make you the Primordial Origin, but it will restore a significant portion of your strength immediately."

"It will make you powerful enough to face whatever comes next, on your own terms. You can break this barrier, we can deal with Yun Lintian before his enlightenment is complete, and you will have the Spark as a down payment on your ultimate goal. No more waiting. No more reliance on the success of your enemy's heir."

The offer was laid bare. It was no longer a simple transaction; it was a strategic masterstroke. Nian Shi had laid out Yin's deepest secret and greatest constraint and was now offering him a key to bypass it. He was offering instant gratification versus a future gamble.

Yin stared at Nian Shi, the impassive stillness on his face hardening into something cold and dangerous. The hunger in his eyes was now veiled by a layer of icy contempt. The God of Time had overplayed his hand, revealing far too much knowledge, and in doing so, had reminded Yin why he found him so utterly irritating.

"You speak of calculations and weaknesses, Timekeeper," Yin's voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of an impending avalanche. "You lay out my constraints as if you hold the measuring string to my very existence. You forget your place."

He took a single step forward, and the air around him warped. "You do not have the right to negotiate with me."

Buzz—

As the final word fell, his aura surged.

It wasn't an attack aimed at Nian Shi; it was simply the release of his presence, a wave of absolute Uncreation that sought to dissolve the very space the God of Time occupied.

The dead gray dust around Yin's feet vanished into nothingness, and the void began creeping toward Nian Shi, slow and inevitable.

But Nian Shi had anticipated this. He had not delivered his grand revelation without preparing for the backlash. His own silver aura flared, not to meet the Uncreation head-on, but to manipulate it.

"Temporal Redirection!" Nian Shi hissed, his hands moving in a complex pattern. The fabric of time around the encroaching wave of Uncreation twisted and folded. His goal wasn't to block it—that was impossible—but to subtly alter its trajectory, to use its own unstoppable momentum against it.

He tried to bend the wave, to guide it away from himself and directly toward the one thing that could potentially withstand it: Nantian Fengyu's Phoenix barrier.

Yin's sneer deepened, seeing through the ploy instantly. "A cheap trick. You think you can use my own power as your tool?"

The wave of Uncreation, under his absolute control, resisted the temporal manipulation, its path straightening back toward Nian Shi with renewed intensity.

However, Nian Shi's plan had never relied on a single layer. He was the God of Time. He always had a contingency, a second thread woven into the tapestry of the moment.

Across the battlefield, Tantai Lanling was still locked in her struggle against Long Chen and Qian Jinglei. The two traitors, empowered by Yin's essence, fought with desperate fury against her chains of Order. The battle was a stalemate of grinding power.

But at the exact moment Nian Shi executed his temporal redirection, a micro-second pulse of temporal energy—a pre-arranged signal—reached Tantai Lanling. It was a command embedded in a sliver of time itself.

Her eyes flickered with understanding. While maintaining her grip on the golden chains binding Long Chen and Qian Jinglei, her free hand snapped up, fingers weaving a swift, precise pattern in the air.

She didn't attack Yin. That would be suicide. Instead, she did something far more subtle and insidious. She invoked the fundamental Law of Restriction.

"By the Mandate of Order," she intoned, her voice firm despite the strain, "that which seeks to unravel all, shall be momentarily bound by the laws it seeks to break! Seal of Cosmic Equilibrium!"

A complex, faintly glowing sigil—a perfect, balanced circle intersected by a line representing fundamental law—manifested in the air between Yin and Nian Shi.

It was not a shield. It did not block the wave of Uncreation. Instead, it pulsed once, and a subtle, powerful restriction settled over the immediate area.

It was a law that enforced a fleeting, absolute balance. For the briefest of instants, in that specific zone, the power of Uncreation was restricted from being actively controlled or directed. It could still exist, its corrosive nature unchanged, but its aim was neutralized. It became a mindless tide, rather than a focused spear.

Yin's sneer faltered for a fraction of a second as he felt his precise control over the wave slip. It was like a master sculptor suddenly losing feeling in his hands; the clay was still there, but he could not shape it. The effect would last for less than a heartbeat, but for beings of their level, a heartbeat was an eternity.

Nian Shi had been waiting for this exact moment.

"NOW!" he roared.