The matter of Split Mountain to Save Mother was finally brought to a complete end.
Yang Jian's Family did not return to Guanjiang Estuary. The commotion this time had been far too great, already drawing the covert attention of countless Human Race forces in the Mortal Realm.
Naturally, they did not fear the covetousness of a group of mortals who had yet to become immortals. They simply could not be bothered to deal with such needless trouble.
Thus, the family settled down once more within Peach Mountain. However, Yang Jian, Yang Jiao, and Yang Chan had no intention of remaining there for long.
They had already entered their respective masters' sects and bore the Great Dao of cultivation upon their shoulders. Naturally, they had to return to their masters' Dao Fields, continue cultivating diligently, and advance their cultivation.
Several thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. The Immortal-Mortal Passage was shrouded in clouds and mist, brimming with Immortal Qi.
A handsome, refined youth with a tall, straight figure stood silently before the passage, his expression conflicted and uncertain.
One step forward lay the legendary Immortal Realm—a single step to the heavens, a rebirth beyond the mortal frame. Yet behind him was the homeland of the Mortal Realm where he had been born and raised.
The youth was filled with hesitation and could not bring himself to take that crucial step.
Just then, a gentle voice carrying an indescribable undertone slowly sounded behind him.
"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"
The youth abruptly turned around and looked toward the voice.
The newcomer had an ordinary appearance, even somewhat shifty-looking, yet the aura emanating from him was so steady that it was alarming, far surpassing the youth's own.
The youth's heart sank.
He had cultivated bitterly for many years, yet had