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After Zhao Yang fell into the Courtyard of Xuanfo Temple, a Little Monk sweeping the floor saw him and his companions. He immediately dropped his broom and ran towards the Council Hall of Xuanfo Temple, shouting, "Abbot, Brother Zhao Yang and the others are back!"
As soon as the Little Monk finished speaking, several beams of mysterious light shot out from the Council Hall, landing behind him. The Great Master, with tears in his eyes, said, "Good, I knew my Datong disciple wouldn't die so easily!"
"Amitabha, even in the Boundless Desert, he could emerge. The Rebel Son truly lives up to his name!" the Great Compassion Zen Master said with his hands clasped together.
During the year and more that Zhao Yang and the others had been missing, no one could sense their presence. Even the Consort of Rain was flustered because she felt Liu Rou's life force rapidly dissipating, yet each time it faded, it would barely recover a bit.
Zhao Yang looked around at everyone and asked, "Master Shishu, what about my parents and Brother Ji?"
Upon hearing Zhao Yang's words, everyone fell silent; some even lowered their heads. A sense of foreboding washed over Zhao Yang, especially regarding his mother He Qing. It was under his Chaos True Qi's guidance that she had opened her Qi Sea and become a cultivator. Thus, he had planted True Qi within her meridians. When Long Xiao Wu encountered trouble in Dragon Slayer City, he could sense it; how much more so for his own mother?
Ji Wudao rushed over upon hearing the commotion. When he saw Zhao Yang, he spoke solemnly: "Zhao Yang, when you were cast into the void fissure, your mother tried to save you but..."
Zhao Yang gestured for Ji Wudao to stop speaking. He focused on Ji Wudao's Sea of Consciousness and saw the moment they were swept into the boundless turbulence. In a moment of desperation, He Qing rushed into the chaos to grab Zhao Yang, but the Central Sovereign struck her with a palm. He Qing fell to the ground like a lotus flower. Ruo Shui Laozu acted quickly to draw upon the Water Linglong within He Qing to protect her from being completely annihilated.
Ji Wudao exclaimed in surprise: "Zhao Yang, has your Divine Sense reached the realm of Heavenly Dao?"
Zhao Yang nodded and asked, "Where is my mother now?"
Ruo Shui Laozu sighed and said, "She is in the back courtyard. Although she has Water Linglong protecting her, she is only at the Divine Transformation Stage. After enduring a palm strike from the Central Sovereign, she is beyond saving."
Without saying another word, Zhao Yang walked directly to the back courtyard.
When everyone arrived at the back courtyard, they found two people lying quietly before the enormous golden Xuanbing Buddha—one was Zhao Yang's mother He Qing, and the other was Scholar Xiu.
Zhao Yang sat cross-legged at the feet of Xuanbing Buddha, eyes closed and silent; there was no trace of sorrow on his face—neither joy nor worry.
Xuanbing Buddha spoke: "Both of their Divine Souls are on the verge of dissipating. Only your Dao Fruit can save them; you can only choose one. If your Dao Fruit is divided between them, neither will be able to awaken. Your actions are already perilously close to resurrection; resurrection is akin to reversing time—a great taboo in heaven and earth. Anyone who violates it risks destruction."
"Zhao Yang," said Zhao Tianlang with some reproach in his voice. "The Buddha says you have a way to save your mother; why are you hesitating?"
Zhao Yang replied: "Father, if one is your mother and the other is someone who saved your life as well as your wife's brother's life—and you promised his elder that you would save his grandson when faced with such a choice—how would you decide?"
Zhao Tianlang was stunned by Zhao Yang's question. He deeply loved He Qing, and of course he wanted to save her, but what about Zhao Yang?
"Amitabha, so this is what Huang Long Laodao's prophecy referred to," Song Baliang murmured, recalling the time when, in front of a large crowd at the Dragon Clan's temple, Huang Long Zhenren had knelt on the ground and bowed to his junior who was two generations younger, urging Zhao Yang to always save Scholar Xiu first when faced with choices.
Zhao Yang forced a bitter smile as tears streamed down his face.
He knew that this kind of dilemma had no answer.
It was just like the question someone had asked him in his past life: if your mother and wife fell into the river at the same time, who would you save first?
The perfect answer would be to save your mother first and then return to die with your wife.
But reality did not allow for such an outcome. Before him lay neither his wife. Zhao Yang looked up at Yu Qingsnow and Liu Rou, then scanned the crowd, murmuring, "If the ones lying here were your wife and mother, who would you save?"
"If all those lying here were my wives, which one should I save?"
"If those lying here were your father and mother, who would you choose then?"
Heaven had given him such a choice as the cruelest form of torment. Zhao Yang looked at Buddha and asked, "Why can some people foresee certain events? Is it truly unchangeable?"
Xuanbing Buddha replied, "Fate changes at will; movement creates stillness. If the future cannot be altered, then it is not truly the future."
After hearing this, Zhao Yang turned to look at He Qing and Scholar Xiu lying quietly before him. Tears streamed down his face as he said, "Huang Long Zhenren once said I came from another world and that my relationship with my mother was not significant. But she is still my mother; how can there be no connection?"
Zhao Yang let out a howl towards the sky. Under everyone's gaze, he slowly expelled a golden fruit radiating dazzling light. The fruit was surrounded by chaotic energy, surpassing all Holy Medicines in existence, even more terrifying than the Ginseng King's aura when fully revealed!
"This is... Dao Fruit?!" The crowd gasped in astonishment. Zhao Yang's Dao Fruit exuded such powerful spiritual pressure that they felt as if they were facing a deity!
Suddenly, several elderly figures in robes flew in from outside Xuanfo Temple. They were recently revived Transcending Tribulation Stage Cultivators. One elder with bushy eyebrows exclaimed, "Such extraordinary events exist in this world! This child's Dao Fruit defies heaven itself; it contains the power of resurrection! If we obtain this Dao Fruit, we wouldn't even need the Ginseng King!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out to snatch it. The Four Great Monks and Ji Wudao were about to intervene when Zhao Yang stopped them. His eyes turned blood-red, with images of eclipsed sun and moon swirling in his pupils—visions of Immortals meeting tragic ends and strange totems radiating unparalleled killing intent.
"Is that the aura of a master at the Ascension Stage!?" Several people gasped in shock, having never heard of anyone transcending tribulation. How could there be a master at the Ascension Stage?!
Ah!
A scream pierced the air as an old man fell from the sky, clutching his head and bleeding from his seven orifices. His face twisted grotesquely, looking horrifyingly deformed. He rolled on the ground, and before long, his eyes widened in death before the crowd. The remaining masters, witnessing this scene, were terrified and fled in panic.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yang sent his Dao Fruit towards Scholar Xiu's location. He looked at He Qing and softly called out, "Mother."
But a large hand seized him; it belonged to Song Baliang. Shaking his head, Song Baliang said, "Junior brother, one must not disrupt the natural order of life. Although the scholar saved all our lives, when faced with such a choice, you cannot choose this way. In fact, you do not have to choose because I can make that choice for you."
Song Baliang took Zhao Yang's Dao Fruit from his hands and continued, "The scholar is our brother. Our escape from the Boundless Desert relied entirely on him. Without him, we would have perished there. Logically speaking, no matter what happens, we should save him because we promised him a chance at life. Then you can save him afterward. But no one anticipated this situation or that we would face such a choice. Among brothers, we do not seek to live or die together; we only wish to share a lifetime together. If one should unfortunately die, they should not add excessive sorrow to their friends. Scholar Xiu's grandfather foresaw that today Zhao Yang would face a choice and requested Zhao Yang to save his grandson because he is the sole heir of the Zhou family. Yes, some believe he should be saved, but did Huang Laor ever consider how much harm this would cause my junior brother? To abandon his own mother to save a stranger—what would the world think? How would they criticize my junior brother as unfilial? Just because of a so-called promise? Or out of debt for saving a life? If I were lying here today, I would also believe my junior brother should save his mother! If he cannot understand this point, then he does not deserve to be our friend! I believe if the scholar were aware from beyond the grave, he would understand too! Not for anything else but because this person is my junior brother's mother—a kind and great mother!"
After finishing his speech, Song Baliang placed Zhao Yang's Dao Fruit on He Qing's chest. The Dao Fruit slowly merged into her body, and before everyone's eyes, He Qing opened her eyes.
Once He Qing opened her eyes, she understood everything because Zhao Yang's Dao Fruit had fused with her being. She embraced the crying Zhao Yang tightly and said softly, "Mother is sorry."
He Qing gently replied, "Silly child, Mother will never cause you any trouble again; I have now obtained your Dao Fruit."
As she spoke, a red glow flickered in her eyes; Chaos True Qi swirled around her body while intricate water patterns from the Water God Technique enveloped her form. Turning to Zhao Tianlang, she said, "Tianlang, I'm sorry for worrying you and everyone else."
Everyone could see that He Qing had undergone a tremendous transformation, resembling Rebel Son Zhao Yang closely.
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