With Yuding's support, Yang Jian seemed to have found a goal and was no longer as dispirited as before. He bowed and said, "Thank you, Master, for clearing up my confusion!
"Master, do you think Chan'er's child might be the true protagonist of this tribulation?"
At this, a sharp light flashed in Yuding's eyes. "Very likely. So, you may keep an eye on your nephew.
"If there is something to be done, make plans in advance."
"Yes!"
Mount Hua. A year had passed since Yang Chan gave birth to a son.
Within that same peach grove, petals rustled as they danced through the sky, fallen blossoms carpeting the ground. A thatched cottage stood amid the trees.
In the courtyard, a child's joyful laughter rang out. A man and a woman stood before a cradle, looking at the delicately carved little person inside.
The woman's face shone with maternal tenderness, and her smile at the tiny child in the cradle was full of warmth and affection.
The man, meanwhile, stared motionlessly at the woman, his eyes filled with gentle adoration.
From time to time, a pink petal drifted down from the peach trees in the courtyard, landing on the baby before melting into his body and nourishing his soul.
The entire scene resembled a beautiful painting, too lovely for anyone to disturb.
Suddenly, the heavens split apart. Wind and clouds churned violently as a huge gash tore open in the sky. Strands of Destruction aura flowed out from within, while billions of feet of golden light crisscrossed like spears and halberds. Bolts of lightning flashed with divine radiance.
Amid this heavenly phenomenon, a man clad in silver armor, a goose-yellow cloak draped over his back, stepped out of the rift with a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Saber in hand.
The scene was