The Siblings Leave Seclusion, and Da Yu Bestows the Axe

Yang Jian did not relax in the slightest after leaving seclusion.

Every day, he sat cross-legged in his quiet room, comprehending the profundity of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm while silently waiting.

He did not waste a single moment.

Even if he could raise his cultivation by the slightest amount, it would give him a little more confidence when he cleaved Peach Mountain to save his mother.

Thus, several years passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, two entirely different auras suddenly shot into the sky from Huoyun Cave, almost at the exact same moment.

One aura was steady and profound, as solid as the earth. It belonged to Yang Jiao.

The other aura was nimble and graceful, carrying a hint of suppleness. It belonged to Yang Chan.

Inside the cave abode, Wu slowly opened his eyes after sitting in meditation for so long.

Fuxi, Shennong, and the others also turned their gazes toward the two quiet rooms where they had secluded themselves.

"They've emerged."

A gratified smile appeared on Shennong's face.

A moment later, the two stone doors slowly opened.

The stone doors of both quiet rooms opened slowly at almost the same time.

Two figures walked out.

Tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation had long since stripped away their former youthfulness.

The person walking in front was a young man dressed in an apricot-yellow Daoist robe.

He was Yang Jiao.

His features were honest and his bearing steady. Compared with the young Yang Jiao of the past, he had gained a touch of maturity.

Tens of thousands of years of cultivation had long since removed his former naivety, giving his brows a greater sense of composure and responsibility.

His cultivation had also reached the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, only one