Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1482: Chapter 1482: The Origin of the Twelve Saints

The radiance did not last long. It only persisted for several dozen breaths before quietly vanishing. The Earth returned to calm, and the chaotic Heaven and Earth Power also reverted to normal.

However, the mood of the gathered Sword Saint experts remained unsettled for a long time.

”That... seemed to be the North Abyss Misty Plain, right?” After a long while, an old man stared toward the direction where the light had appeared earlier and said with a grave expression.

”What else could it be but the North Abyss Misty Plain.” Another elder spoke with a bitter smile.

The others remained silent, yet did not refute him. Because the Laws on the Holy Court Continent were incomplete, once one reached the Sword Saint Realm, it was extremely difficult to advance any further. Thus, practically all Sword Saints, after consolidating their cultivation, would head to the North Abyss Misty Plain, to comprehend opportunities at the place where the two kinds of Heaven and Earth Rules intersected. If Mu Hanyan in her previous life had not met with an accident just after stepping into the Sword Saint Realm, she would have walked the same path.

Therefore, they were all familiar with the North Abyss Misty Plain. After their brief shock, it was easy for them to determine where that light had actually appeared.

”Holy Master, could it be that the space Seal between the Holy Court Continent and the Divine Continent still cannot be repaired in the end?” After a moment, an old man asked.

Although the Royal Families of various nations had many complaints about what the Holy Court had done over the past hundreds of years, and had long since become allies in name only, secretly on guard against it, the fact remained that the Holy Court had made great contributions to the million years of peace on the Holy Court Continent. Thus they still maintained the respect and deference due to the Holy Master.

”This is precisely the reason I rushed back this time.” The Holy Master gave a wry smile, then continued, ”Although I exhausted all my strength, I could only temporarily slow the rate at which the Seal is shattering, yet I am unable to completely repair it. Situations like the one just now will, I fear, only become more and more frequent in the future.”

Only now did Mu Hanyan understand why the Holy Master had appeared only at this time. It turned out he had gone far to the Beiyuan Fog Origin to repair the space Seal, but judging from the result, it was clearly far from ideal.

”What!” Hearing the Holy Master’s words, everyone’s expression changed drastically.

The reappearance of the Netherworld Prison was originally the prelude to the breaking of the space Seal between the Holy Court Continent and the Divine Continent. Although the Netherworld Prison’s return signified an imminent crisis, in comparison it was still far less severe than the crisis brought about by the shattering of the space Seal.

After all, aside from the Netherworld King, they could still barely cope with the other Netherworld Beasts, and they could also think of ways to reseal the Netherworld Prison. But once the space Seal between the two Continents shattered, none of them would be able to do anything.

After all, that Seal had been laid jointly by the Guardians of the Gods back then. At that time, the Guardians of the Gods were far stronger than today’s cultivators. Not to mention them— even the Descendant of Divine Guardian whose Bloodline Awakening included Mu Hanyan and the others, restricted by the incompleteness of the Heaven and Earth Rules, could never hope to match the Guardians of the Gods of old, no matter how high their achievements.

They had originally thought that with the Holy Master personally going to the North Abyss Misty Plain this time, even if he could not completely repair that Seal, he would at least be able to ensure the Holy Court Continent’s safety for ten thousand years. Who would have thought that just as he returned, that Seal would once again crack, and the chaotic Heaven and Earth Power surging out from the fissure would severely affect even experts like them in the Sword Saint Realm.

”Holy Master, what should we do next? That Seal truly cannot be repaired?” An elder asked.

The others all looked toward the Holy Master at the same time.

”Do you know why the Holy Court has Twelve Saints?” the Holy Master asked.

Everyone looked at the Holy Master in puzzlement, not understanding why he had suddenly brought up the Twelve Saints.

”Back then, although there were many Guardians of the Gods who joined to establish the Seal for the Holy Court Continent, only twelve of them played the core role. When they fell, each of them left behind his own Inheritance. Only those who bear the bloodline of the Guardians of the Gods have the chance to obtain their Inheritance, and only those who obtain their Inheritance can repair the Seal they laid down.” The Holy Master said.

”Doesn’t the Holy Court already have Twelve Saints? Just let them inherit the Inheritances left behind by those twelve Guardians of the Gods, and won’t that solve the problem?” a hot-tempered elder immediately followed up.

”If it were really that simple, why would I have needed to personally make the trip? That Inheritance is just like the bloodline of the Guardians of the Gods— with each generation it is passed down, it becomes thinner. Unfortunately, our Holy Court did not realize this at first. Whenever a Guardian of the Gods passed away, we would immediately seek a new Guardian. By around one hundred thousand years ago, the Inheritance of the Guardians of the Gods had already grown extremely thin.

Realizing something was wrong, the Holy Masters who came later immediately changed strategy. Unless there was truly no other choice, the Inheritance would never be passed on lightly. So in these hundred thousand years and more, the total number of those able to obtain their Inheritance is only three batches, thirty-six people in all. Yet even so, the Inheritance they left behind has still become thin to the extreme, with at most only one final opportunity for succession remaining.

In other words, if these last Twelve Saints cannot reach the strength of those ancient powerhouses, then even if the Seal is temporarily repaired, at most ten thousand years from now, the Holy Court will still be unable to escape the great calamity.” The Holy Master said helplessly.

After listening to him, everyone fell silent. Though they did not know exactly what kind of Inheritance the Guardians of the Gods had left behind, they could guess that it definitely was not as simple as some notes and manuals. It should be some kind of strange magic or a unique Innate Divine Ability that not even those with Bloodline Awakening could comprehend. Otherwise, it would not possess such Divine Power.

Strictly speaking, the strength of those present was already considered the Peak of the Holy Court Continent, yet they were still unable to leave behind such an Inheritance. Once a person died, all their cultivation and techniques vanished like a candle flame snuffed out. Even if they left behind some notes and insights, it would be difficult for later generations to truly grasp them. After all, with strength at this level, everyone had their own Sword Dao comprehension. Let alone mere notes and insights— even if they were taught hand-in-hand, others might not be able to master it.

Unless these last Twelve Saints, after inheriting the Inheritance of those ancient powerhouses, possessed strength comparable to theirs and then continued that Inheritance, otherwise—even if they temporarily repaired the Seal—at most ten thousand years later the Seal would shatter again. Without the Inheritance, even if the descendants also underwent Bloodline Awakening, they would still be unable to escape the great calamity.

Yet how could possessing such strength be easy? Even the Holy Master himself probably did not have that level of power.

It was precisely because of this that he went personally to the North Abyss Misty Plain and did not dare gamble with this final chance.

”This won’t work and that won’t work. We can’t just sit here and wait for death. In my view, we can only let the Twelve Saints give it a try.” Lu Nianxin said.

Mu Hanyan now understood where her own crisp and decisive style of doing things came from—it was inherited from her grandmother. Her grandmother’s words were exactly what lay in her own heart.

If one hesitates and fails to act when decisive action is needed, one is doomed in the end to suffer for it. When there is fundamentally no other choice, only by staking everything in a single gamble can there be hope; otherwise, even the last bit of hope will be lost.