My disciple of the Three Pure Ones is rescuing his mother-who are you to suppress him?

Very weak.

Yet still alive.

"Mother."

He stood before Peach Mountain, his throat tightening.

Deep within the mountain's belly.

Yaoji lifted her head as well.

She could not see the battlefield outside.

But she heard her son's voice.

"Erlang."

"Don't strike."

"Mother is doing well here. Take Chan'er and leave."

Yang Jian closed his eyes.

A moment later, he opened them.

"Mother."

"Today, I'm taking you home."

He raised the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd.

Every gaze on the battlefield fell upon that strike.

The Heavenly Court's army halted.

The Western Teachings' Buddhist soldiers halted.

The Yellow Emperor clenched the Xuanyuan Sword.

Yang Chan hugged the Precious Lotus Lamp tightly.

Even East Prince Gong and Ksitigarbha King, battling deep within the void, turned toward Peach Mountain at the same time.

Yang Jian brought his halberd down.

The blade-light struck Peach Mountain's restriction.

Heaven and earth trembled.

Golden heavenly patterns flickered wildly.

A muffled, pained groan suddenly came from within Peach Mountain.

Yang Jian's expression changed.

That voice.

It was Yaoji's.

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd in Yang Jian's hand stopped in midair.

The golden heavenly patterns on Peach Mountain continued to quake.

Within the mountain's belly, Yaoji's aura had clearly weakened considerably.

That strike had struck the seal.

Yet the seal's rebounding force had traveled along the heavenly patterns and landed upon Yaoji.

Medicine Master stood in the distance, clutching the wound on his shoulder.

He did not attack again.

Because the facts had proven that he had not lied.

"Yang Jian."

Medicine Master let out a breath of turbid air.

"The Peach Mountain seal is rooted in the Heavenly Court's Fortune and uses Yaoji's Primordial Spirit as its lock."

"Unless you have a way to sever the heavenly patterns first, then open the mountain gate."

"Otherwise, every strike you make will wound