Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2473: Decree



"Ancestor," Lan Bingxue sobbed, her voice filled with a torrent of emotions she had long suppressed. "I... I never thought..."

Lan Hanyu gently embraced her, her warmth enveloping Lan Bingxue, her aura calming the turmoil within the younger woman's heart. "It is alright, child," she soothed, her voice a gentle balm to Lan Bingxue's wounded spirit. "You are not alone. You are home."

Lan Bingxue clung to Lan Hanyu, her tears soaking the older woman's robe. She had never felt such warmth, such acceptance, such unconditional love. It was a sensation that melted the icy barriers she had built around her heart, releasing a flood of emotions she had long

suppressed.

After a moment, Lan Bingxue composed herself, her tears subsiding, her breathing steadying.

"Thank you for accepting me, Ancestor," she said gratefully.

Lan Bingxue took a deep breath and continued, "Ancestor, I have a request. Please stay here, in the Ice Phoenix Kingdom. This place needs a better leader."

Lan Hanyu's expression softened, her heart touched by Lan Bingxue's sincerity. But she knew that her place was not here, in this frozen realm. Her heart belonged to the Primal Chaos, the land she had sworn to protect, the people she had vowed to defend.

"Bingxue," she said gently, her voice filled with regret, "I cannot stay. My home is the Primal Chaos. It is where I belong, where my duty lies."

Lan Bingxue's face fell, her hopes dashed. She understood Lan Hanyu's sense of duty, her unwavering commitment to her homeland. But she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

Lan Hanyu, sensing her sadness, gently cupped Lan Bingxue's face in her hands, her gaze filled with warmth and compassion. "I cannot stay here and wait for disaster to happen," she explained softly. "I must return to the Primal Chaos, to stand guard, to protect it from the forces that seek to destroy it. But I will not abandon you, Bingxue. I will always be with you, in spirit."

Lan Bingxue's tears welled up once more, but this time, they were tears of gratitude and understanding. She nodded, her voice thick with emotion. "I understand, Ancestor. Thank

you."

Lan Hanyu smiled, her heart filled with bittersweet joy. She had found a part of herself in this unexpected descendant, a connection that transcended the circumstances of their birth.

"Can you tell me more about the Haven?" she asked softly.

"Of course, Ancestor," Lan Bingxue replied, her voice filled with respect.

She paused, gathering her thoughts, then began to explain the enigmatic Haven of Chaos. "The Haven is a sanctuary shrouded in mystery. It is said to be a realm of unparalleled peace and tranquility, a haven from the chaos that permeates the rest of our world."

Lan Bingxue's eyes took on a distant look, reflecting the legends and whispers she had heard throughout her long existence. "It is a place where the laws of universe are more stable, where the chaotic energy cannot penetrate, where the very air is imbued with a healing essence."

Lan Bingxue's gaze returned to Lan Hanyu, her expression earnest. "But the Haven is not a place that can be easily reached, Ancestor. It is guarded by powerful barriers, both physical and spiritual, and only those deemed worthy are granted access."

She explained the stringent requirements for entry. "To enter the Haven, one must first obtain the approval of at least three regents. Each regent holds a fragment of a key, and only when these fragments are combined can the barriers to the Haven be unlocked."

"But even with the approval of the regents, entry is not guaranteed. There is a trial, a test of one's strength, character, and worthiness. Only those who pass this trial are granted access to the Haven's secrets."

She paused, her eyes filled with a hint of awe. "Unless one receives a direct decree from the Lord of Chaos himself, ordinary individuals can only dream of setting foot in the Haven."

Lan Hanyu listened intently, her mind absorbing the information, her heart filled with a mix of curiosity and determination.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Lan Bingxue took a deep look at her and said. "Of course, Yun Lintian should be different. There's a high chance of him entering the Haven without any obstacles."

Lan Hangyu nodded slowly. "Have you ever sent your disciple to the Haven?"

"Yes," Lan Bingxue responded. "But none of them have returned. They have completely lost contact with me."

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Lan Bingxue sensed something and looked toward the entrance.

A man dressed in white walked in with a stoic expression. In his hand, he held a golden scroll. He was the Envoy of Haven.

The Envoy, his white robes rippling with otherworldly grace, strode into the hall with an air of quiet authority. His face, framed by raven hair, was etched with aloofness that bordered on disdain, his eyes, like chips of obsidian, holding a depth that seemed to peer into the very souls of those he observed.

He stopped before Lan Hanyu and Lan Bingxue, his gaze sweeping over them with an almost imperceptible flicker of surprise. With a stiff inclination of his head, he unfurled the golden scroll, its surface shimmering with an intricate tapestry of swirling symbols that seemed to writhe and shift.

"By the decree of the Lord of Chaos," he announced, his voice resonating with a power that belied his slender frame, "the Abyssal Convention shall commence in three months' time."

Lan Bingxue's brow furrowed. "The Abyssal Convention?" she echoed, confusion in her voice. "But it's not due for another decade, at least."

The Envoy's expression remained unchanged, his voice as impassive as ever. "The Lord of Chaos wills it," he stated simply, as if that explained everything.

Lan Bingxue, however, was not one to be easily dismissed. "I demand an explanation," she pressed, her voice laced with the authority of her position. "This sudden change disrupts the preparations of every kingdom. There must be a reason."

The Envoy's eyes flickered with annoyance, but he remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin

line.

"Take it." He threw the golden scroll to Lan Bingxue and strode out.

Lan Bingxue frowned deeply as she looked at the golden scroll.

"What is the Abyssal Convention?" Lan Hanyu asked as the Envoy left.

"The Convention is held once a decade to allow the younger generation to test their strength and explore the Abyssal Rift," Lan Bingxue said. "Those who perform well have a chance to enter the Haven."