Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2974: A Great Dream

Yun Lintian raised an eyebrow slightly at the Abyssal Ghost Knight’s words. “A great dream?” His voice was calm. “That’s more like a meaningless dream.”

“Meaningless? Hahaha!”

The Ghost Knight laughed, the sound echoing unnaturally through the grey wasteland. “What’s wrong with it? I’m trying to achieve true peace—eternal peace. As long as the cycle continues, suffering will never end. Another Nian Shi will rise. Another war will begin. There can be no peace while this world exists.”

Yun Lintian remained calm. “I don’t deny that suffering will continue. That is the nature of life. As for another Nian Shi appearing…” His mismatched eyes gleamed. “There’s nothing to fear as long as true balance is maintained.”

“True balance?” The Ghost Knight scoffed. “Now you sound just like the Creator. She was delusional, thinking the Primordial Gods she created would remain obedient forever. But greed consumed them all in the end.”

His fingers clenched as he continued. “And that is why we stand here today. She is the reason for all suffering. She is the reason you will never have the peaceful life you desire.”

Yun Lintian’s grip on the Heaven Sunderer tightened. “You’re wrong.”

The Ghost Knight tilted his head mockingly. “Am I? Then tell me—how many have died for your so-called ’balance’? How many more will die?”

Yun Lintian didn’t answer immediately. His gaze flickered to Long Chen and Qian Jinglei, still struggling against the death energy corrupting them.

The Ghost Knight pressed on. “You cling to a flawed system. I offer an end to suffering—permanent and absolute.”

Yun Lintian exhaled slowly. “An end that leaves nothing behind is no solution. It’s surrender.”

“Yes, it’s surrender. So what?” the Abyssal Ghost Knight asked. “As long as it doesn’t bring more pain and suffering, it is the best choice.”

Yun Lintian stood motionless, the Heaven Sunderer Greatsword humming in his grip. The grey wasteland around them seemed to hold its breath as the two opposing forces faced each other—one wielding creation and destruction in harmony, the other preaching annihilation as salvation.

“You call your path the best choice?” Yun Lintian’s voice was calm, but it carried the weight of countless worlds. “Let me tell you why you’re wrong.”

“Pain and suffering are not flaws to be erased—they are proof of existence itself.” Yun Lintian’s mismatched eyes burned with conviction. “A world without struggle is a world without growth. You speak of eternal peace, but what you offer is eternal nothingness.”

The Ghost Knight scoffed. “Spoken like a true slave to the cycle.”

Yun Lintian ignored him. “The Creator’s mistake wasn’t in making life imperfect—it was in failing to understand that perfection doesn’t mean the absence of suffering. It means the freedom to overcome it.”

“You mock balance as if it’s a compromise.” Yun Lintian raised the Heaven Sunderer, its blade shimmering with opposing yet harmonious energies. “But true balance isn’t passive—it’s the hardest path of all. It’s easy to destroy. It’s easy to dominate. But to protect without controlling? To create without forcing?” He shook his head. “That requires true strength.”

The Ghost Knight’s fingers twitched. “Pretty words. But words won’t save your friends.”

Yun Lintian’s gaze shifted to Long Chen and Qian Jinglei, their bodies trembling as they fought the corruption. “You think eliminating existence ends suffering? You’re wrong. Even in annihilation, hope persists—because as long as one being remembers what was lost, the cycle continues.”

His voice grew stronger. “That’s why I fight—not for some impossible utopia, but for the right to keep trying. For the chance that the next generation will do better than ours.”

The Ghost Knight was silent for a long moment. Then he laughed—a hollow, echoing sound. “You really believe that nonsense?”

Yun Lintian didn’t smile. “I don’t just believe it. I live it.”

He raised the Heaven Sunderer high, its power surging. “You want to prove your way is better? Then fight me—not with words, but with action. Show me how your ’eternal peace’ can withstand the weight of a world that chooses to keep living!”

The grey wasteland trembled as the two forces prepared to clash—one seeking to preserve all that was, the other determined to erase it.

The Abyssal Ghost Knight chuckled darkly. “Very well.”

With a wave of his hand, the void behind him rippled—and three figures emerged.

The first was Long Qingxuan.

Her once-vibrant draconic eyes now burned with death energy, her long black hair shimmering with an unnatural aura. The black robes she wore seemed to drink in the light around her. Her face was emotionless—a perfect puppet.

Next came Yue Zhihe, equally corrupted, her gentle features now frozen in cold indifference.

The third was a young woman Yun Lintian had never seen before—but recognized instantly.

Long black hair framed a face with fierce, bestial eyes that glowed with a tiger’s intensity, now tainted by death. Linlin—the White Tiger God—in her human form for the first time. The bloodline connection between them pulsed like a wounded heart.

The Ghost Knight spread his arms mockingly. “Again, I ask—can you save them without killing them?”

For the first time in centuries, Yun Lintian’s mismatched eyes turned utterly, incomparably cold.

The air around Yun Lintian distorted violently as his aura erupted. The grey wasteland trembled, unable to withstand the sheer pressure of his anger.

“You…” His voice was low, barely more than a whisper—but it carried the weight of a collapsing star. “You dare use them against me?”

The Ghost Knight laughed. “Why not? You claim balance can overcome anything. Prove it.”

Yun Lintian didn’t respond.

He moved.

The Heaven Sunderer Greatsword flashed—not toward the Ghost Knight, but toward the threads of death binding his loved ones. The blade cut through the very concept of “control,” aiming to free their souls without harming their bodies.

But the Ghost Knight smirked. “Too slow.”

The corrupted Long Qingxuan raised a hand, and a wall of draconic death energy blocked the strike. Yue Zhihe and Linlin moved in perfect sync, their attacks weaving a net of annihilation around Yun Lintian.

He dodged, but barely.

Yun Lintian’s left eye—the one that held the power of Creation—flared golden. The Tree of Life’s energy surged forth, a radiant wave meant to cleanse the death energy.

Yet Linlin, faster than thought, intercepted it. Her tiger-like claws tore through the golden light, dispersing it into nothingness.

The Ghost Knight’s laughter echoed. “They know all your tricks, Yun Lintian. After all…” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I made them to counter you.”

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