The next person to cheer was Sikong Qinglan, whose face flushed with excitement and who almost fainted on the spot like Ou Dechuan.

Then, it was Wen Gaoren, whose lips were trembling with excitement.

Although Mu Hanyan was determined to obtain the legendary treasure of heaven and earth and had put in a lot of effort, before that, who would dare to believe that she was really capable of defeating the enemy and achieving the final victory.

With Mu Hanyan's ultimate victory, the Flower Rain Temple once again emerged as a powerful force before all the priests. Who could have imagined that just a few months ago, this temple, one of the oldest in the history of the Divine Continent, was on the verge of destruction, vulnerable to bullying and trampling.

Looking at Mu Hanyan's beautiful face and her graceful figure that would rather break than bend, Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe cheered with all their heart, but tears welled up in their eyes involuntarily.

Thunderous cheers also rang out from the audience.

Although this competition was completely different from the previous ones, and in the end, Mu Hanyan won without a fight, and forced the other priests to give up and admit defeat with her absolute strength, but both the battle with Long Wucuo and the battle with Long Aoli brought too much shock and too many aftertastes to everyone.

Even many years later, when they recall these two battles, they still feel deeply proud of having witnessed Mu Hanyan's rise with their own eyes.

"I declare that the final winner of the competition between the various temples in this sacrificial ceremony is the chief priest of the Huayu Temple - Mu Hanyan!" As the old priest took the stage again, the emotions of the crowd below were completely ignited.

As he spoke, the old priest handed a beast egg that was several times larger than a griffin egg to Mu Hanyan.

Beast eggs? Mu Hanyan was a bit surprised. Wasn't it said that this once-in-a-million-years rare treasure wouldn't benefit the priest himself, but would greatly benefit the temple? How could it be a beast egg? You know, most of the eggs that hatched from beast eggs were exotic beasts, even divine beasts. It should only benefit the priest, right?

With doubts in her heart, Mu Hanyan took the beast egg.

Immediately, she realized that she was wrong. This was not an animal egg, but a seed.

Mu Hanyan suspected that she had seen it wrong, and probed her spiritual sense into it to confirm that she was not mistaken. This was indeed a seed. The veins on the surface that looked like patterns and the embryonic buds inside that were full of life were clearly visible.

Mu Hanyan really couldn't imagine what kind of plant's seeds could grow so huge. It was even harder to imagine that this seed had gone through millions of years and still had such strong vitality.

"What kind of seed is this?" Mu Hanyan asked subconsciously.

"You ask me, but who should I ask? In short, you must remember one thing. This seed must not be planted until we return to the Huayu Temple. Otherwise, don't blame me if it gets taken advantage of by the Tianyang Temple." The old priest said with a smile.

It was clear that even though Long Aoli and his son had both suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Mu Hanyan, and had lost face, the old priest held no grudge against her. Perhaps it was because he was too old and had long since lost sight of fame and fortune.

"Will it sprout after being planted?" Mu Hanyan asked again.

After all, it was a seed that had been nurtured for millions of years. She couldn't be careless and it was better to ask clearly.

"It may require a little spiritual power, just like hatching an alien beast's egg, but I'm not too sure. You can try it yourself." said the old priest.

"Thank you very much." Seeing that he didn't know much about this kind of seeds, Mu Hanyan thanked him and didn't ask any further questions.

At first, she thought that this old priest was annoying with his jumping around and nagging, but now that she saw that he did not bear any hostility towards her because of the matter between Long Aoli and his son, Mu Hanyan had a good impression of him.

Amidst the thunderous cheers from the audience, Mu Hanyan walked down the stage, and the ceremony of worshipping the gods ended successfully. At least for Mu Hanyan, this result was the most perfect.

Chu Yang and the others watched Mu Hanyan leave with mixed feelings. At such a young age, yet possessing such strength, Mu Hanyan's future achievements would surely be astonishing. Perhaps, before long, she would become someone they could only look up to. In fact, right now, Mu Hanyan was already a towering figure for them to admire.

Thinking about how they had joined forces to become his enemy, they all regretted it immensely. Fortunately, they withdrew in time and ultimately sided with Mu Hanyan, not succumbing to Ou Mingzhi's instigation. Furthermore, Mu Hanyan had shown some goodwill, so they still had a chance to mend their relationship.

All the chief priests were silent, but they all had the same thought in their minds: How can they show their goodwill to Mu Hanyan so that she can let go of her past grudges?

In the crowd below the stands, a stern-looking man watched Mu Hanyan's receding figure, his gaze growing increasingly serious. He was none other than the master of the demonic dragon from the depths of the wasteland.

"Could it be her?" the man said to himself.

"Who?" The young man who followed him like a shadow asked subconsciously.

"An old friend, and also the only strong rival I have ever had in my life." The man raised his head and said slowly.

That look was so deep, as if it traveled through time and space. Memories from tens of thousands of years ago resurfaced in his heart.

She was still alive. Nine reincarnations, which one was this? This should be the last one.

The man narrowed his eyes, revealing a cold murderous intent.

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After returning to the Gu family, Mu Hanyan just got off the carriage and saw a sneaky figure in the corner. Long Wudang, why did he come here at this time?

At this time, most of the priests in the Tianyang Temple must hate him to the core. Long Wudang actually dared to come and meet him. Isn't he afraid that if the news leaked out, he would be beaten to death by Long Aoli?

"Why are you here?" Mu Hanyan walked forward and asked Long Wudang in a low voice, while carefully looking around. Long Wudang's kind reminder earlier had made her feel somewhat favorable towards him, and she didn't want to hurt him.

She didn't know that Long Wudang didn't want to come, but he had to come. He couldn't feel at ease until he got the antidote. He tossed and turned every night and couldn't fall asleep. He lost a lot of weight. If he didn't come, he would probably die of depression.

Seeing the miserable failure of Long Wucuo's last sword, he suddenly realized that he had guessed wrong. The Chaos Sword had indeed fallen into Mu Hanyan's hands, but even Long Wucuo himself didn't know it. So he felt relieved and hurried to ask for the antidote.

Fortunately, his father and eldest brother were both seriously injured, and the Long family was in chaos. No one would notice him if he left for a while. When he thought of the word "fortunately", Long Wudang felt a little strange. It seemed that he was really a bit unfilial...

"Aren't I here to ask for the antidote?" Long Wucuo looked at Mu Hanyan pitifully.

"What antidote?" Mu Hanyan looked at him puzzledly.