Myth Beyond Heaven



The news about the commotion inside the city quickly spread through every corner of the Mystic God Realm. Everyone with a brain could immediately guess it was related to the Beyond Heaven King's successor.

Suddenly, millions of people poured into the Mystic Ancient City to the point that Shen Clan gave an order to close the gate, preventing people from going in further.

A week had passed, and the city was still lively. These people believed that the Beyond Heaven King's successor must be somewhere around here and were unwilling to leave.

Moreover, Shen Clan's big event was approaching. These people simply had no reason to leave even more.

Inside the Shen Clan manor, Shen Feng sat in the main seat and looked at the people below.

"Patriarch, should we postpone the event first?" An elder, Shen San, asked cautiously.

"How could it be, Third Elder? Wouldn't the entire Divine Realm look down on us?" Shen Yin said with a frown. "In my opinion, this is good timing, and we should start as fast as possible."

"What do you think?" Shen Feng turned to his eldest son, Shen Yu.

Shen Yu thought for a moment and said. "What Third Brother said is true. While we don't have a large audience to promote our name, it doesn't mean we should ignore these people. Since they are here, we can start the event right away. It's a win-win situation for us and the people."

Shen Feng nodded and turned to look at Shen Yan. "What about you?" 

"Oh. I guess Second Sister probably wants to postpone it, right?" Shen Yin suddenly said.

Shen Feng glanced at him, and Shen Yin immediately shut his mouth.

Shen Yan thought for a moment and said. "I agree with big brother. We can start tomorrow."

Shen Feng took a deep look at Shen Yan before sweeping his gaze over everyone. "That being said, we will start it tomorrow. Any objection?"

The other elders glanced at each other and shook their heads one after another, indicating they had no objection.

Shen Feng nodded slightly and waved his hand. "Prepare it well. Don't lose our faces tomorrow."

"Yes, Patriarch." Everyone said in unison before leaving the hall.

Shen Yan took a glance at Shen Feng before leaving. Last week, she decided to ask her father for help, but unfortunately, Shen Feng had no intention of helping her at all.

She visited Wu Qingcheng many times to ask for Yun Lintian's stance. However, Yun Lintian had simply disappeared as he had never existed. No one knew where he was right now.

It could be said Shen Yan's life was extremely miserable in the past week. She was mentally tortured the entire time.

Shen Feng watched as his daughter walked away with heavy steps. To him, Shen Yan's scheme was too shallow, and she didn't make good use of Yun Lintian's relationship with Wu Qingcheng to the fullest. 

If it were him, Shen Feng would find a chance to send Wu Qingcheng and her people to Yun Lintian after knowing their relationship instead of holding her hostage. With this, Yun Lintian would owe a debt of gratitude, and, with his kindhearted nature, he would undoubtedly help Shen Feng.

"A good card is used in the wrong way." Shen Feng shook his head in disappointment and entered the inner hall.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Shen Yifei and Shan Jinhao in a garden outside. The two of them were having a good time, talking and laughing as if the commotion outside had nothing to do with them.

Shen Feng took a deep look at them for a while and left without a word.

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After the Shen Clan made an announcement yesterday, people quickly gathered in front of a vast arena on the northern side of the city. It was the biggest arena in the Mystic God Realm, enough to contain two million people inside. 

Although most of them had nothing to do with the Shen Clan or the Mystic Auction House's business, it didn't prevent them from getting excited. After all, not everyone had a chance to see a God Emperor with their own eyes.

Tap… Tap… Tap…

The footsteps weren't heavy but felt especially loud in this bustling scene. 

Shen Yimu slowly stepped onto a platform at the center of the arena. His appearance gradually silenced the voices in the crowd and made everyone fixate their eyes on him.

"Thank you for coming, everyone." Shen Yimu said with a faint smile. "Please forgive us that we are unable to provide enough space for everyone."

"In order to not waste everyone's time, I shall announce the beginning of our Shen Clan's great event."

At this moment, all the members of the Shen Clan appeared in the arena and took their respective seats. The atmosphere might look harmonious, but everyone knew there was an undercurrent running below.

"I believe most of everyone here doesn't know the purpose of this event." Shen Yimu said further. "I'll cut it short. Today, we are going to select a true heir of our Shen Clan."

There were uproars among the crowd when his words came out. They understood fully what it meant to be a true heir. In the future, the entire Mystic Auction House business would be managed by this person, just like when Shen Feng took the position tens of thousands of years ago.

Immediately, everyone's eyes frantically searched for the candidates. Those who knew Shen Yu, Shen Yan, and Shen Yin stared at them attentively. Although the Shen Clan had many members in a younger generation, only these three had the highest chance of winning.

At this moment, some clever people had already opened a betting table. Estimating that they would earn a country today. 

"The scoring criteria is simple. Whoever has a better achievement in both business and resource management will be the winner. Of course, the resources here include humans and other aspects." Shen Yimu said further.

"Before starting, I would like to invite our ancestor, the Mystic God Emperor, to be an honorable judge today." 

As Shen Yimu's voice fell, the Mystic God Emperor, Shen Huang, stepped out of the void and slowly descended to the highest throne.

BOOM!

There was an explosion of divine energy, and countless knees bent and hit either energy or the ground with a resounding thump.

"We welcome His Magnificence!"