At that time, they didn't dare to step forward. They didn't even dare to move their trembling legs. Even though they were here to help Yang Xuan, they didn't dare to step forward. It was as if they were nailed to the ground.
A single person had massacred thousands of lives from such a large clan, and in such a cruel way.
Their minds were completely blank. What followed was an immense and unconcealable fear.
Deep fear. Fear towards Yang Xuan.
From then on, this scene was deeply imprinted in their minds. It was like a nightmare that followed them closely for the rest of their lives. It was unforgettable.
From that moment on, Yang Xuan's name became a god-like existence in their hearts, and in the hearts of the Yang family disciples who witnessed this scene.
To be precise, he was a demon god.
But now, the god in their hearts, a bloodthirsty demon god who viewed human lives as worthless, had his mother dead. The mother they respected the most … was dead.
Furthermore, the death of the demon god's mother was inextricably linked to the two original elders. Furthermore, Yang Qingshan and the others were delusional enough to ask Yang Xuan to spare Yang Hanwu and Yang Hanwen's lives.
At this moment, everyone's hearts were filled with hatred towards Yang Hanwu and Yang Hanwen. If the two of them came back from the dead and stood in front of them, they wouldn't hesitate to kill them and grind their bones to dust.
They could not imagine what would happen if Yang Xuan were to go crazy from the immense grief he was feeling!
They didn't even dare to think about it. Because when they thought of this, they couldn't help but think of the scene that was deeply imprinted in their minds. It was a scene that made them tremble in fear.
Yang Qingshan suppressed the immense fear in his heart and said in a low voice, "Wait!"
Thus, everyone obediently shut their mouths.
Wait.
They could only wait.
Wait for the judgment of the demon god on the mountain.
… …
Yang Xuan quietly knelt by his mother's side. He gently wiped away the bloodstains on his mother's face. His movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of waking his mother from her deep sleep.
The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the moon, with a faint red hue, quietly revealed her sorrowful eyes, quietly watching this tragic scene.
A gentle breeze rose, carrying a refreshing fragrance. It seemed to have turned into a gentle breeze, blowing the ends of his mother's hair. The ends of her hair fluttered in the night sky, sorrowful and desolate.
Yang Xuan's heart was like dead ashes. His eyes emitted a deathly grey, lifeless light, like a corpse that had been dead for tens of thousands of years.
Time passed. Yang Xuan knelt there motionlessly like a corpse.
His soul seemed to be on the verge of dispersing with the wind. His life force was slowly dissipating from his body. His aura was getting weaker and weaker.
Suddenly, the eight cyclones in his body began to tremble violently. His entire Dantian seemed to tremble as well, and the trembling became more and more intense.
Along with the trembling of his dantian, the core of his will that was located at the center of his dantian seemed to let out a long sigh. It was dejected, and then gradually shrank, shrank …
Suddenly, all the spiritual energy in his body began to tremble violently. A huge wave of anxiety and worry was clearly emitted from these spiritual energies.
Vaguely, there seemed to be countless voices anxiously shouting, anxiously kneeling, praying, and begging. They were in a constant state of panic.
It seemed that something very important to them, something sacred, was about to leave them.
Yang Xuan's life force was getting weaker and weaker.
Suddenly, the spiritual energies between heaven and earth began to tremble violently. They madly rushed towards Yang Xuan, anxiously wanting to enter Yang Xuan's body. However, unlike before, without exception, they were all blocked outside of Yang Xuan's body, unable to enter at all.
Not only that, the spiritual energies that originally existed in his body were now slowly leaving Yang Xuan. Although they tried their best to stay, as the core of his will became smaller and smaller, these spiritual energies seemed to be forced out by some kind of force, and had no choice but to leave.
As the spiritual energies in Yang Xuan's body dissipated, a fierce wind suddenly blew between heaven and earth. The trees were blown askew, and their roots were broken.
At the foot of the mountain, the members of the Yang family looked at each other. They did not know what was happening on the mountain.
Feeling the energy in his body dissipating, Yang Xuan did not show any signs of panic. Instead, a happy smile appeared on his face. In front of him, it was as if he could see his mother smiling at him.
"Xuan 'er, come. Mother is waiting for you here!" Mother smiled gently.
"Mother!" Yang Xuan murmured. He could not help but reach out his hand, wanting to grab his mother's warm hand.
"Xuan 'er, come! Mother is waiting for you! Come quickly! "Mother continued to smile and reached out to Yang Xuan.
"Mother! Wait for Xuan 'er, Xuan' er is coming! " Yang Xuan smiled, and the corners of his mouth curled into a happy smile. He slowly reached out and grabbed his mother's hand.
Mother's hand was so warm, so warm!
Yang Xuan slowly closed his eyes, and a drop of crystal flowed out from the corner of his eye.
At the same time, his life force became weaker and weaker.
At this moment, what no one knew was that Yang Xuan was finally facing the first serious test in his unique cultivation journey. It was a test of life and death.
Mother's death was too big of a blow to him. For a moment, he lost his will to live, causing his spirit to become unstable and his cultivation to dissipate.
Cultivation focused on the cultivation of the heart. When the heart was in chaos, the Dao would be in chaos.
He had gone mad!
As Yang Xuan's life force dissipated, his face quickly shriveled. His originally sparkling and translucent skin quickly lost its moisture. It became wrinkled and ugly.
Age spots quickly appeared on his face and body. Mildew covered his entire body. At the same time, his originally black hair began to slowly turn white. In the end, all of his hair turned into strands of silver and drifted in the wind.
He had become an old man past his prime.
A youth who was not even sixteen years old had turned into a white-haired old man in an instant.
It was strange and terrifying.
Finally, Yang Xuan exhaled his last breath, and slowly stopped breathing. His life force completely dissipated, without a trace.
The gloomy aura between heaven and earth disappeared, and suddenly dissipated into nothingness. The back mountain, which had been raging with strong winds, fell into silence once again.
The moon had quietly hidden in the clouds, as if it could not bear to look.
The heaven and earth fell into silence, and not a single sound could be heard.
Around Yang Xuan, countless spiritual energy of heaven and earth knelt down. They wailed and cried, and a huge aura of grief enveloped them.
Were they mourning for their King Shouling?
Yang Xuan was not dead yet, but he was not far from death.
He was only left with a trace of consciousness, and this trace of consciousness was too weak to withstand the wind, as if it could dissipate at any time.
Darkness filled his eyes. He looked around blankly, not knowing where he was.
"Mother!" He opened his mouth with difficulty, but found that he could not make any sound.
"Mother!" He shouted crazily.
His surroundings were still dark!
Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. "Mother! Don't you want Xuan 'er anymore? "
Yang Xuan's voice was hollow, and he muttered to himself.
Suddenly, his eyes widened, and his eyes shot out a look of wild joy. In front of him, a figure slowly appeared, emitting a gentle white light. Looking at Yang Xuan, he smiled gently.
"Mother!" Yang Xuan was overjoyed, and madly ran towards that figure!
But, no matter how he ran, no matter how he chased, the distance between him and that figure was always so far, and it was difficult to get close.
But Yang Xuan did not have the slightest intention of giving up. He madly chased, as if he wanted to chase forever.
"Xuan 'er, listen to me!" That gentle white figure suddenly opened her mouth, and her voice was as gentle as ever.
Yang Xuan could not help but stop. He looked at that figure with teary eyes, and cried, "Mother! Mother! Don't abandon Xuan 'er, don't leave Xuan' er! "
His voice was miserable, and those who heard it wept, and those who heard it were heartbroken.
The feelings of two lifetimes combined into one, how could it not be heavy? How could it not be heavy?
Without a loving mother waiting at the door, the journey home was filled with tears.
There was nothing more tragic than this.
That figure slowly stretched out her arm, as if to caress Yang Xuan's face, but slowly put it down.
"Xuan 'er, you must listen to Mother! Will you listen to Mother? "
"I'll listen, I'll listen, I'll listen to Mother! Mother, don't abandon me! "Yang Xuan's tears rolled down, and he cried, heartbroken.
That white figure seemed to tremble, and her body became blurry, as if she could disappear at any time. After a while, she said, "Xuan 'er, Mother is not dead yet! You can save Mother! Only you can save Mother! "
Yang Xuan's whole body trembled!
"Xuan 'er, only you can save Mother! But, you've given up your own life, how can you save Mother? "That figure became more and more blurry, and even her voice seemed to be much weaker, as she spoke with difficulty.
"I can save Mother?" Yang Xuan muttered.
That figure had already become so faint that it could no longer be seen. After the last voice drifted out, it finally dissipated with the wind, without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
"Live! Save Mother! "
Live, save Mother! Live …
Her voice echoed in this dark space for a long time.
"Mother!" Yang Xuan shouted, but no one answered him.
His eyes suddenly burst with a bright light, and this bright light instantly pierced through the darkness.
I want to save you!
A voice rumbled in Yang Xuan's heart.
In the outside world, Yang Xuan, who was quietly kneeling by the lake, suddenly opened his eyes slowly, and a bright light suddenly flashed in his old eyes.
In the dark, it seemed as if a huge, earth-shattering cheer came from the sky. The dense spiritual energy that surrounded him all cheered, and they were so excited that they could not control themselves, jumping, laughing, and madly venting their emotions.
There had never been a moment when Yang Xuan could feel the emotions of these spiritual energies so clearly. At this moment, he could clearly feel the reverence, attachment, and worship of these spiritual energies towards him!
Suddenly, he acutely felt that outside of these spiritual energies, there were some green spiritual energies that were wandering around not far away, emitting an incomparable breath of life.
His gaze turned towards that direction.
"Boom!" A huge cheer came into his heart, and when his gaze turned towards that direction, those green spiritual energies that carried a huge breath of life suddenly became very excited.
They scrambled to be the first to rush in front of Yang Xuan, pushing and shoving one another. Those spiritual energies that were originally gathered in front of Yang Xuan also cheered at this moment, and made way for those green spiritual energies.
Those green spiritual energies cheered all the way to Yang Xuan, and then bowed towards Yang Xuan, reverence, and worship!
It was as if they were subjects that had finally seen their king after a long time.
Wherever Yang Xuan's thought went, all the green spiritual energies knelt down, respectfully welcoming Yang Xuan.
A smile crept onto Yang Xuan's face. He smiled.
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