Half a month later, within the borders of Xiangxi.
Since parting ways with Qin Yanyang that day, Yang Fei had been heading towards Xiangxi from Wu’an City based on a rough direction.
For the first three days, his progress was not very fast; he was traveling while recovering the True Yuan in his body. On the fourth day, his True Yuan had recovered to its peak, and he sped up.
Along the way, mountain and river were overturned, wails filled the vast lands, leaving the living tormented; what he saw and heard left him sighing with emotion.
Although those were just strangers, seeing so much sadness inevitably aroused his compassion, leaving his heart heavy and troubled.
At the same time, it made him increasingly worried about the safety of his family.
Since Uncle Yang Changjin died because of him, he has always felt immense guilt towards Yang Hao and Yang Wen, as well as deep remorse towards his Aunt Li Guiju.
Now, with this enormous disaster, he doesn’t know if his family, apart from Qin Yanyang and Tong Yunshu, are still alive.
After the severe disaster, there are still many things to deal with at Yunwu Mountain’s Base, but he can’t care about all that now.
All he wants is to know if his family is safe.
Along the journey, he found that the transportation on the Great Divine Continent was nearly completely paralyzed.
Railways were buried by collapsed mountains in many sections, and in many places, violent crustal movements caused tracks to shift and break apart.
Highways, national, provincial, and even village roads were similar.
There was no way to find a complete road, so people could only travel on foot, or in some places where livestock were reared, they could ride horses or lead oxen forward.
In the initial days, the whole world seemed dead silent, and the towns and cities he passed through echoed with wails, where survivors seemed to have lost all hope for life.
Gradually, as time passed, survivors began tidying up the huge mess. In the days that followed, Yang Fei saw more and more people organizing in different places, starting to clear roads, repair cables, gas lines, water pipes, and various other systems related to living.
The deceased are gone; for those who miraculously survived despite the disaster, life must go on.
Upon reaching Xiangxi’s borders, Yang Fei was already able to see in the faces of survivors their love for life and hope, their eyes reflecting that resilience and determination to rebuild their homes.
Since ancient times, the descendants of Yanhuang on the Divine Continent have been the most resilient, always the first to recover from countless predicaments and disasters, rebuilding their homes at the fastest speed.
That day, Yang Fei arrived at Huangyang County.
To his delight, the village where he grew up, although damaged, didn’t have many collapsed houses and seemed to have suffered relatively small damage.
This was not an isolated case. Along his journey, Yang Fei saw varying levels of damage in different villages and cities; some villages were nearly untouched, hardly impacted.
The situation at Yang Family Village delighted Yang Fei immensely.
He went to his Second Uncle’s home but found it empty, puzzled by the absence.
"Isn’t this Yang Fei? You’re alive, boy, that’s really great."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
Yang Fei didn’t need to turn around to recognize Uncle Sansheng’s voice.
He said to Yang Sansheng, "Uncle Sansheng, you’re alive, that’s great."
After such a devastating disaster, the most heartfelt concern when meeting was: you’re alive?
Neither found anything wrong with this exchanged greeting and instead felt a close kinship. Yang Sansheng nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I’m alive. Your second aunt has been worrying to death about you recently, it’s great that you’re alive."
Yang Fei was overjoyed and asked, "My second aunt is alive too?"
Yang Sansheng nodded, "Our Yang Family Village has good feng shui. This time, it suffered the least in all of Huangyang County. Only a few elderly died in the village, but the county was terribly devastated; it’s said almost everyone perished."
Yang Fei’s heart sank abruptly.
He remembered that after Yang Hao married Huang Qiaoqiao, they lived and ran a business in the county. Hearing Yang Sansheng say that Huangyang County was so heavily impacted made him deeply anxious.
"Uncle Sansheng, have you heard anything about my brother and his family?" Yang Fei immediately asked.
Yang Sansheng waved and said, "I knew you’d be worried about them, don’t worry, they’re fine. I heard some powerful master protected them, rescued them, and your second aunt was also taken along, the whole family is safe."
Yang Fei breathed a sigh of relief and felt immense joy inside.
As long as Yang Hao, his second aunt, and Huang Qiaoqiao were all right, that was good.
Nonetheless, his heart remained somewhat heavy.
Because he still hadn’t been in touch with Yang Wen.
Especially since the matter that involved nurturing was in Binhai.
And Binhai, being a coastal city with densely packed skyscrapers, faced the most severe disaster scenarios.
Now one can only hope that Yang Wen was in the school area at the time, where there are relatively fewer tall buildings around, and schools typically have spacious playgrounds and other refuge spaces, so with some luck, she should be fine.
Yang Fei asked, "Uncle Sansheng, do you know where my second aunt and Yang Hao and the others are?"
Yang Sansheng nodded, "At Mo Family; I’ve looked into it."
Yang Fei was moved and immediately understood.
It turned out that it was people from the Mo Family who were secretly protecting Yang Hao and Huang Qiaoqiao.
"Thank you, Uncle Sansheng." Although Yang Fei knew his second aunt and cousin were safe, he still wanted to see them sooner, so he decided to leave.
Yang Sansheng watched Yang Fei leave, muttering to himself, "Yang Changjin didn’t raise this boy in vain; he is a guy who knows gratitude."
As he was speaking to himself, suddenly Yang’s eyelid twitched.
He saw Yang Fei in the distance suddenly soar into the sky, flying upwards.
Yang Sansheng rubbed his eyes quickly before looking again, only to find that the person had already disappeared. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novelFirｅ.net
"This... Am I seeing things? How... How can Yang Family’s boy fly?"
Fifty miles in a straight line from Yang Family Village lay Mojiayu Village, where Mo Deqiang’s home stood as the largest township aristocratic family in Huangyang County.
The Mo Family was originally a member of the Martial World; although not very powerful, they were a big deal in little Huangyang County.
Moreover, with Mo Yinpeng, the golden Phoenix emerging from the Mo Family, the entire family’s status was elevated significantly.
One could say, as long as the Mo Family didn’t bring about their own downfall, they’d only grow stronger.
Since learning that Yang Hao was the younger cousin of Qin Yanyang’s husband, the Mo Family had been discreetly caring for and protecting the Yang Family.
When this disaster suddenly struck, the first thought in Mo Deqiang’s mind, after ensuring the safety of his family, was of Yang Hao and Huang Qiaoqiao.
Luckily, he reacted quickly and searched promptly; otherwise, when the building where Yang Hao and Huang Qiaoqiao were staying collapsed, they would have undoubtedly perished.
Based on the subsequent search and rescue data, only seven people were saved from that community, two of whom were seriously injured, and given the post-disaster medical conditions, one died that very day, reportedly the other didn’t survive beyond three days.
This was truly an apocalypse.
Mo Deqiang and all members of the Mo Family no longer cared whether saving people would earn gratitude from Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang; faced with such great disasters, they had hearts full of benevolence, focusing on saving as many individuals as possible.
However, Huangyang County’s disaster was too severe, with the entire county center subjected to extreme earthquakes, leaving less than one-fifth of survivors.
Initially, the Mo Family and other survivors attempted search and rescue, but as the difficulty grew, almost everyone gave up.
After such a long time, the surviving individuals were all already saved, and the deceased had mostly been collectively buried in trenches.
For corpses that couldn’t be excavated, they could only be left to rest in the ruins.
That afternoon, a voice suddenly echoed from above the Mo Family, striking all the Mo Family members with great shock.
"Yang Hao, Second Aunt, are you there?"
This voice, brimming with vitality, alarmed all the martial practitioners in the Mo Family.
When everyone rushed out from their rooms upon hearing the noise and looked up, they were even more dumbfounded.
In the sky, a man stood suspended, like a divine being, seemingly unbound by gravity.
However, because of the great distance between them, it was hard to discern who it was.
Among the crowd, Yang Hao strained to recognize the voice he had just heard and shouted, "Big brother, is that you?"
High up, Yang Fei’s piercing gaze found Yang Hao’s figure in the crowd. He landed beside him and embraced him tightly, saying, "Ermao."
Yang Hao, too, was overwhelmed with emotion, holding onto Yang Fei tightly, having survived the disaster, saying, "This is great, big brother, you’re alive, you’re alive."