Chapter 123: The Yang Siblings Rescue Their Mother at Peach Mountain (Part II)

This truly opened the eyes of the immortals in the Heavenly Court. What is a God of War? What is a Great Power of the Primordial Era? To see even the Lord of the Heavenly Court, the Haotian God, struck down demonstrated the sheer might of their Daoist methods!

This sight ignited the fighting spirit of Yang Chan and Yang Zhao. Yang Chan continuously channeled her mana, filling the Evil Corpse’s primordial spirit with an imposing righteousness, while in the distance, the Haotian God clutched his lower dantian, wailing incessantly.

The Evil Corpse was his avatar, formed from the "Essence" of the "Essence, Qi, and Spirit" within his dantian, while his Good Corpse was formed from the "Spirit." To deepen one's cultivation, the upper and lower dantian must be connected to generate "Qi" and achieve the status of a Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

Meanwhile, Yang Zhao channeled his power directly toward the Sun Star, drawing upon the Solar Essence Fire to ignite his Flying Smoke Sword. In an instant, smoke and sword qi surged, and billions of fire crows were continuously generated to strike at the Good Corpse.

With his true form injured, his Evil Corpse in mortal danger, and himself unable to offer support, had they truly been defeated?

Just as the situation reached a critical breaking point, a strange scene unfolded around the Haotian God and his Good and Evil Corpses. A peach tree suddenly sprouted from the earth, protecting them from further harm. High above on the clouds appeared the Golden Mother of Yaochi and the Old Man under the Moon. The Golden Mother wore a furrowed brow of faint sorrow, while the Old Man under the Moon looked flushed and content.

"You have come to save your mother, not to wage war against the Heavenly Court!" The Golden Mother of Yaochi quickly descended and helped the Haotian God to his feet.

"Then step aside and do not interfere with our family reunion!" Yang Jian looked up at the Old Man under the Moon. Seeing the old man nod slightly, Yang Jian spoke these words.

The Haotian God wanted to protest, but the Golden Mother pointed at him. He looked at her, and she shook her head. The Haotian God sighed with profound meaning.

"Why did you arrive only now?" the Haotian God telepathically asked the Golden Mother.

"It was all that meddling Old Man under the Moon!" A flash of ferocity crossed the Golden Mother’s eyes.

"The Old Man under the Moon?! Are you unharmed?" The Haotian God’s voice betrayed his anxiety.

"I am fine. He simply forced me to play a game of chess," the Golden Mother replied coldly.

"Since the tides have turned, we cannot force the issue," the Haotian God conceded, abandoning his intent to stop his niece and nephews.

"Why do you not go and save your mother?" the Old Man under the Moon called out to Yang Jian and the others.

The three siblings understood immediately and flew joyfully toward Peach Mountain.

"Mother! Mother, we have come to save you!" Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, the three siblings knelt before Fairy Yuyao.

"My brother will not permit this; he will never forgive me," Fairy Yuyao said, knowing the trouble she had brought upon her brother and feeling the weight of her perceived sins.

"Sister, I have never blamed you!" The Haotian God appeared in his dharma form before her.

"Then why, Yang Lang?" Fairy Yuyao still struggled to believe him.

"How could he ever be worthy of my precious, golden-branched, jade-leaved sister?" the Haotian God said, his voice laced with anger. It was only then that Fairy Yuyao understood: he had acted out of an excess of love for her.

"Enough, go and liberate Fairy Yuyao!" the Old Man under the Moon instructed.

The three siblings stood together, wielding their swords and artifacts to form a massive axe in the sky, and brought it down with a single stroke! A deafening roar echoed across the heavens as Peach Mountain was split in two. The towering peak was cleaved asunder, a testament to the strength of the three Yangs.

"Mother! Mother!" Yang Jian and his siblings rushed forward and embraced her.

"My children, my children, you have suffered so much!" Fairy Yuyao wept with joy.

"My lady." At the sound of this voice, Fairy Yuyao trembled. She turned quickly, a knowing smile blooming on her face. "Yang Lang." She embraced Yang Tianyou, feeling the breadth of his shoulders.

After the Old Man under the Moon had taken Yang Tianyou, he had used supreme techniques to preserve his soul. Furthermore, he had taught him the way of immortality, and through the constant consumption of spiritual herbs and treasures, Yang Tianyou had regained his human form in just twenty years. It was no longer a gaseous state, showing the extraordinary nature of the Spirit Sect’s methods.

Twenty years of longing turned into tears of celebration. Breathing in the scent of her beloved was intoxicating; looking at the dimples on her children's faces, Fairy Yuyao felt truly fulfilled. What more could one ask for in life than such happiness?

"Elder Brother, I misunderstood you," Fairy Yuyao said, approaching the Haotian God.

"I have come to understand things now as well," the Haotian God replied with a smile.

"Sister-in-law," Fairy Yuyao greeted the Golden Mother of Yaochi.

"Sister!" The Golden Mother took her hand. "You have suffered greatly!"

"Greetings to the Eldest Princess!" All the immortals in the heavens knelt before her.

"Rise, all of you, rise." The past glory had finally returned.

"Fairy Yuyao, heed the decree!" An official produced an imperial scroll. The family knelt to listen.

"The Decree of the Haotian God, Lord of the Three Realms and Supreme of the Heavenly Court: Princess Yuyao and her family have endured great trials and achieved a righteous outcome. You are hereby appointed Mistress of the Wusi Heaven of the Thirty-Third Heaven, tasked with guarding this realm. Your husband, Yang Tianyou, shall assist you in its administration.

"Yang Zhao is appointed the King of Manifested Benevolence and Protection, with his residence in the Wusi Heaven.

"Yang Jian is appointed the King of Heroic Radiance and Sustenance, with his residence in the Wusi Heaven.

"Yang Chan is appointed the Third Holy Mother of Mount Hua in the West, with her residence in the Wusi Heaven. Thus it is decreed."

"We thank His Majesty for his boundless grace!" Princess Yuyao was filled with joy; at last, she could be with her loved ones forever.

In the decades that followed, although the Yang siblings claimed that their commitments to their sect prevented them from residing in the Celestial Palace, they visited the Wusi Heaven to see their parents whenever they had a moment.

The reputation of the Yang siblings reached its zenith in the Primordial Era, not only increasing their own influence but also bolstering the deterrent power of the Spirit Sect itself. Look at that! A third-generation disciple of theirs could chase the Haotian God all over the place—how could one hope to compete with them?

The three siblings had garnered immense prestige in the battle at the Heavenly Court, greatly enhancing the Spirit Sect's reputation. The other three sects—the Human, the Elucidated, and the Western—felt immense pressure. Their own second-generation disciples could not defeat a Quasi-Sage like the Haotian God in one-on-one combat. The followers of those sects sighed, acknowledging that the Spirit Sect was indeed the greatest in the Primordial Era.

In truth, they did not know that second-generation disciples had been guarding the siblings from the sidelines; otherwise, their mana would have long since been exhausted. Regardless, the Spirit Sect gained both fame and fortune, basking in celebration.

The Haotian God, however, remained deeply depressed. Why was it always him who suffered? This pressure from the Spirit Sect only made him more determined to remove them as an obstacle, and he began to contact the Sages of the Human and Elucidated sects. The faces of Taishang Laojun and Yuanshi Tianzun were grim; as fellow disciples of the Three Pure Ones, why was the gap between them so vast?

The Great God-Conferring Tribulation was approaching, Emperor Yi had been born, and the war between Shang and Zhou was about to unfold once more.