Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1871: Cleaning Up These Old Farts

As the final meridian point shimmered and fully opened a complete Hidden Meridian, spiritual energy flowed within it, forming a perfect cycle. Han Yan knew that persisting was just enduring unnecessary pain; in fact, she had already suffered for quite some time. Now, it was time to break through this Domain.

The spiritual energy circulated throughout her body, and Han Yan’s expression no longer showed the previous pain, so composed and confident.

"Eight Desolates, Divine Fall!" Han Yan softly called out again.

A Fire Spear pierced through, the blue and red flames burning fiercely, vaguely exuding a sense of dragon’s might. The deafening roar resembled a dragon’s chant.

At the instant the Fire Spear struck the Domain, the swirling Rune Light and Shadow suddenly came to a halt, simultaneously freezing the universe, time, and space.

However, this momentary pause was fleeting. The next moment, the Rune Light and Shadow suddenly exploded, transforming into dreamlike spots of light. The Domain shattered, causing the entire earth to shudder violently, and the towering temple behind it trembled intensely, echoing with rumbling sounds inside. For priests with some experience, this sound was not unfamiliar; it was clearly the sound of the temple’s formation shattering.

But clearly, the Domain shattering caused damage to the internal formation of the temple. They quickly realized what was going on; evidently, even though Long Aoli had reached the realm of Divine Heart Priest, he couldn’t wield the Wind and Thunder Domain, so he borrowed the power of the temple’s formation. After all, he was the Main Priest of the Heavenly Sun Temple, and he was the only one with such an opportunity.

Arrogantly boasting to let Han Yan have three moves, only to be forced to strike back on the first move, his failure to keep his word as a Master Priest already warranted contempt. In his angry desperation, borrowing the temple’s formation to attempt to put Han Yan to death, this despicable behavior, not even those originally united against Han Yan could tolerate it.

Everyone looked at Long Aoli with disdain and anger, but unfortunately, Long Aoli remained indifferent to their glances. At the instant the Domain shattered, he had already suffered backlash, spewing a mouthful of blood into the sky and fainting. Judging by his pale complexion, he was evidently severely wounded.

Logically, even if the Domain was broken, he should have only had his Divine Sense slightly affected, not suffered such severe injuries. But since he borrowed the temple’s formation power, the powerful energy released as the formation shattered was something he couldn’t endure. He brought this upon himself.

After a while, the earth stopped shaking, and the temple behind also returned to calm. The people on and off the platform finally came to their senses, looking at Han Yan with shock beyond words.

Understanding the secret of Long Aoli’s Domain, everyone was initially angry, and then they realized another question: Han Yan actually broke through the Domain that a legitimate Divine Heart Priest cast using the temple’s formation, so how powerful must she be?

Although no one could determine Han Yan’s exact level of cultivation, everyone could affirm that she had definitely reached the Divine Heart Priest realm, and she was far beyond just being an Initial Divine Heart Priest!

No wonder she immediately challenged Long Aoli after defeating Long Wucuo. She indeed had such confidence.

The priests who had previously conceded and jumped off the Competition Platform to avoid defeat had returned to the crowd, but their faces no longer showed the previous shame. Instead, they appeared somewhat smug.

See, we were thought to be cowardly and undignified for valuing life, but now you see how wise we were, right? Even with Long Aoli’s despicable methods, he couldn’t defeat Han Yan. Wouldn’t we be seeking death if we went up? That’s called being wise, understand?

Looking at it this way, Han Yan’s victory washed their grievances away, restoring their reputation. They no longer had to walk with their tails between their legs. Watching Han Yan stand proudly and calmly on the platform, they felt no hatred but rather immense gratitude.

A few High Priests from the Heavenly Sun Temple finally awoke from their stupor, went on the stage, and carried the unconscious Long Aoli down. From beginning to end, their faces were filled with shame, and they lacked the courage even to look at Han Yan.

Two competitions ended in utter failure for Long Aoli and Long Wucuo, father and son, further disgraced by Long Aoli’s despicable conduct. Even the priests from the Heavenly Sun Temple felt utterly humiliated. Recalling Long Wucuo’s initial troubles and humiliation of Huayu Temple towards Han Yan, they felt even more ridiculed.

With such strength, do you think you are qualified to insult others? It’s self-delusion. You deserve the fate of father and son!

As Long Aoli was carried down, Chu Yanghe and the others each returned to their seats, leaving Han Yan alone on the stage.

"Is there any Master Priest here who wants to challenge me?" Han Yan’s gaze swept across the faces of the Master Priests.

Since she had already flaunted her power to this extent, she might as well continue flaunting. With her strength having advanced to the realm of Divine Heart Priest, she had enough confidence to deploy the Eight Desolate God Fall once or twice more, having the capital to flaunt.

The Master Priests looked at one another, but none spoke up.

Are you kidding? What is Long Aoli’s strength? What is their strength? Long Aoli could use the temple formation to cast the Domain, could they? Even Long Aoli was defeated by Han Yan, wouldn’t they be seeking death if they went up?

By now, they also understood the helplessness in the hearts of the priests who conceded earlier. Facing Han Yan’s arrogance, they didn’t even dare to respond, let alone meet her gaze.

"No one? Then, I’ll choose myself." Han Yan smiled slightly as she spoke.

After challenging each of the twelve priests from various temples, Han Yan actually issued challenges to each of the Master Priests! But this time, no one felt surprised. Han Yan had already proven with her actions that she had the strength and qualification.

No one even felt the slightest resentment towards Han Yan’s arrogance. Without the strength, arrogance is called conceit; with strength, it’s called confidence. Rather than feeling resentment, many young priests felt even more admiration for Han Yan, both excited and thrilled. If it weren’t for the silent old ministers on the stage being Master Priests from various families, someone might have cheered for Han Yan.

"Main Priest Fan, why don’t you go first?" Han Yan’s gaze rested on Main Priest Fan Chengli of Qingning Main Priest.

Fan Chengli suddenly lifted his head, looking at Han Yan with unexpectedly inexplicable sadness.

If the strengths were close, losing was no big deal. Even without Han Yan’s appearance, he would have lost to Long Aoli. But the issue was, he personally witnessed the power of Han Yan’s Divine Arts, and the fate of Long Aoli and Long Wucuo was right before him. Engaging with Han Yan was not just about losing, but potentially not even keeping one’s life.