Myth Beyond Heaven

The Celestial Pavilion’s disciples stood frozen at the edge of the Garden of Lost Souls, their eyes wide with shock.

For centuries, the Garden had been a place of no return—a cursed forest where time twisted unpredictably, trapping countless cultivators in its depths. No one who entered ever came back.

Until now.

“What… is happening?” Jian Feng muttered, his voice trembling.

Before them, figures emerged from the forest—cultivators clad in tattered robes, their faces gaunt with exhaustion but alight with disbelief. Some stumbled forward, their knees hitting the ground as they wept openly. Others raised their hands to the sky, laughing like madmen.

“I’m free… I’M FREE!” one man screamed, his voice cracking with raw emotion.

Jian Feng’s face paled. “These people… they were trapped inside for who knows how many years!”

Lan Huiqian’s fingers tightened around her sword hilt, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd. “Something changed inside the Garden.”

Her mind raced.

Yun Lintian.

He had entered alone, defying all warnings. And now, this?

It couldn’t be a coincidence.

Jian Kun, the First Elder, remained silent, his divine sense stretching toward the forest, searching for any trace of Yun Lintian’s presence. But he found nothing.

“Could he have…?” Jian Feng began, but his voice trailed off.

Lan Huiqian didn’t answer. Her gaze remained fixed on the forest, her thoughts a storm.

Then—

“Elders! Look!” A young disciple of the Celestial Pavilion pointed toward the distant palace.

The Temporal Palace—a structure that only opened its gates once every few weeks—was now glowing faintly.

And its massive doors…

“They’re opening!”

Lan Huiqian’s sharp eyes narrowed as she watched the Temporal Palace’s gates slowly part. The silver light spilling from within pulsed with an ancient, mysterious energy.

“We should enter now,” she said, turning to Jian Kun.

Jian Feng and the other disciples immediately brightened, excitement flashing across their faces.

“Finally! Our first time inside the palace!” one disciple whispered eagerly.

“The treasures within must be unimaginable!” another added, rubbing his hands together.

But Jian Kun remained silent, his aged eyes dark with contemplation. His instincts screamed at him—something was wrong.

The Garden of Lost Souls had stood unchanged for centuries, yet now, suddenly, it had stabilized? And the Temporal Palace, which only opened at fixed intervals, was now welcoming them ahead of schedule?

Too convenient.

His gaze flickered toward the forest. Did Yun Lintian cause this?

Jian Feng, impatient, suddenly blurted out, “Elder! The gates are closing again!”

Indeed, the massive doors of the Temporal Palace had begun to inch shut, the silver light dimming.

Jian Kun’s mind raced, weighting pros and cons.

But time was running out.

“We enter,” Jian Kun finally declared, his voice firm.

The disciples cheered, surging forward. Jian Kun shot Lan Huiqian a meaningful look—stay alert—before leading the way.

The Celestial Pavilion’s group rushed toward the palace, slipping inside just as the massive gates sealed shut behind them with a thunderous BOOM.

At the same moment, deep within the forest’s edge, a group of ragged figures emerged—led by a young man with silver-streaked hair and mismatched eyes.

Yun Lintian.

Behind him, Zhou Xuan, Feng Yang, Bai Xue, Mei Ling, and the other trapped cultivators stumbled into the open air, their faces streaked with tears.

“We… we’re really out…” Zhou Xuan whispered, his voice breaking.

Feng Yang fell to his knees, pressing his forehead against the earth. “For centuries… I thought I’d die in that hell!”

Bai Xue and Mei Ling clutched each other, sobbing uncontrollably. The others collapsed where they stood, laughing and weeping in disbelief.

Zhou Xuan turned to Yun Lintian, his eyes red-rimmed but burning with gratitude. “Senior… we owe you our lives.”

Feng Yang kowtowed deeply. “If there is anything we can do—anything at all—name it!”

Yun Lintian shook his head. “No debts between us. Just live well.”

The freed cultivators bowed again, their respect absolute.

Yun Lintian’s gaze landed on the Temporal Palace that stood silently in the distance and turned to look at Zhou Xuan.

“Do you know what’s inside?” he asked.

Zhou Xuan shook his head quickly at Yun Lintian’s question. “Senior, I’ve never entered that place. But one of my sect’s elders did.”

Feng Yang and the others gathered closer, listening intently.

“What did he say?” Yun Lintian asked.

Zhou Xuan took a deep breath. “The elder said the palace is like a whole different world inside—vast beyond imagination. There are countless traps and trials, but also treasures beyond mortal comprehension.”

He hesitated before adding, “But he didn’t dare go too deep. His mission was to bring back information, not die in there.”

Feng Yang chimed in, “My sect master once entered as well. He said the palace has three zones—outer, middle, and inner. He barely made it to the middle zone before retreating.”

Yun Lintian’s eyes gleamed with interest. “And the inner zone?”

Feng Yang shook his head. “No one has ever entered it, as far as I know. My sect master said those who don’t understand the fundamental laws of time will never pass through.”

Yun Lintian nodded slightly, absorbing the information. He pulled out the compass Lan Huiqian had given him—a device that tracked time in the outside world.

“Only a week has passed,” he murmured.

Yun Lintian glanced at Zhou Xuan. “You can stay at the entrance and leave when it opens.”

Before Zhou Xuan could respond, a rustling came from the forest’s edge.

Two figures emerged—the Golden Armor Saint and the Crimson Lotus Matriarch, the True Gods who had attacked Yun Lintian inside the Garden before fleeing in terror.

Their entire bodies froze when they saw Yun Lintian standing there.

A tense silence fell.

Yun Lintian didn’t even glance at them. He simply turned and walked away.

Zhou Xuan, Feng Yang, and the others hurried after him, casting fearful looks at the two True Gods. They knew if Yun Lintian wasn’t there, these powerful experts might vent their anger on them for witnessing their humiliation.

The Crimson Lotus Matriarch let out a shaky breath when Yun Lintian ignored them. “He… really let us go,” she muttered.

The Golden Armor Saint’s face darkened, but he quickly composed himself. “We’re finally out of that damned forest,” he growled.

The Crimson Lotus Matriarch nodded. “I’m leaving. I’ve had enough of this cursed place.”

But the Golden Armor Saint’s gaze lingered on the Temporal Palace, his eyes burning with greed. “I’m staying. When the palace opens again, I’m going in.”

The Crimson Lotus Matriarch frowned. “Are you serious?”

The Golden Armor Saint smirked. “Of course. There are countless treasures waiting for me inside. Why should I leave?”

Shaking her head, the Crimson Lotus Matriarch turned and left without another word.

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