Chapter 1808: 1808: The Hidden History

Wen Gaoren stood in the middle, trying to activate the formation. Strange rune lights spun out, but nothing changed around them. Other than that simple formation, there was no sense of any formation aura.

"Could it be that I overthought it? It’s just a coincidence?" Wen Gaoren adjusted the formation again, attempting several times with the same result, speaking with doubt.

Seeing this, the others were a bit disappointed. It was indeed a waste of Meteorite Gold.

"Master Priest, why don’t you give it a try?" Wen Gaoren suggested to Han Yan. After all, the Meteorite Gold was already wasted; giving up like this felt somewhat hard to accept.

"No need, the result would be the same if I tried." Han Yan shook her head and said.

Relying on the endless mysteries contained in the Eight Desolate God Fall, her understanding of formations was indeed stronger than Wen Gaoren’s, but others had spent a lifetime studying formation techniques, and their foundations were much more solid than hers, with experience and insight beyond hers. However, the usage of this simple formation wasn’t much worse than hers.

"Let’s try it anyway; those Meteorite Gold are useless to retrieve," Wen Gaoren insisted.

"Alright, I’ll give it a try." Han Yan thought it over; after all, retrieving the Meteorite Gold was useless, so trying wouldn’t result in any loss.

Standing in the middle of the simple formation, Han Yan performed a series of hand gestures.

The formation reactivated, runes flashing, but the surroundings remained calm, unchanged.

Disappointed expressions appeared on everyone’s faces again. It seemed their guess was wrong; this wasn’t a temple ruin but merely a coincidence.

Han Yan initially had little hope, so wasn’t particularly disappointed and was about to stop the hand gestures. At that moment, a rainbow light beam suddenly shot upwards from her chest.

Heavenly Secret Mirror! Han Yan immediately sensed the unique aura of the Heavenly Secret Mirror.

Han Yan remembered clearly because, including the Heavenly Secret Mirror and the Glazed Glass Holy Robe, several Protective Magical Artifacts were suppressed by the Laws of the Divine Continent. Also, fearing exposure would reveal her identity, she had deliberately hidden the Heavenly Secret Mirror in the Star Plate Space. But now, that light broke through the Star Plate Space’s barriers and appeared directly before her.

A pure and terrifying Nine Heavens Star Power also gathered from the formation underfoot—or more accurately, from what Wen Gaoren called the Array Eye—flowing directly into her Heart Meridian, breaking through the Star Plate Space’s barriers, directly infusing into the Heavenly Secret Mirror.

Han Yan knew this was why the Heavenly Secret Mirror was reactivated.

The seven-colored light fell, transforming everything before her into a dreamlike vision, as if standing amidst a mirage.

A temple stood grandly ahead, towering over four hundred feet high, with over a dozen layers, its massive hall at the base spanning a hundred feet. It was so majestic and magnificent. Compared to Huayu Temple, which held a high status but was not built large, even Feng City Temple seemed insignificant in comparison.

Colorful divine arts intertwined in the sky, like fireworks during a festival, yet the sensation they evoked was profoundly tragic.

Thousands of priests flew up to the sky, battling desperately, continuously releasing divine arts. Bodies of lost vitality plummeted like meteors, and below them, countless temple guards engaged in close combat, each sword flash accompanied by a spray of blood mist.

Though the thunderous cries could not be heard, Han Yan and the others seemed to be experiencing it firsthand, helplessly watching as vibrant lives vanished before their eyes, their hearts filled with indescribable melancholy.

At the very top of the temple, a massive statue stood majestically. He wore black battle armor and draped a priest robe over it. His face was sternly chiseled, cold and unforgiving, as he gazed down at the fighting crowd below, as if watching a group of weak ants.

The eyes of Han Yan and the others instinctively lingered on him. According to what they knew, no temple had a statue like this.

Suddenly, the statue’s eyes opened, looking toward them.

In an instant, Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan felt their entire bodies tremble, cold sweat pouring down. Under the statue’s gaze, they instinctively lowered their heads, feeling an urge to kneel.

Han Yan was even more shocked. She was certain she had never seen such a statue before, yet his gaze felt unbelievably familiar—cold, merciless, filled with a murderous intent.

In her mind, a lightning bolt seemed to streak across.

A heartbreaking pain filled her heart, her soul gradually fading.

"No, you can’t die! You are my only opponent. I must prove that I am the strongest in the world; you cannot die..." The Xingtian Girl abruptly turned her head, revealing extreme shock, resolutely yet firmly proclaiming.

The Aolai Divine Beast, clad in battle armor, charged forth, its anguished roar echoing.

Countless dreamlike images flashed through her mind, chaotic and vague, as if the experiences of countless reincarnations, disordered and unclear, unable to be discerned.

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"Master Priest!" Sikong Qinglan’s voice sounded in her ear, pulling Han Yan’s chaotic thoughts back to reality.

"Is everyone alright?" Han Yan returned to consciousness, realizing that the mirage-like image had completely vanished, and worriedly glanced at the others.

"We’re fine. Just now, what happened? Was it an illusion?" Shen Yuhe asked, still shaken.

Luckily, those images lasted only briefly; otherwise, under the statue’s gaze, she might have already collapsed, perhaps even suffering from severe damage to her Divine Sense.

"Not an illusion; they were real events that happened because the temple formation was so powerful, preserving those images from that time." Wen Gaoren confirmed confidently while curiously watching Han Yan.

No matter how powerful that temple formation was, it was past, now only rubble remains, without any trace of formation aura. The ability to recreate past images evidently showed that they could see this scene because Han Yan possessed some strange treasure. But since Han Yan didn’t voluntarily reveal it, he dared not ask further.

"You mean such a battle really happened in history, that this was truly a temple ruin? But why is there no record, not even any legend?" Sikong Qinglan asked, puzzled.

"Of course, because someone didn’t want future generations to know, erased that part of history, and even forbade leaving any legend." Han Yan said lightly, then reminded again, "Keep everything we saw just now in your hearts and don’t reveal it to anyone."

"Yes, Master Priest." Shen Yuhe and the others felt a chill in their hearts.

The battle they had just witnessed was so tragic, with thousands of priests on both sides fighting, the weakest among them likely Divine Heart Priests, and countless temple guards far too many to count. If the guess was correct, that majestic temple became ruins after the battle.

Such a battle, aside from the current temples, who else could completely cover it up, leaving not even a legend? They clearly understood that if leaked thoughtlessly, not only their lives would be at risk, but those connected with them would also vanish entirely from this world.

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