Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1458: The Old God Also Amazed Everyone

Under the dim golden radiance, a dozen Sword Spirit Puppets became one with their swords, unleashing a strike with power reaching the Sword Saint Realm.

This wasn't a synchronized skill, but an intrinsic power from the faint golden glow affecting them.

With no moment to spare for thought, Han Yan clutched the Cold Sky Sword tighter. Faced with this, even if the Beast Taming Sword Saint were in his prime, Xia Youchen would struggle to endure it, and with his current injuries, resistance was impossible. Little Qiongqi, resurrected barely two years prior, couldn't gain an edge even with its Innate Ability active.

However, before Han Yan could make a move, Ye Lanfeng had already surged forward, the Thousand-breaking Sword in his grasp.

"Boom!" A deafening explosion echoed as a mass of Qi Light, swirled with dust, ascended, causing the very ground to tremble violently.

As the dust slowly dissipated, Ye Lanfeng remained standing, his silhouette unwavering, completely unharmed.

While this outcome wasn't entirely astonishing, what truly surprised them was that the dozen Sword Spirit Puppets opposite them hadn't budged an inch.

A thin trickle of blood might have emerged from their mouths, but these wounds were clearly not fatal and exerted no influence on their combat prowess.

Ye Lanfeng surveyed the Thousand-breaking Sword in his hand, his brow furrowing slightly.

Han Yan and the others felt a pang of unease. They had witnessed the formidable might of Ye Lanfeng’s Thousand-breaking Formation numerous times; it had effortlessly unraveled the Moon-devouring Nether Prison of the Netherworld Beast Void with his Breaking Law Sword. Yet, it appeared to have no discernible impact on these Sword Spirit Puppets.

The soft golden luminescence persisted, and the swords they wielded continued to radiate a formidable aura.

"Intruders in the forbidden land shall be slain without mercy!" The unfeeling, mechanical voice resounded once more from beside the altar.

A dozen swordsmen clad in black cloaks emerged from the ranks, approaching the Sword Spirit Puppets and raising their longswords. The incisions on their wrists still marked them, yet no further blood escaped.

Their eyes had become vacant and devoid of expression, mirroring those of the Sword Spirit Puppets.

A shiver coursed through Han Yan as she grasped the grim reality: after expending all their blood, these individuals had transformed into Sword Spirit Puppets themselves.

Her gaze instinctively flickered towards the altar, observing everyone simultaneously severing their wrists, channeling their Qi to funnel blood into the Blood Pool. It was evident they would continue until their last drop of blood was depleted. Meanwhile, their chanting intensified, spiraling into a frenzy.

Their bodies convulsed violently, and the black cloaks they wore emitted misty vapor. Undoubtedly, these individuals were enduring indescribable agony, with some collapsing under the excruciating pain, yet their chanting never ceased.

Within the Blood Pool, crimson blood roiled and bubbled, rapidly coalescing into a Blood Pearl, roughly the size of a pigeon's egg, adorned with swirling golden halos.

Abruptly, golden light erupted from the Blood Pearl, striking the palace doors and etching a complex, intricate rune pattern.

The entire palace began to shudder intensely.

"It's the Primordial Contract!" Ye Lanfeng exclaimed suddenly, his eyes fixed on the golden runes emblazoned on the palace doors.

As his words faded, Ye Lanfeng launched another assault against the Sword Spirit Puppets.

Han Yan and the others, startled, followed his lead.

Though Ye Lanfeng had little time for detailed explanations, Han Yan and her companions felt a profound sense of foreboding. If their intuition held true, something immensely terrifying, such as an Ancient Fierce Beast or a Killing Divine Artifact, lay concealed within this palace. The so-called Primordial Contract was surely intended to subjugate this entity.

While they remained ignorant of the black-cloaked figures' origins or ultimate objectives, their malevolent actions strongly suggested that their success would herald dire consequences.

"Boom!" Another resounding crash.

This time, Ye Lanfeng unleashed his full might, obliterating several lesser Sword Spirit Puppets, only for their numbers to be immediately replenished by new ones.

Golden beams emanated from the palace, striking them like piercing swords, inflicting countless wounds. Improbably, they did not perish but instead felt a surge of potent energy flowing into them with the golden beams.

They convulsed intensely; despite their lack of emotion or pain, their primal instincts remained. The searing agony caused their eyes to redden, prompting guttural growls akin to those of wounded beasts.

Yet, their auras continued to ascend, and their unified Sword Light intensified significantly.

Nearby, Han Yan and Huayue also unleashed sword techniques simultaneously, augmenting their power to its zenith with the assistance of the Five Great Magical Instruments. However, when even Ye Lanfeng struggled to decisively defeat these Sword Spirit Puppets, the prospect of them succeeding seemed remote.

For a time, the sky was alive with the energy of swords as Han Yan and her companions found themselves locked in a desperate struggle.

Within the valley, incantations continued to resonate, causing the palace to tremble with increasing intensity. Rocks and debris began to cascade down from the cliffs. In the Blood Pool, the Blood Pearl, suffused with golden light, ascended and projected a blinding radiance.

On the grand doors of the palace, the golden runes of the Primordial Contract pulsed with enhanced brilliance, drawing power from all directions as the energy of Heaven and Earth converged.

Judging by the unfolding spectacle, was the Primordial Contract on the verge of completion?

"Mother..." Ye Yanran cried out, her voice thick with heartbreak, collapsing to the ground in utter helplessness.

Upon the sacrificial altar, her mother’s life force was rapidly ebbing away. If no unforeseen intervention occurred, the finalization of the Primordial Contract would undoubtedly seal her mother's fate.

Han Yan’s heart was seized by a gnawing anxiety. She swung the Cold Sky Sword with all her might, desperately hacking at the Sword Spirit Puppets that obstructed her path. Yet, if even Ye Lanfeng was finding it challenging to carve a temporary opening, how could she possibly breach their formidable defenses?

"So, this is the Primordial Contract... it truly is a Contract Technique after all," Qu Shanling murmured at this critical juncture, his demeanor as if he were in a trance.

Naturally, no one paid any mind to his current state, content merely that he wasn't impulsively rushing forward and exacerbating the chaotic situation.

Qu Shanling ambled about like a somnambulist, seemingly lost in deep contemplation, recalling something from his past. Abruptly, he stopped, forming a series of hand seals.

"Heavenly Seal Divine Power, Divine Prohibition Technique!" Uttering the incantation softly, a Handprint shot forth, striking directly upon the rune of the contract etched onto the palace door.

Suddenly, an absolute silence descended, as if the entire world had been plunged into an unnerving stillness.