Myth Beyond Heaven

A heavy silence descended upon the group, the weight of Huang Yiming's words settling like a dense fog. Yun Lintian, burdened by the legacy of the God of Fate and the cryptic message from his father, felt a tremor of unease course through him.

"The final boss..." Yun Lintian murmured to himself.

Having devoured countless novels, he couldn't help but draw the parallel – every story had its final boss. Since inheriting the God of Fate's legacy, a nagging suspicion had taken root in his heart. Restoring the Primal Chaos felt too simplistic. Could it be a greater foe manipulating events from the shadows, or perhaps an even more catastrophic threat loomed? What was it?

No matter how hard Yun Lintian racked his brain, he couldn't think of anything at the moment. Whether it was his father, the Beyond Heaven King, or the others, all of them clearly tried their best to conceal the information from him. It was as if the moment he knew it, he would be gone somehow.

This only deepened his unease. Their protectiveness felt like a cage, stifling him with secrets.

Huang Yiming seemed to see through Yun Lintian's thoughts. "The path you walk is fraught with peril," he said gently. "I believe that even the God of Fate himself couldn't foresee everything. Revealing the full picture at this stage could break you, burden you with a weight too heavy to bear."

"I understand your point," Yun Lintian replied, shaking his head and sighing. "But I feel like they're keeping me in the dark, pulling me along a path they've chosen. I'm not sure that's right." He even wanted to voice the bitter thought: Was he nothing but a pawn manipulated by others?

Linlin, sensing his mood, leaned against his cheek in silent comfort. Among everyone present, she understood his ultimate desire better than anyone. He just wanted peace with his loved ones.

Lin Yitong looked at Yun Lintian with a touch of sympathy. This wasn't his first outburst on the subject, and his frustration resonated with her. Unfortunately, she thought, no one could truly escape their destiny.

Huang Yiming, having witnessed countless ages, offered no further consolation. He'd seen far too much. Yun Lintian's fate, with a clear path laid out, was actually better than most. All he had to do was walk it. Yet, Huang Yiming also understood Yun Lintian's feelings. After all, ambition wasn't his defining trait. His true desires lay elsewhere.

Continuing his speculation, Huang Yiming said, "I learned everything about the Primordial War from your father. According to him, the God of Fate fell under the God of Darkness's hand. About the God of Darkness, I know a thing or two."

"He was a being of immense ambition. His desire to rule was no secret. In the past, he sought help from the God of Fate at the Tower of Fate. However, rumor has it that he was repeatedly rejected. Perhaps this is what fueled his dissatisfaction with the God of Fate."

"He also instructed his subordinates to harass those under the God of Fate's protection. It wasn't until the God of Life intervened that the God of Darkness stopped."

"The God of Fate's people?" Yun Lintian spoke in doubt. From what he knew, similar to the God of Time, the God of Fate didn't seem to have any subordinates.

"All the Primordial Gods have followers," Huang Yiming clarified, understanding Yun Lintian's confusion. "There are two major clans under the God of Fate: the Butterfly Clan and the Dreamweaver Clan. Both were quite mysterious, just like their master."

"The Butterfly Clan..." Lin Yitong suddenly recalled a piece of information she had learned from the True Wood Spirit Clan. Similar to them, the Butterfly Clan was a peace-loving clan focused on caring for nature. They were entirely harmless.

As for the Dreamweaver Clan, she had never heard of them.

"I met the leader of the Butterfly Clan a few times in the past. Her name was Die Qingzhu. She was known for helping mortals," Huang Yiming said gently, a flicker of sorrow crossing his eyes.

"However, I heard she was tragically killed by Yao Wang, the God of Darkness's most powerful henchman, during the Primordial War," he added.

Yun Lintian frowned deeply. If he were in the God of Fate's shoes, he would've done everything to destroy the God of Darkness. Why target the God of Heaven instead? Furthermore, Yun Tian mentioned a senior who believed the God of Fate might have allowed himself to be killed by the God of Darkness.

There comes another mystery. Yun Lintian sighed inwardly.

"Legends say the Butterfly Clan possessed a unique ability: they could manipulate the flow of fate on a small scale, nudging events in a positive direction. Perhaps the God of Darkness wanted to capture them for his own use but realized it couldn't be achieved. Hence, destroyed." Huang Yiming continued.

Yun Lintian and the others found it incredible. Especially Yun Lintian. As the inheritor of the God of Fate, he didn't even have a single ability related to fate manipulation. The Butterfly Clan could actually do it?

"As for the Dreamweaver Clan, their leader was Meng Xia. Similar to Die Qingzhu, she normally appeared to help mortals. I met her only once. She gave me a strange, oppressive feeling I could not explain," Huang Yiming continued. "Her death remained shrouded in mystery. Your father didn't know about it either."

"Countless god clans perished in the war. From your father's words, around fifty True Gods are lucky enough to survive. They have formed a new faction called the Primordial God Tribe."

"Do you know their leader?" Lin Yitong quickly asked. "I've encountered a few of them, but their leader has never shown up. Among them is the Night God."

"The Night God Ye Xing? I see... He's still alive, huh?" Huang Yiming was slightly surprised. "He's considered a good person who served the God of Darkness."

"Without him, the True Wood Spirit Clan wouldn't have survived," Lin Yitong said gently.

Huang Yiming nodded. "I don't know who their leader is, but I can make a guess. It should be the Martial Emperor Wu Fan. One of the twelve emperors under the God of Mortals."

"Why do you think it's him?" Lin Yitong asked curiously.

"He perfectly aligns with the ambitions of the Primordial God Tribe. Back then, he often spoke about how the Primal Chaos should maintain the status quo. True Gods must stand at the top, beneath only the Primordial Gods," Huang Yiming replied.