Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1664: Chapter 1664: The Unexpected Villain

In an instant, everyone felt the ground sink beneath their feet, and all the Qi in their bodies surged out like a breached flood, even their Divine Thought Power was no exception. Their minds went briefly blank, and even the mysterious power hidden within their bloodlines was drawn out of their bodies.

Everyone was greatly shocked and instinctively tried to activate their Cultivation Technique, but immediately they recalled Mu Hanfeng’s earlier words. The activation of this Array carried its own risk and might damage the very foundation of their bloodlines, so they forcibly stopped themselves.

When the Array had first started, they hadn’t sensed the slightest danger, and had thought they were simply lucky. Only now did they realize that it wasn’t luck—it was that the time had not yet come. Now, the Array had truly and fully activated; now was when the real crisis arrived.

They could only let their Qi, Divine Sense, and even the mysterious power hidden in their bloodlines be drawn away. In midair, the twelve Heavenly Curtain Divine Shadows grew ever clearer. Suddenly, the twelve Heavenly Curtain Divine Shadows shattered simultaneously, and a spray of multicolored radiance scattered out, condensing into a brand-new divine shadow.

Though it was still somewhat illusory and hazy, everyone could still see that this was a woman. That peerlessly beautiful face, that slender figure, all emanated a soul-stirring allure, yet at the same time bore a sacredness and majesty that none dared profane.

They did not know why, but they all felt that this divine shadow seemed strangely familiar.

”Young Master Mu, have you noticed? She actually looks so much like Young Master Mu.” A young man finally realized why she felt so familiar, turned his head to look at Mu Hanyan, and cried out in astonishment.

The others all snapped their heads toward Mu Hanyan; sure enough, this divine shadow actually looked extremely similar to Mu Hanyan.

Mu Hanyan, however, was not overly surprised. The so‑called Guardian of the Gods had originally come to the Holy Continent for her sake. Many of their Innate Divine Abilities were connected to her. Just like that other Ye Yanran and Jiang Qiling from her past life, even their lives had been gifted by her former self, their very blood and Heart Meridians linked. That the twelve divine shadows shattered and merged, producing such a scene, was not strange.

However, the fact that everyone’s Qi and Divine Thought Power—her own included—had been completely extracted, and even the powers hidden in their bloodlines were no exception, still left her with a vague sense that something was wrong. Yet what exactly was wrong, she could not say.

This Array had been set up by Han Feng; it was impossible that he would harm her, right? Mu Hanyan once again thought so, without even realizing that such a thought carried no small measure of self‑comfort.

Everyone knew that this moment was their best chance to obtain Inheritance or to comprehend Sword Intent and Sword Dao, so they hurriedly cast off distracting thoughts and gathered their Mental State.

Mu Hanyan also stopped thinking further, continued to run her Cultivation Technique, and prepared for the final breakthrough.

”It worked. In the end, it has still succeeded...” Just then, a faint voice sounded in midair. Within the sigh was a trace of desolation and ancient sorrow.

”Holy Master!” Seeing that towering figure in the sky, everyone was greatly shocked and instinctively halted.

Why would the Holy Master rush over at this moment? Could it be that there was still some danger? This doubt—and unease—was shared by everyone.

”My congratulations, my lord. In the end, you have still succeeded.” A man wearing a silver mask appeared at his side, his voice tinged with a faint indifference.

Yun Qianmo! Mu Hanyan’s gaze hardened.

That uneasy intuition surged up again. Countless questions flashed through her mind, and in the next instant, all found their answers.

At her side, Ye Lanfeng also gripped his sword hilt suddenly. In his eyes were shock, disbelief, and doubt, but even more so, sorrow.

”Stop, quickly recall your Qi.” Mu Hanyan suddenly raised her head and shouted loudly at everyone.

Although they were filled with doubt, Yue Fanchen, Zhuang Ping’an, and the others were already used to obeying Mu Hanyan without question. They hastily ran their Cultivation Techniques, trying to draw their Qi back, and at the same time to recall their Divine Thought Power and the hidden powers within their bloodlines.

”It’s too late.” Ye Lanfeng said calmly.

Sure enough, no matter how hard they tried, the power that had surged out of their bodies was like water already spilled—impossible to retrieve.

Everyone’s faces changed drastically. They stared at the Holy Master in shock and uncertainty; even those Holy Court Elite were no exception.

”You truly are my most outstanding Disciple, Lan Feng. You are right—it is too late.” The Holy Master said leisurely.

”What is going on? Master, Lan Feng, what are you talking about?” Just like Jiang Yuzhe, Shao Chengxiong, a Martial Arts Fool, reacted half a beat slower even at such a moment. With a face full of confusion, he asked.

”You still don’t understand? All of our efforts, all of our cultivation, will ultimately help Master become the most Peak powerhouse on the Holy Continent. Even the Divine Lord of the Divine Continent will be unable to oppose him, and not even these former Guardians of the Gods will be able to contend with him. We are nothing more than stepping stones for Master’s supreme hegemony.” Ye Lanfeng said faintly, yet in his eyes there was endless desolation.

”What!” Shao Chengxiong was greatly shocked.

Only now did he notice that in the sky, that divine shadow which looked extremely similar to Mu Hanyan was quietly fading away, transforming into streaks of radiance that flowed into the Holy Master’s body. His aura, already towering like a mountain, was still continuously rising.

Seeing this scene, everyone understood. Their power, their Divine Thought Power, even the hidden forces within their bloodlines, were being absorbed and refined by the Holy Master.

They were stupefied, almost unable to believe what they were seeing. The Holy Master, the true ruler of the Holy Court, the embodiment of the dignity and honor of the Sword Dao—how could he do such a thing?

As for Ye Lanfeng, Shao Chengxiong, Dantai Changqing, and the others, their hearts were in even greater turmoil. Beyond shock, there was profound sorrow. From a very young age, they had been taken in as Disciples by the Holy Master. In their hearts, the Holy Master was not only their Master, but also their closest kin and the most revered elder.

For the Holy Master, they would not hesitate to give their lives. They had never imagined that he would actually harm them.

”Why? If you need our strength, our bloodlines, you could have said so openly. We would never have refused. Why do this?” Ye Lanfeng asked in grief and anger. There were three people he cared most about in his heart—aside from Mu Hanyan and Yun Qianmo, the other was the Holy Master.

Though by nature he was detached and his emotions more restrained than others, they were all the more firm and unwavering. This was evident from his friendship with Yun Qianmo, and thus the hurt he suffered now was the greatest.

”Because what I need is not your bloodlines. What I need are these twelve strands of Inheritance. Unfortunately, even with my natural talent, it is impossible to fully possess the Inheritance of these ancient powerhouses.

Only at this moment, only when your bloodlines merge with them, especially when her bloodline appears, can I accomplish it.” As he spoke, the Holy Master’s gaze fell upon Mu Hanyan.