Myth Beyond Heaven

The moment Feng Jian grasped the spear, the entire chamber seemed to thrum with a newfound energy. The air crackled with anticipation, and the very stones beneath their feet trembled.

Yun Lintian narrowed his eyes, sensing a drastic shift in power. This was no longer the same opponent he had been facing moments ago.

Feng Jian cackled, a sound that sent chills down Yun Lintian's back. "This, boy, is the Heaven's Fury Spear! With it in my hand, I am a storm incarnate! You will crumble before its might!"

With a ferocious battle cry, Feng Jian lunged forward, the Heaven's Fury Spear blurring as he unleashed a flurry of lightning strikes. The attacks were far more potent than before, imbued with a sharp energy that Yun Lintian hadn't encountered yet.

But Yun Lintian wasn't about to back down. He met the spear head-on, his body surging with the power of the White Tiger God bloodline. A brilliant golden-white aura erupted from him, clashing with the silver lightning that enveloped Feng Jian.

BOOOOOM—

The resulting explosion tore through the chamber, leaving behind a crater where they had collided. Dust swirled, obscuring the view for a moment before Yun Lintian emerged, his figure shrouded in the golden-white aura.

Across from him, Feng Jian stood frowning, his spear held high. The Heaven's Fury Spear seemed to dim slightly, but the storm of lightning around him raged on.

"What is this?" Feng Jian furrowed his brow. The aura around Yun Lintian was something he had never seen before.

Yun Lintian ignored Feng Jian's bewildered question. The strike he received had singed his flesh, a stark reminder of the power Feng Jian wielded. However, the pain also ignited a primal fire within him.

"Huh!"

With a roar that echoed through the chamber, Yun Lintian unleashed the full might of the White Tiger God bloodline. A ferocious white tiger materialized behind him, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. The very air vibrated with the raw power of the ancient beast.

"The White Tiger God…? How could it be possible?" Feng Jian's eyes widened in shock. He had sensed a unique aura previously, but the full manifestation before him was breathtaking. The pressure emanating from the white tiger threatened to suffocate him.

But before Feng Jian could react, Yun Lintian vanished. He reappeared behind Feng Jian in a blur of motion, his fist crackling with a different kind of lightning. This lightning wasn't silver like Feng Jian's, nor was it the pure white that usually surrounded him. It was a vibrant gold, pulsing with an energy that hummed with destructive power.

"The White Tiger God Art — First Form: Divine Tiger's Fist!"

Yun Lintian roared, unleashing his attack. The golden lightning crackled around his fist as he slammed it into Feng Jian's back. The God Ascension Realm cultivator was caught completely off guard by the sudden appearance and the unfamiliar lightning.

BANG!!

A deafening explosion ripped through the chamber, sending shockwaves that echoed through the labyrinthine tunnels.

When the dust settled, Feng Jian was sprawled on the ground, a deep crater marking the spot where he had landed. His silver armor was cracked and smoking and blood seeped from a gaping wound on his back.

"Ugh!" With a feral snarl, he pushed himself back to his feet. His eyes burned with rage and a newfound respect for his opponent. A Lower God wielding such power and bloodline was unheard of.

"A descendant of the White Tiger God?… This is unexpected." Feng Jian uttered, his voice laced with disbelief and fury.

Yun Lintian, still hovering in the air with the white tiger looming behind him, remained calm. "Is this your true power?… It's too weak, isn't it?" he taunted.

Crackle!

Feng Jian ignored him, his anger boiling over. He channeled his aura once more, the silver lightning around him crackling with renewed intensity. But this time, there was a subtle difference. The lightning seemed to writhe and twist, forming intricate patterns that pulsed with a dangerous energy.

"You will pay for that!" Feng Jian screamed, raising the Heaven's Fury Spear high above his head. "Second Form: Storm's Fury!"

With a mighty swing, Feng Jian unleashed a torrent of writhing silver lightning. It wasn't a single, focused attack like before, but a chaotic storm of crackling energy that filled the entire chamber.

Yun Lintian, recognizing the danger, roared back. The white tiger behind him roared in unison, its golden eyes blazing with defiance. He raised his hand, the golden lightning crackling around his palm.

"The White Tiger God Art — Second Form: White Tiger's Fury!"

A blinding bolt of golden lightning, infused with the essence of the White Tiger God bloodline, erupted from his hand. It met the storm of silver lightning head-on, creating a dazzling spectacle of light and energy.

Rumble—

The chamber trembled violently as the two forces collided. The air crackled with an unbearable intensity, and the very ground beneath their feet began to crumble. The resulting explosion sent both combatants flying backward, crashing into opposite walls with bone-jarring thuds.

Yun Lintian coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body wracked with pain from the raw power of the attacks.

Wiping the bloodstain from his lips, he murmured to himself, "So this is my limit."

Yun Lintian hadn't used any artifacts throughout the battle. With this exchange, he finally understood the extent of his current capabilities.

Meanwhile, Feng Jian struggled to his feet, his body a mess of bruises and burns. His initial arrogance had been utterly shattered. This Lower God wasn't just a powerful cultivator, but also a terrifying genius who wielded lightning with a mastery Feng Jian had never witnessed.

Moreover, Yun Lintian was also a descendant of the legendary White Tiger God, supposedly extinct for a long time.

But Feng Jian wouldn't give up. He had survived this hellish place for a long time. Even a True God couldn't catch him. How could he lose his life here?

"Grrr…."

With a growl that sent shivers down Yun Lintian's spine, Feng Jian started channeling his aura once more. The silver lightning around him danced with renewed fury, but this time, it was infused with a dark, sinister energy.

Sensing the change, Yun Lintian narrowed his eyes. He could feel a dangerous aura emanating from Feng Jian, something far more potent than the raw power he had been using before.

"Dark energy?" Yun Lintian was surprised when he saw a trace of the dark energy slowly emerge from Feng Jian's body… Was he a demonic cultivator?