Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2225 Departure (2)

Chapter 2225 Departure (2)

The woman in the image possessed an ethereal beauty that transcended the boundaries of the mortal realm. Her skin was like flawless porcelain, pale and luminous, with a delicate blush gracing her high cheekbones.

Her eyes, the color of deep sapphires, sparkled with a gentle warmth and intelligence. They held a depth that hinted at a hidden strength, a resilience forged through trials and tribulations.

Iler raven hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk, framing a face that seemed sculpted by the gods themselves. Iler nose was small and straight, her lips full and inviting, curved into a soft, enigmatic smile.

She wore a simple white dress, its flowing lines accentuating her slender figure. A jade pendant adorned her neck, a symbol of her noble lineage and a reminder of her connection to the spiritual realm.

Her beauty was not merely physical; it radiated from within, a manifestation of her pure heart and unwavering spirit. Yun Lintian could sense her kindness, her compassion, and her unwavering love for her family.

Across two lifetimes, Yun Lintian couldn't deny a yearning to meet his mother. Now, here she was, materialized before him. Though he couldn't be certain of the image's veracity, an undeniable truth resonated within him this was his mother.

"Dad," Yun Lintian's voice trembled slightly, "I promise. I'll bring Mom home." Ilis gaze remained fixed on the woman's image, a silent vow forming in his heart.

Yun Wuhan's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he grasped his son's hand, a silent exchange of understanding passing between them.

The meal continued in a bittersweet symphony of laughter and reminiscence, a poignant blend of joy and sorrow. They spoke of childhood escapades, of shared dreams and aspirations, of the unbreakable bond that tied them together, transcending time and distance.

As the night deepened, a sense of finality settled upon them. It was time for Yun Lintian to embark on his journey, to face the uncertainties that awaited him in the Divine Realm.

With a heavy heart, Yun Wuhan led his son to the ancestral hall, where the spirits of their ancestors watched over them. Together, they offered prayers and incense, seeking guidance and protection for Yun Lintian's perilous path.

As Yun Lintian prepared to depart, he turned to his father, a determined glint in his eyes. "Do not worry, Dad," he reassured him, "I will return."

Yun Wuhan nodded, his voice choked with emotion. "May the ancestors guide your path, my

son."

Yun Lintian then faced the assembled members of the Yun Clan, his gaze sweeping over their faces, imprinting their features in his memory. He saw pride, admiration, and a flicker of apprehension in their eyes.

"I leave the clan in your capable hands," he declared, his voice ringing with authority. "Protect our home, and I shall return to lead us to even greater heights."

A chorus of cheers and affirmations erupted, a testament to their unwavering faith in their young patriarch. With a final farewell, Yun Lintian turned and strode towards the teleportation formation that would transport him to the Azure Capital City.

"Young Master..." A choked sob escaped Yun Ling's lips as Yun Lintian vanished in a flash of white light. A pang of longing pierced her heart - she yearned to join him on his journey, but her limitations were undeniable.

Yun Wuhan placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice firm yet gentle. "Train harder, Linger. Your strength will determine if you can stand beside him in the future."

"Yes, Patriarch!" Yun Ling responded with a resolute nod, her fists clenching in determination. Yun Lintian materialized within the teleportation hall of the capital city, seeking a map from Jiu Lang. Stepping out, he was met with a surprising sight - Liu Meng'er.

A jolt of surprise shot through Liu Meng'er as well, a flicker of guilt clouding her features. Beside her stood a tall woman, her gaze fixed intently on Yun Lintian - Liu Meng'er's master, Lou An.

"Greetings, Young Patriarch Yun," Lou An spoke with utmost courtesy. "Forgive our transgression. We were coerced by the Iron Palm Sect to reveal your clues."

"Young Master Yun... I..." Liu Meng'er opened her mouth to speak, but Yun Lintian silenced her with a dismissive wave.

"It doesn't matter. Let them come to me!" he said, his voice betraying no emotion. Without another word, he turned and began to walk away.

A wave of despair washed over Liu Meng'er as she watched him disappear into the distance. The vast distance separating them felt insurmountable.

"Let us go," Lou An sighed softly, placing a comforting hand on her disciple's shoulder.

Liu Meng'er bit her lip, fighting back tears. Deep down, she knew it was true - catching up to Yun Lintian in this lifetime was a dream destined to remain unfulfilled.

Yun Lintian wasted no time in meeting with Jiu Lang and explaining his objective. A flicker of surprise crossed Jiu Lang's face as he produced a jade slip.

"The Great Wilderness Realm resides in the Southern Region, a considerable distance from the Holy Lands," he explained. "The most efficient means of travel is via the grand teleportation formation, though the cost is rather high.

Yun Lintian scrutinized the map etched onto the jade slip. The layout of this Divine Realm mirrored the one he was familiar with five regions radiating outwards, with the Holy Lands, the domain of True Gods, at the center.

"Traveling by flight at your current strength would take at least two years to reach the Central Region," Jiu Lang cautioned. "Once there, you'll need to acquire a token for entry into the Iloly Lands. These tokens are awarded through various competitions held annually."

His expression turned grim. 'Heed my warning: attempting a forceful entry into the Holy Lands is a guaranteed death sentence."

Yun Lintian's curiosity piqued. "These competitions - what form do they take?"

"Each year, the Holy Lands issues a limited number of tokens ten thousand in total," Jiu Lang explained. "Tactions throughout the Divine Realm compete fiercely for them. While primarily

annually, but strength is undoubtedly the most crucial factor"

Yun Lintian absorbed this information with a thoughtful nod. This was far more complex than he'd anticipated.

"If you're amenable," Jiu Lang continued, placing a black token on the table, "you're welcome to visit my sect. I'll inform my master of your situation."

"Your insights have been invaluable, Senior," Yun Lintian replied, accepting the token with a grateful bow. "Thank you!"

Jiu Lang returned the gesture. "I wish you good luck!"