Myth Beyond Heaven

Huang Yiming's gaze narrowed. While Yin Sikong's words dripped with vengeance, a kernel of truth resonated within him. His master, the God of Mortals, might have had a close relationship with the God of Death, but Huang Yiming couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss since the God of Mortals' last return from the Netherworld.

Huang Yiming had dismissed it as a misconception, especially when the God of Mortals ventured back to the Netherworld just last week. It seemed to confirm everything was normal. But now...

"We will investigate your claims, Yin Sikong," he declared, his voice firm. "However, know this. If you seek to exploit this situation for your own gain, you will face the combined might of the Celestial Realm."

"Keke..." Yin Sikong chuckled. "Investigation? Unnecessary. All of you will die today."

A colossal gate materialized behind Yin Sikong, its obsidian surface etched with grotesque symbols that pulsed with an unholy light. From the swirling darkness within, demonic figures poured forth – hulking brutes with razor-sharp claws and nightmarish creatures defying description. Their bloodshot eyes scanned the celestial realm, hungry for destruction.

"Asura..." Jin Huoxuan spoke in a deep voice. The golden crow flames erupted around his body as he sent a sound transmission to Jin Yuxin. "Get him away from here."

Without hesitation, Jin Yuxin grabbed Jin Yang and vanished.

"Allow me to assist you, Brother Huang," Jin Huoxuan stepped forward, and a massive golden crow image materialized in the sky, followed by a deafening cry.

Screech!

The colossal golden crow image descended upon the battlefield, its fiery wings casting grotesque shadows on the grotesque demons. Demons closest to the impact zone shrieked as they were consumed by the inferno. The sheer heat pushed back the tide of demons momentarily, creating a much-needed respite for the citizens below.

The golden sword in Huang Yiming's hand vibrated with celestial energy, a stark contrast to the obsidian armor of the monstrous Asura.

"Since you insist on a fight, let me stop you here," Huang Yiming uttered coldly.

Yin Sikong smiled with sinister amusement. "Come on. Show me what you've got. As long as you can beat them, I will play with you."

With a battle cry that echoed through the city, Huang Yiming charged.

The Asura God, its eyes burning with cold fury, met Huang Yiming's charge with a thunderous roar.

BOOM!

The impact of their collision shook the very foundations of Nine Firmament City. Buildings trembled, citizens were thrown off balance, and a shockwave rippled outwards, shattering windows and sending debris flying.

An epic battle between gods had officially begun!

In the far distance, Yun Lintian watched everything unfold with a solemn expression. He finally understood the situation – this must be the beginning of the Primordial War!

He studied Huang Yiming carefully. This person was undoubtedly the Yellow Emperor. Looking at the battlefield, a sudden thought struck him. Before arriving here, there weren't even traces of battle. Most of the skeletons possessed no wounds. But now, it seemed different.

Doubts crept back into his mind. Yun Lintian couldn't determine again whether he had traveled back in time.

Crackle!

At this moment, Yin Sikong, his expression unreadable, raised a hand. The air crackled with dark energy as a grotesque portal ripped open in the sky, revealing a swirling vortex of inky darkness.

A monstrous skeletal hand clawed and dripping with a decayed aura, reached through the portal.

Jin Huoxuan, his face grim, turned to Huang Yiming. "Brother Huang, we cannot continue like this."

There were only ten True Gods on their side. The people from the White Tiger God Clan and the other clans hadn't arrived yet. It was difficult to fight Yin Sikong and the Asura Gods he brought with him.

Huang Yiming blasted away the Asura God in front of him and swept his spiritual sense over the city. Li Shan and the others were engaged in fierce battles with the other Asura Gods while the citizens desperately fought back the demonic horde. The situation was dire.

And now, Yin Sikong finally made his move.

As the monstrous hand pulled itself further through the portal, Yun Lintian recognized the aura of the Great Law of Death emanating from it, a terrible premonition gripping him.

Huang Yiming, his golden sword held high, met Yin Sikong's gaze. "Has the God of Death ordered this?" he asked solemnly.

Unease gnawed at him. First, the God of Mortals' alleged actions against the Netherworld people, and now Yin Sikong wielding the Grip of Death, a mysterious entity under the God of Death's dominion. Had the two Primordial Gods truly fallen out?

"What do you think?" A cruel smile twisted Yin Sikong's lips.

A cold dread settled in Huang Yiming's gut. Yin Sikong's cryptic response confirmed his worst suspicions. The God of Mortals and the God of Death were indeed at odds!

The Grip of Death extended further, and the aura of the Great Law of Death immediately washed over the city. Many people below fell to the ground one after another as if their souls had been ripped away.

Yun Lintian's expression changed drastically. The power of the Great Law of Life erupted from within him. He whirled around and rushed towards the inn.

"Hmm?" Yin Sikong raised an eyebrow in surprise, glancing at Yun Lintian in the distance.

Huang Yiming's face hardened. He raised his sword and swung at Yin Sikong, unleashing a torrent of golden light.

The golden brilliance slammed into Yin Sikong's defenses, sending shockwaves through the ravaged city. However, the surprise attack wasn't enough to break through Yin Sikong's defenses, or more precisely, the power of the Great Law of Death that shielded him.

"A big fish lurks here," Yin Sikong scoffed, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. "No wonder you wouldn't leave."

Meanwhile, the Grip of Death, its skeletal fingers radiating decay, continued its descent towards the city. Below, screams ripped through the air as the mere presence of the Grip drained the life force from unsuspecting citizens.

Witnessing this scene, Jin Huoxuan made a difficult decision. "Forgive me, Brother Huang."

As he spoke, the Golden Crow image in the sky exploded into a sea of golden flames. Jin Huoxuan, engulfed in the golden flames, vanished from the battlefield – he had escaped!

Unfazed by Jin Huoxuan's escape, Huang Yiming seemed to have a sudden realization. He now understood why Yun Lintian had appeared here and the meaning behind his cryptic words...