In the dream, Ye Chen's eyes were bloodshot with rage.
That feeling of being dominated and powerless filled Ye Chen's heart once again.
But it didn't work.
In his dream, he watched as Gu Jian and his bride played a joyful game.
Just then, Ye Chen heard someone calling his name.
"Brother Ye, Brother Ye!"
Ye Chen, already enraged to the point of almost vomiting blood, opened his eyes.
Looking at the pitch-black environment, Ye Chen was bewildered, only then realizing that he was just dreaming.
Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
However, after realizing what had happened, I felt extremely annoyed.
It's simply because what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.
Ye Chen felt that he had such a dream because he was suppressed too much by Gu Jian!
That despicable bitch has become a complete nightmare for me.
This severely affected his Daoist beliefs.
Looking at Jian Wudi, Wang Tianwu, and Xiao Hun.
Ye Chen frowned and said, "Why are you here again? Didn't I say I was going to rest?"
After saying that, Ye Chen frowned again and asked, "How long have I been resting?"
Jian Wudi laughed and said, "Brother Ye, you should rest for most of the day."
Most of the day? !
Ye Chen was surprised, not expecting that he had slept for so long.
He figured it must be because he was too tired lately.
Then he asked, "So what's the meaning of you coming to see me?"
Jian Wudi was excited and said, "Brother Ye, we've come to tell you that, thanks to the efforts of the Grandmasters of the Three Great Sects, the passage to the Nine Heavens Star Palace Secret Realm has been opened."
It's on?!
Ye Chen's eyes lit up, and he said, "Does that mean we can enter the Nine Heavens Starry Sky Secret Realm now?"
"Excellent, Brother Ye!"
As Jian Wudi spoke, a burning desire appeared on Ye Chen's face.
With a somersault, he jumped up.
"Let's go take a look."
"good!"
...
A day passed in the blink of an eye.
Gu Jian's demonic chariot slowly flew closer to Jiugong Village.
Looking down from the sky, Gu Jian saw familiar buildings and familiar country lanes.
Even though more than a decade has passed, Gu Jian still remembers it.
He remembers walking hand in hand with his mother through these streets when he was a child.
In the open space on the street, his mother played with him.
In the streams, his mother personally accompanied him to catch fish and shrimp.
More than a decade has passed.
Gu Jian could still recall his mother's voice and smile.
So gentle, she is the gentlest woman in the world.
But later, my mother died of illness.
His childhood world also collapsed.
That man married another woman and abandoned him.
Since being abandoned, Gu Jian has never set foot in the village again.
The demon chariot did not fly into Jiugong Village.
It landed on a small hill outside Jiugong Village.
Gu Jian's gaze swept across the hilltop and found a solitary grave on a hill overgrown with weeds.
Bamboo was planted around the lonely grave. The bamboo grew very tall, and the bamboo leaves and branches swayed gently in the wind.
The name of my mother was clearly written on the tombstone of the lonely grave.
Gu Jian flew down from the demon chariot and landed in front of a lonely grave overgrown with weeds.
His gaze was fixed intently on the tombstone.
Looking at his mother's name, he felt as if he were thinking of the gentle woman from back then.
Then, Gu Jian took out a sickle from his storage treasure and began clearing away the weeds around the lonely grave.
This was the first time Feng Yantong had ever seen Gu Jian like this.
Her divine sense swept over the solitary grave, wanting to know whose tomb it was.
The name on the tombstone was "Mo Yurou," the name of the tomb's occupant, which Feng Yantong had never heard of.
A man named Gu Xiu, who seemed to be the husband of the tomb's owner and also the one who built the tomb, was someone Feng Yantong had never heard of before.
However, Feng Yantong clearly saw the three characters "Zi Gu Jian" in the lower right corner of the tombstone, and her heart skipped a beat.
Feng Yantong then realized that this was Gu Jian's mother's grave.
Feng Yantong leaped into the air and quickly landed.
"Jian'er, I'll help you."
Feng Yantong spoke softly.
Seeing Gu Jian nod, she bent down and helped him clear the weeds around the lonely grave.
In the sky, Long Jun asked in confusion, "Whose grave is this? Why did the owner personally go down to clean it?"
Dark Saint Demon Mo Yue glanced at him and said, "As expected of a stupid dragon. Didn't you realize that's the tomb of Master's mother?"
"Um?"
Long Jun suddenly realized.
The Dark Saint Demon Mo Yue, along with the Chaos Saint Demon and the Dawn Saint Demon, flew down from the sky.
Geek!
With a clucking sound, the fiery red little fox flew down with the peony.
"Brother Long, let's go. We'll go too."
Bian Daque said something, then rode the fly monster down.
Together with Gu Jian, everyone cleared away the weeds around the cemetery.
I also cleaned it up.
The overgrown bamboo was also pruned.
Then Gu Jian took out the offerings he had prepared beforehand, as well as a stick of incense.
He placed the offerings in front of the tomb, lit incense, and faced the direction of the tombstone to worship.
"Mother, your child has come to see you."
Gu Jian spoke softly, his deep voice carrying on the wind.
He didn't say anything more.
But those around them could feel the sadness in the air.
Feng Yantong watched Gu Jian's retreating figure, her eyes welling up with tears of heartache.
She then went to the tombstone and paid her respects with Gu Jian.
Seeing this, Mo Yue, Mo Qiao, Na Wa, Hua Mudan, Bian Da Que, and Long Jun also paid their respects to the tombstone.
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