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Myth Beyond Heaven

Yun Lintian, a man from Earth, found himself in a clichéd transmigrated situation and ended up in the Azure World, a magical cultivation-oriented world. Unlike the protagonists in the novels he had read, Yun Lintian lacks any cheating devices to assist him on his journey. Did the God of Transmission forget about it? However, as a crisis unfolds, an ancient power dormant within him suddenly awakens, entangling him in a mysterious destiny... Watch the journey of Yun Lintian in a foreign world as he rises in power ranking alongside his precious all-female sect! ————————————— DISCLAIMER: The protagonist of this novel is exceptionally powerful, resourceful, and mature. If you don't enjoy stories with an overpowered protagonist who frequently use logic from novels he has read to solve the problems he encounters, this novel may not be to your liking. Besides the cultivation adventure, this novel also focuses on romance, comedy, and the bonds between the protagonist and his fellow disciples in the sect. The author is not a native English speaker, so you can expect some grammatical errors in the novel. Please bear with me, and trust me, I am trying to improve it. Everything in this novel is pure fantasy based on the author's imagination. It does not reflect the real world. Hence, readers should not attempt to apply their common sense and logic to this novel. Constructive criticism is always welcome. ————————————— All rights to the cover belong to the original artist.

CloudBeneathMoon · Oriental
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Yun Lintian Is Dead?

The news of Yun Lintian's and Wang Jue's death quickly spread among everyone in the divine city. It was difficult to believe the peerless geniuses of the generation had passed away just like that. Everyone could only sigh in pity and move on. After all, it wasn't the first time that geniuses had fallen.

Naturally, there would be a concerned party. The news of Wang Jue's death didn't actually cause much impact on the Wang clan, but they couldn't simply lose their faces and let this matter go. There must be someone who took responsibility for this, and the Frozen Moon Palace was an obvious target.

In a spacious room, Wang Jun was sitting on a comfortable chair while leisurely sipping a tea. There was no agitation or sadness on his face. It was as though Wang Jue's death didn't matter to him.