Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1449: Only She Is Worthy

The ferocious beasts were cornered below the General's mansion, with no path for escape, and fell one after another under a barrage of blades, their gore painting the ground crimson.

Perhaps its pent-up rage had been mostly unleashed, or perhaps it understood that facing Mu Hanyan again meant absolute demise; Xu Ming suddenly uplifted its head, emitted a prolonged howl, then flapped its wings and soared towards the nearby precipice.

Following in its wake, the residual few beasts, their eyes still bloodshot, charged after it with utter madness.

"Rumble..." One ferocious beast after another plummeted from the ten-thousand-zhang cliff; only after an extended period did the muffled impacts of their bodies striking the earth resound upwards.

"Mu Hanyan, I shall return..." Xu Ming cast a final glance at Mu Hanyan before gliding through the valley. Imminently, it dwindled to a minuscule dark speck at the edge of perception and vanished from the face of the world.

The monumental conflict had finally concluded, yet as they gazed into that unfathomable chasm, a profound silence enveloped everyone for a considerable duration.

Evidently, Xu Ming had witnessed Mu Hanyan's Beast Taming Technique and, unwilling to leave her even a solitary exotic beast, had led them all to leap to their deaths from the cliff. This Netherworld Beast exhibited such ruthless and resolute action!

The parting words it uttered still lingered in their minds; it was not difficult to envision the magnitude of disaster that would ensue upon its next arrival.

"We've triumphed, we've won!" After an indeterminate time, the soldiers and common folk garrisoned at Qingyang Pass seemed to emerge from a stupor, their cries of jubilation echoing with overwhelming joy.

No one knew who initiated it, but one by one, soldiers and citizens alike knelt towards Mu Hanyan, tears of profound reverence glistening in their eyes.

Previously, when Beining Pass teetered on the brink, Qingyang Pass had stood by, observing the flames from a safe distance. While this course of action was Dan Tai Xuan's decree and beyond their influence, everyone harbored the conviction that should Qingyang Pass face peril, Beining Pass would certainly offer no aid. Yet, the ultimate outcome had defied all expectations.

Certainly, they were aware of who had made this crucial decision; only she possessed the authority to make such a choice.

"All of you, rise." Mu Hanyan stated with calm composure.

Observing the grievous wounds inflicted upon the injured, the vast pools of blood, and the scattered fragments of limbs across the ground, Mu Hanyan felt no swell of pride at this juncture, only a deep melancholy.

Subconsciously, she glanced towards Ye Yanran. Comprehending her unspoken request, Ye Yanran commenced a soft incantation once more, her hands intricately weaving a sequence of Hand Formations.

"Heavenly Rain, Divine Healing!" Ye Yanran whispered the invocation.

A cascade of golden luminescence emanated from Mu Hanyan's form, descending like gentle raindrops. A wondrous cadence arose between the heavens and the earth, and the vital energy of the Laws surged inwards from every direction.

Bathed in that comforting radiance, the wounds of those who had been bleeding relentlessly quickly ceased their flow; the depleted Qi within them also began a gradual restoration. Qingyang Pass, previously steeped in desolation and tragic magnificence, gradually reclaimed a semblance of life's vigor.

On this occasion, Mu Hanyan distinctly perceived that as Ye Yanran chanted and formed the seals, a latent power within her own bloodline was stirred to life; even the governing Rules of Heaven and Earth seemed drawn to this power, consequently unleashing an effervescent life force.

Ye Yanran had spoken the truth: this potent energy indeed originated from her own being.

Despite being her inherent Divine Ability, she could not freely command it, requiring Ye Yanran's activation instead—a truly perplexing situation. Mu Hanyan shook her head resignedly but couldn't be bothered to dwell on the enigma; she knew extensive contemplation would yield no answers.

Mu Hanyan observed that while this Innate Divine Ability, 'Heavenly Rain Divine Healing,' was remarkably potent, its efficacy varied significantly among individuals. Huayue and the others, who had sustained severe injuries from Xu Ming previously, recovered swiftly under the nourishing influence of the golden raindrops, to the extent that not a single trace of their wounds remained.

However, the recovery rate and degree for the others were markedly inferior. At best, those who were on the brink of death were spared, and the severely wounded ceased bleeding and regained mobility; the complete mending of their injuries would still necessitate the aid of Elixirs and a measure of time.

Could this disparity be attributed to several individuals having undergone a Bloodline Awakening, thus rendering Heavenly Rain Divine Healing far more advantageous to a Guardian of the Gods whose bloodline had been awakened? Mu Hanyan could only formulate this conjecture.

At this precise moment, Mu Hanyan remained unaware that the reality of the situation was far more intricate than her imagination.

"Young Master, you have awakened, you have finally awakened." A cry of delighted surprise erupted from within the crowd.

Amidst the gathering throng, a young man's eyes slowly fluttered open, a haze of confusion clouding his features. His complexion was ashen, utterly drained of life, and shockingly, both his legs had been severed just below the knees. This unfortunate soul was none other than the Changsun Family's esteemed Young Master, Changsun Yi’an.

Changsun Yi’an's gaze drifted downwards, fixating on his own mangled limbs. A flicker of horrifying lucidity pierced his dazed eyes as a high-pitched wail of despair erupted from his throat: "My legs, my legs!"

With a strangled cry, he attempted to rise, only to crash back to the ground with a heavy thud. The ragged wounds at his knees, which had only just begun to staunch their flow, rent open anew, unleashing a fresh torrent of scarlet blood.

"Young Master!" A group of Changsun Family juniors, who had moments before been shedding tears of joy, were now thrown into a state of utter panic. They rushed forward, desperately attempting to hold him down.

Changsun Yi’an thrashed wildly, his body wracked with sobs.

Mu Hanyan observed the scene, a grim shake of her head betraying her assessment. Changsun Yi’an's fate was sealed. With both legs gone, his days as the revered Young Master were irrevocably over.

"Hahahaha, now that Mu Hanyan is dead, those two pieces of trash He Qingzong and Yan Yi are utterly incapable of managing the situation. Fang Zhe brought his demise upon himself and is not even worth mentioning. Beining Pass is destined to fall this time. Our Four Great Families have held firm at Qingyang Pass and will surely be etched into the annals of history! As for the Eight Great Families of the Capital, from this day forward, there shall only be our Four Great Families, hahahaha." Not far away, a sudden outburst of maniacal laughter sliced through the air.

A young man, his left arm severed clean at the shoulder, flourished a tattered folding fan with his right hand as he roared with laughter. He exuded an air of audacious ambition, as if dictating the very destiny of the land. Yet, at this moment, his demeanor appeared utterly grotesque and unsettling.

The surrounding crowd stared at him as if he were utterly unhinged. Mu Hanyan stood demonstrably before them, and Beining Pass remained resolutely unbreached. His nonsensical pronouncements seemed to spring from nowhere.

"Lord Tantai, Brother Changsun, Brother Mo, Brother Song, Brother Qu, today marks a day of immense celebration for us! Come, come, after this cup, there are three more to follow! We shall not leave until we are thoroughly drunk, hahahaha!" Song Yu continued his frenzied laughter. He seized a severed head of an Exotic Beast from beside him, draining its blood as if it were fine wine. Wiping his mouth, he exulted repeatedly with apparent delight, "Excellent wine, excellent wine."

"Ugh..." Though the preceding days of brutal combat had long since desensitized many to the sight of bloodshed, a significant number of individuals still retched, overcome with revulsion.

He had lost his mind—this man had been driven to utter insanity by the ordeal. Gazing upon Song Yu's severed arm and his pitiable, deranged visage, one might have expected a pang of sympathy. However, recalling his earlier declarations, no one could muster even a shred of pity.

Had Beining Pass truly fallen, the entirety of Anyun, and indeed the whole of the Holy Court Continent, would have descended into utter chaos. This event could have served as the catalyst for humanity's complete annihilation. Yet, he concerned himself solely with his own family's trivial interests, utterly disregarding the larger calamity. Such a person hardly deserved to live; his descent into madness was, in truth, a merciful escape.

Following this, soldiers from both passes commenced the grim task of clearing the battlefield and attending to the wounded.