"This Saint Is a Saint of the Heavenly Dao-You Dare Extort a Saint?!"

The dust settled, and the mountain collapsed.

At the center of the ruins, Yaoji's figure looked so frail.

The immortal robes on her body had long since become tattered. In their place were pitch-black chains piercing through her collarbones. Every chain carried the aura of Heavenly Dao laws, tightly imprisoning her primordial spirit and magic power.

Her face was pale as paper, and her aura was as weak as a candle flame in the wind, as though it might go out the next moment.

Yet when she raised her head and saw those two familiar figures beyond the mountain, now all grown up, unprecedented radiance instantly burst forth from eyes that had been dim for ten thousand years.

"Erlang... Chan'er..."

Yaoji's voice was hoarse and dry, filled with boundless longing and heartache.

"Mother!"

"Mother!"

Yang Jian and Yang Chan could no longer restrain their emotions. They roared as they rushed forward.

Yang Jian threw down the War God's Axe in his hand and staggered toward Yaoji. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but feared hurting her. Tears burst from his reddened eyes.

This God of War, who had slaughtered gods who stood in his way and slain Buddhas who blocked his path from the South Heavenly Gate all the way to Peach Mountain, now cried like a child.

Yang Chan threw herself directly into Yaoji's arms and sobbed aloud.

"Mother! We came too late! We came too late!"

Yaoji stretched out a trembling hand and gently stroked Yang Chan's hair. Then she looked at Yang Jian, whose face was streaked with tears. She wanted to smile, but her tears fell first.

"Not too late... not too late..."

"My children have all grown up..."

The three embraced tightly. Ten thousand years of longing and grievance turned into tears at