Chapter 1478: Chapter 1478: So It Was You, So It Was You!
Han Yan was solely focused on her grandmother’s safety, oblivious to Mu Beichen’s calls. Her mind was merged with the Cold Sky Sword, and as the Netherworld Blood Veil approached her, she instinctively swung her sword without dodging.
Seeing this, both Mu Beichen and the Supreme Elder were burning with anxiety. There’s no need to elaborate on Mu Beichen’s concern for Han Yan, but the Supreme Elder, who initially held grudges against her, had a completely changed attitude since she made a remarkable impact at Long Yan Academy, viewing her as the backbone of the Mu Family.
After all, he was advanced in age. Even if he extended his lifespan by breaking through his current limits, there would eventually be an end. The future of the Mu Family still relied on the descendants. Putting aside personal feelings and biases, he realized that, in terms of temperament, wisdom, or natural talent, Han Yan far surpassed other descendants of the Mu Family. How could he just watch her fall like this?
Gritting his teeth, the Supreme Elder and Mu Beichen rushed toward the Netherworld Blood Veil at the same time. Their thoughts were identical. Even if they couldn’t break through the Netherworld Blood Veil, even if it meant sacrificing themselves, they couldn’t allow Han Yan to be harmed.
The other Sword Saints also followed them, as they owed their lives to Han Yan’s prior warning, which allowed them to retreat earlier and save themselves from danger. They couldn’t just stand by and watch.
However, even with their combined efforts and determination, they still couldn’t damage the Netherworld Blood Veil at all.
As the Netherworld Blood Veil drew closer, about to engulf Han Yan, everyone’s expressions changed drastically.
"Swoosh!" Han Yan’s Cold Sky Sword cut through the sky.
With a soft sound, the Netherworld Blood Veil, which no Holy-grade expert could harm, was cleft by Han Yan’s single slash. The red fog transformed into a light drizzle and quickly dissipated in the wind.
Everyone was stunned, Han Yan included.
Power, absolute power!
On her wrist, the broken bracelet emitted a dazzling, glazed color, and that absolute power filled her body once more. Han Yan had always thought that as her strength significantly increased, this absolute power wouldn’t be very useful. In battles with other powerful beings, this power didn’t provide the remarkable advantages it once did, barely aiding her combat capability.
But until now, Han Yan suddenly discovered that the absolute power from the bracelet had another use: it could suppress the Netherworld King’s Divine Artifact!
However, although it was still absolute power, it seemed somewhat different, as if something had been added.
"No, impossible! Even the gods can’t break my Divine Artifact, how can you do it?" A voice full of disbelief came from within the black hole.
Immediately, the blood-colored mist rolled like a tidal wave, releasing Lu Nianxin and the other Sword Saints, and surged toward Han Yan.
"Han Yan, retreat quickly!" Just freed from restraints, Lu Nianxin screamed in shock.
But with the blood-colored mist surging from all directions like a vast net trapping Han Yan in the center, where could she retreat to?
Han Yan remained composed and calm, her eyes filled with unprecedented confidence. Although she could not determine what was added to the absolute power, it felt familiar and dear to her, as if from her bloodline, engraved in her soul. Pride surged in her Heart Sea, making her feel as if she stood above Nine Heavens, and even the fabled Netherworld King, whom even gods couldn’t destroy, had to bow beneath her.
"Star Fall, Eight Desolates!" Han Yan threw all her might into a single towering slash.
In an instant, beams of light, like colorful clouds, filled the sky.
Basking in the multicolored radiance, Han Yan stood proudly amid the clouds. A shield with an ancient design, both exquisite and solid, appeared on her left wrist, emanating colorful rays. Within it lay a wondrous power. The shield hummed softly, causing the entire world to reverberate with a marvelous rhythm.
"Impossible, could it be..." From the dark void, the Netherworld King’s voice echoed again, infused with incredulity and a hint of fear.
Ignoring his words, Han Yan’s sword light scattered, dispersing the red mist into a misty rain that vanished in the wind.
Unnoticed, a suit of Glazed Glass Holy Robe adorned her body, a cape fluttering behind in the breeze, with a hair crown, as exquisite and beautiful as stars and the moon, perched on her forehead, adding heroic grace and charm. The Heart Protecting Ancient Mirror on her chest granted her an air of supernatural tranquility.
Combined with the left shield, the right longsword, Han Yan, in the multicolored light, appeared like a legendary War God descending from above.
Han Yan distinctly felt the connection through the Heavenly Secret Mirror. Her Glazed Glass Holy Robe, Ruyi Hair Crown, and the once-unremarked bracelet were intricately linked. The damages she once couldn’t repair were now mending themselves piece by piece.
Precisely because of this self-repair, the bracelet transformed into a shield, changing the absolute power within in a mystical way, successfully cleaving through the Netherworld King’s Divine Artifact.
If her guess was correct, the Holy Robe, hair crown, bracelet, and Heavenly Secret Mirror were originally a set, with the Heavenly Secret Mirror as the core. Otherwise, such extraordinary occurrences would not have happened after she acquired the Heavenly Secret Mirror.
What thrilled Han Yan the most was that under the world’s mystical rhythm, the Cangxuan Cloud Silk seemed to also integrate, undergoing wondrous changes and significantly boosting its defensive power.
"Indeed, it’s the Netherworld God Blood Shield, it’s you, it’s you!" The Netherworld King suddenly let out a gnashing cry, seemingly loathing Han Yan to the core.
Amidst furious roars, a dark red firelight emerged from the void, and the Netherworld King ignited himself entirely.
"I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!" In a frenzied howl, the Netherworld King leaped out from the dark void.
Fire blazed all over his body, his expression now devoid of the previous apathy and cruelty, contorted with agony and ferocity.
"Watch out!" everyone exclaimed.
They could see the Netherworld King, much like the Netherworld Beasts around the array, had used a strange, more brutal and painful magic akin to a blood sacrifice to forcibly boost his strength, finally breaching the prohibition.
Below, most of the Netherworld Beasts had turned to ash in the raging flames, and even Xu Ming’s figure had grown incredibly ethereal. It seemed that even if the Netherworld King broke the prohibition, his fate would still lead to complete obliteration of body and soul.
"Father, stop, please stop!" Xu Ming cried out in unbearable anguish, confirming their suspicions.
Yet the Netherworld King, as if deaf to him, strode step by step toward Han Yan, wrapped in blazing flames.
