Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1252: Endless Sorrow, Pain, and Longing

Chapter 1252: Chapter 1252: Endless Sorrow, Pain, and Longing

"Brother Feng, take Han Yan and go first," Nangong Jingyuan decisively shouted to Feng Qingyu.

"Alright, good disciple, let’s go!" Feng Qingyu didn’t hesitate at all, quickly retreating and preparing to leave with Han Yan.

Han Yan even doubted whether this sly fatty had been wanting to run away all along, merely refraining from saying so out of pride.

In this critical moment, Han Yan didn’t make any gesture of reluctance. Jiang Yunhe’s target was the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate. As long as she followed Feng Qingyu and fled, they naturally had no reason to fight Gong Hongru and the others to the death.

Feng Qingyu took Han Yan with one hand, using the Wind Control Skill to soar, while his other hand rapidly formed a hand formation. He was the only one who could break this space restriction in such a short time.

"If I let you leave like this, wouldn’t the lifespan of us few old folks over the past century be wasted?" Jiang Yunhe snorted coldly as he clapped his palms together, completing the final hand formation, while the three elder companions made the same motion.

"Roar..." A beast roar that shook the Nine Heavens resounded.

An unparalleled sense of majesty burst out like a volcano. Feng Qingyu, who was rapidly forming the hand formation, suddenly felt his body pause, unable to continue. The Wind Control Skill also lost its effect, causing him and Han Yan to plummet swiftly downwards.

Nangong Jingyuan and Gong Hongru, along with Wenren Qingqiu and others, retreated several steps before they could steady themselves.

The massive Netherworld Prison Lords even lowered their proud heads, trembling all over, showing a look of fear.

The mysterious beast shadow descended from the sky, gradually revealing its true form amidst the fearsome roar.

"Hahahaha, we’re successful, we’ve finally succeeded, this is the most powerful Netherworld Summoning Technique, this is the strongest Netherworld Prison King, let’s see how you contend with it now," Jiang Yunhe laughed out loud. From his tone, it seemed even they weren’t entirely confident in summoning such a formidable Netherworld Beast.

Nangong Jingyuan and Gong Hongru’s expressions turned extremely grave. Jiang Yunhe was right; even they had no confidence in contending with such a powerful Netherworld Beast.

"Brother Feng, we’ll do our best to hold it off. You open the space restriction and take Han Yan away," said Gong Hongru. His expression held a touch of tragic determination, and his words carried a hint of entrusting his legacy.

"I’ll do my best." Even the usually arrogant sly fatty seemed unsure, his solemn expression restoring that dignified presence.

"Do your best. If anything happens to us, Long Yan Academy will be entrusted to you. The dean position was yours to begin with, so it should return to its rightful owner," Nangong Jingyuan said solemnly.

"Got it," Feng Qingyu looked at him and nodded heavily.

Although their words were few, the sense of life and death parting was heart-wrenching.

"Perhaps we don’t need to leave; maybe they’re the ones who should go," suddenly said Han Yan.

"What?" Nangong Jingyuan and the others looked at Han Yan in surprise, as if looking at a delirious child.

Jiang Yunhe and his group also heard Han Yan’s words and gave her a look as if she were a fool.

"Han Yan, are you still daring to speak wildly at this point? This is the strongest Netherworld Beast we summoned with our lifespan through the Blood Sacrifice Technique! For the sake of you saving my daughter before, I’ll give you one last chance: as long as you hand over the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate, I’ll find a way to drive this Netherworld Beast away," said Jiang Yunhe, his heart full of joy at their accomplishment, calming down as he recalled Han Yan’s life-saving act for Jiang Qiling, and his words turned more peaceful.

But from his tone, it seemed he wasn’t entirely sure he could drive away this Netherworld Beast. It’s understandable since they summoned the strongest Netherworld Beast at the cost of their lifespan, and even they found it extremely difficult to drive it away.

"No need to trouble you, I’ll do it myself," Han Yan said, walking towards the so-called strongest Netherworld Beast.

"Han Yan!" Gong Hongru and others exclaimed in unison, shocked.

"Master, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing," Han Yan said calmly.

"My dear disciple, don’t do anything rash. If worse comes to worst, just give them the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate; I’ll get you another one," the fatty said worriedly.

Han Yan rolled her eyes, ignoring him, and directly walked forward.

"Doomed, this time we’re really doomed..." The Taowu lay on the ground, trembling all over and mumbling like a lost soul—oh right, it was indeed just a Beast Soul.

"Han Yan, what are you doing?" Jiang Qiling, whose injuries had improved after taking an Elixir, looked at Han Yan in surprise.

Han Yan smiled faintly, surprisingly approaching the strongest Netherworld Beast and reaching out to touch its head.

"Courting death, she’s courting death!" Jiang Yunhe and others were so shocked by Han Yan’s outrageous actions they trembled in their voices.

"Roar..." The strongest Netherworld Beast roared to the sky, finally fully revealing its true form.

Its majestic and divine figure seemed forged of gold, emanating an aura of majesty and sanctity that made people dare not gaze directly.

"Ah!" Everyone looked astonished; this so-called strongest Netherworld Beast, the king among Netherworld Beasts, was evidently different from those enveloped in a blazing green and crimson flame.

"You remember me, don’t you?" Han Yan’s hand lightly landed on its head.

This was no Netherworld Beast; it was clearly the Aolai Divine Beast. When they parted at the Flying Peak last time, Han Yan thought she might never see it again, yet here they were, reunited so soon.

However, unlike last time, this time as soon as it appeared, even before its true form was fully revealed, Han Yan felt an indescribable sense of closeness, as if their blood was connected.

Of course, as a human, it was impossible for her to have a blood relation with a Divine Beast. The only reason was the Divine Beast Memory deep within her mind. Whether it was the Heart Enlightenment Sword trial during the enrollment selection, her comprehension of the Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword afterward, or the cultivation of various strange and mysterious arts and understanding of various laws, this Divine Beast Memory had been quietly awakening. Otherwise, how could she have mastered alchemy and alchemy along with other magic skills in such a short time?

Perhaps Han Yan hadn’t realized this before, but upon seeing the Aolai Divine Beast again, she immediately understood. Such a sense of kinship, as if blood-related, could not manifest out of nowhere.

"Are you alright?" Han Yan gently stroked the Aolai Divine Beast’s head, speaking softly.

She could feel its endless sorrow, pain, and longing. Remembering the palace it built for its master and its millions of years of waiting, Han Yan felt a pang of sadness.

Logically, with its sealed memory awaiting revival, it shouldn’t have many recollections of its former master. Yet, it constructed such a palace. It’s apparent that its longing for its master was ingrained in its bloodline, imprinted in its soul, almost becoming a life instinct.

Han Yan was moved by it, also feeling a sense of bittersweetness.

Seeing Han Yan’s actions, everyone was dumbfounded: was she really throwing her life away, or had she been scared foolish?