Chapter 1465: Chapter 1465: She Is the Chosen One

Eight steps, seven steps, six steps... getting closer and closer to the Ancient Mirror, Ye Lanfeng’s hand was already on the sword hilt, and Huayue and others’ hearts were in their throats. Although they had just swallowed the Calming Pill, they instinctively felt uneasy because it concerned Mu Hanyan’s safety.

Finally, Mu Hanyan took another step forward, and the dazzling lightning flashed from the Ancient Mirror once again.

Mu Hanyan’s Cold Sky Sword also sprang from its sheath, but just as she was about to strike, she suddenly stopped.

A deep, never-before-felt familiarity surged in her heart. The power contained within the Thunder Pillar was so kind. Although it emanated from the Ancient Mirror, it felt as if it came from her own bloodline.

Countless mysterious secrets, as if numerous mysterious heavenly secrets, were hidden within the Thunder Pillar, waiting for her to explore and discover.

"Be careful!" Seeing Mu Hanyan suddenly halt and even retract her longsword, everyone was shocked. They couldn’t fathom what she was thinking, so Huayue and others instinctively rushed towards Mu Hanyan.

"Don’t take action!" Ye Lanfeng reached out to block them.

He, like Huayue and others, couldn’t decipher the intention behind Mu Hanyan’s actions nor what she was thinking. But judging by Mu Hanyan’s behavior, clearly, it wasn’t accidental but rather a result of deliberation.

If he guessed correctly, she must have discovered or realized something. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have acted this way. Ye Lanfeng chose to trust her choice unreservedly.

Huayue and the others suddenly awoke, realizing Mu Hanyan wasn’t reckless, and she surely had her reasons for acting as she did. Charging forward blindly might ruin her plans, so they stopped their steps, though their hearts were still unsettled.

The enormous Thunder Pillar instantly engulfed Mu Hanyan. Its overwhelming might caused everyone’s hearts to tremble, and for a moment, Huayue and others feared she might vanish before their eyes.

But their fears quickly subsided.

Enveloped in the Thunder Pillar, Mu Hanyan was unharmed. That destructive power didn’t harm her at all.

Everyone turned to Qu Shanling. The destined person his Master mentioned was indeed Mu Hanyan, and his words were not mere rhetoric. They pointed clearly to this day’s event.

For this elusive extraordinary figure, everyone was filled with admiration and longing.

Bathed in the dazzling lightning, Mu Hanyan walked forward step by step. Her movements were not slow, but to outsiders, every step seemed to transcend millennia of reincarnation. Within the Thunder Pillar, time and space seemed completely distorted.

When Mu Hanyan took five steps and stood before the Ancient Mirror, she was only a few feet away from Huayue and others, yet everyone felt an odd illusion of being separated by vast distances and ages.

Mu Hanyan’s feeling was even more peculiar—five steps, just five steps—and her body felt as if it had undergone a baptism of lightning, purging all impurities. Her Qi became incomparably pure, her meridians strengthened manifold, and her heart meridian, already vast as an ocean and superior to ordinary cultivators, grew even more boundless.

Most surprisingly to Mu Hanyan, she felt no pain or discomfort, as if her meridians and heart meridian were originally meant to be this way, and the Thunder Pillar merely restored her to her initial state.

Eventually, Mu Hanyan stopped and reached out to take the Ancient Mirror.

"Buzz" The Ancient Mirror emitted a sound like celestial music, so lively and joyous, as if a lost child had found their long-lost relative.

With that sound, a wondrous rhythm arose between heaven and earth.

Huayue and others felt a shock in their hearts. Their minds instantly plunged into clarity, with countless dream-like scenes swiftly flashing before their eyes—so vivid yet so blurred that they couldn’t see them clearly.

Mu Hanyan’s gaze lingered on the Ancient Mirror, her mental state also drifting into clarity. Fantastical images appeared within the Ancient Mirror, imprinting into her mind.

"No, you can’t die. You’re my only opponent. I must prove to you that I’m the strongest in the world. You can’t die..." In the Ancient Wilderness, the Xingtian Girl half-kneeled before the mysterious woman, shouting with anger and sadness.

However, the mysterious woman’s body had already turned cold, forever losing life.

Indeed, this was the scene of the mysterious woman’s demise due to a sinister plot.

The scene shifted, and another scene appeared.

"Impossible, impossible. With my talent and character, how could I lose control? It’s impossible..." At the Ten Thousand Cliff, a woman shouted skyward with a voice full of unwillingness and indignation.

She seemed no more than twenty-three or twenty-four years old, yet her aura was at the Great Sword Master Peak. Such age, such cultivation, such aptitude was far superior to Mu Hanyan’s past life.

But upon closer examination, Mu Hanyan discovered her aura was chaotic and unsteady, clearly indicating she lost control while attempting to reach Sword Saint.

With that unwilling shout, the woman suddenly self-destructed, turning to dust.

"Hahaha, no matter how extraordinary your aptitude, you still can’t escape our machinations!" A black-clothed elder revealed his figure, laughing recklessly and wildly.

It turned out the woman’s loss of control was not by chance but due to betrayal.

Then the scene changed again.

"Who exactly are you? I have no grudge against you, why do you want me dead?" In the dim night, within the ruins of an ancient relic, a young girl half-sat on the ground, asking with grief.

Several corpses lay beside her, clearly sacrificing their lives to protect the young girl.

A dozen sword masters in blue sword robes surrounded her, each with belligerent expressions. The long swords in their hands were still dripping with blood. Although it was merely a phantom scene, Mu Hanyan could still sense the thick smell of blood in the air.

The girl looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a cultivation likely at third-stage Sword Master. At such age and level, her aptitude was extraordinary. But all those black-clothed people had ninth-rank Sword Master or Great Sword Master strength, which a third-stage Sword Master couldn’t possibly withstand—the girl was clearly doomed.

"Since you are destined to die, why ask so many questions?" A Great Sword Master spoke sinisterly, thrusting the cold longsword into the girl’s heart meridian critically.

The girl let out a tragic scream, her life extinguished, eyes still full of confusion, unwillingness, and resentment.

The arrogant laughter of the blue-robed sword masters slowly faded from Mu Hanyan’s view.

...Scenes flashed rapidly before Mu Hanyan’s eyes.