When he opened his eyes again, the sight of Tang San holding the Golden Trident, with God Kings standing behind him, was nowhere to be seen.
In its place stood a simple, peaceful farmhouse courtyard, with blue bricks, dark tiles, and several unknown vines climbing the fence.
A lush old tree grew in one corner of the yard. Beneath its shade stood a stone table and several stone stools, while sunlight filtered through the leaves and cast mottled patches of light.
Huo Yuhao sat on one of the stone stools, and beside him sat his mother, Huo Yun'er.
Huo Yun'er was not used to those magnificent God Temples. She always found them too vast and desolate.
So Huo Yuhao had found a place in the God Realm with beautiful mountains and clear waters, built this small courtyard, and allowed his mother to live peacefully as she had in the mortal world.
At that moment, however, as Huo Yuhao looked at his mother, complicated emotions churned within him.
He recalled what Dai Yuhao from ten thousand years in the future had said: "Mother was saved by my father-in-law and is now safe and well in the God Realm." The words were like a thorn lodged in his heart.
He could not help wondering: if he had not obtained the means to travel through time back then, if he had lowered his head to Tang San, would his mother have been "saved" in the same way? Would he then have had to be deeply grateful to Tang San?
The thought flashed through his mind, and his expression darkened slightly.
Huo Yun'er noticed the fleeting discomfort on her son's face and asked softly, "What is it? You don't look well."
Huo Yuhao hesitated for a moment, but ultimately shook his head and forced