Myth Beyond Heaven

Murong Mengyi had no idea how Han Zhu could identify her true self within such a short time, but she had no time to think about it now.

She quickly used her divine power to block the oncoming greatsword while switching positions with her other self.

BANG!

Murong Mengyi's barrier was shattered into pieces, and Murong Mengyi's replica behind the barrier was also split in half.

Han Zhu didn't stop there. She continued swinging the greatsword towards the real Murong Mengyi in the distance. It was as if she could see through the illusion that Murong Mengyi produced with just a glance.

Murong Mengyi's eyes lit up with brilliant light, and an immense pressure immediately erupted.

BOOOM—

An explosion, so loud and cacophonous that seemed to herald the end of the world resounded in the starry sky. Everything within a radius of twenty thousand kilometers was swept away directly.

Both Murong Mengyi and Han Zhu were sent flying into the far distance before managing to stabilize themselves.

A trickle of blood slowly leaked from the corner of Murong Mengyi's mouth as she stared solemnly at Han Zhu. The earlier attack from Han Zhu was in no way inferior to those people from the Primordial God Tribe.

Han Zhu looked at Murong Mengyi with a hint of admiration. "I have to admit that you are stronger than I thought... But how long can you last?"

Immediately, she raised the greatsword and swung it vertically through the air. Afterward, a crack split open in space as a black arc cut traveled towards Murong Mengyi.

Murong Mengyi didn't dare to collide head-on with the incoming blow. She activated her movement technique to evade the attack and unleash her power.

A pillar of white light surged from her body, piercing into the depths of the starry sky and illuminating the entire expanse. The surrounding area was soon transformed into a dazzling world of white light.

At this moment, thousands of Murong Mengyi's replicas appeared everywhere, and each one was identical to the real Murong Mengyi. No matter how carefully one looked at her, it would be impossible to find her true self.

In that instant, thousands of Murong Mengyi's replicas rushed towards Han Zhu from all directions. Their bodies radiated with a strange, divine light, causing the surrounding space to ripple.

A terrifying black light flashed through Han Zhu's eyes as her aura surged dramatically. It was several times more powerful than it was before. The greatsword in her hand was instantly engulfed in sinister black flames, capable of melting everything in the world.

"Hah!" Han Zhu let out a roar and swung the greatsword forward, cleaving open the space.

All of Murong Mengyi's replicas were instantly engulfed by black flames and reduced to nothingness.

Crack!

The white world began to crack and soon shattered.

Han Zhu lowered the greatsword and found herself standing in the vast starry sky. There was no star or anything around her. It was simply a pitch-black and empty space.

Han Zhu furrowed her brows slightly as she carefully scanned her surroundings.

Suddenly, a figure that bore a striking resemblance to Han Zhu appeared a few kilometers away.

"Dream realm..." Han Zhu muttered to herself as soon as she saw this scene. She knew that she had been brought into the dream realm created by Murong Mengyi.

The replica of Han Zhu pulled the greatsword forward and rushed towards Han Zhu in an instant. Her entire body was engulfed in black flames, causing everything in her path to burn uncontrollably.

Han Zhu tightened her grip on the greatsword and swung it towards her replica.

BOOM—

The two greatswords clashed midair, creating a magnificent impact.

Han Zhu swiftly approached her replica and thrust the greatsword forward.

The replica reacted quickly, bringing her greatsword up to block the oncoming thrust.

Bang!

The replica was sent flying instantly, and Han Zhu didn't let this chance slip away. She appeared above the replica and ruthlessly slashed at her.

Shred!

The greatsword in Han Zhu's hand tore the replica's body apart. Black blood spurted in the air before transforming into a mist of blood.

Han Zhu immediately discovered that she had returned to reality.

At that moment, Murong Mengyi had already stood behind her and struck her palm towards Han Zhu's back.

Boom!

Unexpectedly, Murong Mengyi's palm didn't strike Han Zhu's back, but rather the greatsword. In that split second, Han Zhu swiftly moved her greatsword to the back and miraculously blocked the attack.

"Freeze." Han Zhu uttered, and a layer of black frost immediately appeared on Murong Mengyi's body.

"You…" Murong Mengyi uttered in shock, and her entire body turned into a black ice statue in the next moment.

Han Zhu turned around to look at the frozen Murong Mengyi, and a frown appeared on her face.

"You are not real." Han Zhu uttered, and the ice statue shattered into nothingness.

At this moment, Murong Mengyi appeared in the starry sky above, gazing at Han Zhu. "If we were to fight head-on, I wouldn't be able to compete with you."

Han Zhu rested the greatsword on her shoulder and looked at Murong Mengyi. "It will certainly take a long time, but I will emerge as the victor in the end."

"It's not necessarily true." Murong Mengyi flatly refuted. "Someone will arrive here soon."

Han Zhu stared at Murong Mengyi for a while and then spoke gently. "Fine. You win this round... I didn't expect to lose so quickly after coming out."

"It's a draw." Murong Mengyi said with a faint smile. "I know you haven't tapped into your true power yet."

Han Zhu revealed a smile for the first time. "I think we can be friends."

"Feel free to join me at any time." Murong Mengyi responded.

The two of them stared at each other for a while before Han Zhu spoke. "There will be someone coming here later. This person is not easy to deal with. I hope that you can survive."

"Thank you for reminding me." Murong Mengyi said sincerely. "Unfortunately, we could have had a good chat if this were a peaceful era."

"Indeed." Han Zhu agreed. "We will meet again."

As her voice fell, Han Zhu vanished into the void.

The ancient beasts in the far distance had also completely retreated.

"Master." Meng Wanxi arrived beside Murong Mengyi and bowed respectfully.

"Puff!" Suddenly, Murong Mengyi coughed up blood, and her face turned pale.

"Master!" Meng Wanxi was shocked.

Murong Mengyi waved her hand. "Let's go back."