Myth Beyond Heaven

In the Peng clan manor, the father and son, Peng Huang and Peng Zheng, sat calmly around an ancient wood table.

At the head of the table, an old man in his nineties with features similar to Peng Huang leisurely taking a sip of tea. His aura was plain, but one could feel a sense of majesty within his body just by looking at him. He was Peng Fuyin, the ancestor of the Peng Clan.

Peng Fuyin put the teacup down and squinted his eyes at the father and son duo. "How's the preparation?"

Peng Huang hurriedly responded. "We're ready to make a move at any time, Ancestor. However, Han Bingling's recent movements are quite unpredictable. We have no idea what tricks she hides in her sleeves."

"She's just a little girl. No need to worry about her much. What you have to pay attention to is That Old Immortal Tian. He's at the end of his rope now. I'm not surprised if he goes all out in the upcoming day." Peng Fuyin said calmly.

Peng Huang hesitated briefly and asked. "Ancestor, should we…"

"No need. We should stand on the side and let those people take the initiative." Peng Fuyin quickly denied it.

"That's right, father. Wouldn't it be better for us to watch dogs eat dogs on the sideline? We may as well gain some benefits later." On the side, Peng Zheng said with a smile.

Peng Fuyin nodded approvingly. "See? Your son is much smarter than you."

Peng Huang smiled embarrassingly. He was indeed too impulsive, as he was eager for early success.

At this moment, a male servant walked into the room and reported. "Patriarch, something happens in the coastal cities. They are currently under attacking by a large group of profound beasts."

Peng Huang and Peng Zheng glanced at each other, and there were smiles on their face.

"Go ahead." Peng Huang said and let the servant leave. He turned to Peng Fuyin and asked. "Ancestor, how confident they are this time?"

Peng Fuyin took another sip of tea and replied nonchalantly. "Even if the Divine Thunder Palace sends support here, I don't think the Northern Continent could withstand this round of attack." He paused briefly and looked at the two with a meaningful smile. "Don't underestimate the Poison Valley. Their strength isn't something we could imagine."

Peng Huang and Peng Zheng nodded with thoughtful expressions. They looked forward to seeing how Han Bingling and Principal Tian would deal with this situation.

***

The Ice Threading City was located on the easternmost side of the Northern Continent. It was one of the important port cities. At this moment, a large amount of profound beasts and human practitioners were engaged in a fierce battle in the coastal area. The scene was incomparably chaotic, shrill screams and roars could be heard everywhere.

"Has the Frozen Moon Palace's troop arrived yet?" Standing far away on a city wall, a middle-aged man looked at the scene with a solemn expression. He was the Ice Threading City Lord, Yong Xiaobo.

Standing beside him was an old man in his eighties, Cao Jing. He was the butler of the city lord manor and Yong Xiaobo's faithful protector.

"Not yet, My Lord. The last time we heard from them was they were on the way here. From my estimation, they should arrive here within three hours at the fastest." Cao Jing said with a serious expression.

"Three hours?… I'm afraid our city would be long gone by then." Yong Xiaobo muttered helplessly.

His gaze cast onto a multi-layered barrier that flashed with a bright light, and in front of that barrier lay a horde of profound beasts… a horde that was so gigantic that it stretched as far as the eye could see.

The flocking black mass of profound beasts looked like roiling black clouds as they surged towards the Ice Threading City. All of them attacked the barrier and the profound practitioners who blocked them in a frenzied manner.

Shattered ice and snow that had been blown into the air danced as they filled the skies and as the roars and exploding energy that came from the profound beasts shook the heavens and earth like a violent snowstorm.

In front of this absolutely terrifying tide of profound beasts, those profound practitioners who were resisting with all of their might seemed exceptionally tiny and insignificant.

They destroyed wave after wave of profound beasts, but the profound beasts that lay in wait seemed to be absolutely endless. As a result, they exhausted their energy, suffered serious injuries, and started to lose their lives one by one.

The outermost layer of the barrier started to violently sway under the massed assault of the profound beasts as an increasingly heavy and gloomy aura of despair engulfed this ice city that had stood safe and sound within the ice and snow for a thousand years.

"Shit! A crack has appeared on the south side! Hurry up, go there and hold the line!!"

"We can't! We simply don't have any extra forces left… Arghhh!!"

"How come the Frozen Moon Palace's troops still haven't arrived yet!!?"

"We have already sent a sound transmission to beg for help from all the nearby sects that we can seek help from, but they replied in a perfunctory manner. Those bastards! They only know how to exhort people but do nothing when a crisis arrives. Even if I become a ghost, I will never let them go!"

"No, Second Brother! Don't die!"

Boom!

After a profound light broke into fragments that filled the sky, yet another layer of the defensive barrier collapsed. This was accompanied by many roars, which seemed to border on the edge of despair.

The barrier was down to its last two layers…

"City Lord! We can no longer defend this place. Let's leave here!" Several practitioners shouted toward Yong Xiaobo in despair. Although the Azure World had never been peaceful, it was the first time they had engaged in such a big and horrible battle. Seeing their comrades dying one by one, their morale began to decrease, giving them the urge to flee for their lives.