Yuquan Mountain, Golden Dawn Cave.
In the mountains, the Spiritual Spring tinkled, and Immortal Herbs grew on the cliff walls, each gust of wind carrying the refreshing Pure Qi.
However, at this mont, this peaceful and harmonious Immortal Sacred Land was shrouded in an invisible aura of killing intent.
Outside the Grotto Heaven, the Heaven and Earth Net laid down by eighty thousand Heavenly River Navy soldiers continued to hang like ink clouds over the city, blocking the entire Heavenly Vault.
Immortal Light and Divine Radiance flowed between the grids, exuding an oppressive aura that made hearts palpitate.
But before the Golden Dawn Cave, a seven-year-old boy remained oblivious to the scene that would leave ordinary Immortals trembling in fear.
Yang Jian's eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the Daoist dressed in a green robe and wielding a sword in front of the Cave Mansion.
Just a mont ago, Yang Jian witnessed True Master Yu Ding trapping eighty thousand Heavenly Soldiers with just a single sword.
This greatly shook the young spirit of Yang Jian.
It turned out that Strength could reach such a level.
It turned out that with one person and one sword, one could confront the entire Heavenly Court.
After the imnse shock ca even greater joy and hope.
He found direction and saw the only possibility of rescuing his mother.
Thus, Yang Jian knelt down without hesitation.
He perford the ritual of apprenticeship to True Master Yu Ding.
The boy's movents were precise and devout, each kowtow exerting all his strength, his forehead colliding with the cold jade stone ground, producing a dull sound.
Yang Jian's bow made the stone that had been hanging in True Master Yu Ding's heart slowly settle.
On his face, which was usually as firm and forbidding as millennial ice, a rare gentle smile appeared.
The smile was like a spring breeze brushing over a frozen lake, causing the ice to lt and all things to revive.
The Taoists highly emphasize the word "fate."
All things have their beginnings and ends, gatherings and dispersals according to fate.
Immortals, especially those Yuxu Immortals, particularly value this mysterious and profound fate.
And Yang Jian, this boy with a unique destiny, shared a deep and significant master-disciple bond with Yu Ding.
This bond was like looking at flowers through mist or gazing at the moon on water—clear-seeming but separated by an indescribable thin veil.
It was predestined in the unseen yet awaited the right mont for those involved to unveil it themselves.
Before Yang Jian reached Yuquan Mountain after enduring countless hardships, neither the Chan Sect Immortals nor the seemingly "in pursuit but actually escorting" Tian Peng and his retinue exerted any influence on him in this regard.
All choices were left entirely in the hands of this child.
After all, beyond the Great Dao of fifty and the Heavenly Rule of forty-nine, there is always that one that remains elusive.
That "one" is the variable, the unknown, the solitary chance of life amidst the established fate of all beings.
It is vast and ethereal, formless and shapeless, unpredictable and elusive.
Only when the predetermined fate and this unpredictable variable both settle, ultimately rging flawlessly into reality.
This is the true fate.
"Good disciple, quickly rise from your salute."
True Master Yu Ding took a step forward, extended both hands, and gently lifted Yang Jian, who was about to kowtow for the third ti, with a soft yet irresistible flow of Mana.
His voice carried a note of heartfelt comfort and joy.
However, Yang Jian's small figure was exceedingly obstinate.
Though lifted by the Mana, he relied on his own will and knelt heavily once more.
He consecutively perford three resounding kowtows, his forehead already swollen and red, but he was oblivious to it.
"Master!"
The boy's voice was thick with nasal resonance, already choked beyond coherent speech.
"I beg you, I beg you, Master, save my mother!"
This plea seed to exhaust all his strength.
He lay on the ground, his frail shoulders trembling violently, as the suppressed grief and helplessness erupted completely at this mont.
He began to tell his newly acclaid master about his family background in broken and intermittent words.
Even though Yang Jian was destined to be extraordinary, at this mont, he was rely a child who had experienced separation between life and death, alone and dependent.
All the resilience and composure he had shown before the Heavenly Soldiers and while fleeing were rely a fragile self-protection under the enormous crisis.
At last, he had found soone he could rely on, soone he could confide in.
He let down all his defenses and finally revealed his truest and most vulnerable self to True Master Yu Ding.
True Master Yu Ding listened quietly, watching the boy who had turned into a tearful child in an instant, and sighed softly in his heart.
He reached out a hand and gently placed it atop Yang Jian's head, a warm Mana flowing slowly into him, soothing his agitated spirit.
"Foolish child, foolish child."
True Master Yu Ding's voice was gentle and long.
"It's not that I don't wish to help."
"Simply because the matters involved are extensive and the cause and effect is complex, it requires thorough consideration."
He helped Yang Jian to his feet and let him sit on the nearby futon, then began to explain the entire course of events in detail.
Of course, True Master Yu Ding chose key points to narrate.
He spoke of the Heavenly Court, spoke of Emperor Hao Tian, spoke of the newly issued strict Heavenly Rules.
He also candidly inford Yang Jian that although his mother Yun Hua Fairy was currently suppressed, she was not in mortal danger, rely temporarily imprisoned.
"Then what about my big brother and little sister?"
Yang Jian raised his head, his eyes swollen red from crying, filled with urgency and worry.
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