Han Yanâs face turned as pale as paper, and her clothes were drenched with sweat, a faint mist rising around her.
As her Qi and spirit were exhausted, her body and mind grew increasingly weary, with a needle-like stabbing pain constantly emerging in her mind, pushing her spirit repeatedly to the brink of collapse.
That distorted and illusory scene flashed rapidly before her eyes more than once, but each time she tried to capture it, she fell short.
Only at this moment did Han Yan realize how fortunate she had been last time during her battle with Shen Moce and others, that the Mysterious Star Plate, though capable of allowing oneâs divine sense to traverse time, presented thousands of scenes that were as jumbled and elusive as dreams, true yet false, real yet illusory, making it as difficult as reaching the sky to use it to divine fortunes and predict the future.
Last time, she was simply extremely lucky to witness the arrival of several people from the Mo Family, astounding Shen Moce and the others. But this time, she clearly didnât have such good luck.
However, after some thought, she consoled herself, even a Guardian of the Gods like the Star Illusion Thousand Machine, a legendary figure, couldnât unravel the ultimate mysteries of the Star Divination Technique over a lifetime; how could she possibly achieve it in one step?
The stabbing pain in her mind grew more intense, like thousands of fine needles piercing into the depths of her brain. Just as Han Yan was about to give in, almost ready to give up, the scene flashed before her eyes once more. At that moment, the stabbing pain in her mind intensified several times over, nearly causing her to faint on the spot from the agony.
But this time, Han Yan didnât stop like before.
She knew that with her current strength, she couldnât hold on any longer. If she couldnât succeed this time, sheâd have no choice but to give up.
Han Yan bit the tip of her tongue, and as the pain from her tongue came, the stabbing pain in her mind seemed to ease a little, clearing her mind a bit.
Not daring to hesitate, Mu Hanmu seized this final opportunity, gathering her divine sense with all her might to lock onto the image about to vanish from before her eyes.
The swiftly flashing image paused briefly, though the pause was extremely short, merely a fleeting instant, but Han Yan finally saw the content of the scene clearly.
It was a backdrop that seemed familiar; although she couldnât immediately recall who it was, the sense of familiarity meant it had to be someone she knew.
At this thought, Han Yanâs spirit was renewed.
After the brief pause, the image disappeared from before her eyes, and the intense pain surged into her heart like a breaking flood, as if her brain was about to split open.
"Pfft!" Han Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as though all her spirit and strength were drained in an instant, her body tilting, falling toward the ground.
"Young Master Mu!" Mo Qingkuangâs expression changed, as he caught hold of Han Yan and handed her an elixir.
"Senior Mo, thereâs no need to worry; Iâm not seriously harmed." Han Yan barely steadied herself, gently wiping away the blood at the corner of her mouth, and said, "At least I didnât fail the trust; I already have a clue."
"Young Master Mu, donât speak further; focus on using your cultivation technique to absorb the Dan Power." Mo Qingkuang looked at Han Yanâs face, pale as paper, and the blood at the corner of her mouth, feeling deeply moved.
Although Han Yanâs willingness to help was likely tied to family interests, Star Divination Masters defy fate, and heavenly retribution is their greatest fear. Throughout history, theyâve always valued their own lives highly, never forcefully defying the heavens.
Han Yanâs repeated use of the Star Divination Technique, regardless of her own safety, even if related to family interests, was a tremendous kindness to him, moving him deeply.
Han Yan did not insist. Earlier, performing the Divine Martial Refining Soul Technique repeatedly, her Primordial Energy was already heavily depleted. If her cultivation foundation were damaged, it wouldnât be worth the risk. After taking the elixir, she quickly sat cross-legged to regulate her energy and breath.
After more than half an hour, Han Yan stopped the cultivation technique, the stabbing pain in her mind completely vanished. Concentrating Inner Vision revealed no hidden dangers, and only then did she relax.
"Young Master Mu, you mentioned having a clue earlier?" Seeing Han Yan open her eyes, her complexion returned to normal, Mo Qingkuang asked expectantly.
"Yes, Senior Moâs earlier words were indeed correct; thereâs someone in this world capable of resolving the crisis on Mo Yanlin." Han Yan nodded and said, "But my skills are insufficient, and I couldnât predict that personâs true identity yet. However, it depends on human effort, and I believe weâll eventually find this person to resolve Mo Yanlinâs crisis."
"Young Master Mu, is what you say true?" Mo Qingkuang excitedly grabbed Han Yanâs arm.
In truth, given his strength and cultivation, along with centuries of experience, he shouldnât have fully pinned his hopes on Han Yan. Yet, facing the anomaly with Mo Yanlin, he was utterly powerless, hence he treated the dead horse like a living one, seeking out Han Yan.
Initially, he didnât have much hope in Han Yan either, but unexpectedly, Han Yan managed to divine the result he sought, providing him with a pleasant surprise.
"Such matters, how could I speak carelessly? Itâs just that my abilities are limited, and I havenât been able to predict that personâs true identity yet. Let me recuperate for a few days before trying again." Han Yan said.
"No rush, no rush. As long as itâs confirmed thereâs hope for Yan Lin, itâs enough. The Star Divination Technique defies the heavens, so Young Master Mu shouldnât force it, let it follow its course." Mo Qingkuang said with relief.
What he feared most was being powerless to change things, having to watch Mo Yanlin, this unparalleled genius in tens of millennia, perish prematurely. Now, seeing hope, he was rejuvenated.
Understanding that the Star Divination Technique defies the heavens and could invoke heavenly retribution, he didnât dare to push Han Yan excessively.
"Senior Mo neednât worry; Iâll do my best, and if it canât be forced, I wonât force it." Han Yan nodded and said.
The Star Divination Technique is too reliant on chance, or to put it more bluntly, itâs a gamble on luck, so she really couldnât force it, only doing her best and letting fate decide.
"Young Master Mu, today I owe you an immense debt of gratitude for your help." Mo Qingkuang, feeling relieved of a heavy burden, smiled and said.
"If it werenât for Senior Moâs backing earlier, I wouldnât have been able to evade the Supreme Elderâs difficulties, and I even ended up with a great advantage. By rights, I should thank Senior Mo first." Han Yan also smiled and said.
"One matter is one matter." Mo Qingkuang waved his hand and said sternly, "In any case, I owe you a kindness. If you ever need anything in the future, just say the word, Mo Qingkuang will never refuse."
"Then Iâll thank Senior Mo in advance." Han Yan wasnât coy, cupping her hands in a gesture of gratitude, speaking forthrightly.
A supreme master like Mo Qingkuang, the ancestor of the Mo family, with power and status, his favor was not to be refused.
(Picking nose, I wonder if everyone realizes now that Han Yanâs rebirth wasnât by chance nor mere luck.)