novelraw Chapter 1011: Ten Million Years Ago, He Called So Passionately Too
Chapter 1011: Ten Million Years Ago, He Called So Passionately Too
"Are you sure?" Hearing Zirong’s words, a slight relief washed over Jiang Yuzhe."I’m sure," Zirong replied.
"You’re not just trying to comfort me, are you?" Jiang Yuzhe asked.
"No," Zirong said with firm assurance.
"That’s good, that’s good. I think the young master will surely turn misfortune into fortune and escape this calamity," Jiang Yuzhe said, as if in prayer.
He had no idea that things were far from as hopeful as Zirong described, and his prayers had no effect at all.
At this moment, Mu Hanyan’s entire divine sense had shattered into pieces, her mind was blank, as if her whole being, her entire soul, had fallen into a bottomless abyss, preserving only a last trace of Spirit Platform Clarity deep within her heart.
Fortunately, the Ancient Divine Sword was guarding her Divine Sea, protecting that last trace of Spirit Platform Clarity. Otherwise, she would have long lost consciousness, becoming a walking corpse.
However, even with the protection of the Ancient Divine Sword, she knew she couldn’t hold on for much longer. She could feel that under the activation of the Divine Sacrifice Forbidden Technique, her Divine Thought Power was burning fiercely like an oil fire. Once that oil fire burned out, she would be forever trapped in infinite darkness, never to awaken again.
If this could save her brother, she would be willing, but she knew that even by recklessly burning her Divine Thought Power, she still couldn’t dispel that Divine Storm.
Countless Divine Storms continued invading Mu Hanfeng’s mind, like sharp longswords ruthlessly slashing at his divine sense.
"Is it really hopeless to return to normalcy?" Trapped in that bottomless abyss, Mu Hanyan thought unwillingly, waves of helplessness rising in her heart.
"Hanyan." At this moment, Ye Lanfeng’s voice reached her ears, so familiar, yet so distant, as if coming from another dimension, spanning countless generations and millions of miles.
Mu Hanyan even had an illusion, as if she had heard the same heartfelt call tens of thousands of lifetimes ago.
Could it be that the depletion of her Divine Thought Power was so severe that it caused hallucinations?
Mu Hanyan knew that her divine sense had already shattered, the last trace of clarity hidden deep within her mind, making it impossible to hear any sound from the outside world.
"Hanyan!" At that moment, the voice resounded once more.
In the boundless darkness, a point of starlight suddenly appeared, like the North Star guiding the way through the vast starry sky.
That is... Ye Lanfeng’s divine sense! Mu Hanyan suddenly realized this wasn’t an illusion but Ye Lanfeng’s divine sense forcefully injected into her mind, trying to awaken her lost spiritual wisdom.
"No, I can’t give up, it’s not the last moment yet, I absolutely cannot give up." Mu Hanyan’s fighting spirit was reignited, the last trace of clarity and wisdom flew outwards.
Mu Hanfeng’s guiding divine sense appeared so distant, like looking up at the stars from the earth, unreachable.
And the boundless darkness also harbored invisible power, like an invisible shackle tightly restraining her, as if to confine her in that endless abyss.
That feeling was like being trapped in a nightmare. Unable to use Qi, unable to perform any Cultivation Technique, relying only on willpower.
Mu Hanyan did not know how long she had flown, or how far she had gone in this endless darkness, unable to perceive time or distance, only feeling the overwhelming weariness surging like tides again and again.
She even had a feeling that despite giving it her all, she hadn’t moved an inch—it was all in vain.
For anyone else, they might have already given up, but not Mu Hanyan.
Because that shining star still hung in the night sky, guiding her way, along with Ye Lanfeng’s heartfelt call.
He was still there, he had not given up, her brother would surely be alright, there was still hope.
Mu Hanyan did not know how much time had passed, it felt as if she traversed millennia, hundreds of thousands, even millions of years. She was surprised that her last trace of lingering wisdom, which was as weak as an oil-lamp almost burned out, had persisted until now.
Countless times, she felt she had exhausted her last bit of Divine Thought Power, that last trace of wisdom would extinguish like an oil-lamp, and she would fall into the dark abyss forever. But each time, she persevered through sheer willpower.
It was as if each time she crossed the threshold of life and death, that tiny bit of wisdom would break through limitations, experiencing rebirth like a Phoenix in Nirvana, opening a door out of the darkness for her.
With each rebirth, that trace of wisdom remained tiny and fragile, but Mu Hanyan’s resolve had grown even stronger.
"Buzz!" An ethereal sound like celestial music echoed in her mind, and the last door in the darkness was violently flung open.
Light returned to Mu Hanyan’s vision, and clarity was restored to her eyes.
Through sheer resolve, she finally broke through the abyss’s darkness, reclaiming the mind lost to sacrifice.
What was once a misty, rainy sky abruptly cleared and washed clean, countless stars appeared across the clear sky, casting crystalline starlight.
Abundant Nine Heavens Star Power astonishingly breached the prohibitions of the Holy Court Continent’s Heaven and Earth Rules and surged towards her like a warm spring, purifying her body and soul.
"Hanyan!" Once again, Ye Lanfeng’s voice resounded in joy and deep affection.
Turning her head, Mu Hanyan saw Ye Lanfeng still in the pose of his flight, and Uncle Yun rushing anxiously towards her, still several yards away.
It turned out that the seemingly endless span of time was actually but a moment.
Mu Hanyan raised the Cold Sky Sword once more, the abundant Nine Heavens Star Power surged into her meridians like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea, brimming with vigor.
An invisible stream of air centered on her, swirling fiercely, forming a massive storm.
In an instant, Mu Hanyan seemed to transcend the constraints of the world, above all worldly restraints, soaring above heaven and earth.
Only by shedding all constraints could she truly command this mighty power.
At some point, her hairband had been swept into the air, her long hair dancing in the wind, her already delicate face becoming even more graceful and captivating.
In that powerful cyclone, the ring used to conceal her identity slipped and fell, her white robe fluttering in the breeze, enveloped in sacred light, as if a Nine Heavens Immortal descended to the mortal realm.
"Boom!" As Mu Hanyan unleashed a sword slash, the sacred radiance washed over the land.
The Forbidden Technique unleashed by Gui Yu Mie’s self-destruction of his Divine Soul was finally shattered by her sword, the formidable Divine Storm vanished instantly.
Heaven and earth returned to tranquility once more.