The Blood Fiend Demonic Shadow scourged all living souls; heaven's favored fell into dreams and drank the remnants of a song.
After an unknown length of time, Yang Yuanhong sensed his consciousness gradually emerging from its stupor, and the restraints on his body were lifted as well.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a roof that was incomparably familiar from his memories.
This was a room his aunt had specially arranged for him in one of the main courtyards within the Songshan Yang Family Forbidden Ground.
Yang Yuanhong slowly sat up and looked over his body. It was still as it had been before Dao Entry.
"Hong'er, you're awake."
His mother's voice came from outside. She then pushed open the door and entered, carefully examining Yang Yuanhong's body.
"Does anywhere still hurt?"
"Your mother went to look at that pool earlier. It was so deep—it must have been pitch-black down there. Were you scared, Yuanhong?"
"Don't resent the Patriarch over the matter of tempering your body. She racked her brains for you to have a bright future."
"You've slept for so long. Are you hungry? Your mother will take you to eat sweet cake!"
Looking into his mother's loving eyes and listening to her gentle whispers, Yang Yuanhong felt a long-lost sense of peace settle over his heart.
Wu Tong helped him out of bed, then took his hand and led him from the courtyard.
Within the Yang Family Forbidden Ground, Immortal Master Zhao had just returned from handling business at the foot of the mountain, while Immortal Master Liang waved to them from the spirit herb garden. Everything seemed to have truly returned to that time.
This illusion was indeed extraordinarily ingenious, realistic enough to pass for the real thing. Not only could it completely conceal the Origin