Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 665 - 330: True Colors

The moment he charged out, he was met with the sight of the Demon's massive gaping mouth. It seemed surprised by Chen Xiang's bravery, a glint of disbelief passing through its eyes, followed by a bout of boisterous laughter, "I didn't expect my delicious meal to come to me."

Clearly, it didn't see Chen Xiang as a threat and instead regarded him as a delectable meal.

Chen Xiang's expression grew stern, the mysterious technique within his body spinning ceaselessly, a faint golden glow emanating from his body, with a subtle feeling that something was about to manifest within him.

At that moment, the Demon sensed something amiss about Chen Xiang, a flicker of panic crossing its face. It spread its wings and with a gust, swept Chen Xiang into the air, plunging him straight into the water.

Chen Xiang immediately lost consciousness, his mind seemingly drifting with the current to a mysterious place where a gentle and beautiful woman was looking at him with joy.

For some reason, seeing her immediately brought him immense comfort. A word lingered on his lips, but he couldn't bring himself to speak it.

The woman embraced Chen Xiang, tears rolling down her cheeks, falling upon his face and imparting a warmth.

"Child, I'm sorry!" the woman's tender voice rang in Chen Xiang's ear, the loving tone intoxicating him. The word "mother" had always been a taboo in his heart, for years he had wanted to ask his father where his mother was, but the sight of his father's melancholic face made him hold back his questions.

Sometimes he envied those children who got into trouble and were dragged home by their mothers' ears. He had imagined his mother's image countless times, but he had never been able to picture her face.

"Mother!" Chen Xiang murmured the word, his heart filled with joy. He had thought he would resist, but to his surprise, he called out naturally.

The Third Holy Mother was now in tears, holding her child, unwilling to let go for even a moment, as if to make up for years of guilt.

Craddling Chen Xiang's tender cheeks, the Third Holy Mother examined him closely. The boy had grown well; Liu Yanchang had taken great care in raising him. His features resembled her own, as well as those of her invincible brother. Surely, he would grow into a handsome man.

"You've grown so big. I'm sorry, Mother can't stay by your side," whispered the Third Holy Mother into Chen Xiang's ear.

Chen Xiang lifted his head to comfort his mother, wanting to ask her where she had been all these years, but then he suddenly heard an old voice echoing in the heavens, "Third Lady, time is up. Come back. The True Monarch is coming."

He felt his mother was about to leave him again and couldn't help but cling tightly to her, crying out in tears like a child, "Mother, are you going to leave me again?"

Tears stained the Third Holy Mother's face as she said, "Child, I'm sorry. Mother can't be by your side, but Mother loves you."

Holding her child, the Third Holy Mother didn't want to let go, yet a commanding voice then reached her ears, "Third Lady, return to me."

Chains seemed to materialize from the heavens, wrapping around the Third Holy Mother and dragging her into the sky. Chen Xiang was stunned by the sight, and the moment the commanding voice sounded, he shivered uncontrollably, a mix of awe and fear of a powerful force, a feeling he only had in dreams when he met the mysterious man in the green robe.

Watching as his mother was pulled farther away, Chen Xiang rushed forward, the nameless technique fiercely circulating within him, as if endless strength filled his body, his speed increasing to the point where he seemed to fly. But still, he couldn't catch even the hem of his mother's garment.