Han Yanxue's gentle call fell into Han Mengyao's ears, and instantly made her look like a wooden sculpture with her eyes dull eyebrows and blunt eyes.

As a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator, Han Mengyao had already lost the alertness that a monk should have at this time. She stood there blankly without any reaction, staring at her daughter who had wanted to recognize each other countless times, but her body trembled continuously.

She had dreamed of it countless times and had fantasized that the other party called her mother. She thought it was just her wishful thinking, just a luxury that she shouldn't have, and she had even been desperate.

But now, this "mother" comes so easy and simple!

"Yanxue, I'm sorry!"

Han Mengyao whispered. At this moment, in her heart, in addition to the joy of mother and daughter recognizing each other, there was also the complexity of identity transformation, as well as deep guilt and self-blame for her daughter.

"For so many years, I have not fulfilled the responsibility of a mother, and even hid you for so long that I am not worthy of being your mother again!

I don’t ask for your forgiveness in this recognition. I just hope that in the future, you can choose your future path, have your own happy life, and no longer as dark as your childhood!"

"Mother!" Han Yanxue's voice was sad, and she had already wet her eyes.

She is a god-transforming monk. She has experienced countless separations of life and death, and has transformed herself into the world, realized all kinds of life, and tempered her original heart. She was originally extremely mature and steady, and she was very open to everything. Her state of mind was transcendent beyond the world, making it difficult to cause trouble.

But when she met the person she loved, she had long been unable to control herself at the moment of recognizing her. She refused to express her feelings and let the other party know that she had admitted this mother...

The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried, each expressing their feelings.

At this moment, they seemed no longer to be the God-transforming God and Mahayana, no longer cultivators who cut off the worldly relationship, but like mortals in the secular world, with the most sincere emotions and the most enthusiastic warmth!

"Yanxue, you have suffered!

It’s all my fault, it’s my fault, it’s me that I’m sorry for you!” Han Mengyao was already crying. She ignored her identity, image, and there was the existence of Zhong Tianhao, a "outsider".

At this moment, Han Mengyao's heart was almost broken...

"Mother, don't blame yourself. You gave birth to me and raised me, and you didn't lose any responsibility. Over the years, even if you are a master and apprentice, you have taken good care of me!

As for childhood, I am not a child, I understand everything, and I understand the high hopes you have for me. I believe that you have your own difficulties!" Han Yanxue shook her head repeatedly and signaled Han Mengyao not to think too much. She didn't blame her at all.

"After so many years, how can I not blame myself!" Han Mengyao carefully held Han Yanxue's tears, her hands trembled, and wiped away her daughter's tears.

"I still remember that when you were three years old, I told you in person that you can no longer live like an ordinary person, no longer be innocent, and no longer waste time!

There is a very heavy responsibility that you need to bear; there is a bloody revenge waiting for you to avenge!

That responsibility is the rise, decline, honor and disgrace of Donghan Sect, and the future of hundreds of thousands of disciples of the sect; that deep blood hatred is your own hatred and mine.

Then, in order to lay a solid foundation for your cultivation, the Third Elder and I formulated a series of training plans for you. Because I knew everything that happened next, I was your mother and I couldn't face it, so I handed you over to the Third Elder.

Every day, when you practice secular martial arts without any loss, I will watch from the side. When you are tired and tired, the third elder will take elixirs to replenish your physical strength, not let you stop, not let you be lazy, not let you rest, she scolds you and encourages you until you are covered in blood.

The third elder breaks your tendons and feet, breaks your ribs, stimulates your eight extraordinary meridians, and then asks you to continue taking heavenly and earth treasures to restore you to the past.

This process has been repeated hundreds of times, and I can feel the pain you have experienced. I know you have been numb because I have been numb too!

When you were five years old, the third elder threw you to the dark wolf den. You fought with the wolf pack every day, covered in blood and covered in wounds.

I see that you spend every day in the dark death and bloody killing, physically and mentally exhausted, and all your thoughts are gone!

I know that at the beginning, you were still vomiting, but in the end, you were slowly getting used to it!

When you were eight years old, the third elder put you in the secular world and participated in the battle of life and death. This time, what you killed is no longer beasts, but people, and those sinners!

At the age of sixteen, you step into cultivation, fight with spirit beasts, eat animal meat hungry, and drink thirsty in the stream and springs!

When you are seventeen years old, you return to the sect and compete with your fellow disciples endlessly to improve your strength.

When you were eighteen years old, you killed several evil cultivators, were seriously injured and died, and were dying, and were taken back to the sect by the third elder.

From then on, this is the end of your training program.

I know all of this, but I did not stop it. On the contrary, it was all my instructions.

Every time I see you in darkness, I have never appeared beside you, and I have never given you even a word of encouragement!

Every time I see you experiencing pain, my heart hurts more than anyone else in countless moments!

You are unfortunate, you need to devote your whole life to healing your childhood!”

"All this has passed!" Han Yanxue stared at her mother in front of her in a daze. There was no complaint in her heart.

“That past was indeed my darkest time!

I have wandered alone in the corner countless times. I have been desolate and struggled in my heart.

During that passing year, I fell into the abyss, tossing and turning, waiting to sleep, lonely, and cold.

However, in my heart, there is always a lasting dawn!

I have seen you cry more than once. Even though you hide it well, I can see that I know your unbearableness!

I have no complaints. I maintain an optimistic attitude every day, plant flowers and grass, read poetry and books well, and live the peaceful life I want.

I think this is the real touch of time, this is the real life!

From beginning to end, even though I experienced countless darkness, I never compromised with fate.

Looking back on the past, those years are actually enough!

Mother, now I don’t want to hold anyone accountable. Let the past go completely. Many right and wrong are meaningless.

I just want to know the causes and consequences of all this!”

At this moment, Han Mengyao nodded heavily and agreed with Han Yanxue's words. Then, she sighed and finally made up her mind to confess everything.

"Yanxue, do you know why you were ambushed by Wanfo Temple and Nantian Sect after participating in Bodhi enlightenment decades ago in the Hengsha Continent of the West Wilderness?"

"I don't know!" Han Yanxue shook her head.

"Because, what I said about the blood sea is the Nantian Sect!"

"Nantian Sect? Is it the master's hatred?" Han Yanxue asked back. She had heard rumors. She knew that the previous sect leader of Donghan Sect, her mother's master, and the senior sister of the three elders, was suspected to have fallen in the hands of the Mahayana monks of the Nantian Sect.

"Your master, my master, the murderer of her fall is indeed Nantian Sect!

But this is the great revenge of the entire Donghan Sect, not just you!

As for your personal grudge, or my personal grudge, that is... your father!"

"Father...father?" Han Yanxue murmured, and at this moment, she was stunned. For her, this was an extremely strange word, even stranger than her mother.

At this moment, even Zhong Tianhao, who was always silent, was throbbing in his heart. Han Mengyao revealed so much information, and now, the real focus!

"This matter is a long story!" Han Mengyao looked at Zhong Tianhao, then turned her head and continued, "The hatred between Donghan Sect and Nantian Sect has actually been planted for a long time. It was not caused by Zhong Tianhao, nor was it formed by the confrontation between the two major camps of the Four Desolates.

Among the Four Desolations, there may be many rumors, but the only one who truly knows the inside story is naturally my Donghan Sect. To be precise, there are only five Mahayana monks from Donghan Sect.

Countless years ago, my master, the previous sect leader of the Donghan Sect, had a grudge against the ancestor Nantian.

At that time, a secret realm in the Southern Wilderness was born, attracting many Mahayana monks from the Four Wildernesses to come, and among these people, Master.

However, that time, Master left no return, and even the soul card she left in Donghan Sect was completely broken, which means that she had already fallen!

As soon as the news of the fall of the sect leader came out, it caused a stir in the Donghan Sect. At that time, only the Mahayana was known to the place where the master was.

At that time, I was still in the early stage of Mahayana, and was the Saint of Donghan. After Master’s fall, Master’s uncle and Ancestor Han Bing came forward and according to the sect rules, I asked me to take over the position of the sect leader and go to the Southern Wilderness to investigate the truth about Master’s fall.

I went around in the Southern Wilderness for several years, and finally lived up to my expectations. I found out that she was besieged by many Mahayana from the Nantian Sect while fighting for an immortal weapon, and blood splattered in the sky!

At that time, the master was already in the late Mahayana period. Among the four wildernesses, he was a talented female master of a generation. Her strength was stronger than the old ancestor Han Bing who was also in the late Mahayana period!

But even so, she couldn't escape the bad luck.

Because the battle against her by Nan Tianzong was not accidental, but a premeditated killing situation!

I found out the truth, but halfway through the way, I was severely injured by Jiang Shoudao, the Nantian Sect in the middle of the Mahayana period, and finally escaped.

When I headed north, passing through the northern star field of the Southern Desert, I fainted in a snow-capped mountain due to my severe injuries and was unconscious.

Afterwards, I was rescued by a casual practitioner in the middle stage of Mahayana, and that person was your father!

Because I wanted to heal my wounds, I spent a day and night with him. Over time, I fell in love with each other and eventually became husband and wife.

But the good times didn't last long. Not long after, on the day I just gave birth to you, the Mahayana of the South Tianzong came to the door and wanted to kill you all!

At that time, in order to protect me and you, you, and you, you left safely, fought alone with the six Mahayana of the Southern Heaven Sect with one sword, and eventually... fought hard and died!

I took you back to Donghan Sect and informed all of this to the ancestor Hanbing and the third elder. Under the arrangement of the ancestor, I could only declare to the outside world that you were an abandoned baby I picked up outside and was taken as a disciple by me.

Finally, everything you know!”

"My father... who is he?" Hearing all this, Han Yanxue's face was cold and her body trembled. She asked the most important question directly.

"The past years I spent with him were the most unforgettable time in my life!

Your name is Han Yanxue, and you have the same surname as me, but your name is to commemorate him.
Chapter completed!