Meeting Da Yu

Yang Chan's eyes reddened with anxiety. Tugging at Yang Jian's sleeve, she asked in a trembling voice:

"Second brother, big brother, if we can't break this Heavenly Rules restriction, what are we supposed to do?

"Is there really no treasure in this world that can open the seal laid down by the Heavenly Emperor?"

At the word "treasure," Yang Jian's eyes suddenly lit up.

After following King Pan in cultivation for so many years, he had met many reclusive great powers on the Xuan Shui Divine Continent. From the idle conversations of his masters, he had also heard countless secrets of the Prehistoric Era and tales of Spiritual Treasures. His horizons had long surpassed those of ordinary Golden Immortals.

The Heavenly Emperor's restriction over Peach Mountain appeared unbreakable, but before truly supreme treasures, it was not without flaws.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he said in a deep voice:

"You're right. The key to breaking the restriction does lie in a treasure."

But they could no longer seek help from their sect, nor could they bring themselves to ask for the supreme treasures of the Xuan Shui Divine Continent and Qing Ming Island again.

The gods of the Heavenly Court were coldly watching from the sidelines, most of them waiting to see their family make fools of themselves. Who would sincerely help them?

The three siblings exchanged glances, their gazes turning toward the same place without prior agreement—

the Twelve Human Cities.

They had been born of the Human Race, with their bloodlines rooted in the mortal world.

Among the Three Realms, only the Human Race truly understood the weight of family bonds; only the Human Race's ancient sages would not easily abandon their descendants.

Only the Human Race might extend a helping hand when they had nowhere else