One day in heaven was one year on earth.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Jiao, Yang Jian, and Yang Chan were born.
During these seemingly peaceful days, Yang Tianyou and Yao Ji concealed their true identities from each other.
Their lives were no different from those of underground operatives...
As Yao Ji looked at the familiar features between her three children's brows, she worried most about her eldest son. From the day Yang Jiao was born, she had vaguely sensed in him the aura of disgust toward demons that she herself had once possessed.
A mother's love surpassed all else. She did not want to think too deeply about it, nor did she dare to.
Thus, no matter how gifted Yang Jiao, Yang Jian, and Yang Chan were in cultivation, none of them were allowed to cultivate.
They would be born, grow old, fall ill, die, and live out their lives safely and peacefully.
That was good too.
But the storms of the Prehistoric Universe had never truly ceased just because of a moment's peace.
Ever since Tongtian had restored Tianji to normal.
Nothing could hide beneath the Haotian Mirror.
Haotian had long known the entire story, but the grave mistake had already been made. It was far too late for anything now!
He had not held the position of Jade Emperor for long. He was not one of the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors and could not truly make his word absolute. Even the establishment of Heavenly Law had been temporarily set aside.
He had also noticed Yang Tianyou, that Demonic Cultivator. If one loved someone, one should learn to let go. This was simply courting death.
The more he thought about it, the darker his expression became.
Back then, he had greatly admired Yao Ji's heroic bearing