Myth Beyond Heaven - Chapter 2176: Reversal (4)

Mo Lianxing, her body trembling from the exertion, stood tall. Gone was the aura of a desperate fighter; replaced by an aura of chilling stillness, an unyielding presence that defied comprehension. Her eyes, once filled with fear, now glowed with an icy blue light, an echo of the power surging within her.

“Huh?” A gasp escaped Mo Lianxing’s lips as realization dawned upon her. The mysterious entity within her, the source of her newfound power, wasn’t just a source of strength, it was a being with the ability to manipulate time itself!

But before Mo Lianxing could fully comprehend this revelation, she needed to act. With a newfound clarity born of the slowed time, she saw an opening.

Seizing this opportunity, Mo Lianxing channeled the remaining icy energy within her, focusing it onto the Frostmourn Spear. The spear, humming with a renewed intensity, pulsed with a blinding blue light.

In this slowed-down world, Mo Lianxing’s movements appeared fluid and graceful, a stark contrast to the sluggishness that gripped everything else.

With a swiftness that defied the warped perception of time, Mo Lianxing vanished from her position. She reappeared moments later above Yun Lintian.

Shi Xuan, caught off guard by the sudden shift in the flow of time, stood partially transformed, his draconic aura struggling to maintain its hold. He wanted to stop Mo Lianxing but it was too late.

The expressions of Lan Qinghe and the others around Yun Lintian changed drastically. However, their bodies couldn’t move no matter what.

A cruel smile played on Mo Lianxing’s lips. With a surge of power, she thrust the Frostmourn Spear forward, aiming for a vital point on Yun Lintian’s head.

Just as the tip of the spear neared Yun Lintian, a gentle-looking wall of water materialized out of nowhere, completely blocking the spear.

Mo Lianxing’s spear trembled in mid-air, the tip inches away from the shimmering water barrier that had inexplicably materialized. Disbelief contorted her icy features as she stared at the unassuming figure of an old man, who stood calmly beside Yun Lintian, his hand outstretched towards the spear.

This person was none other than Tian He!

Tian He looked at Mo Lianxing calmly and said. “Don’t you think you’ve overstepped your bounds?”

He seemed to speak to the person who lent the power to her.

Shi Xuan, having recovered from the temporary time distortion, gave Tian He a glare. “What took you so long to come here?” he said with dissatisfaction.

Tian He didn’t say anything. With a flick of his wrist, dispersed the remaining distortions of slowed time. The world lurched back into its normal rhythm, the sounds of the clash between the dragons returning in a deafening crescendo.

Tang Wei and the others, their movements no longer restricted by the temporal anomaly, gasped in horror.

Before anyone could react, Tian He’s body shimmered, and with a speed that defied his age, he materialized directly in front of Mo Lianxing. His hand, seemingly devoid of any power, moved with blinding speed, snatching the Frostmourne Spear mere centimeters from its intended target.

Mo Lianxing, her body thrumming with the remnants of the borrowed power, felt a surge of defiance. With a snarl, she surged forward, the Frostmourn Spear once again glowed icy.

This time, however, the icy blue glow emanating from it seemed more controlled, less erratic.

“Foolish woman,” Tian He said, his voice calm yet tinged with an underlying power. “You cannot control this power. It will consume you.”

He raised his free hand, the movement deceptively slow, yet carrying an air of inevitability.

The Frostmourn Spear, pulsating with a chilling blue light, trembled in his grip. The icy energy within it, so recently a raging torrent, began to subside, the spear’s glow dimming with each passing moment.

“No!” Mo Lianxing cried out, her voice laced with desperation. The power she had wielded, the strength that had allowed her to stand against any gods, was slipping away, replaced by a bone-chilling cold that seeped into her very bones.

Shi Xuan observed the scene with a mix of amusement and disdain. Having been captured by Tian He himself, he knew the old man’s power intimately. None of the inheritors of the Primordial Gods could be underestimated, not even Tian He, despite his diminished status.

Tian He, his eyes fixed on Mo Lianxing’s, spoke in a voice that resonated with an ancient wisdom. “This power is not yours to wield and you are destined to fail here.”

“Shut up!” With a feral howl, Mo Lianxing poured the last vestiges of the borrowed power into the Frostmourn Spear.

The weapon, momentarily defying Tian He’s suppression, erupted in a blinding blizzard. Icy tendrils of energy lashed out from the spearhead, each one capable of freezing a lesser cultivator solid in an instant.

But Tian He, his expression unfazed, raised his other hand. A ring of blue light materialized around him, deflecting the icy tendrils with an ethereal hum. The air around him crackled with a power that felt ancient, like the very foundation of the world itself.

Mo Lianxing, her defiance a flicker in the face of Tian He’s overwhelming power, watched in horror as the blizzard she unleashed dissipated harmlessly.

The borrowed strength, once a raging inferno within her, now dwindled to a faint ember. The chilling cold that had replaced it intensified, gnawing at her very life force.

“This stops here.” Tian He spoke calmly.

However, a swirling vortex of grey light suddenly materialized behind Mo Lianxing. It pulsed with an otherworldly energy, a stark contrast to the gentle blue light emanating from Tian He’s hand.

Tian He, his gaze fixed on the vortex, spoke calmly. “Your best chance has gone.”

There was no response from the other side.

A surge of energy erupted from the vortex in the next moment, whipping Mo Lianxing’s weakened body towards it. The vortex then vanished from the spot as abruptly as it appeared, leaving no trace behind.

Tian He stared at the spot where the vortex had vanished for a moment before raising his hand slightly. In that instant, his hand turned black, ravaged by a horrific frostbite.

Shi Xuan, in his human form, came over and said. “Did you let her go on purpose?”

Tian He glanced at him and said. “I couldn’t stop it.”

Shi Xuan was surprised. “Well. You are old after all.”

Thud!

At this moment, Han Bingling fell to her knees and kowtowed towards Tian He. “Senior, please save my man!”

Tian He turned around and waved his hand, bringing Han Bingling up. “I can’t save him… But I know who can.” He said calmly.