Myth Beyond Heaven

A surge of energy pulsed through Yun Qianxue's body. The sigil on her forehead, a snowflake encased within a crescent moon, glowed with an intense blue light.

Her snow-white hair, usually flowing freely, was now partially covered with a layer of shimmering blue frost, each strand radiating a chilling aura.

From her back, a pair of magnificent ice wings unfurled, their delicate feathers edged with frost, catching the light and casting an ethereal glow around her. Her eyes, usually a gentle silver, now shone with an otherworldly blue light, piercing and intense.

The transformation was sudden, breathtaking. It was as if Yun Qianxue had shed her mortal coil, ascending to a higher state of being, a being of pure ice and power. The pressure emanating from her body soared.

Xue Muyao, who had been pressing her attack relentlessly, stopped, her eyes widening in surprise. She had never seen such a seamless fusion of ice and power, such a perfect harmony between a cultivator and their element. It was as if Yun Qianxue had become one with the ice itself.

"Such… a seamless technique…" Xue Muyao murmured, her voice filled with awe.

She had witnessed countless battles, seen cultivators unleash their full potential, but she had never seen anything like this. It was a level of mastery that transcended mere skill, a connection to the elements that was almost spiritual.

Yun Qianxue, her gaze now fixed on Xue Muyao, radiated an aura of cold power. The change in her was palpable, the shift in the battle's momentum undeniable. She raised her hand, and the shattered ice on the ground began to swirl around her, reforming into a swirling vortex of icy energy.

The vortex grew larger, more powerful, the air around it crackling with freezing energy. It was as if the very ice itself was responding to her will, bending to her command.

Xue Muyao, sensing the shift in power, knew she had to act quickly. She summoned her ice sword, its blade now pulsing with an icy light, and lunged towards Yun Qianxue, aiming for a swift, decisive strike.

But Yun Qianxue was ready. She moved with a speed and agility that belied her newly formed ice wings, her movements fluid and graceful, like a dancer on ice. She dodged Xue Muyao's attack with ease, the ice vortex swirling around her, protecting her from harm.

She then countered, her hand moving in a complex pattern, drawing upon the power of the Law of Water and the Law of Thunder. The ice vortex transformed, becoming a swirling tempest of ice and lightning, a devastating combination of freezing energy and raw power.

The tempest surged towards Xue Muyao, its icy tendrils reaching out, seeking to ensnare her. The lightning crackled and flashed, illuminating the battlefield with bursts of blue light.

Xue Muyao, facing the onslaught of ice and lightning, was forced onto the defensive. Her ice sword, though powerful, was struggling to cut through the electrified ice.

The blizzard she summoned to counter the tempest was quickly overwhelmed, the swirling snow and ice no match for the combined power of water and thunder.

Xue Muyao looked at Yun Qianxue, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

"Such power… at such a young age," she murmured, her voice laced with awe. "You are truly extraordinary."

The next moment, the admiration in Xue Muyao's eyes vanished, replaced by a steely resolve. The earlier hint of regret, the flicker of resignation, was gone, replaced by the cold, hard determination of a warrior who had nothing left to lose.

A surge of dark energy erupted from Xue Muyao's body. Her eyes, previously a clear, icy blue, now glowed with an ominous black light. The temperature around her plummeted, the air growing heavy with a chilling presence. Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire

The blizzard she summoned, previously a swirling mass of white snow, now transformed into a tempest of black snow, the flakes swirling like dark wraiths, carrying an aura of chilling dread.

The pressure emanating from her body intensified, pressing down on the entire battlefield, the very air seeming to thicken, making it difficult to breathe.

The change in Xue Muyao was drastic, terrifying. It was as if she had tapped into a dark, primal source of power, a power that resonated with the chaotic energy of the Ancient Battlefield.

Yun Qianxue felt a shiver run down her spine. The suffocating pressure, the chilling aura, the malevolent energy radiating from Xue Muyao… it was unlike anything she had ever faced.

She realized the true gap between her and Xue Muyao. She had only scratched the surface of Xue Muyao's true power.

"Be careful," Xue Muyao said, her voice now laced with a chilling edge. "This is my true power. I will not hold back."

Before Yun Qianxue could react, Xue Muyao moved. She was a blur of black energy, her movements swift and deadly. The black snow swirled around her, forming a protective barrier, obscuring her movements, making it impossible to predict her attacks.

She struck, her ice sword now pulsing with dark energy, leaving trails of black frost in its wake.

BANG!

Yun Qianxue raised her sword to parry, but the force from the attack was too great. She could hardly stand firm and was forced to retreat.

Before she could stabilize herself, Xue Muyao had already appeared in front of her and swung the sword down.

Yun Qianxue had no choice but to channel her divine energy into the sword and meet the oncoming attack head-on.

BOOOM!

The ground beneath Yun Qianxue cracked and exploded, creating a massive crater. Yun Qianxue's entire body trembled violently as blood spurted out of her mouth.

Xue Muyao's attack was insanely powerful; if it weren't for her strong body, she would have been reduced to a pile of bones.

Yun Qianxue thought that Xue Muyao would follow through, but Xue Muyao suddenly pulled back. She stood in the air, looking down at her.

"This is your limit," Xue Muyao said calmly. "Once you enter the True God Realm completely, you should be able to confront me head-on."

She had no intention of harming Yun Qianxue. It was also impossible to do so under Yun Lintian's watch.

Yun Qianxue let out a long breath and cupped her fists. "Thank you for giving me a chance."

Xue Muyao smiled and said, "If it were a normal time, I would be happy to invite you to my place. You are definitely the strongest prodigy I have ever seen."

She paused for a moment and turned to Yun Lintian. "Do you want to come forward?"