Myth Beyond Heaven Chapter 2058 The Return of the Heavenly Court (3)

Chapter 2058 The Return of the Heavenly Court (3)

The crimson sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a bruised purple and fiery orange gradient. High atop Mount Meru, in his palace carved from living jade, the Western Emperor, Bai Ze, surveyed the celestial spectacle. His ageless face, etched with the wisdom of eons, remained impassive. But a flicker of surprise danced in his amber eyes.

From the corner of his vision, a spectral advisor materialized—a wizened crane with feathers like spun moonlight. Its voice, rustling like dry leaves, said, “Your Majesty, a tremor seems to have shaken the Nine Heavens.”

Bai Ze turned his gaze, his eyes piercing the veil of reality. He saw the once-dormant Heavenly Court ablaze with celestial light. A figure, radiating power so potent it almost seemed to warp the fabric of existence, stood at the heart of it all – Ren Yuan.

The Western Emperor’s hand tightened around the armrest of his jade throne. A faint tremor ran through the mountain, a testament to the sheer power emanating from the newly revived Heavenly Court.

“The God of Heaven,” Bai Ze breathed, the name heavy on his tongue. He hadn’t expected the inheritor, Ren Yuan, to successfully revive the Heavenly Court and receive recognition from the Heavenly Guardian. It seemed the return of the God of Heaven was inevitable.

“He has defied the tribulation,” the crane rasped, a hint of awe lacing its voice. “He has not only conquered the Heavenly Tribulation but also subjugated the remnants of the Heavenly Tribulation Cult. He now stands as the undisputed ruler of the Heavenly Court.”

Bai Ze remained silent, his thoughts a whirlwind. The power vacuum left by the God of Heaven’s demise and the Chaos Goddess’s disappearance had created a volatile situation. Now, it seemed, Ren Yuan had filled that void with a force unlike any seen before.

“A new era dawns in the Nine Heavens,” the crane continued, its spectral form shimmering faintly. “The question, Your Majesty, is where will the West stand in this new order?”

A wry smile touched Bai Ze’s lips. The West, with its focus on harmony and balance, had always maintained a delicate neutrality in celestial power struggles. But this time, things were different. Ren Yuan’s rise, so sudden and potent, threatened to upset the celestial equilibrium.

“We shall observe,” Bai Ze finally declared, his voice resonating with power. “We shall observe how this new ruler wields his newfound authority. Only then will the West decide its course.”

Deep down, Bai Ze still held a flicker of faith in the Chaos Goddess. Since the God of Heaven’s demise, the Heavenly Realm had been shattered, fracturing into a chaotic struggle for dominance among the remaining forces.

The Chaos Goddess’s emergence halted everything, restoring peace to the Nine Heavens Realm. Bai Ze, the Jade Emperor, and the other powerhouses who survived the Primordial War had been wholly convinced by her leadership. Now, Ren Yuan’s arrival cast uncertainty. No one could guarantee he would maintain the peace the Chaos Goddess had established.

Bai Ze rose from his throne, his gaze fixed on the vibrant image of the Heavenly Court. A new game had begun on the celestial chessboard. The Western Emperor, a silent but powerful player, was prepared to make his move when the opportune moment arrived.

***

The obsidian veins of the Shadow Palace pulsed with a tremor like a discontented dragon stirring in its slumber. Ying Xue, her once-ethereal beauty marred by the harsh lines of forbidden knowledge, sat upon her throne carved from a fallen star. The bioluminescent fungi, casting an eerie glow across the cavernous throne room, couldn’t quite mask the simmering tension.

A hush fell over the court as a lone figure materialized from the shadows – a skeletal messenger wreathed in wisps of inky smoke. It bowed low, its voice a raspy whisper. “My Queen,” it rasped, “troubling news from the Nine Heavens.”

Ying Xue remained impassive, but a flicker of dark amusement danced in her eyes. “Speak,” she commanded, her voice a silken rasp.

“The Heavenly Court,” the messenger continued, its voice laced with dread, “has been revived by the new inheritor of the God of Heaven, Ren Yuan. He hails from the Divine Realm. Not only has he vanquished the Heavenly Tribulation, but he has also subjugated its followers.”

A collective gasp rippled through the court. The power vacuum left by the God of Heaven’s disappearance had been a boon to the Shadow Court, granting them a newfound freedom. But the rise of a new ruler, wielding such potent divine might, cast a long shadow on their future.

A hulking demon with horns the color of dried blood slammed his fist on the obsidian table. “This upstart! Does he think he can dictate the affairs of the entire Nine Heavens?”

A sly grin split the face of a hag, her voice a cackle that echoed through the chamber. “Perhaps this Ren Yuan is not so different from us. He too defied the established order, carving his own path to power.”

Ying Xue held up a hand, silencing the chamber. Her gaze, sharp as a viper’s, swept across her court. “This Ren Yuan,” she finally spoke, a dangerous glint in her voice, “is a wild card. Unlike the previous inheritor, his methods are unorthodox. We must tread carefully.”

A ripple of agreement ran through the court. The Shadow Court thrived in chaos, but unchecked celestial power could prove disastrous.

“Dispatch scouts to the Divine Realm,” Ying Xue declared, her voice hardening into a cold command. “We will gather information, learn his strengths and weaknesses. Only then will we decide our next move.”

A murmur of assent rose from the court. The game had changed, but the Shadow Court, masters of manipulation and deception, were not ones to shy away from a challenge.

Ren Yuan’s rise might have upset the celestial balance, but the Shadow Court, lurking in the unseen corners of the realm, was prepared to exploit the chaos for their own gain.

Unlike Ren Yuan’s bold display of power, their move would be a whisper in the darkness, a calculated strike from the shadows, a testament to their forbidden prowess.

***

The tremor in the Nine Heavens Realm sent shivers down the spines of various lurking forces. Lin Yitong, who occasionally returned to monitor the situation, was no exception.

“Ren Yuan,” Lin Yitong muttered, her expression solemn. “How did he manage it?”

It wasn’t that she underestimated Ren Yuan, but the method he employed to revive the Heavenly Court, undetected by the numerous powerhouses here, was beyond her comprehension.

“Who!?” A sudden shift in the atmosphere, eerily similar to a past experience, made Lin Yitong freeze. Someone was watching her, unseen.

“Relax,” a gentle female voice soothed.