Myth Beyond Heaven



Hongyue and Mumu made their way towards the hill, their footsteps echoing in the quiet streets of Iron Village. The villagers watched them go, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity.

As they climbed the hill, the sounds of the village faded away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds. The air grew cooler, the sunlight dimmer, as they approached the summit.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Finally, they reached the top of the hill, and a breathtaking sight greeted them. A solitary forge stood amidst a grove of ancient trees, its flames flickering and its bellows wheezing with a timeless rhythm.

The forge itself was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, its metalwork adorned with intricate patterns and its anvil polished to a mirror-like shine.

But it was not the forge that captured Hongyue's attention. Beside it, nestled under the shade of a majestic oak tree, stood a small shrine, its stone surface etched with the image of a man wielding a hammer. It was a shrine dedicated to Tie Mutian, the legendary God Smith, his legacy immortalized in this sacred place.

Offerings of flowers and incense adorned the shrine, their fragrance mingling with the scent of the forest. A sense of peace and tranquility permeated the air, a testament to the reverence the villagers held for their ancestral legend.

As Hongyue approached the shrine, she noticed a young woman kneeling before it, her hands clasped in prayer. The woman's long, black hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes, closed in devotion, were filled with a serene light.

Hongyue hesitated, unsure whether to disturb the woman's meditation. But Mumu, sensing her hesitation, nudged her forward.

"Go on," she whispered. "She's been expecting you."

Hongyue's heart skipped a beat. Expecting her? How could that be?

She took a deep breath and stepped forward, her footsteps soft on the mossy ground. The woman, sensing her approach, opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Hongyue's with a knowing smile.

"Welcome, inheritor of the Moon God," she said, her voice soft yet resonant. "I have been waiting for you."

Hongyue narrowed her eyes slightly. "You know who I am?" she asked, her voice filled with surprise.

The woman nodded. "I am the guardian of this shrine," she said. "And I have been entrusted with a message for you."

"A message? From whom?" Hongyue raised an eyebrow.

The woman rose to her feet, her movements graceful and fluid. She gestured towards the forge. "Tie Mutian left behind more than just his tools," she said. "He also left behind a

legacy, a path for those who seek to wield the God Slaying Sword."

Hongyue frowned slightly. "The God Slaying Sword should have been destroyed a long time ago. Are you saying it still exists?"

A cryptic smile played on the woman's lips as she replied, "The God Slaying Sword, in its original form, indeed met its demise. However, its essence, its very core, was shattered into fragments, scattered across the vast expanse of the Primal Chaos."

Hongyue's eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing to comprehend the implications of the woman's words. Fragments of the God Slaying Sword? Could it be...

Her thoughts drifted to the Heaven Piercing Sword and the seven elemental swords that Yun Lintian possessed. Each one radiated an aura of immense power, their origins shrouded in mystery. Could they be the fragments the woman spoke of?

The woman, sensing Hongyue's train of thought, nodded slowly. "You are perceptive," she said. "The swords your husband wields are indeed fragments of the God Slaying Sword, each imbued with a portion of its original power."

Hongyue's mind reeled. The revelation was a bombshell, shattering her previous understanding of Yun Lintian's weapons. She had always assumed they were simply powerful artifacts, forged by some gods. But now, she realized their true significance, their connection to the legendary God Slaying Sword.

At the same time, she finally understood why Tie Mutian appeared in the Azure World. He must have forged all the swords and left them there. All the dots were finally connected! Suddenly, Hongyue came back to her senses and said with a frown, "What did you say earlier? My husband? He's not my husband."

The woman didn't seem to hear it. Her gaze turned distant, as if peering into the depths of time. "The God Slaying Sword was Tie Mutian's proudest work, but it was also his greatest regret. He knew that its power, if wielded by the wrong hands, could bring ruin to the Primal Chaos. Although it didn't end up in the wrong hands back then, it had almost caused a disaster to the Primal Chaos. If it weren't for the Moon God's sacrifice, the Primal Chaos Wall would have been destroyed."

"That's why he didn't fix it," Hongyue seemed to understand his feeling.

The woman nodded. "He scattered the fragments across the realms, hoping that they would never be reunited," she said. "But fate, it seems, has other plans."

Hongyue's thoughts returned to Yun Lintian, to the swords he wielded with such mastery. She had witnessed their power firsthand, their ability to cleave through even the toughest defenses. But now, she realized that their true potential remained untapped, their fragments yearning to be reunited, to reclaim their rightful place as the God Slaying Sword.

"How do we find the remaining fragments?" she asked, her voice filled with determination. The woman smiled enigmatically. "The fragments will reveal themselves when the time is right," she said. "And the right person will be able to wield it."

Hongyue furrowed her brow slightly. "Do you know where its Sword Spirit is?"

The woman shook her head and said, "Unfortunately, no. However, you can visit the Fallen God Graveyard in the Ancient Battlefield. There might be something you are looking for." "Fallen God Graveyard? The Ancient Battlefield?" Hongyue repeated the names curiously. "I know where it is," Mumu spoke up. She took a deep look at the woman and said, "I didn't expect God Smith's daughter to still be alive."

The woman looked at Mumu with a faint smile. "Fate is truly unpredictable. I was lucky enough to survive."

Mumu nodded gently. "It seems you have stopped forging for a long time."

The woman, Tie Muqiu, smiled and said, "I have lost my passion and desire. There's no point for me to forge more powerful artifacts."

"Maybe one day you will regain your passion," Mumu said gently. "And that day should not

be far."

"We will see," Tie Muqiu responded softly.

She turned to Hongyue and said, "I forgot to tell you one thing. A man came here last year to look for the Sword Spirit. His name is Qin Juehai."