"Who... exactly are you?" Han Yan stared into the eyes of the purple-haired man and asked.

"If life and death have reincarnation, always remember my name—Xu Ming!" The purple-haired man slowly drew out a snake-shaped longsword, and blood gushed forth.

Even with the protection of the Heart Protecting Divine Sword, Han Yan’s Heart Meridian still gradually shattered, life force quickly faded, her figure also gradually became ethereal, her consciousness grew muddled.

"My Lord!" Beside her, came the heart-wrenching cries of the Fifth Prince and a group of noble family’s sons.

"Han Yan." From afar, came Ye Lanfeng’s heartbroken shout.

Han Yan felt herself rise into the air, likely struck by Xu Ming’s palm, yet with the meridians all shattered, she could feel no pain, only that her body became so light as if about to fly out from this world, this life’s cycle.

A wave of warmth emanated from her body, Han Yan opened her eyes with difficulty, seeing the tear shine in Ye Lanfeng’s eyes, along with despair and sorrow, also felt the warmth of his embrace.

Han Yan smiled faintly, although vitality continued to fade away, she could even feel herself slowly turning into nothingness, knowing this time, she wouldn’t have the strength to turn things around. But lying in Ye Lanfeng’s embrace, she felt no regret.

Life gradually reached its end, only the last thread of Spiritual Sense remained protected by the Heart Protecting Divine Sword, yet it also fell silent, perhaps waiting for the next reincarnation.

"Han Yan." Ye Lanfeng gently kissed her forehead, the tears in his eyes turned crimson. Boundless sorrow and despair nearly engulfed him completely; at this moment, he heard nothing, saw nothing, only Han Yan’s pale visage in his eyes.

Traces of blood also soaked through his garments. Earlier, he took a palm strike from the mysterious black-clothed man, already seriously injured, and then wounded Xu Ming with one sword, exhausting all his power, as every meridian in his body burst, severely injuring the Qi Sea.

If not for his strength having already reached Sword Saint level, having gone through rebirth, he wouldn’t just be seriously injured, his cultivation would have been utterly ruined.

Yet all this, to him, no longer mattered, as Han Yan’s life force dwindled, his heart also turned ashen, holding no ties to this world anymore.

"My Lord!" All the soldiers and civilians at Beining Pass knelt on the ground, tears pouring forth like springs.

The Fifth Prince, Qu Fengting, Mu Cheng, several elders of the Mu Family branch, Qi Kaiyun, and others also collapsed powerlessly, overcome with grief.

Someone began singing a military elegy, the song so solemn and yet so sorrowful.

In the distance, the black-clothed figure stood atop the clouds, staring intently at the canyon scene, with a slight sigh.

Suddenly, a gentle song arose, light and sweet, like a heavenly melody.

No one understood the language used, nor the meaning of the song, but as it started, all the grief in people’s hearts vanished, washed away by an unprecedented peace and serenity.

Following the sound, a beautiful girl stood on the city wall, lips gently parted, singing softly while making numerous Hand Formations.

It was her! The later arrivals didn’t recognize the girl, but the noble family’s sons who had always accompanied Han Yan knew all too well, and the soldiers and civilians at Beining Pass knew a little about her.

If memory served correctly, the girl named Ye Yanran was Han Yan’s close friend, brought along by her as she fell into deep sleep due to severe injuries. Initially, Mu Chengqi and others had whispered complaints, only silencing them after Mu Chengxuan’s warning.

She awoke, just in time.

No one knew what she sang, yet everyone felt a wondrous and mysterious power swirling around her.

As her Hand Formations concluded, a brilliant white light pierced through the endless night sky, enveloping Han Yan.

In an instant, golden light erupted from Han Yan’s body, her previously ethereal figure becoming clear once again.

At some unknown time, tender grass sprouted beneath her feet, full of life.

Delight shimmered in Huayue and others’ eyes. Clearly, it was the Innate Divine Ability Ye Yanran comprehended in her sleep; though the exact nature was unknown, feeling the flourishing vitality around, and Han Yan’s figure regaining clarity, they vaguely sensed: Han Yan was saved.

Endless vitality returned to Han Yan’s body, reconstructing her flesh, and consciousness revived once more, Han Yan deeply gazed into Ye Lanfeng’s eyes.

"Han Yan, you... you’re alright!" Ye Lanfeng could hardly believe his eyes. Just as Han Yan’s last thread of Spiritual Sense fell silent, even he thought she’d forever be gone.

"I’m alright." Han Yan gave a gentle smile.

Truly, she was alright, as Ye Yanran’s song imbued the mystical, life-filled power throughout her body. All wounds healed in an instant, not excluding meridians, Qi Sea, or Heart Meridian.

Now Han Yan, like a Phoenix Nirvana, gained new life!

A portion of Aolai Divine Beast’s memories opened up, countless chaotic images flashed through her mind.

"From today, you are my Divine Martial Guard, by my blood, grant you rebirth!" In a majestic palace, a mysterious and powerful woman cut her wrist, dripping a drop of golden blood onto a wounded girl’s body.

The golden blood sank into the girl’s body, emitting a faint golden glow, her previously pale, bloodless face immediately regained color, her cold body regained warmth.

"With my life, I serve the Lord, protect the Lord, never leaving through life and death." The girl opened her eyes, fell to her knees before her, with pride and joy written across her face.

All around, resounded with deafening cheers, familiar faces flashed before Han Yan’s eyes, speaking excitedly.

Light and shadow changed, countless bizarre images flashed by, seemingly from another realm’s divine warfare, centered around the strong woman’s entanglements. Sadly, the images were too ethereal, fragmented, Han Yan couldn’t comprehend them.

"Impossible, you clearly died, how could you come back to life, impossible, impossible..." Xu Ming gazed at Han Yan in disbelief, muttered to himself, then suddenly lunged with another strike.

"Be careful!" From afar rushed the soldiers and civilians of Beining Pass, shouting.