Finger Profound Scripture

Birth, aging, parting, love and hatred entwined—the sufferings of the mortal world were things everyone had to endure. Even the original Duàn Yì, who had never been possessed by a visitor from another world, had never realized just how much pain and resentment his mother, Yán Fāngfēi, carried.

More than anything, there had probably been regret—regret that she could not grow old together with Duàn Yuè, regret that she could not watch Duàn Yì grow into a man, marry, and have children, regret that she could never return to the Moon Worship Palace of her dreams and see the mother she missed...

Over the past several decades, through the turning of seasons, the Yellow Heaven Demon Venerable had suffered setbacks, pain, and trials enough that no second person like him could likely be found beneath the heavens. In terms of unwavering will and strength of spirit, he was surely among the rare few of the age.

Yet Duàn Yì's few simple, unadorned words truly moved his heart, and a trace of tenderness appeared upon his resolute face.

He had loved only one woman in his life, Yán Susu, and had only one daughter, Yán Fāngfēi. Now, Duàn Yì was his sole remaining relative. Naturally, his feelings for him were anything but ordinary.

Their reunion with family was also a recognition of kinship. Though the Yellow Heaven Demon Venerable still had many unanswered questions, he did not intend to press Duàn Yì too hard. Instead, he planned to make amends to this only remaining kinsman of his, saying,

"Yì'er, I see that your true qi is vast, pure, and condensed into a True Core—an unmatched attainment in this age. Continue down this path, and you will naturally reach the pinnacle of qi cultivation.

"Moreover, your physique is mighty, your blood qi