Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 971: Chapter 971: Companionship Across Hundreds of Thousands of Years

Could it be that this piece of Beast Armor was left behind by this Divine Beast? This speculation made Han Yan ecstatic, once again seeing a chance to avert the crisis.

Without a moment to spare, Han Yan took out the armor plate and, as Ye Lanfeng had instructed, injected his Qi into it without reservation.

The originally jet-black, iron-like armor plate emitted a crystalline cold light, giving off a sense of solemnity and respect.

In an instant, all the beast shadows stopped, staring intently at the Beast Armor in Han Yan’s hand.

Though they were merely beast-like phantoms, Han Yan could see the awe in their eyes, a reverence flowing through their blood and bones, even etched deep within their souls. Even though they had long turned to dust, only a sliver of Divine Soul guarded the Nine-Turned Soul Pill, across tens of thousands of years or more, accompanying their once king, yet this reverence had never changed.

Time passed unusually slowly, as they gazed at the armor plate for a long time, then their gaze fell upon Han Yan’s face, as if reminiscing about something, pondering something.

Suddenly, the leading beast shadow raised its head to howl, and behind it, the myriad of beast shadows followed suit.

Though they made no sound, it was as if everyone could hear their long howls in their hearts, so majestic and poignant that it stirred their mental state, making their blood boil.

Then, something unexpected vanished, and all the beast shadows gradually disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

And a light and shadow even more ethereal, more fantastical and indistinct, enveloped Han Yan.

”What is this?” Nian An Yao asked once more.

Everyone glared at him fiercely, hadn’t they seen how hard it was to avert the crisis? Everyone was as quiet as cicadas in winter, not daring to breathe too deeply for fear of accidentally provoking danger again. Yet, he was filled with curiosity, endlessly asking questions—look at his age, did he think he was still a curious child?

”This is the Divine Beast’s memory, and it even contains its Innate Divine Skill before death,” Xia Youchen said gravely, but without anger.

The transmission of a Divine Beast’s memory, he had only read about it in fragments of records about the Spirit Summoning Beast Language, and it was mainly among Divine Beasts themselves. There was no historical precedent of humans achieving this.

The risk involved was even greater than when the myriad of Divine Beast souls appeared earlier.

If things went slightly wrong, Han Yan might scatter his soul on the spot.

His serious expression wasn’t out of concern for Han Yan’s life or death, but as a Beast Tamer, being able to witness this legendary Divine Beast inheritance was a huge opportunity for him, filled with curiosity and anticipation.

”Divine Beast Memory!” The cave fell silent, everyone heard his words, almost exclaiming in unison.

A Divine Beast’s lifespan far exceeds that of humans, living for thousands or tens of thousands of years. Within its memory, who knows how many emotions and encounters with life and death it contains?

To it, these were just fragments of its long life, and with its Divine Beast’s formidable will, it wouldn’t be affected at all.

But when all these memories flood a human’s mind in an instant, it’s an entirely different concept. How can a human’s will compare to that of a Divine Beast? How could they possibly withstand receiving such massive memories and various unfamiliar emotions in an instant?

Zirong and others’ faces changed drastically, instinctively wanting to rush forward, but they stopped in their tracks.

This test of Divine Sense and will was more dangerous than a battle of swords, not to mention they couldn’t help, even Ye Lanfeng would be helpless.

If they rushed forward now, not only would it be futile, but they might also inadvertently disturb Han Yan’s mental state, making a grave mistake.

Meanwhile, the Fifth Prince and the others were beaming with joy. Ha ha, it was indeed the Divine Beast’s memory. No matter how strong or unexpected Han Yan might be, his Divine Sense and will could never compare to that of a Divine Beast, right? How could he possibly withstand the massive memory of a Divine Beast, even if he doesn’t scatter his soul on the spot, he would definitely suffer a major mental state injury, becoming an imbecile would be mild.

One had to say, the Fifth Prince’s imagination was quite rich, inadvertently picturing Han Yan with vacant eyes, drooling with a silly smile, almost about to laugh out loud.

Besides him, Nian An Yao and the newly awakened Qu Fengting couldn’t hide their happiness either. Although this trip to the Ancient Relics was filled with too many surprises, many miseries, and a high cost, being able to see their nemesis Han Yan fall to ruin wasn’t a bad thing and was heartening.

Everyone stared unblinkingly at Han Yan, awaiting the final result.

Gradually, Han Yan’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, pain appearing on his face, and from his tightly clenched teeth and trembling body, it was clear he was enduring immense pain.

Zirong and others gritted their teeth, their hearts in their throats, afraid to disturb Han Yan’s mental state. They dared not utter a single sound, biting their lips and desperately suppressing their inner unease, clenching their fists so hard that their nails pierced their palms, drawing blood, unnoticed.

Meanwhile, the Fifth Prince and others also clenched their fists, struggling to suppress their joy. If not for their injuries and fear of angering Zirong and others and getting a beating, they might be celebrating already.

Ye Lanfeng also gazed deeply at Han Yan, holding Han Yan’s hand, his gaze so focused, so tender.

”Han Yan, I believe in you, don’t let me down,” Ye Lanfeng gently said in a voice only Han Yan could hear.

”Thank you, I didn’t disappoint you.” As everyone watched with different thoughts, Han Yan suddenly opened his eyes, showing a smile full of infinite tenderness.

No problem, Han Yan is actually fine! How could this be?

Looking at the faint smile on Han Yan’s face, not to mention Nian An Yao and the Fifth Prince, even Zirong and others were shocked.

In their imagination, even if Han Yan could get through this, it would certainly be extremely dangerous, paying a hefty price, possibly suffering a serious mental state injury, making it hard to regain his senses.

They had even prepared themselves to leave the Capital after this ordeal, to find strange flowers and herbs to heal Han Yan’s mind, even if it meant traveling to the ends of the earth.

Little did they expect that Han Yan was just fine!

Alright, even if Han Yan’s will was as steadfast as a rock, capable of bearing the Divine Beast’s memory, it would still take time. That Divine Beast lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years, its memories so vast, surely Han Yan would need a few hours to gradually and slowly accept them?

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