Myth Beyond Heaven Chapter 2060 Identify

Chapter 2060 Identify

Lin Yitong remained rooted to the spot for a long time, Yun Wushuang’s revelations exploding in her mind like a bomb.

Everything – being chosen by the True Wood Spirit Clan, learning about the Primordial Era, encountering the enigmatic Yun Tian, and now, the knowledge of Primordial God inheritors – it all coalesced. Her path, it seemed, had been predetermined. She was fated to be a player in this grand scheme.

Peaceful by nature, Lin Yitong wasn’t naive. The world harbored no true peace. Her desire for vengeance against the True Wood Spirit Clan’s attackers had already shattered any illusions of a tranquil life.

Without further deliberation, Lin Yitong returned to Earth and made a beeline for the Tower of Fate.

Frowning deeply, she stared at the thirteen glowing paintings before her. Their sudden illumination, particularly the previously dimmed portraits of the God of Mortals and the God of Time, remained a mystery.

“What happened?”

Just then, Hongyue entered the room, having returned from the Primordial God Forsaken Land with news of Yun Lintian’s recent situation. Her destination was Nine Firmament City, but Lin Yitong drew her attention first.

Lin Yitong’s gaze shifted from the Primordial Moon God’s painting to Hongyue. “Have you made any progress in understanding your powers?”

Hongyue’s brow furrowed in confusion. Her eyes drifted to the glowing paintings, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. “What’s going on? How did they all light up?”

“All thirteen Primordial God inheritors have emerged,” Lin Yitong explained succinctly. “Ren Yuan has just revived the Heavenly Court, solidifying his future path.”

Shock flooded Hongyue’s features.

“We need to locate them all,” Lin Yitong continued. “Now that the inheritors of the God of Heaven, the God of Death, the God of Darkness, and the God of Fate are confirmed… The Moon God’s inheritor should be you.”

Hongyue’s frown deepened. While all signs pointed towards her inheriting the Moon God’s power, she couldn’t sense it within herself at all.

Hongyue took a deep breath and said truthfully. “I have no idea. I couldn’t feel anything.”

“Could it be Lin Xinyao?” Lin Yitong raised an eyebrow in contemplation.

Lin Xinyao’s existence was already peculiar. Her reincarnation with a newfound tie to moon power made her a strong candidate for the Moon God’s inheritance.

“It’s a possibility,” Hongyue agreed, a frown etching itself on her face. “Senior Lan mentioned the Moon God’s power being fragmented across the Primal Chaos, perhaps divided into five parts. Maybe each of them inherited a portion.”

Hongyue paused, her voice laced with concern. “What would happen next?”

Lin Yitong held nothing back, recounting Yun Wushuang’s unexpected appearance.

Hongyue, having witnessed Yun Lintian’s growth firsthand throughout their time together, was utterly floored. The revelation of Yun Wushuang’s immense power far exceeded her expectations.

Moreover, the possibility of a second Primordial War was a staggering blow. Back then, such a notion wouldn’t have even crossed her mind.

Meeting Lin Yitong’s gaze, Hongyue asked solemnly, “Do we aim to destroy them?”

Lin Yitong shook her head. “Preventing their growth is likely impossible. Our priority should be identifying them definitively… The past relationships between the Primordial Gods are too cryptic to serve as a reliable guide. We can’t know who might be an ally.”

A thought struck Hongyue. “Do you think the Primordial God Tribe has discovered them yet? They wouldn’t exactly welcome the Primordial Gods’ return, would they?”

Lin Yitong offered a slow nod. “Based on what I’ve observed, their sentiments wouldn’t align with a Primordial God resurgence.”

A heavy silence descended upon them, lingering for a long time.

“Speaking of,” Hongyue finally broke the quiet, “I checked the cliff where Yun Tian and the others fell. Surprisingly, there’s nothing down there.”

Lin Yitong’s brow furrowed. “You went down there?” Her voice betrayed a hint of disapproval.

“My spiritual sense can reach the bottom,” Hongyue explained. “That’s what gave me the courage to try.”

A flicker of confusion crossed Lin Yitong’s face. “What did you find?”

Hongyue shook her head, a bewildered expression mirroring Lin Yitong’s.

Lin Yitong exhaled deeply. “For now, prioritize strengthening yourself and understanding your power. I’ll be departing shortly. If anything arises, contact me immediately.”

Hongyue readily agreed. “Understood.”

Lin Yitong cast one last, lingering glance at the paintings before turning and taking her leave.

***

The air, thick with the oppressive silence of ages, hung heavy as Si Junyi stepped through the shimmering portal. The God Tomb loomed before him, a skeletal titan against a bruised, blood-red sky. Jagged mountains, once vibrant with life, now jutted from the cracked earth, their peaks scraping the heavens. A palpable sense of desolation vibrated in the very air, a graveyard for forgotten gods.

Si Junyi surveyed the scene with cold detachment. His eyes, embers burning defiant against the pervasive gloom, swept across the desolate landscape.

Beside him, a colossal figure materialized from the swirling remnants of the portal. The Hell Asura, a behemoth forged from obsidian and bone, loomed even taller than the jagged mountains, its six crimson eyes glowing with an infernal hunger.

The stench of decay and ancient magic assaulted Si Junyi’s senses, a putrid miasma that clung to the very fabric of reality. Yet, he remained unfazed, his expression a mask of steely resolve. This desolate realm, once the final resting place of divine beings, was now his hunting ground.

A dry, rasping wind scoured the wasteland, whipping at Si Junyi’s crimson robe and sending dust devils swirling across the cracked earth.

In the distance, a desolate ruin, once a magnificent temple, crumbled against the relentless assault of time. It was a stark reminder of the power that lay dormant within these hallowed grounds – power Si Junyi craved.

BOOM!

With a single, imperious gesture, he unleashed the Hell Asura. The colossal being let out an earth-shattering roar, the sound echoing through the desolate canyons like a death knell to a forgotten era.

The ground trembled beneath its immense weight as it lumbered forward, its obsidian claws scraping against the cracked earth.

Si Junyi followed in its wake, his boots leaving silent imprints on the desolate ground. His gaze remained fixed on the crumbling temple, a singular purpose burning with an unholy intensity in his fiery eyes.

He had come to claim the legacy of the fallen gods, and no tomb, no guardian, no curse would stand in his way…