Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1458: Chapter 1458: The Old God Also Amazed Everyone

At this moment, under the faint golden glow, those dozen Sword Spirit Puppets merged as one with their swords, and the power of that one strike had reached the Sword Saint Realm.

This was clearly not a Combined Attack Skill, but rather a mysterious power inherent in that faint golden glow.

With no time to think, Han Yan tightened her grip on the Cold Sky Sword. If it were the Beast Taming Sword Saint in his prime, Xia Youchen might still be able to withstand this strike, but with his current injuries, he had no strength to resist. And Little Qiongqi, having been resurrected for just over two years, could gain no advantage even with his Innate Ability awakened.

This time, however, before she could act, Ye Lanfeng had already darted forward, swinging the Thousand-breaking Sword.

”Boom!” With a loud bang, a mass of Qi Light wrapped in dust rose to the sky, and the entire earth shook violently.

As the dust gradually scattered, Ye Lanfeng’s upright figure stood there, unharmed.

This result was not surprising, but what was surprising was that those dozen Sword Spirit Puppets on the opposite side had not retreated a single step.

Although a thin stream of blood slowly seeped from the corners of their mouths, such injuries clearly were not life-threatening to them, nor did they affect their combat power.

Ye Lanfeng looked at the Thousand-breaking Sword in his hand, frowning slightly.

Han Yan and the others also felt a slight sinking of heart. They had witnessed the power of Ye Lanfeng’s Thousand-breaking Formation more than once, even the Moon-devouring Nether Prison of the Netherworld Beast Void had been easily dissolved by his Breaking Law Sword, yet it seemed to have no effect on these Sword Spirit Puppets.

The faint golden glow still illuminated them, and the longswords in their hands continued to emit a formidable aura.

”Intruders in the forbidden land, kill without mercy!” The mechanical voice rang out again beside the altar.

A dozen black-cloaked swordsmen stepped out of the ranks, came to the side of those Sword Spirit Puppets, raising their longswords. The wounds on their wrists remained, but there was no more blood flowing.

And their gaze had also turned hollow and expressionless, like those Sword Spirit Puppets.

A chill ran through Han Yan’s heart, realizing that after sacrificing all their blood, they too had become Sword Spirit Puppets.

Instinctively glancing at the altar, she saw everyone simultaneously slashing their wrists, exerting their Qi to force the blood into the Blood Pool, making it clear they would not stop until the last drop of blood was drained. Yet their chanting grew more fervent, increasingly manic.

Their bodies trembled violently, soaked black clothing steamed off in misty waves. Certainly, these people were enduring immense pain, with some collapsing from the agony, yet they never ceased chanting.

In the Blood Pool, bright red blood boiled and bubbled, rapidly condensing into a Blood Pearl the size of a pigeon egg, with golden halos swirling around it.

Suddenly, golden light shot from the Blood Pearl, casting upon the palace doors, forming a complex and intricate rune pattern.

The entire palace began to shake violently.

”It’s the Primordial Contract!” Ye Lanfeng suddenly exclaimed, looking at the golden runes on the palace doors.

As his voice fell, Ye Lanfeng once more attacked those Sword Spirit Puppets.

Han Yan and the others were startled and followed suit.

Though Ye Lanfeng had no time for much explanation, Han Yan and the others felt a strong sense of unease. If their guess was right, there was surely something incredibly terrifying like an Ancient Fierce Beast or Killing Divine Artifact hidden in this palace. The so-called Primordial Contract had to be meant to control this beast or artifact.

Though they had no clue about the black-cloaked figures’ origin or plans, judging by their sinister actions, it was evident that their success would bode ill.

”Boom!” Another loud bang.

This time, Ye Lanfeng unleashed all his strength, shattering several weaker Sword Spirit Puppets, but immediately, several more filled their place.

The palace sent golden beams illuminating them, like golden swords piercing their bodies with countless wounds. Strangely, they did not die but rather felt a surge of potent energy flowing into them with the golden beams.

They trembled violently; though emotionless, they felt no pain nor fear, their bodily instincts persisted. The intense pain drove bloodshot eyes, issuing guttural growls like wounded beasts.

Yet their aura kept rising, and their combined Sword Light grew several degrees stronger.

Nearby, Han Yan and Huayue also simultaneously unleashed sword moves, enhancing their strength to the utmost with the Five Great Magical Instruments. However, when even Ye Lanfeng could not easily slay these Sword Spirit Puppets, how could they possibly achieve it?

For a while, sword energy filled the sky as Han Yan and the others sank into a bitter struggle.

The chants continued to echo within the valley, the palace shook more violently, giant stones tumbling down from cliffs. In the Blood Pool, the Blood Pearl emitting golden light patterns soared and projected dazzling golden light.

On the palace doors, the Primordial Contract golden runes grew ever more brilliant, with endless Heaven and Earth Power converging from all directions.

Judging by the scene, should the Primordial Contract be completed any moment?

”Mother...” Ye Yanran cried out in heartbreaking anguish, crumpling to the ground powerlessly.

Upon the altar, her mother’s life force rapidly drained away. If nothing unexpected occurs, the completion of the Primordial Contract would mark her demise.

Han Yan’s anxiety gripped her, the Cold Sky Sword slashing desperately at the Sword Spirit Puppets barring her way. However, even Ye Lanfeng struggled to break through them temporarily, how could she possibly penetrate their defense?

”This is called the Primordial Contract; so, it’s a Contract Technique after all.” At this moment, Qu Shanling mumbled to himself, appearing like he was sleepwalking.

Of course, nobody cared about his state now, just glad he didn’t rashly charge forward to complicate matters further.

Qu Shanling paced like a sleepwalker, seemingly pondering something deeply, something he was recalling. Suddenly, Qu Shanling halted, laying down hand formations.

”Heavenly Seal Divine Power, Divine Prohibition Technique!” Softly uttering his chant, a Handprint flew forth, directly landing on the rune of the contract at the palace door.

Suddenly, everything went silent, as if the entire world had plunged into an eerie tranquility.