Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 873 Peak Battle! [ - 1]

Yan Tingfeng knew clearly why the Supreme Wisdom had sent an envoy to Yunjing.

Whether it was Shenzhou or Ye Wanlan, he couldn’t afford to lose, nor could he allow himself to lose.

Even if he were to die here today, he had to go.

"Wait!" Baili Changkong didn’t have time to say anything more to stop him before Yan Tingfeng had already vanished from the spot.

He hesitated for a second and bit his teeth: "Impulsive! Truly too impulsive! I can’t just sit back and wait for death. I must come up with a surefire plan."

Ye Wanlan was his only disciple, so of course, he couldn’t just watch her get into trouble.

But now the battlefield was on land, and he couldn’t get out of Atlantis. What was he to do?

Baili Changkong couldn’t think it over for long. He had to first locate Lancelot.

At this time, Ye Wanlan had indeed already reached the passageway. She only needed to step inside to enter Atlantis.

But how could she not hear the words the Envoy Futu spoke in mid-air?

Ye Wanlan clenched her hands tightly. Without even having time to think, she turned around and dashed towards the center where lightning was converging.

"Your Highness!" Yue Zheng tapped her toes on the ground, following closely behind her, "Perhaps I should go first, and you should meet with the Tower Master, or else..."

"There’s no time!" Ye Wanlan’s voice suddenly turned severe, "Their target is me. For every second I appear later, something even I cannot control might happen. Saintess, you must know what is most important."

Yue Zheng was suddenly stunned.

How could she not know?

It was precisely because she knew that she spoke those words.

Three hundred years—a time long enough for a dynasty to rise and fall, for a continent to find new vitality.

But Princess Yongning and the Master of Highest Heaven Tower had missed those whole three hundred years.

One mistake after another, error upon error.

Yue Zheng also knew what was truly most important to Ye Wanlan.

It wasn’t herself, but Shenzhou.

She had private motives, but in comparison to the greater love, they were insignificant.

Yue Zheng took a deep breath and followed Ye Wanlan back to Yunjing.

"Vajra Cover... Saintess, please go and assist Xing Yue and the others." Ye Wanlan lifted her head, slightly relaxing, "Make the duration of the Vajra Cover last as long as possible, please!"

"Understood!" Yue Zheng immediately carried out the instruction.

Ye Wanlan stood aloft, and before her were the Three Envoys.

"Here she comes..." Envoy Zhuanlun squinted his eyes, "It’s just a little girl?"

"Don’t underestimate this little girl. She killed Shenxiu." Envoy Futu said coldly, "A hybrid, possessing both the power of the Divine Bloodline and Shenzhou Martial Arts... Humph! Indeed, a prodigy."

No wonder the Cangyuan Great Priest swore such an oath back then.

Lin Jiayan was already a rare genius, and his daughter surpassed him in every way.

Ye Wanlan appeared calm, showing no trace of fear: "Futu, won’t you introduce the two beside you?"

"Such courage." There was a trace of surprise in Envoy Zhuanlun’s eyes as he smiled, "I am the envoy under the Supreme Wisdom, Zhuanlun."

Envoy Guiyi said coldly, "I am the envoy under the Supreme Wisdom, Guiyi."

"Miao Yin didn’t come?" Ye Wanlan remained composed, "It seems she really isn’t a fighter."

The faces of the three envoys grew slightly colder.

Given their status, Ye Wanlan, a mere mortal, was not in a position to judge!

"The daughter of the Prophetic Son, we do not wish to kill more than necessary. Excessive killing bears its own sins." Envoy Guiyi spoke steadily, "Why not end yourself here, and I will imprison your soul, allowing the people of Yunjing to go free? What do you think?"

Before Ye Wanlan could answer, Su Xueqing shouted angrily: "Dream on! Impossible!" freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Even if Miss Ye sacrifices herself, do you really think you’ll spare us?" Xiang Shaoyu sneered, "I doubt it."

It was Ye Wanlan who reunited the fractured Five Great Families. If she died, the families would certainly split again."

"We may be ruthless, but we keep our word." Envoy Zhuanlun smiled slowly, "As long as the daughter of the Prophetic Son dies, then everything else will be settled."

Yue Zheng suddenly said: "Heart Inquiry!"

Penglai Magic, Heart Inquiry Skill!

Unprepared, Envoy Futu blurted out: "Once the daughter of the Prophetic Son is dead, not a single person from the Five Great Families shall be left!"

After he spoke, his expression suddenly turned sour, and his words came through gritted teeth: "Such a Heart Inquiry Skill."

To think even his heart could be read.

"Zhuanlun, Guiyi, there’s no need to waste words with them." Futu’s gaze was icy cold, "First kill the daughter of the Prophetic Son, then slaughter Yunjing!"

The two nodded, their sights fixed on Ye Wanlan.

Ye Wanlan raised her hand, summoning the Divine Sword forged for her by Valenkina.

The glow of gold and silver circulated, and her aura was gradually rising.

"Her power is somewhat unusual." Envoy Zhuanlun frowned, "I even sense a presence akin to our god within her, yet it is but a strand within her power. How peculiar for there to be such a person."

No matter which cultivation system one follows, the purer the power, the greater the potential to reach the pinnacle of the world.

The Beiming Sect split from Mount Penglai in pursuit of the Extreme Path, didn’t it?

But Ye Wanlan’s power contained multiple sources, the Ultimate Yin Power of the Musician of Heavenly Sound, the Ultimate Yang Power of the Divine Strategy Military.

The dominance of the Heavenly Movements Nine Swords and the gentleness of the Taiyi Acupuncture Technique.

Beyond these was the familiar aura they instinctively recognized.

Yet how could Ye Wanlan possess so many varied powers without falling into madness, even perfectly merging them for her own use?

All things are mutually reinforcing and counteracting: water overcomes fire, fire overcomes wood, Yin and Yang neutralize each other...

But Ye Wanlan’s internal powers already counteracted each other; how did she manage it?

Envoy Futu spoke harshly: "Then we’ll kill her and offer her soul to our god!"

Below.

"Young Master Rong Qi, have you calculated anything?" Su Xueqing was anxious, "Do we have any chance of winning today?"

Though the Great Purity Sect lacked much combat power, their divination of the Heavenly Mechanism helped other sects choose the appropriate times to act, and thus—

Rong Qi frowned and continued divining with copper coins.

But something unexpected happened; no matter the method, the coins would immediately fall to the ground and shatter into two pieces in an instant.

Su Xueqing wasn’t well-versed in divination, but as a Taiyi Medical Practitioner, he had some rudimentary knowledge of fortune-telling and feng shui.

He stared dumbly at the scattered pieces of copper on the ground, as if struck by lightning.

This means that...

No divination indicates life; every sign points to a dead end.

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