Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2407: Central Region (2)



Yun Lintian delved into the complex matrix of God Marks, his mind a whirlwind of calculations and deductions. Each mark pulsed with chaotic energy, a symphony of destruction waiting to be unleashed upon any who dared to trespass.

He recognized the intricate patterns, the subtle interplay of various laws, a testament to the profound knowledge of the ancient True Gods who had crafted this barrier.

He didn't rush to solve it, instead, he memorized the patterns, dissecting the formation in his mind, searching for its weaknesses, its vulnerabilities.

Time seemed to slow down as he immersed himself in the intricate dance of divine inscriptions, his understanding of the God Marks deepening with every passing moment.

Outside the sandstorm, the cultivators watched with bated breath as Yun Lintian disappeared into the swirling vortex. Whispers rippled through the crowd, their voices a mixture of hope and doubt.

"Do you think he can do it?"

"He's been in there for hours. Surely, he would have emerged by now if he had succeeded."

"Perhaps he's been defeated by the chaotic energy."

"But he walked in so calmly. Surely, he must have a plan."

"We can only wait and see."

Hours passed by and everyone came into a conclusion that Yun Lintian must have been crushed into pieces by the sandstorms now.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the heart of the sandstorm, walking with a calm and steady gait. It was Yun Lintian, his clothes slightly ruffled, but his expression as serene as ever.

The cultivators gasped, their eyes widening in disbelief. He had done it. He had braved the chaotic energy and emerged unscathed.

"How...?" a cultivator stammered, his voice filled with awe.

Hongyue and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Although they knew Yun Lintian would be fine, it was impossible for them to remain at ease.

"Senior," a cultivator stepped forward, his voice trembling with emotion, "You have shown us that the sandstorm can be breached. Please, teach us how you did it. We are willing to do anything."

Others echoed his plea, their voices a chorus of desperation and hope.

"Please, Senior, show us the way."

"We beg you, Senior, have mercy on us."

Yun Lintian surveyed the crowd, his gaze sweeping over their desperate faces.

"I'm curious. Why do all of you want to go in now when you can wait for the right time?" Yun Lintian asked. In fact, he could understand their intentions, but he wanted to know whether there was something else beyond his expectation.

"Senior, this must be your first time here, correct?" the cultivator asked. "Inside the Central Region, it's divided into three zones: the outer, the middle, and the inner zones. We are not powerful and can only stay in the outer zone. There are a lot of Spirit Beads and other resources in this zone. It is the best place for us. If we can go in earlier, we don't have to compete with anyone."

"I see," Yun Lintian nodded slightly. "Then why did you leave?"

The cultivator smiled bitterly. "We would like to, but we were too weak. If we stay there for a long period, our bodies won't be able to handle the environment, especially in recent years. The environment inside has grown harsher. We have to leave to recuperate from time to time."

Yun Lintian thought for a moment and said, "I have no problem letting you go in. Just follow me."

"Really? Thank you, Senior!" The cultivator was shocked and hurriedly expressed his gratitude. The others followed suit.

Hongyue and the others didn't feel anything strange. Yun Lintian had always been like this.

"Let's go," Yun Lintian said and turned to the sandstorm.

He raised his hand, and a surge of divine energy flowed from his fingertips, gently caressing the chaotic energy of the sandstorm.

The swirling vortex responded to his touch, its violent fluctuations subsiding, its destructive power tamed.

A path opened within the sandstorm, a beacon of light amidst the swirling chaos. The cultivators gasped, their eyes widening in disbelief. They had never witnessed such a feat, such mastery over the chaotic forces that had plagued them for so long.

Everyone looked at the passage in awe. This was the first time they had seen such a magical

scene.

"Follow me," Yun Lintian instructed, his voice a gentle command. He immediately walked into the passage with his companions.

The cultivators, their hearts filled with newfound hope, eagerly followed him into the sandstorm, their footsteps echoing through the desolate landscape.

Yun Lintian led the procession of cultivators through the swirling chaos. His divine energy radiated outwards, forming a protective barrier that shielded them from the destructive

forces within.

The cultivators, their hearts filled with a mix of awe and gratitude, followed closely, their footsteps echoing through the passage he had created.

As they emerged from the sandstorm, the landscape that greeted them was far from a paradise. The outer zone of the Central Region was a desolate wasteland, several times worse than the land they had left behind.

The ground was cracked and barren, littered with the skeletal remains of fallen gods and divine beasts. The air was thick with chaotic energy, its oppressive weight bearing down on them, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked within this cursed land.

Scattered across the desolate landscape were Spirit Beads of various sizes, their ethereal glow casting an eerie light upon the scene. The cultivators gasped, their eyes widening in avarice as they beheld the treasure trove before them.

"So many Spirit Beads here!" a cultivator exclaimed, but none of them dared to go forward.

Yun Lintian, however, remained unmoved by the allure of the Spirit Beads. His gaze swept across the desolate landscape, his eyes filled with a profound sadness as he took in the devastation, the remnants of countless battles fought and lost.

"Go ahead. I'm not going to take them," he said and walked away.

"Thank you, Senior." The cultivators expressed their gratitude and quickly collected the Spirit

Beads.

At this moment, Yun Lintian noticed a massive pile of bones in the distance, towering over the landscape like a macabre monument.

As he approached, he realized that these were not the bones of mere mortals, but the skeletal remains of fallen gods, their divine power lingering in the air, a testament to their once-

immense strength.

Yun Lintian's heart grew heavy as he surveyed the scene. He could sense the lingering resentment, the echoes of despair that clung to the very essence of this land.

The chaotic energy here was not merely a destructive force; it was a manifestation of the countless negative emotions that had accumulated over millennia of conflict and bloodshed...