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

Thirty-three heavens away, Nuwa Palace.

This is a sacred place beyond the Three Realms and Five Elements, where only chaotic energy flows slowly and eternal silence reigns. Yet today, this palace, representing creation and peace, seems to be in the eye of a storm.

In the center of the main hall, on the seven-colored jade throne that symbolized the majesty of a saint, the seven-colored stone used to mend the heavens, which was originally meant to suppress the fortune, was now trembling violently.

"Click—click—"

The sickening cracking sounds continued incessantly. What had originally been just a few fine cracks now resembled some kind of living vine, frantically spreading towards the core. From each crack, pinkish misty light burst forth, a mortal love so intense it could instantly captivate even a Great Immortal.

Within that luminous mist, a phantom yet exquisitely beautiful figure was struggling to "squeeze" out of the stone.

She looks exactly like Nuwa herself, but her temperament is completely different.

Nuwa herself sat high on a cloud bed, her expression compassionate and distant, like a marble statue; while the illusory figure, however, exuded a lively, coquettish charm in her eyes, as well as... an intense, unyielding obsession.

That was one of the three corpses that Nuwa severed—the body of love.

"Seven Steps... You can leave the Seven-Colored Stone Seven Steps now?"

On the cloud bed, Nuwa herself slowly opened her eyes. Those holy eyes, which should have reflected the stars in the heavens, were now filled with undisguised exhaustion and shock.

The illusory figure, barefoot, treads the void step by step, with difficulty yet determination.

One step, two steps... until the seventh step, she stopped. Although her body was still connected by countless chains made of holy power, she had indeed walked out of that cage.

"Nuwa, how long are you going to keep me locked up?!"

The avatar raised its head, its eyes burning with rage as it stared directly at the original body. "He's suffering! He's unconscious in the underworld! His soul is about to shatter! Can't you feel it?!"

"I...can feel it."

Nuwa's voice remained cold and clear, but upon closer listening, one could detect a slight tremor deep within it. "However, he is protected by Pingxin and nurtured by the Six Paths of Reincarnation, so his life is no longer in danger. As a sage, if I were to rashly descend to the mortal realm, it would only disrupt the natural order and bring him even greater calamity."

"Excuses! They're all just excuses!"

She screamed, grabbing the chains with both hands and pulling hard, making a loud clanging sound. "What destiny? What calamity? You're just scared! You're just a coward!"

"You wicked child, cease your nonsense!"

Nuwa herself frowned and waved her hand.

"Boom!"

A magnificent picture unfolds in the void, with mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars, as if containing a real world.

The supreme innate spiritual treasure—the Map of Mountains and Rivers!

"town!"

Nuwa gave a soft shout, and the Map of Mountains and Rivers transformed into a canopy, descending overhead, intending to suppress the restless spirit back into the seven-colored stone.

However, this time, the situation got out of control.

The body was not easily suppressed as usual; instead, it let out a chilling laugh.

"Suppress me? You can suppress me, but can you suppress your own heart?!"

Om-!

As the spirit roared, Nuwa herself felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if someone were cutting her sacred heart with a blunt knife.

The saint's magical power, which had been flowing smoothly, suddenly became slightly stagnant.

The next second, countless sealed memories, like a flood bursting its banks, uncontrollably surfaced before Nuwa's eyes.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, two young figures sat side by side.

"Brother Jiuyin, look at that cloud, doesn't it look like a rabbit?"

"Yes, if we caught it and roasted it, it would definitely taste good."

"Ugh! All you ever think about is eating!"

The girl playfully punched the young man's shoulder, and the young man laughed heartily, taking her hand in the process.

The warmth of that palm, the frequency of that heartbeat, even after billions of years, even across the barrier of saints, remains so clear that it brings tears to one's eyes.

"That is...my memory..." Nuwa's eyes began to glaze over.

"No! Those are our memories!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the map of mountains and rivers paused, Qing Shen suddenly took a step forward, turning it into eight steps!

She stared intently at Nuwa, her voice sharp and mournful:

"You killed me to become a saint. You said that all those below the saint are ants, and that only by being ruthless can the Great Dao be eternal."

"Good, you've done it. You've become the revered Goddess Nuwa, worshipped by all races, and enjoying immeasurable merit."

"But Nuwa..."

Pointing to her tear-streaked face, she asked, word by word:

Are you happy?

"Is this the eternity you wanted? Sitting in a cold, lifeless palace, watching him suffer in the mortal realm, watching other women fight over him, and you... you don't even dare to see him!"

"She doesn't even dare to admit that she loved him!"

"What's the point of such a saint?!"

These words struck Nuwa's heart like a series of heavy hammer blows.

Are you happy?

In all those endless years, besides the tedious meditation and deduction, did she ever really laugh?

Nuwa's body began to tremble, and the light of the Mountain and River Map flickered, a sign that her sacred heart was wavering.

"I...cannot see him."

Nuwa was still making a final struggle. She bit her lip so hard that golden holy blood flowed from it. "The karma I am entangled in is too great. If I see him, it will disrupt his destiny and plunge him into even greater danger..."

"fart!"

Her mind completely collapsed, and she could no longer listen to these high-sounding principles.

"He's about to die! What's the point of talking about fate?!"

"He's suffering and confused right now! He needs someone to be with him, someone to wake him up! You're afraid of this and that, but I'm not!"

"I'm just your lover, I'm just a woman who loves him! I don't have all that grand reasoning!"

He took a deep breath, a resolute madness flashing in his eyes.

"Nuwa, since you dare not meet her, then stay hidden in this shell and remain your saint!"

"You're not going to see him..."

"I'll go see them!!"

"boom--!!!"

With a deafening roar, the seven-colored sky-mending stone that was floating in the air suddenly shattered at that moment!

That wasn't ordinary shattering; it was the burning of one's very essence by the body's passion, forcibly breaking through the saint's seal!

"How dare you?!" Nuwa herself was shocked and tried to stop her.

But it was too late.

A pink streak of light, carrying the shattered fragment of the seven-colored stone, shot out of the gates of Nuwa Palace like a shooting star chasing the moon.

Ignoring the fierce winds of the Thirty-Three Heavens and the distance of space, it headed straight for the primordial wilderness below with an indomitable spirit and a determination to go even if it meant facing a million men!

"Brother Jiuyin...wait for me! I'm coming to find you!"

In the wind, only Qing Shen's tearful yet joyful cries remained.

Inside the Nuwa Palace, Nuwa herself remained frozen in place, her outstretched hand still in the same pose. Watching the departing streak of light, her initial urge to chase after it mysteriously vanished at that moment.

She slowly withdrew her hand and touched her empty chest.

Something seems to be missing there.

But strangely, she felt...

I feel much more relaxed now.

……

at the same time.

East China Sea, Three Immortal Islands.

After the banquet at Yaochi, the Three Immortal Maidens returned here with the Holy Mother Jinling. Although they were back, their hearts were still filled with worry.

Inside the cave, four stunningly beautiful female immortals were gathered around a water mirror, their expressions solemn.

"Big sister, I feel uneasy."

Bixiao paced back and forth in the cave, the golden dragon scissors in her hand opening and closing with a snapping sound, revealing her inner turmoil. "My senior brother has been taken to the underworld by Lady Pingxin for several days now, and there's been no news of him. Although Lady Pingxin is his sister, she's still... a woman! Who knows what might happen?"

"Third Sister, watch your words!" Although Yunxiao scolded her, the worry between her brows could not be concealed. "Empress Pingxin is a saint, and also his own sister, she shouldn't..."

"Can't do what?"

The Golden Spirit Mother, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes. "Pingxin is indeed a saint, but she is also Houtu. Back in the Witch Clan, her relationship with Su Bai was the closest. Now that Su Bai's soul is in chaos, he is at his most vulnerable. It's hard to guarantee that he won't..."

At this point, the Golden Spirit Mother snorted coldly, flipped her hand, and a star talisman that was slightly warm appeared in her palm.

"Moreover, the 'method' I left on him has started to work."

"What?" The three members of the Three Immortals looked over in unison. "Senior Sister, did you leave something on Senior Brother?"

The Golden Spirit Mother nodded confidently: "Of course. He is my disciple, and I'll leave a wisp of stellar essence to protect him (and incidentally, locate him). Is there a problem?"

"this……"

The three immortals exchanged a glance, and Qiongxiao weakly raised her hand: "Actually... I also sewed a Spiritual Connection Spell on his sleeve."

Bixiao chuckled and pulled a small bell from her bosom: "I hung a love bell on his belt."

Yunxiao blushed and whispered, "I hid a wisp of divine thought in his hairpin..."

Good guy!

Everyone's a villain! Everyone's under surveillance!

This is the "sense of security" of the female immortals of the Jie Sect!

"Stop talking nonsense."

The Golden Spirit Mother looked at the increasingly hot talisman in her hand, a sign of Su Bai's intense spiritual fluctuations. "My senses indicate that his condition is very unstable, and he seems to be experiencing some kind of immense pain."

"That woman, Pingxin, might not be someone you can handle at all!"

Golden Spirit Mother suddenly stood up, the Dragon and Tiger Ruyi appeared in her hand, and she released her full power as a quasi-saint at the peak of her cultivation.

"We can't wait any longer!"

"Let's go! To the underworld!"

"VIP!"