Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1721: Digging, Digging, Digging for Treasures

"No, no, there must be a way, there must be a way to save it," Han Yan said tearfully, unwilling to give up.

From the tone of Ye Yi’an, she also knew that he had no solution, but no matter what, she absolutely refused to watch the Little Auspicious Beast die in front of her.

Why can’t she use her own Innate Divine Ability? Why must she rely on other Guardians of the Gods to trigger it? Why isn’t Ye Yanran here? If she were here, the Little Auspicious Beast would surely escape danger! Han Yan thought helplessly.

Without Ye Yanran, even if she was willing to exhaust her Divine Bloodline at all costs, she still couldn’t save the Little Auspicious Beast.

"The light of God shines upon the Earth, granting life to all things. The Life Hymn sings in the wind, Anunarabodhasanaya, Bhinya Nanana Jheya..." Suddenly, Sikong Qinglan’s low chanting voice came to her ears.

The first part of it, Han Yan could understand, but the latter part was a series of obscure and mysterious notes.

Divine Language! Han Yan immediately reacted; this was the Divine Language. Although thanks to the continuously awakening memory of Aolai, Han Yan had quite an understanding of the Divine Language, she still found it partially comprehensible.

Sikong Qinglan was chanting softly while dancing around the Little Auspicious Beast. Yet, his dance was so erratic, jumping, and strange, just like the chant from his mouth, yet it gave Han Yan a sense of déjà vu.

Shamanic Dance! Han Yan slapped her forehead suddenly, realizing that Sikong Qinglan’s current chant and that bizarre dance resembled so much the shamanic dance from the remote Barbaric Land of the Holy Court Continent, performed by those low-level God-men. Even the serious and solemn expression on his face was astonishingly similar to those low-level God-men.

Could performing a shamanic dance be useful at this time? Han Yan had never believed in those low-level God-men, who could only deceive the frontier of the Barbaric Land and, as far as she knew, apart from swindling money through suggestive psychology, they had no real skill, much less compared to a high-level God-man like Qu Shanling.

But this time, the shamanic dance performed by Sikong Qinglan completely surprised Han Yan.

As his singing and dancing progressed, a faint green halo suddenly emerged around the Little Auspicious Beast. Underneath that halo, the previously desolate and lifeless ashen mountain began to show faint hints of greenness. Han Yan could even clearly see a few blades of grass squeezing through the crevices of stones, gently swaying in the wind, brimming with vitality.

Even more delightful for Han Yan was what followed; under the halo’s embrace, the Little Auspicious Beast’s breath gradually calmed, its vitality no longer dissipating, but circulating within its body. Its color returned to its original soft pink, full of luster, looking unremarkable, simply in sweet slumber.

Sikong Qinglan also stopped at this moment, staggering and almost falling to the ground.

Han Yan quickly extended a hand to support him and only then realized that his forehead was already covered in sweat, and his face had turned pale as paper. Obviously, doing that shamanic dance earlier was no easy task.

"Thank you, Lord Sikong, for your assistance; I, Han Yan, will never forget this kindness." Han Yan gratefully said to Sikong Qinglan.

"Miss Mu, there’s no need to be polite. It’s my honor to do something for a born Divine Priest like you," Sikong Qinglan quickly returned the courtesy, hesitated for a moment, and continued, "I can see that Miss Mu values this sacrificial pet quite highly, but given your stature, taking a pig as a sacrificial pet is indeed..."

He was embarrassed to finish his sentence. For such a dignified born Divine Priest like Han Yan to take a pig as a sacrificial pet, even he felt embarrassed for her.

"Yes, I understand, thank you for the reminder," Han Yan said vaguely.

No matter if Liu Guang is the Kirin Young Master, even if it really is just a little piglet, she would never abandon it.

"The Life Hymn, it’s actually a unique Divine Art of the Huayu Temple, the Life Hymn!" At this moment, Ye Yi’an said in a trembling voice.

Seeing Han Yan’s somewhat puzzled expression, Ye Yi’an explained, "The Life Hymn is one of the oldest Priest Divine Techniques in the Huayu Temple, perhaps even in the entire Divine Continent. It has the effect of bringing the dead back to life, but very few people can learn it throughout history. You are indeed lucky, as is this little one, to have encountered Priest Sikong, who happened to have learned this Divine Technique."

Only then did Han Yan realize how significant the shamanic dance was that Sikong Qinglan had performed and felt an immense relief.

"In fact, I merely learned a bit by chance. I’ve never succeeded before, but seeing Miss Mu so sad today, I disregarded my embarrassment to try once more, and unexpectedly, it worked," Sikong Qinglan said embarrassedly.

Both Han Yan and Ye Yi’an thought he was being modest and didn’t take his words to heart.

Seeing that the Little Auspicious Beast was out of danger and had slipped back into a deep sleep, occasionally letting out sweet snores, Han Yan finally felt at ease. From this unexpected event, Han Yan realized more profoundly the place the Little Auspicious Beast held in her heart and cherished it even more, placing it carefully in her pocket, just like before.

"Hey, what’s this?" Mu Tu exclaimed with surprise, peering into the pit excavated by the Little Auspicious Beast.

Han Yan and the others huddled over, glancing down and showing equal surprise.

Inside the pit was a black stone rock with a sunken area holding a puddle of clear, transparent spring water. The most surprising part was that despite being underground, with soil and stone scattered earlier by the Little Auspicious Beast, the spring water remained pristine and untouched, as if shielded by an invisible barrier.

Little wonder the red fruit, clearly unearthed from the ground earlier, appeared entirely free of dirt, as though freshly washed in the clear spring. Han Yan now understood why.

Peering through the spring water closely, the black stone rock below emitted a mysterious, ancient luster. Han Yan sensitively sensed that the stone was anything but ordinary, likely the cause of the spring’s remarkable peculiarity.

"This stone seems peculiar; let’s dig it out and see." Ling Baobao pursed his lips, his eyes shining eagerly.

Aside from a strong inclination toward gourmet food, this fellow had an extraordinary ability to discern Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, likewise seeing the remarkable quality of that black stone rock.

As the words were said, Ling Baobao rolled up his sleeves and started digging, with Mu Tu stepping forward to help.

Before long, an oval stone slab, about half a person in height, appeared in front of them. Although jet black in color, it remained free from any speck of dirt.

"What is this thing?" Mu Tu asked curiously. The stone slab was oval around its edges, one side concave and the other convex, resembling a large scoop, yet incredibly smooth, seemingly finely polished and carved, contrasting starkly with naturally formed rocks typically found in the wild.