Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1519: Chapter 1519: The Young Reporting on the Old

”The legend of the gods!” Jian Wuchen’s expression became incredibly solemn. ”Millions of years ago, the Holy Continent was yet to be divided, and the Heaven and Earth Power was a hundredfold, nay, a thousandfold more abundant and pure than that in the current so-called Cultivation Illusion Realm or the Cave Heaven Blessed Land of the Holy Court. It is said that back then, a naturally talented cultivator comprehended the great Dao, surpassing the limits of Sword Dao, shattering the Void to reach another plane.

It was a plane with countless powerful individuals, where everyone was respectfully referred to as gods. Her strength was so overwhelming that even in that plane teeming with gods, the other gods trembled before her and bowed in submission.

Legend has it that before she left the Holy Continent, she condensed three Sword Souls using her own Divine Sense. Whoever obtains one of the Sword Souls she left could potentially comprehend the Heaven and Earth Sword Dao she left behind. Moreover, there is a rumor that her cultivation has transcended reincarnation, and one day, her Divine Bloodline will return to the Holy Continent.

No matter who, if they simultaneously obtain one of her Sword Souls and Divine Blood, they can reshape their meridians, defy fate by altering their natural talent, and no matter how severe the injury, it can heal without treatment. This is the legendary Divine Blood Healing.

The Sword Dao of my Wuchen Sword was comprehended through one of her Sword Souls. If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t be able to harm me. Unfortunately, the one who injured me was the Divine Hall Master, so I knew long ago that even with the strongest healing skills on the Holy Court Continent, the possibility of curing me is minuscule. Only by obtaining her Divine Blood could I be healed.

And that drop of golden blood you just had, is the legendary Divine Blood!”

Jian Wuchen spoke resolutely, leaving no room for doubt. Of course, Han Yan would not doubt him. In reality, she knew more about that mysterious woman who was akin to a deity; she even knew that it wasn’t so much her cultivation that transcended reincarnation, but rather that she was murdered and thus reentered reincarnation.

However, Han Yan did not expect that the woman was originally a cultivator from the Holy Continent and had left behind three Sword Souls on this continent.

”Han Yan, regarding the matter of the Divine Blood, it must be kept from everyone.” Jian Wuchen continued, ”Your bloodline has not fully awakened, and your strength is insufficient for self-preservation. If ill-intentioned individuals learn of this, it will certainly spell trouble for you.”

”Hmm, I will be careful.” Han Yan nodded solemnly.

She used to think she was the only one who knew the secrets of that mysterious woman. Now it seems she left quite a few legends on the Holy Court Continent too. Although the legends are mixed with truth and falsehood, and few people know them, this very ambiguity makes them all the more intimidating.

Jian Wuchen knows that by obtaining both one of the three Sword Souls and the Divine Blood, one can reshape their meridians, defy fate by altering their natural talent, and heal no matter the severity of the injury. However, other people may hear a different version of the legend, perhaps believing that drinking her blood and consuming her flesh grants immortality, enabling instant ascension as a god.

”By the way, the Holy Void Illusion Realm will open soon. It is said that a Sword Soul is also hidden within that realm. Search carefully for it; it might be useful to you,” Jian Wuchen said.

Hearing this, Han Yan’s heart quivered. Now it seems her guess is almost certainly correct; she is one of the reincarnations of that mysterious woman. The Sword Soul holds little significance for her, but it is of great use to Yue Fanchen. Yue Fanchen’s cultivation foundation was utterly destroyed, and relying solely on medical skills and elixirs cannot heal him. Han Yan has never heard of any strange flowers and herbs, Heavenly Materials, or Earthly Treasures being able to restore his foundation. The Sword Soul left by the mysterious woman and her own Divine Blood could precisely help him reshape his foundation.

Subsequently, Jian Wuchen took his leave. Having witnessed Han Yan’s abilities, he knew that arranging a Spirit Gathering Array posed no challenge or risk to her, so naturally, he had no worries.

Others had waited a long time, curious about what Jian Wuchen talked about with her, but they dared not ask too much.

Setting aside Jian Wuchen’s identity, just focusing on Han Yan, her status and standing have soared once again in their minds. As soon as the Array Formation Technique was revealed, even the descendants of the Guardians of the Gods from Xiqin and Beiqi were stunned by her, showing awe and reverence, prostrating in admiration. As fellow Anyun people, they naturally felt proud of her and held her in high esteem.

Soon, Han Yan set up the formation amid the excited gazes of the crowd. Like the Spirit Gathering Array she arranged for Shangyue Country, this array not only doubles the gathering of Heaven and Earth Power but also aids cultivators in better understanding the Heaven and Earth Rules. The young ones with lower cultivation couldn’t yet appreciate its benefits, but those with a bit more strength were all smiling brightly with joy.

In the days that followed, Han Yan and the others stayed at Holy Sword Peak, dedicating themselves to cultivation. As the ancestral training ground before the Holy Master’s succession, the Heaven and Earth Power at Holy Sword Peak was already incredibly abundant and pure. Along with Han Yan’s meticulous arrangement of the Spirit Gathering Array, everyone’s cultivation speed doubled.

As soon as the formation was set, many people immediately broke through their bottlenecks. In the following days, Holy Sword Peak often saw winds and clouds gathering, followed by the echoing cries of someone’s breakthrough excitement.

By comparison, Han Yan and Zhuang Ping’an’s progress was much slower, but this was normal. Having reached their current level of strength, the difficulty of improvement had naturally increased significantly compared to before. The number of cultivators on the Holy Court Continent is countless, yet the number of experts above Sword Saint from all nations combined is little more than a thousand. Many so-called geniuses get stuck at the last threshold of Great Sword Master, unable to take that final step in their lifetime.

In fact, although they have not had a breakthrough, their strength has improved considerably, far beyond their previous speed. Thus, every few days, when they exchanged and sparred, they were infinitely grateful to Han Yan.

Apart from cultivation, Han Yan visited the mountain in the back daily to see Jian Wuchen.

Relying on her Divine Blood Healing, the meridians in Jian Wuchen’s injured right arm that had ailed him for millennia have already regained vitality, healing rapidly. Even Han Yan was secretly amazed by the recovery pace.

As his injuries gradually healed, Jian Wuchen’s mood naturally improved. He imparted his lifelong insights generously, and despite always being injured, his millennial experiences and perspective were incomparable to ordinary people, benefiting Han Yan greatly. Although her strength couldn’t yet break through the Late Stage Great Sword Master, her understanding of the Sword Dao and the honing of her mental state were steadily increasing. Many cultivators remain stuck at the Great Sword Master Realm because they lack similar insights and mental states.

While Han Yan and others were deeply engrossed in cultivation, on Divine Elder Peak, Han Yutang stood pitifully in front of an elder—his master, the last remaining member among the seven Great Elders of Divine Elder Peak—Ao Fangchen.

”Master, you must avenge me. That Han Yan, flaunting some skill, even disregarded you, injured me to such a state, swindled the elixirs I painstakingly saved, and subjected me to utter humiliation,” Han Yutang said with a tearful voice.