In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years had passed.
Within the Primordial Three Realms, that unique Mount Peach still stood tall. In the dark space beneath the mountain, moonlight shone only on nights of the full moon.
The Goddess of Creation imprisoned there had remained in seclusion, reflecting on her mistakes.
At Golden Cloud Cave on Jade Spring Mountain, Yang Jian's figure had grown ever more imposing. The divine eye between his brows had long since concealed its exposed sharpness, leaving only an ultimate pursuit of power in his heart.
As for Yang Chan, Nuwa had taken her as her fourth personal disciple. Usually taught by Dragon Lady Yun Hua, she had long shed the frailty of her youth.
Dressed in a plain gown, she stood in the gardens of Grand Unity Palace. Dragon Lady Yun Hua stood behind her and spoke gently. "The immortal path is long. Even if one harbors an obsession, it must not become shackles."
Yang Chan's gaze flickered slightly at those words. She looked in the direction of Mount Peach and remained silent for a long time.
Mother...
Within Netherworld Reincarnation, the souls of Yang Tianyou and Yang Jiao had long undergone several reincarnations, completely forgetting the events of their previous lives.
Now, one was a scholar-farmer in the Mortal Realm, while the other was a cowherd in the wilderness. They worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, no longer bound by the grudges of the past.
Who would dare personally pull someone out after the judgment of the God of the Western Extreme Golden Palace?
Most importantly, Haotian had remained utterly indifferent to the matter.
In Haotian's eyes, Yang Tianyou and Yang Jiao had become two useless strangers after passing through reincarnation. Since they were strangers, there was naturally no need to