Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1650: They’re All Mad, Everyone’s Gone Mad

Despite having exhausted their last ounce of strength, everyone’s eyes showed a gleam of ecstasy. If not for being too weak, they would have jumped up and cheered aloud.

At this moment, they were standing on a massive stone platform, less than ten zhang away from the rows of tombstones, the majestic Heavenly Curtain Divine Shadows seemed to stand right before them, gazing down and waiting for them.

"This stone platform is said to have been here since the dawn of time, known as the Heaven and Earth Altar. Although it doesn’t aid much in cultivation, it can neutralize the pressure from the Heavenly Curtain, allowing you to meditate and recover for a while," said Ye Lanfeng as he stepped forward to Mu Hanyan and the others.

After speaking, he added another sentence, "Though the remaining path is only a few zhang away, it is even more perilous, severely testing your Divine Sense. If anyone wants to leave, I can send them out; if you insist on going forward, I cannot save you if danger arises."

Previously, hundreds of Descendants of the Divine Guardian gathered together; he found it unlikely to safely escort them all out. But now that they’ve calmed down, sending them out one by one is not difficult.

Even though Ye Lanfeng spoke indifferently, upon hearing his words, the joy on the faces of Zhuang Ping’an and others disappeared entirely. Even Ye Lanfeng said he couldn’t save them, which speaks volumes about how perilous the next few zhang would be.

Zhuang Ping’an and others exchanged glances and then began to discuss in low voices, occasionally erupting into arguments.

Mu Hanyan merely watched them without intervening. She knew for sure she wouldn’t give up, but regarding others, she had no right to decide their life and death.

"Lord Ye, we’ve decided. We’ve fought hard to get here; we won’t give up." A moment later, Zhuang Ping’an resolutely said to Ye Lanfeng.

Behind him, Yue Fanchen, Sang Qinghe, and others shared the same expression, but the handful of young men had faces showing delight.

Their strength was clearly weaker than that of Zhuang Ping’an and others. The previous argument was not because they wanted to leave but rather because Zhuang Ping’an and others persuaded them to go, which they adamantly refused. Ultimately, they convinced Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe to stay.

"Then please focus on your meditation and recovery." Ye Lanfeng wasn’t one to dilly-dally; seeing their firm decision, he didn’t say much further, taking out some elixirs to distribute among everyone.

"Courting disaster!" Behind them, Shao Chengxiong sneered coldly.

Mu Hanyan and the others knew that the distance ahead meant life or death to them, leaving no mood for bickering with him. They simply ignored him, took the elixir given by Ye Lanfeng, and sat cross-legged to cultivate.

A few hours later, everyone finished meditating and rose once more.

Ye Lanfeng’s elixirs were evidently prepared specifically for their journey to the Heavenly Curtain, with miraculous effects. After just a few hours, everyone had returned to their optimal state, even better than when they had initially entered the Heavenly Curtain.

"Let’s go!" Ye Lanfeng and four Saints led the way down the stone platform, heading towards the ancient tombstones.

Following them were a group of young experts from the Holy Court, and then Mu Hanyan and other Descendants of the Divine Guardian.

"Ah..." As soon as they stepped off the stone platform, their ears were filled with heart-wrenching screams.

Mu Hanyan was startled and turned to look, seeing that the one screaming was a young man from the Western Qin Country, whose expression was now twisted with pain.

But what puzzled Mu Hanyan was that the Heaven and Earth Power around them was serene, almost as if it had stopped, and there was no sense of pressure. Checking his surroundings, there were no enemies, no Exotic Beasts, and not even a scratch on his body. Mu Hanyan instinctively probed with her Divine Sense and found his Qi flowing normally, with no abnormality, yet his pain was inexplicable.

"Heh heh, hahahaha..." As Mu Hanyan prepared to examine further, strange laughter suddenly came from behind.

Another young cultivator appeared excited, waving his arms and laughing loudly as if he’d stumbled upon a windfall. However, there was nothing around him, clearly no treasure to be found. This made his laughter seem even more eerie, sending shivers down one’s spine.

If it were just a few young people, it would be understandable. Yet even Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe were alternating between laughter and cries, shouting angrily or lamenting bitterly.

"Yuru, I haven’t actually told you my real identity is as a Prince of Shangyue. Once I return to Shangyue and help the Emperor and Empress Dowager eliminate the rebels, I will return to marry you. Wait for me; remember to wait for me." Beside her, Yue Fanchen spoke with deep affection, his voice gentle, making Mu Hanyan’s scalp tingle.

"Why didn’t you wait for me, why didn’t you wait for my return, why, why!" But suddenly, he roared in heartbreak, his expression full of pain, unwillingness, and regret, with tears streaming from his eyes.

"Ling Xian, you’ll always be with me, right? We’ll leave Heishi City, find a paradise with clear waters and lush mountains, I’ll farm, you’ll weave clothes, and then we’ll have ten or eight babies... Oh, Ling Xian, don’t die, don’t leave me, you promised to always be together, to have those ten or eight babies with me, don’t!" Zhao Sinin was crying and laughing, then crying bitterly.

Mu Hanyan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. Ten or eight babies, was he treating Fourth Miss Zhao like a broodmare? Suddenly, she felt it was wise of Fourth Miss Zhao not to be with him.

Mad... They’ve all gone mad!

Turning to look at Ye Lanfeng and others, it appeared that not only Zhuang Ping’an and the others, but even some powerful Holy Court Disciples were also showing disorientated expressions, their faces oscillating between laughter and tears. Though not yet mad, they seemed on the brink of folly.

Suddenly, Mu Hanyan’s mind trembled, her brain a momentary blank, then a stream of images surged.

Scenes of slaughter previously seen in illusions, experiences felt from Aolai’s memory, along with other unfamiliar images flooded her mind, all so vivid.

In the past, these visions, though occasionally felt through another identity, were mostly experienced as an observer. This time, however, she was fully immersed, every experience feeling like it was happening to her, as if she’d undergone another reincarnation, reliving the encounters of her past life.

At the same time, experiences from previous and current lives intermingled, making it hard to discern truth from illusion, everything feeling so genuine, with sensations amplified infinitely.

Those mixed emotions of great joy, sorrow, pain, and grief invaded her Mental State, driving her nearly insane, yet entrapped within them, unable to escape.