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As Fang Chen reached out to touch the Blood-red Longsword, feeling the chill at his fingertips, he was suddenly drawn into a mysterious realm.
He did not hear the faint voice of the Ziyang Ancestor resonating through the heavens, nor did he witness the immense stir caused by his sudden elevation to True Disciple within the Ziyang Sect. At that moment, Fang Chen's mind was filled with only one voice, a voice that felt both foreign and deeply familiar to his soul.
In this starry-like mysterious place, Fang Chen's consciousness widened its eyes, fixating on a hazy figure covered in radiant light in the distance. This figure was merely a silhouette from behind, yet it appeared so indistinct and seemingly distant as if separated by a vast expanse of stars. The moment he saw it, Fang Chen's heart trembled violently.
"Mother...!" he stammered, his calm demeanor shattered as emotions surged across his face.
In truth, ever since the Mutation in Beishan when the Hundred-Foot Flood Dragon emerged and addressed him as "Young Master," combined with the Ziyang Ancestor's gift of the True Disciple Token, everything had led Fang Chen to almost conclusively believe that these events were intricately linked to his mysteriously absent mother, whom he had never met in either of his lives.
Yet now, as his consciousness was drawn into this place and he beheld that hazy silhouette, Fang Chen could not help but feel an overwhelming mix of excitement, anticipation, and a hint of resentment rising from deep within him like an overturned bottle of mixed emotions.
The word "mother" holds immense significance in a person's life. Maternal love is something irreplaceable. However, whether in his past life or this one, Fang Chen had never seen his mother, let alone experienced the warmth of maternal affection.
In his previous life, believing his mother had passed away and coupled with the tragic fate of the Fang Family, Fang Chen had been too heartbroken to dwell on it. But now, he suddenly realized that his mother had not died; she had vanished—more accurately, she had disappeared due to some irresistible forces related to the Fang Family.
The purple wind that swept through before his mother's disappearance and his father's expulsion from the Ziyang Sect all indicated something unusual about her vanishing. This was precisely why Fang Chen was determined to head towards the Ziyang Sect despite knowing it faced great peril.
He wanted to find his mother—for his father and for himself.
But now, was his mother truly appearing?
Fang Chen was uncertain; after all, this was merely an illusory space. Yet looking at that hazy figure seemingly on the other side of the stars, he stepped forward desperately wanting to reach her and see the mother he had never encountered in either life. However, no matter what he did, he could only stand still, unable to draw any closer.
"Ah!" Fang Chen roared, his pitch-black eyes flashing with terrifying bloodshot veins, emanating an almost frenzied aura.
"Cheng'er." At that moment, across the starry sky, a gentle and ethereal voice suddenly emerged amidst the radiant light.
As soon as the voice sounded, Fang Chen, who had been somewhat restless and agitated, trembled violently. Immediately, a clarity appeared in his bloodshot eyes.
Fang Chen could confirm that this gentle and ethereal voice was something he had never heard before. However, at the moment it resonated, an indescribable sense of familiarity spread from his heart. This familiarity had unknowingly penetrated deep into his soul.
Not only Fang Chen, but at the instant the name "Cheng'er" was uttered, the hazy and sacred figure sitting cross-legged amidst the radiant light also subtly trembled.
The entire mysterious space seemed to shake violently due to this figure's tremor, as if it were about to collapse. Yet, this feeling of collapse vanished in the next moment. The gentle and ethereal voice once again slowly emerged from within the radiant light.
"When you hear this message, it means you have arrived at Ziyang Sect and have gained Little Jiao's recognition... Mother does not know if this is a blessing or a curse; however... Ziyang Sect is trustworthy. But before you reach Daoist Master Realm, do not seek my traces anymore. Remember this... If you can achieve Daoist Sovereign, perhaps we mother and son will have a chance to meet again..."
Amidst the intermittent words, the hazy figure facing away from Fang Chen became increasingly brilliant and dazzling in its surrounding radiance, while within this brilliance, the figure seemed to be gradually dissipating.
Sensing that time was running out, there was also a hint of urgency in the gentle and ethereal voice.
"This sword is named Blood River; it is a rare weapon of slaughter. During its forging, it integrated a drop of Cheng'er's blood, barely qualifying as a life-bound divine weapon. Therefore, there is no need to worry about it harming its master... If possible, release Little Jiao from beneath this mountain... Time is short; this strand of consciousness cannot last much longer. Mother..."
Suddenly, the hazy figure sitting cross-legged stood up and slowly turned towards Fang Chen at that moment.
Light and shadow danced around, transforming into colorful butterflies fluttering in the void. As the hazy figure turned around, it continued to dissipate. Fang Chen's eyes widened at that moment, staring without blinking.
No matter how hard Fang Chen tried, he could not see the face that was gradually fading in the light of Brilliant. All he could make out was a very vague outline and a pair of gentle eyes.
In those eyes, he seemed to see himself, his father far away in Fengyan City, and his mother, whom he had never seen before and could not recognize even if they met now...
Boom!
At that moment, Fang Chen's consciousness suddenly trembled, and a feeling of dizziness surged in his heart.
"Mother, wait for Cheng'er!" In the final moment, Fang Chen used all his strength to shout this phrase.
In Beishan, Fang Chen remained motionless in place, but suddenly a mist appeared in his colorless and dull eyes, followed by two lines of tears slowly sliding down from the corners of his eyes.
"Sigh."
A soft sigh came from the side; Luo Qingyan's figure had appeared there at some point. She shook her head slightly, her gaze falling on the Blood River Sword in Fang Chen's hand, her expression somewhat complicated.
As if his frozen body suddenly trembled, a flash of brilliance crossed his dull eyes before vanishing without a trace. At that moment, Fang Chen finally awakened.
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