Myth Beyond Heaven



Hong Wuya was startled by the familiar voice. He tilted his head to look in the voice's direction and was stunned. "You are… Yun Lintian?"

"It's me." Yun Lintian smiled.

Hong Wuya's head was a complete mess. He couldn't comprehend the current situation. Wasn't he already dead? Why would he see Yun Lintian here?

"You're not dead, Hall Master Hong." Jiang Yingyue finally said. "Palace Master Han froze you before your last moment. It had been two years since."

Hong Wuya was stunned. He tried to recall the moment before his consciousness vanished and found he did indeed feel cold. However, he thought it was a common thing when the death approached.

"So, I'm not dead." Hong Wuya muttered to himself after remaining silent for a long while.

However, instead of happy, his eyes were full of sorrow and regret… He thought that he could finally go to his wife's side but ended up staying here.

Yun Lintian didn't understand why Hong Wuya felt sad.

"He is missing his late wife." Jiang Yingyue told him through a sound transmission.

"I see." Yun Lintian immediately understood and looked at Hong Wuya with guilt.

If there was anyone who understood how Hong Wuya felt the most, it must be Yun Lintian. He was fully aware of how torment it was when you had to live on while your beloved one was gone.

When Xia Yao passed back then, not even a second, Yun Lintian didn't wish he could follow her. If it wasn't because Xia Yao's last wish, telling him to live on, he would have ended his life a long time ago.

Hong Wuya must feel the same. To him, living was painful, and death was a relief.

Yun Lintian stepped forward and bowed his head slightly. "I'm sorry, Senior. I shouldn't bring you back."

Hong Wuya raised his head to look at this familiar yet unfamiliar youth. Clearly, Yun Lintian had gone through a lot during these two years. 

While his temperament didn't change much, Hong Wuya could see the change in Yun Lintian's eyes. There was no longer a trace of the pain and sorrow. He used to hide well anymore.

"What are you sorry for? You have done a good thing." Hong Wuya said with a faint smile while getting up from the ice coffin.

Yun Lintian handed him a new white robe and said. "I have prevented you from reuniting with your wife."

Hong Wuya put on the robe and patted Yun Lintian's shoulder. "Although Palace Master Han managed to preserve my life, I could be considered dead once. There's nothing behind that except for the endless darkness. So, you didn't disturb me or anything."

Yun Lintian's mind traced back to the moment he lost his life. It was true, as Hong Wuya said. There was nothing except darkness.

"Come. Give me some good wines." Hong Wuya didn't want to linger on this topic further.

Yun Lintian smiled and took out a jar of red wine that Yun Qingrou carefully cultivated.

Hong Wuya snatched it away and poured it into his mouth directly. 

"Hah! What kind of wine is this? It's so good." Hong Wuya wiped the trace of the stain out of the corner of his mouth and looked at the jar in surprise.

"It's a normal red wine made of the highest-grade grapes." Yun Lintian replied and handed him another jar.

"Good." Hong Wuya took another gulp and asked. "Update me. What had happened in these two years? What about Yin Bei?"

Yun Lintian took a set of tables and chairs out for everyone and slowly narrated the past events.

After listening to Yun Lintian's narration, Hong Wuya couldn't help taking a long breath. "So basically, the world is at peace now?"

"You can say that." Yun Lintian nodded and took a sip of wine.

Hong Wuya drank another mouthful of wine and said emotionally. "There were so many people who sacrificed themselves."

He didn't expect Principal Tian to die protecting the Northern Continent. What was more? His friend, Gu Yi, actually betrayed him and joined the Peng Clan.

Hong Wuya went absent for two years, but he felt as though he had been missing for decades. There were too many things that happened during these two years.

What surprised him the most was that Yun Lintian could actually defeat everyone under the sky in a span of two years. He didn't know what kind of word he should use to describe Yun Lintian's monstrous growth. It was beyond a miracle.

Yun Lintian looked at him and said. "Senior. You should visit Hall Master Nangong and Senior Sister Cai as soon as possible. Their conditions are not good from what I know."

A trace of guilt flashed across Hong Wuya's eyes upon hearing this. He wasn't a fool to not know how Nangong Xi felt about him. He didn't know how to handle this debt of love.

As for Cai Xuwen. She was like a daughter to him. Hong Wuya didn't expect her to feel so sad after he left.

Hong Wuya grabbed the jar of wine and bottomed up in one go. His eyes became determined as he smashed the jar on the table… Since he got a second chance to live, he didn't want to escape anymore.

"I'll leave first." Hong Wuya got up and said.

Yun Lintian nodded. "Senior can fly directly. No one will trouble you."

Hong Wuya didn't say anything. His figure soared to the sky and rushed directly toward Nangong Xi's residence.

"It seems he has finally made up his mind." Jiang Yingyue said softly. Although she didn't care much about the academy's affairs, she still knew something about Hong Wuya and Nangong Xi.

Yun Lintian nodded gently. "It's good for him."

He got up and said. "Let's go back, big sister."

***

Inside a pavilion, Nangong Xi stared blankly at the fishpond below without moving an inch. She had been staying in this posture for who knew how long.

Since Hong Wuya departed, Nangong Xi devoted herself to teaching new students. Now, all the enemies were gone under Yun Lintian's hands; she suddenly lost all motivation.

Whenever she was idle, Hong Wuya's figure would immediately appear in her mind, causing her to be in this decadent state. 

"Master. You should eat something." At this moment, Cai Xuwen walked over with a tray full of delicacies. Although she looked fine outside, her heart was empty, just like Nangong Xi's.

She stayed here with Nangong Xi since Hong Wuya passed and wholeheartedly served her.

Nangong Xi didn't seem to hear it. She continued to stare at the fishpond.

Just as Cai Xuwen was about to say something further, a familiar voice suddenly resounded from above.

"Xixi. Little Girl Xuwen."