Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1445: Will She Die in His Arms?
Previously on Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return...
"Who... precisely are you?" Han Yan gazed intently at the purple-haired man, her voice tinged with inquiry.
"If there is reincarnation between life and death, always recall my name—Xu Ming!" The man with purple hair slowly drew a snake-shaped longsword, and blood began to spurt.
Despite the protection offered by the Heart Protecting Divine Sword, Han Yan's Heart Meridian was steadily fracturing. Her life force rapidly ebbed, her form grew indistinct, and her consciousness became clouded.
"My Lord!" came the heart-rending cries from the Fifth Prince and a cluster of noble family scions beside her.
"Han Yan." From a distance, Ye Lanfeng's anguished shout echoed.
Han Yan felt herself ascending, likely propelled by Xu Ming's palm strike. However, with her meridians completely shattered, she felt no pain. Instead, her body felt so unusually light, as if poised to escape the cycle of this world and this life.
A gentle warmth radiated from her body. Han Yan struggled to open her eyes, perceiving the glistening tears in Ye Lanfeng's eyes, mingled with his despair and sorrow. She also felt the comforting warmth of his embrace.
Han Yan offered a faint smile. Although her vitality continued to drain away, and she sensed her slow dissolution into nothingness, she knew that this time, the strength to alter her fate was beyond her. Yet, nestled in Ye Lanfeng's arms, she felt no remorse.
Her life gradually approached its conclusion, with only the final wisp of her Spiritual Sense, safeguarded by the Heart Protecting Divine Sword, remaining. This too, fell silent, perhaps awaiting its turn in the next cycle of reincarnation.
"Han Yan." Ye Lanfeng softly kissed her forehead, the tears in his eyes now tinged with crimson. An immeasurable sorrow and despair threatened to consume him entirely. In that moment, he heard nothing, saw nothing, his vision solely fixated on Han Yan's pale countenance.
Stains of blood also permeated his robes. Earlier, he had endured a palm strike from the mysterious man clad in black, leaving him severely injured. Subsequently, he had wounded Xu Ming with a single sword strike, expending all his remaining power. Every meridian within his body had ruptured, gravely damaging his Qi Sea.
Had his cultivation not already reached the Sword Saint level, and had he not undergone rebirth, the consequences would have been far graver than mere serious injury; his cultivation would have been irrevocably ruined.
Yet, all of this no longer held significance for him. As Han Yan's life force flickered, his heart turned to ash, feeling no further attachment to this world.
"My Lord!" Every soldier and civilian present at Beining Pass knelt on the ground, their tears flowing like springs.
The Fifth Prince, Qu Fengting, Mu Cheng, several elders from the Mu Family branch, Qi Kaiyun, and others also succumbed to their grief, collapsing in despair.
Someone began to chant a military elegy, the melody somber and profoundly sorrowful.
In the distance, a figure cloaked in black stood atop the clouds, observing the unfolding scene in the canyon with a slight sigh.
Suddenly, a gentle melody arose, light and sweet, reminiscent of a celestial tune.
No one present understood the language of the song, nor its meaning. However, as the melody began, all the grief within their hearts dissipated, washed away by an unparalleled sense of peace and tranquility.
Following the ethereal sound, a beautiful maiden appeared on the city wall, her lips slightly parted, softly singing while executing a series of intricate Hand Formations.
It was her! Those who had arrived later did not recognize the girl, but the noble family scions who had always accompanied Han Yan knew her all too well. Moreover, the soldiers and civilians of Beining Pass possessed some awareness of her identity.
If memory served correctly, this girl, named Ye Yanran, was Han Yan's cherished confidante. Han Yan had brought her along when she herself had fallen into a deep slumber due to severe injuries. Initially, Mu Chengqi and the others had voiced hushed complaints, only to be silenced by Mu Chengxuan's stern warning.
She had awakened, precisely at this critical juncture.
No one could decipher her song, yet everyone felt a wondrous and mysterious power swirling around her.
As her Hand Formations reached completion, a brilliant white luminescence pierced through the dark, unending night sky, enveloping Han Yan.
In an instant, golden light emanated from Han Yan's form, her previously ethereal figure solidifying once more.
At some indeterminate moment, tender green grass began to sprout beneath her feet, teeming with vibrant life.
A glimmer of delight sparked in Huayue and the others' eyes. It was evident that this was the Innate Divine Ability Ye Yanran had comprehended during her slumber. Though its precise nature remained elusive, sensing the flourishing vitality in their surroundings and Han Yan's regained clarity, they harbored a distinct impression: Han Yan was saved.
Boundless vitality surged back into Han Yan's body, reconstructing her flesh and reawakening her consciousness. Han Yan gazed deeply into Ye Lanfeng's eyes.
"Han Yan, you... you are unharmed!" Ye Lanfeng could scarcely believe his senses. Just as Han Yan's final thread of Spiritual Sense had fallen into silence, even he had believed her to be irrevocably lost.
"I am well." Han Yan offered a gentle smile.
Indeed, she was perfectly fine, as Ye Yanran’s melody infused her entire being with revitalizing, mystical power. Every injury vanished in a flash, encompassing her meridians, Qi Sea, and Heart Meridian alike. Now, Han Yan was reborn, much like a Phoenix achieving Nirvana! A fragment of the Aolai Divine Beast’s memories surfaced, a whirlwind of chaotic visions assailing her mind. "From this day forward, you shall be my Divine Martial Guard. By my blood, I grant you a new life!" In a grand, imposing palace, a woman of mystery and immense power sliced her own wrist, letting a single drop of golden blood fall upon a wounded girl. The golden ichor absorbed into the girl's form, radiating a subtle golden luminescence. Her formerly pallid, lifeless face instantly bloomed with color, and her chilled body regained its warmth. "With my life, I shall serve you, my Lord, and protect you, never abandoning you through life and death." The girl opened her eyes, dropping to her knees before the woman, her expression etched with pride and overwhelming joy. Around them, earsplitting cheers erupted, and familiar visages flickered before Han Yan’s eyes, their voices filled with animated excitement. Scenes shifted and swirled, countless strange images flashed past, appearing to depict divine battles from another realm, all revolving around the powerful woman’s struggles. Alas, the visions were too ephemeral, too fragmented; Han Yan could not grasp their true meaning. "Impossible! You clearly perished! How can you possibly be alive again? Impossible, utterly impossible..." Xu Ming stared at Han Yan, his voice trembling with disbelief as he muttered to himself, before suddenly charging forward with another furious strike. "Watch out!" From a distance, the soldiers and citizens of Beining Pass surged forward, their urgent cries echoing.