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Footsteps lightly walked on the soft sand, making a rustling sound.
In the early spring morning, the dawn glow spilled down from the horizon, casting a mist over the Spirit Martial River, where a faint fog floated restlessly, making everything appear so hazy.
Stopping in his tracks, Ye Tian stared blankly at the scene before him. In this haze, he vaguely felt a sense of being in another world.
About a year ago, he had been beaten and insulted on this very stretch of sand by Wang Hu and others. At that time, not to mention Wang Hu, even someone like Li Ding could act with impunity over him.
In the blink of an eye, time flew by, and various experiences had brought about a tremendous change in Ye Tian's fate. Through this transformation, he had continuously grown stronger. By now, he had become a well-known figure in Spirit Martial Town, admired and revered by his peers.
He had incapacitated Li Ding, killed Wang Hu, taught Leng Yong a lesson, fought Xu Kun, defeated Li Han, and now Xu Ao had finally fallen before him.
All of this was something he could never have imagined just a year ago.
Now that all his enemies were gone and he thought he could finally breathe easy, two new figures emerged: Wu Xiaozhuang and Wang Weiyang.
Since he chose to grow stronger for revenge, this path of strength was destined to be anything but peaceful.
This is an unchanging truth.
Wang Weiyang, a powerful individual who reached Martial Mastery at around twenty years old. In the past, just hearing this name would instill fear in him; it represented an unattainable realm.
But looking at it now, was the distance between him and this so-called genius Wang Weiyang really that far?
When the time comes for Tian Lai, it will be the beginning of Wang Weiyang's reckoning and the end of his life!
"Wang Weiyang... Wang Weiyang... Wang Weiyang!!!"
At first calm voice gradually turned hoarse as Ye Tian's surging energy dispersed the mist within several feet of the Square Area.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
After a long roar, Ye Tian finally stopped. He fell back to the ground, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air.
Although his mother's death was caused by Xu Ao, the true executioner was Wang Weiyang!
Slowly getting up, he saw a small evergreen grove made up of pine trees.
The grove was very small, with only a dozen trees. Although it was still early spring, the pine needles were thick. Even so, through the sparse view, he could still see a small grave in the middle of the grove.
That was where his mother was buried.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Tian straightened his clothes and walked toward it.
Having not slept all night, combined with the recent battle he had experienced, the young boy's face showed signs of fatigue, making his slightly thin figure appear even more desolate.
Ye Tian did not choose to return to the Cold Family directly because his mind was filled with too many doubts. These unresolved and difficult-to-digest confusions weighed heavily on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
In the past, whenever he faced difficulties or frustrations, he would come and talk to his mother. This time was no exception.
Pushing aside the pine needles, Ye Tian walked through a few pine trees in front of the grave. A self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth because these trees were planted by him with the intention of hiding his mother's grave.
Yet even so, it could not prevent Wang Hu's malicious hands. Although Wang Hu had been killed, the crisp sound and broken tombstone had become a lifelong source of guilt for Ye Tian.
Thud.
At the moment he saw the grave, his knees buckled, and he knelt down on the somewhat damp ground.
"Mother, I came to see you." He reached out to brush off the dust on the tombstone, and Ye Tian's eyes turned slightly red.
There had been so many things happening recently that he hadn't had time to visit her grave. Now facing a tombstone that was only slightly covered in dirt, Ye Tian felt an overwhelming sense of guilt for being unfilial.
Despite such a tumultuous fate, Ye Tian had never shed a tear in front of others.
But at this moment, recalling her kind and gentle face, this strong boy finally let his hard-earned tears fall.
"Mother, once I was powerless, allowing you to suffer too much humiliation both in life and after death. But that will not happen again; it will never happen again. For those who have offended you, Wang Hu and Xu Ao have already paid with their lives. As for Wang Weiyang, it won't be long before he meets the same fate..."
The voice was low, almost a whisper. Tears streamed down Ye Tian's face, but he did not reach up to wipe them away.
He gritted his teeth, his thin face etched with solemnity, as the figures of past enemies flashed through his mind, finally settling on the shadowy visage of one man.
"Wang Weiyang, I will tear you to pieces!"
Ye Tian roared in his heart, a tremendous hatred filling him that lingered long after.
But the deceased are gone; even if all his enemies were killed, his mother could never come back to life.
Thinking of this, Ye Tian felt a deep sorrow as he knelt before the grave, pressing his forehead against the cold ground and softly weeping.
A breeze swept by, rustling the pine needles softly.
Mist spread with the wind, quickly enveloping the small grove entirely.
However, once the mist entered the grove, it no longer moved with the wind. Instead, it seemed to be gathered by some mysterious force, slowly coalescing into a vague human shape above the grave.
Ye Tian, still bowed down, did not notice this anomaly. His hand clenched tightly as he picked up a handful of dirt from the ground.
"Mother, was I born for hatred...?"
Ye Tian's figure appeared somewhat forlorn; just when he thought the hatred had ended, it had drawn forth an even stronger enemy. This feeling left him somewhat helpless.
In this world, no one wishes to live in endless hatred; Ye Tian was no exception.
The moisture thickened, and the human shape became increasingly distinct.
It was a middle-aged woman of extraordinary beauty. Her features were exquisite and her figure well-proportioned; every frown and smile radiated infinite warmth.
Finally, the woman spoke. Her voice was gentle but filled with love and tenderness.
"Xiao Tian."
The figure lying on the ground trembled violently. For him, this voice was far too familiar. Over the past year, this voice had appeared in Ye Tian's dreams countless times.
"Mother!"
Ye Tian called out excitedly, cautiously raising his head.
Upon seeing that face, Ye Tian's burning heart instantly turned cold. It was indeed the visage of his mother, Yu Xiaorong, but the ethereal quality of her appearance reminded him that this was not real.
"Another dream..."
Shaking his head, Ye Tian let out a helpless laugh.
As he heard the voice, several images flashed through his mind.
In those images, his mother wore a light purple dress, her favorite color. Though the fabric was coarse, it looked more noble on her than any silk or satin.
With a gentle smile on her face, she slowly approached him and tenderly cupped his face, saying softly: "Child, this is just a dream. Let's go home..."
"This isn't a dream." Her tone was indistinguishable from the gentle voice he had imagined; her lips parted slightly as she slowly uttered those words, just as tender as in his dreams.
Ye Tian shook his head and rubbed his eyes vigorously before carefully looking at the misty visage before him.
"Xiao Tian, I'm sorry for making you bear so much hatred. It's truly too hard..." Tears fell from her kind eyes; although they were made of mist, they appeared much clearer and more translucent.
"Mother... is it really you?" Although he found it hard to believe, Ye Tian still hoped for an affirmative answer.
"Child..." The misty figure of Yu Xiaorong slowly approached Ye Tian, extending her arms toward his neck.
"Mother!" Ye Tian suddenly stood up, wanting to throw himself into her embrace.
A chill passed through his body; in stunned silence, they were unable to hold each other and instead passed right through one another.
Ye Tian turned around in shock, crying out in sorrow, "Mother, what is happening! Mother!"
Yue Xiaorong shook her head helplessly and said softly, "Child, your mother is already dead. What you see now is merely the lingering water spirit of the Five Element Profound Body..."
Already dead... These words struck Ye Tian like a bolt from the blue, shattering the hope that had just begun to blossom in his heart. Stunned into silence, after a moment he asked urgently, "What is the Five Element Profound Body, and what is the lingering water spirit? Mother, you are lying to me, right? You haven't really died."
"That's right, Xu Ao said you are definitely not an ordinary person and that you can use a special secret technique. Mother, please tell me you can use that technique to come back to life, right!" Without waiting for his mother to respond, Ye Tian asked excitedly again.
"Sigh... I shouldn't have appeared again..." Yue Xiaorong sighed with self-reproach. She had just given Ye Tian hope that she was not dead, only to immediately destroy it herself.
"Indeed, the Five Element Profound Body was what I used to repel Wang Weiyang and Xu Ao. However, this is merely a secret technique; how could it bring someone back to life? Child, don't be sad. Living well is what your mother wishes to see most." Yue Xiaorong's tone was gentle, her eyes filled with love as she comforted Ye Tian.
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Ye Tian shook his head desperately. At this moment, this strong young man seemed like a fragile child.
"Xiao Tian, don't be like this. You need to accept reality." Yue Xiaorong's tone became somewhat serious. After a pause, she returned to her gentle demeanor and said, "Let go of your hatred; your mother does not wish to see you bound by hatred and lose the joy that you should have at this age."
Ye Tian stood there in a daze, speechless. Before him stood the mother he had missed day and night, but that figure which had always allowed him to lean against her was now forever out of reach.
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