Yang Jian's face remained indifferent as he said coolly, "I have placed restrictions across a hundred thousand li. Stop entertaining wild fantasies!"
Chen Xiang refused to yield. "Unless you kill me, I'll find a way to get to Mount Hua!"
Yang Jian looked disdainful. "Then let me see how you intend to break these restrictions."
After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for Chen Xiang's reply.
The ruins of Peach Mountain had been formed when Haotian threw down a Flat Peach, and it was where Yaoji had been imprisoned.
Later, Yang Jian had split Peach Mountain open with his axe. The three Yang siblings had even fought Haotian.
Yet bound by the Heavenly Rules, they had ultimately failed. Though Yaoji had escaped her confinement, she could not leave Peach Mountain. Over countless years, her cultivation had not advanced by even the slightest bit.
Yang Tianyou, on the other hand, had once been nothing more than a mortal. Yet because he had such exceptional children, each of his two sons more formidable than the last—
Over the years, he had never lacked spiritual pills and wondrous medicines. He had even consumed a divine treasure such as a Nine-Turn Golden Pill. Now, he had attained the Da Luo fruition.
At this moment, within a small cottage atop the ruins of Peach Mountain, the sound of a qin rang out. Though it did not contain the Great Dao of music, it still stirred the listeners' hearts, evoking a lingering, bittersweet tenderness.
Looking closer, Yang Tianyou sat cross-legged on a cushion in a green robe, a qin laid before him as his hands continuously plucked its strings.
Across from him sat Yaoji upon a stone platform. Her bearing was gentle, and her eyes rested tenderly upon Yang Tianyou.
The two occasionally