Too Lazy to Name This Lately

"Alright then, I'll lend you a hand."

After saying this, the old man waved his hand and sent Yang Tianyou into the Heavenly Court.

Outside the South Heaven Gate, golden light tore through the sky, and a mortal figure stumbled through the clouds and crashed heavily to the ground.

Ignoring the excruciating pain that felt like his bones were about to break, Yang Tianyou struggled to his feet.

Jade palaces and pavilions float above the sea of clouds, cranes soar and gather, and auspicious clouds abound.

Yang Tianyou's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, which was surrounded by countless Heavenly Soldiers and Generals. He shouted hoarsely, "Yao Ji! Yao Ji!"

His voice, in this vast Heavenly Court, was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

However, no one paid any attention.

The heavenly soldiers had cold, indifferent eyes and solemn expressions, as if he were merely an ant that had intruded into the palace.

Just then, a grand voice rang out from inside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, resounding throughout the heavens.

"The fairy Yao Ji, as the sister of the Heavenly Emperor, disregarded the Heavenly Rules and had an affair with a mortal. Her sins are grave, but considering her past merits, she will be punished leniently."

I hereby declare in public: He is stripped of all his Immortal Power, stripped of his Immortal Status, and imprisoned beneath Peach Mountain, never to set foot there again!

Anyone, whether immortal, human, demon, or monster, who attempts to rescue her without authorization will be punished the same as Yao Ji, their soul and spirit annihilated, as a warning to others!

Upon hearing this, Yang Tianyou froze, his mind went blank, and only the six words "never to set foot outside" echoed wildly in his mind.

No! That's impossible!

He charged toward the Lingxiao Treasure Hall like a madman, only to be blocked by two golden-armored heavenly generals whose halberds were crossed, the cold glint of the halberd tips almost touching his throat.

"Let me in! I want to see the Jade Emperor!"

Yang Tianyou's knees buckled, and he cried out, "Your Majesty! Although Yao Ji has violated the Heavenly Rules, she has a heart full of love for all living beings. I beg Your Majesty to show leniency and forgive her this time, considering her contributions to the world!"

The hall was deathly silent for a moment, then a majestic voice rang out again.

"How dare a mere mortal presume to comment on the Heavenly Court's rulings?"

Before the words were finished, an irresistible, immense force swept out from inside the hall.

Yang Tianyou felt as if he had been struck by an invisible mountain, his body flying uncontrollably backward, passing through layers of clouds, and falling towards the mortal world like a kite with a broken string.

In the last moment before his vision blurred, he saw a figure in white being escorted by heavenly soldiers as they walked out of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

It was Yao Ji. Her face was pale, and she had lost all her ethereal beauty, making her no different from an ordinary mortal.

Her gaze, however, pierced through endless time and space, landing on his falling figure.

At the same time, Haotian raised his hand expressionlessly, holding a crystal-clear, ethereal peach in his palm.

She casually tossed it into the mortal realm and shouted, "Transform into Peach Mountain!"

As the peach fell, it grew taller in the wind, radiating brilliant light.

In an instant, it transformed into an incomparably majestic mountain, shrouded in endless divine light of restriction.

With a deafening roar, Yao Ji's frail figure was suppressed at the bottom of the mountain.

Haotian sighed softly, thinking to himself, "The Heavenly Court has just been established, Western Religion and the Chan Sect are eyeing it covetously. I have no choice..."

"Yao Ji!"

Yang Tianyou's final roar was torn apart by the raging wind, and his consciousness was plunged into complete darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Tianyou woke up from a nightmare.

He lay on his familiar bed in his home, covered with a brocade quilt woven by Yao Ji herself.

Everything in the room was exactly the same as when she left, as if the Heavenly Court judgment was just an absurd nightmare.

But when he saw the two crying infants in the cradle beside the bed, his heart clenched and he felt an unbearable pain.

Those were his and Yao Ji's children, a boy and a girl.

The Heavenly Court sent him back, but also took everything away from him.

From that day on, Yang Tianyou changed.

He was no longer the gentle and refined scholar; he had become a taciturn father.

He clumsily learned to breastfeed and change diapers for his child, spent his days chopping wood and hunting in the mountains to exchange for rice, and his nights mending clothes by the dim light of an oil lamp.

He transformed his longing for Yao Ji into his protection of his children.

He named the boy Yang Jian and the girl Yang Chan.

He told them that their mother had gone to a very far place and would return someday.

Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes.

Twenty years have passed quietly in the daily toil and longing.

Yang Jian grew into a heroic and upright young man, with a divine light hidden between his brows, while Yang Chan also blossomed into a graceful and gentle young woman.

They inherited their mother's bloodline and were born different from others.

Looking at his children, who were already capable of standing on their own, Yang Tianyou's eyes were filled with satisfaction.

But even more so, there was a longing that had been buried for twenty years, a longing that almost consumed him.

Yang Tianyou murmured to himself, "Twenty years have passed, Yao Ji. Are you doing well down that cold mountain?"

Finally, on a full moon night, Yang Tianyou covered the sleeping Yang Jian and Yang Chan with a blanket and took one last deep look at them.

He then left a letter, quietly pushed open the door, and stepped into the boundless night.

On the letter paper on the table, there was only one line of writing:

"Jian'er, Chan'er, take care of yourselves. Your father is going to find your mother."

After that, Yang Tianyou disappeared into the vast crowd, his whereabouts unknown...

Meanwhile, in the Chaos World, the Demon Realm.

Chu Feng slowly opened his eyes; he had been in seclusion for a long time.

Suddenly, two completely different yet equally vast auras pierced the tranquility of the Demon Palace like sharp swords.

Chu Feng sense to sense that Shichen and Yang Mei had returned.

He took a step forward, and his figure was already outside the hall.

Yang Mei and Shichen appeared, both looking somewhat tired.

Before Chu Feng could speak, Yang Mei's voice rang out:

"Fellow Daoist Chu, we have fulfilled our mission. Fellow Daoist Shichen and I have exhausted countless efforts and finally captured a trace of the aura of the Fate Demon God on the edge of Chaos."

As soon as Yang Mei finished speaking, a chilling and murderous aura suddenly descended, it was Luohu.

"Yang Mei, where does destiny lie?" Luohu's gaze was sharp as a knife, locking onto Yang Mei directly.

She had clearly been keeping an eye on the movements of the Fate Demon God.

Almost simultaneously, three elegant and noble streams of light, each with a distinct aura, flew out from behind the hall and landed beside Chu Feng.

She transformed into three peerless beauties: Yuanfeng, Ancestral Dragon, First Qilin.

"Husband, has something serious happened?" Yuanfeng asked softly, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

The Ancestral Dragon and the First Qilin also cast concerned glances. It was no small matter that Chu Feng had stopped his seclusion and attracted Luohu.

Chu Feng nodded slightly to them, indicating that they were reassured, then turned to Yang Mei and Shichen: "Tell me in detail."

Shichen picked up the conversation. "The traces were extremely faint, as if they were left countless eons ago."

Fate's methods are too unpredictable; it seems to be able to change its own point in time at any time. What we have found may just be one of his countless pasts.

Yang Mei quickly added, "That's right. I traced the spatial coordinates of that area using the Space Great Dao and found that they were extremely unstable, distorted by the power of fate, forming a constantly drifting maze."

She may not have a fixed place for seclusion at all, or rather, her place of seclusion is mobile.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill in their hearts; without finding the exact location, it was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Luohu snorted coldly, clearly dissatisfied with the result, but she also understood that finding even a single clue was the limit.

Chu Feng fell into deep thought.

After a moment, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he made a decision. "No matter what, we must go and see where the traces are."

Even if it's just a past point in time, it will inevitably leave clues. No matter how mysterious the power of fate is, it cannot erase everything out of thin air.

"My husband, I will go with you."

Yuanfeng immediately stepped forward, her expression resolute, and said, "The Fate Demon God is no ordinary being; one more person means one more source of power."

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng rebuked, "No! The Chaos World is not like the Primordial World; it is full of dangers. Your cultivation is not sufficient. You should stay here and cultivate in seclusion."

Then, Chu Feng gave Luohu, Yang Mei, Shichen a look, and everyone understood. They transformed into streaks of light and set off together to search for the traces of the Fate Demon God...