Chapter 1237: Chapter 1233: Suffering Recoil

The seemingly ordinary mountain suddenly split open from the middle, creating a massive gap.

From a distance, it looked as if someone had forcefully cleaved the mountain apart with a weapon, creating a passageway.

As soon as the passage opened, a draft blew out from the crack, carrying a faint scent of blood.

Having learned from that unknown man’s words that she was from the Dark Hall, Yun Ran was already prepared for the possibility that she might not be a good person.

Now, facing the reality here, Yun Ran’s heart still sank.

The fact that the draft carried such a scent of blood was enough to prove that much blood had been shed here.

A faint sense of repulsion crept into Yun Ran’s heart, and in her mind, two little figures were fighting.

One was a wicked little figure, shouting, "What’s wrong with being bad?" while the other, a well-behaved figure, said, "One shouldn’t be too ruthless."

In the end, the well-behaved little figure won, and Yun Ran decided to observe the situation quietly first.

When the group entered the mountain valley, Yun Ran glanced at the captives behind her.

Originally, only a faint black aura surrounded these captives. But now, upon entering here, they were enveloped in a deep red aura.

Considering the scent of blood she detected earlier, Yun Ran roughly guessed the captives’ fate.

She immediately whipped her head around, causing the others to instinctively halt, not daring to move rashly.

"Lord Divine Envoy... do you have any orders?"

At this moment, Yun Ran couldn’t recall if she had the ability to divine, but she clearly understood she could see things that were evidently extraordinary.

To confirm her suspicion, she spoke, "These people are still useful; imprison them first. Without the command of this Divine Envoy, no one is to touch them!"

Though others were puzzled, they did not dare to object and obediently complied.

Yun Ran’s gaze remained fixed on the captives.

After she spoke, the thick red aura around them immediately lightened to a pale pink.

Now, Yun Ran was completely convinced she could indeed foresee the impending fortune or disaster upon a person.

Once inside the mountain valley, it took the group nearly half a day to reach their true destination.

Yun Ran stepped out of the carriage and saw a village established within the deep mountains.

The blood scent here was even stronger, yet to the naked eye, the people busy in the village seemed totally unaffected.

Hearing the noise, many people immediately stopped what they were doing to look over.

Upon seeing Yun Ran’s black robe, those who looked over quickly bowed slightly, not daring to gaze directly any longer.

"Greetings, Lord Divine Envoy!"

In unison, they spoke, and Yun Ran could sense the respect in their voice for the Divine Envoy title.

Despite their submissive appearance, Yun Ran had an eerie sensation of being a sheep in a tiger’s lair.

This sensation was abrupt and intense, setting off all Yun Ran’s alarms, but it was too late.

When intense pain surged, Yun Ran’s mind felt as if it had been struck hard, her body swayed violently, and she immediately collapsed.

"Lord Divine Envoy!!!"

With her eyes tightly closed, Yun Ran’s hearing was exceptionally keen. The exclamations made her eardrums feel like they might burst.

"Quick, call a healer over, and everyone else, guard this place!"

A hurried clatter of footsteps sounded, and soon someone carried Yun Ran away.

Yun Ran desperately tried to open her eyes, to tell them she was fine, but despite her utmost effort, she couldn’t lift her eyelids.

In the end, she could only let them carry her away.

Inwardly, she was complaining that this cursed place wasn’t suited for her; otherwise, why would her mind feel like it was struck so hard?

"Healer, please see what’s wrong with Lord Divine Envoy?"

Yun Ran sensed someone slowly approaching her, the person’s somewhat cold hand touched her pulse.

A chill coursed rapidly through her meridians, prompting Yun Ran to subconsciously resist.

Yet at a crucial moment, Yun Ran forcibly suppressed it.

After a long silence, a deep voice finally spoke: "It’s a backlash, indeed impressive to endure for so long before relapsing, no wonder she’s the Divine Envoy."

Not entirely believing these words, Yun Ran acknowledged she was injured, but the current situation clearly wasn’t due to the severity of her injuries.

The healer’s cold fingers left her pulse and continued, "Bring me that Ice Soul Grass I picked earlier that nourishes the soul."

Another rushed footstep faded away, as Yun Ran just began to relax, she was suddenly on high alert again.

A scorching, greedy gaze fell upon her; even with her eyes closed, the sensation persistently lingered.

"Honored Healer, previously the altar faced several tremors. If we use Lord Divine Envoy’s blood to activate it, would it not be..."

The malice in this statement was glaringly obvious; the speaker was clearly fixated on her blood.

Yun Ran almost burst into laughter at her own fury, no wonder she found the village inhabitants displeasing earlier!

Everything pointed out that these people really dared to overstep authority!

The healer was silent for a long time, pondering over something.

"Extracting Lord Divine Envoy’s blood to activate the altar, if discovered by other Divine Emissaries or protectors, all at this altar will die."

"But if we still can’t activate the altar, this year’s blessing from the Heavenly God won’t reach us..."

The person sent to retrieve the Ice Soul Grass returned hastily, and the conversation in the room abruptly ceased.

When the Ice Soul Grass entered the room, Yun Ran immediately felt a drastic drop in the room’s temperature.

A hand moved toward Yun Ran’s face; just when Yun Ran thought they would remove her mask and reveal her true identity...

The hand only slightly lifted the corner, revealing her mouth.

The cold, fragrant Ice Soul Grass was placed in her mouth.

A potent chill spread from Yun Ran’s mouth, down her throat, not only chilling her to the core but surging straight to her head as well.

The sensation of being severely struck in the head dissipated rapidly.

Originally blank and memoryless, her mind, upon this cold jolt, suddenly flashed with many images.

The information in those images was overwhelming, and Yun Ran momentarily couldn’t handle it, leading her to lose consciousness.