On the Dragon-Slaying Platform, I was executed and became Yang Jian's brother-in-law.

The netherworld, the depths of reincarnation.

This is the core of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and also the most mysterious forbidden area in the Three Realms. Normally, apart from Lady Pingxin herself, even the Ten Kings of Hell are not allowed to set foot here.

At this moment, a powerful and awe-inspiring Dao energy permeates the magnificent and ancient Pingxin Hall.

Empress Pingxin sat cross-legged before the enormous Wheel of Reincarnation. Her usually dignified and holy face was now bloodless, even showing a sickly pallor. Behind her, the golden wheel of merit, representing the supreme authority of the Earthly Path, was burning wildly, transforming into the purest primordial power, continuously pouring into the Six Paths of Reincarnation before her.

"We must find it..."

Pingxin gritted her teeth, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on her forehead and sliding down her cheeks. "Sister, where are you? Where are you?"

She is going against the will of heaven.

Xuanming's sacrifice back then was too thorough; his true spirit shattered and scattered throughout the myriad realms. To find that fragmented soul, which had already reincarnated countless times, among billions upon billions of beings is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Conventional deductions are useless because Xuanming's current destiny is too weak, so weak that even the heavenly secrets cannot be revealed.

Only by burning the essence of sainthood and forcibly searching every corner of the long river of reincarnation can there be a glimmer of hope.

"puff!"

Pingxin's body trembled, and a trace of golden holy blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. This intense search had taken a heavy toll on her.

"Your Majesty! Stop burning it!" Meng Po's clone shouted anxiously. "If this continues, your throne will be in jeopardy!"

"Shut up!"

Pingxin shouted sharply, his eyes more determined than ever before, "What does losing this little bit of my essence matter as long as I can find my sister? At worst, I'll just have to recuperate for tens of thousands of years!"

"Open it... for me!!"

Pingxin swiftly formed a hand seal, and with a shout, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc emitted a thunderous roar that shook the Three Realms.

Om-! ! !

The previously chaotic and unclear mist of reincarnation was forcibly torn apart by holy power at this moment. Countless bizarre and fantastical scenes of the world rushed past Pingxin's eyes like a waterfall.

She is looking for it.

Searching for that familiar yet extremely faint chill.

at last.

After searching through countless millions of small worlds, Pingxin's gaze suddenly settled on a remote, desolate small world covered in ice and snow.

"Found it!"

Pingxin's pupils contracted sharply, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.

That is—[Frost Realm].

This is a small world devoid of spiritual energy, perpetually covered in snow, and bitterly cold.

The camera zooms in, passing through a blizzard, and lands in front of a dilapidated little hut.

A young girl dressed in thin, tattered clothes was huddled in a drafty corner. She looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, pale and thin, with chilblains all over her hands.

At this moment, she was coughing violently, and with each cough, she would expel a mouthful of bloody froth mixed with icy shards.

"Cold...so cold..."

The girl hugged her thin shoulders tightly, her teeth chattering. The coldness wasn't from the outside temperature, but rather a backlash from the shattered Xuanming essence deep within her soul.

The cold air seeps into your bones, relentlessly day and night.

Around her were a group of equally poor ordinary people, but no one dared to approach her, and they all regarded her as a "freak" and an "ominous person".

"Will it be the same in this lifetime?"

Looking at the lonely and helpless girl, Pingxin felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

She saw through the girl's fate at a glance.

Born into poverty, orphaned and destitute.

Moreover, because their souls are so severely damaged, their lifespan is extremely short. Even if they can endure the bone-chilling pain of the cold, they will only live for a maximum of a hundred years.

The scariest thing is...

Pingxin sensed that the wisp of remnant soul was on the verge of collapse. This life was probably Xuanming's last. Once he died in this life, that last bit of true spirit would completely dissipate into the world, and from then on, Xuanming would no longer exist.

"Thank goodness... thank goodness I made it in time."

Pingxin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She wanted to bring her sister back immediately, but she couldn't.

Because my sister is currently a mortal incarnation, if she were directly drawn into the underworld by the power of a saint, her fragile body would instantly disintegrate.

Someone must go to that world, nurture her soul, guide her memories, and bring her back...

……

"Well……"

Just as Pingxin pinpointed Xuanming's location, a weary groan came from the warm jade cloud bed behind him.

Su Bai (Zhu Jiuyin) finally woke up.

He felt as if his head had been struck by a hundred Zhurongs wielding hammers, both throbbing and throbbing. Although the fragments of his memory had been pieced together with the help of Nuwa and Pingxin, the aftereffects of that CPU overload lingered.

"Ugh... I slept so hard, it was really tiring."

Su Bai rubbed his temples and slowly sat up. He looked around and realized he was in Pingxin Palace, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Looks like he survived."

Su Bai patted his chest, looking relieved. "Thank goodness, Nuwa and Pingxin intervened at the last moment. Otherwise, in that hellish place like Yaochi, I would have been badly injured even if I didn't die."

His memory is still stuck on the moment when the women at the Yaochi banquet were vying for his attention and he collapsed and fainted.

As for the scenes that Pingxin recalled of Xuanming's past during his coma, Su Bai himself was unaware of them because they were from Pingxin's perspective (or rather, he hadn't had time to process those deep memories).

"Since we're in the underworld, we're safe."

Su Bai stretched and loosened his muscles, even having the mood to make a self-deprecating joke, "It seems that although the Peach Banquet was thrilling, the ending was still decent. At least there was no fighting, and the harem didn't catch fire and burn me down."

"As long as I hide in this underworld for a few hundred years and those women calm down, life will go on as usual."

Just as Su Bai was happily planning his future "refugee program"...

"You're awake?"

A faint, eerie voice suddenly rang in his ear.

Su Bai was startled. He looked up and saw Pingxin standing in front of the Wheel of Reincarnation with her back to him. Although he could only see her back, he could keenly sense that his usually gentle and kind younger sister was... a little down today.

"Ah, she's awake, she's awake."

Su Bai quickly put on a smiling face and leaned closer, saying, "Thanks to you saving the day, sister! Otherwise, I would have really been caught off guard. By the way, how long have I been unconscious? Have those... cough, those fairies all left?"

Pingxin slowly turned around.

She didn't answer Su Bai's question. Instead, she stared intently at Su Bai with an extremely complex, extremely disappointed, and even somewhat "willing to betray her own family for the greater good" look in her eyes.

That look in his eyes sent chills down Su Bai's spine.

"What's wrong, girl? Why are you staring at me like that?" Su Bai swallowed hard. "Is there something on my face?"

"elder brother."

Pingxin spoke, her voice eerily calm, "Do you still remember Sister Xuanming?"

"Xuanming?"

Su Bai was taken aback, then nodded matter-of-factly, "Of course I remember! She's the Ice Face from our Twelve Ancestral Witches. We fought side by side in Beiming back then. Later, she sacrificed the great formation to save me... Sigh, just thinking about it makes me sad."

Su Bai wore a sorrowful expression and sighed, "I only have two younger sisters, Houtu and Xuanming. How could I forget them? They are my best comrades-in-arms and my dearest sisters."

"The best comrade-in-arms?"

Pingxin raised an eyebrow, a dangerous chill creeping into her voice, "My dearest sister?"

"Yeah, that's right." Su Bai looked completely innocent. "What's wrong?"

Seeing Su Bai's open and honest demeanor, Ping Xin felt an inexplicable anger rising to her head.

Good guy.

They've given you their life.

In order to remember what you look like, someone used their very essence to carve a whole room full of ice sculptures.

They'll be cuddling and kissing you for a hundred years in the Ruins of Return.

So, in your eyes, she's just a "comrade-in-arms"? Just a "girl"?!

"Su Bai!!"

Pingxin finally couldn't hold back any longer; her saintly composure vanished in that moment. She slammed her hand on the table, pointed at Su Bai's nose, and yelled:

"Are you really stupid or just pretending?!"

"Is Sister Xuanming's affection for you just brotherly love?! Is it the affection of comrades-in-arms?!"

"She likes you! She loves you! She didn't even want to enter the cycle of reincarnation for you, she just wanted to leave a memory in this world! And you...you actually treated her like a little sister all this time?!"

"What?!"

Su Bai was completely stunned by Ping Xin's outburst, as if struck by lightning, and stood there dumbfounded.

"You...you like me?"

Su Bai's eyes widened as he pointed to his nose, the scene from the Northern Underworld Ice Cave flashing through his mind.

Those ice sculptures...

That phrase, "We're even,"...

And that look in his eyes during the final sacrifice...

He used to think it was just his personality, or something for cultivation. But now that Pingxin had pointed it out, those details he had previously overlooked suddenly became incredibly clear, and... ambiguous.

"But...but she never said that!" Su Bai stammered in defense, "And she's usually so cold to me, and she's always complaining about me..."

"She's just thin-skinned! She's stubborn!"

Pingxin was so angry she wanted to hit someone. "Didn't she say that? Didn't you see the meaning in her eyes when she left? Didn't you see her pouring her essence into the ice sculpture?"

"You..."

Pingxin took a deep breath, racked his brains to find the most fitting word, and slammed it hard into Su Bai's face:

"You scumbag dragon!!"

"Scumbag! You big jerk! You blockhead!"

Su Bai: "..."

He, the mighty Emperor Gouchen, the former ancestral witch Zhu Jiuyin, was actually called a scumbag dragon by his own sister.

The key point is... he couldn't refute it!

Thinking about it carefully, I realize I was indeed quite a jerk. They had given so much silently, and I had been taking it all for granted, thinking it was just pure revolutionary friendship.

"I...I really don't know..." Su Bai panicked, a huge wave of guilt washing over him. "What do we do now? She's gone..."

"Who said it's gone?"

Pingxin snorted coldly and waved his hand, directly displaying the image of the lonely girl from the Frost Realm in front of Su Bai.

"Look carefully!"

"This is the reincarnation of Sister Xuanming's remnant soul! In a small world called the Frost Realm!"

Pingxin pointed to the trembling girl in the picture, her voice choked with emotion:

"She is now a mortal, with a lifespan of only a hundred years. Born into poverty, she is alone and helpless, and suffers the excruciating pain of the biting cold day and night!"

"Her original essence was too weak; she lost all her memories after reincarnation. And..."

Looking calmly at Su Bai, he said, word by word:

"This is her last life. If we cannot find her in this life, cannot awaken her memories, and cannot complete her true spirit."

"At most a hundred years, she will completely vanish, never to be reborn!"

"What?!"

The moment Su Bai saw the girl's miserable state, his heart clenched painfully, as if it had been squeezed tightly.

Is that Xuanming?

The once arrogant and invincible Ancestral Witch of Rain has fallen to such a state.

And it was because of saving him that he became like this!

"Where? Where is that world?!"

Su Bai's eyes instantly reddened, and his aura exploded. Ignoring his headache and fever, he grabbed Pingxin's shoulder and shouted, "Tell me quickly! I'll go right now!"

Seeing Su Bai's anxious expression, Pingxin's expression softened slightly.

Fortunately, this scumbag dragon, though slow-witted, at least still has a conscience.

"I have already locked onto the coordinates at the edge of the three thousand minor worlds."

Pingxin sighed, raised his hand and cast a Samsara Mark, which entered Su Bai's brow. "This is a guiding talisman that can lead you to her."

"Brother, you must remember this."

Pingxin said earnestly, "This trip is not just to save people. It's also to pay off a debt."

"Those words she never got to say, those regrets she kept hidden in her heart."

"This time, you want to hear her say it herself."

"There is a destiny at play here; this may be the last chance that Heaven is giving you."

Pingxin gave Su Bai a push, shoving him towards the newly opened reincarnation portal:

Go!

"Go and get our sister, that foolish woman who loved you for two lifetimes..."

"Take it home!"