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

The deepest secret chamber of the Holy Mother Palace is located in the belly of Mount Hua.

This place has been isolated by numerous restrictions, turning it into another world. A suffocating sense of oppression permeates the air. The once sacred Lotus Lantern now floats in mid-air, emitting a deep, almost inky blue light, like an eye leading to an endless abyss.

Yang Chan sat cross-legged under the lamp, her face as pale as paper, her long hair cascading loosely over her shoulders. Her ten fingers continued to form incantations, feeding the completely transformed divine lamp with her pure magical power and even her very essence.

"call……"

She exhaled a breath of stale air, looking at the increasingly realistic "idyllic paradise" in the lamplight, a morbid satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

almost.

That world that belonged only to the two of them, that perfect world without strife, without demons, and without those beautiful women, was about to be completed.

Just then, a faint wisp of light pierced through the layers of restrictions and landed in her hand. It was the latest message from her informant planted outside.

Yang Chan casually crushed the spiritual light and read the information within it.

The next moment, she froze.

The air in the sealed room seemed to freeze, and even the dim blue light stopped flickering.

"Lingshan... a hundred years of quiet cultivation... the attainment of Arhatship..."

Yang Chan muttered to herself, her voice dry and hoarse, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.

For him, she worked day and night here to refine the "love nest," even at the cost of damaging her Dao foundation.

And what about him?

He actually ran off to the West! He ran off to that sacred mountain full of bald monks!

"ha……"

A very short and strange laugh squeezed out from deep in Yang Chan's throat.

Followed by.

"Hahaha...hahahaha!!!"

The laughter grew louder and sharper, eventually turning into a hysterical, manic outburst. The laughter echoed through the enclosed room, crashing against the walls, sending chills down one's spine.

Yang Chan laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, tears streaming down her face.

"Excellent! Excellent is this quiet meditation on Mount Ling! Excellent is this attainment of Arhatship!"

She abruptly raised her head, her once clear and bright eyes now filled with madness and crimson. She stared intently into the void, as if she could see the figure of that unfaithful man.

"Su Bai! Husband! You forced me to do this!"

"I originally planned to wait for you to come back and then slowly coax you into coming here. But since you like to run around so much, and since you'd rather become a monk than return to Mount Hua..."

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

boom!

Yang Chan's aura suddenly erupted, and a resolute and insane will instantly filled the entire secret room.

She no longer held back her magical power, her hands forming hand seals so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

"Refine it for me!!"

She bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the Lotus Lantern.

"Buzz—!!!"

Nourished by its master's blood essence, the Lotus Lantern emitted an excited tremor, and its deep blue light instantly surged, becoming even deeper and darker, as if it wanted to devour all the light around it.

The "Peach Blossom Paradise" within the lamp wick solidified rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The green mountains became precipitous, the clear waters became deep and secluded, and around the exquisite bamboo house, thorny vines sprouted in circles and bloomed with bewitching blood-red flowers.

This is a perfect prison, a hell in the name of love.

"Since you've gone to Mount Ling..."

Yang Chan gazed at the dim, abyss-like light, a chilling smirk playing on her lips:

"Then I will grant your wish."

"I will let the entire prehistoric world know that Emperor Gouchen, Su Bai, achieved 'enlightenment' at Mount Ling, and then... passed away!"

Only the dead are spared the attention of those annoying women.

Only the dead can truly disappear from this chaotic and primordial world.

To achieve this goal, she needs a perfect "substitute".

"puff!"

Yang Chan's eyes hardened, and she actually stretched out her right hand and forcefully stabbed it into her left chest!

She let out a muffled groan, her face instantly turning deathly pale, but she didn't even flinch.

When she withdrew her hand, there was a ball of vital essence in her palm, still pulsating and radiating a rich life force!

This was her life essence, the core source of power for a quasi-saint. Losing this portion would cost her at least ten thousand years of cultivation!

But she doesn't care.

"With blood as ink, with the soul as the guide..."

Despite the excruciating pain, Yang Chan used her trembling right hand fingers to dip into the blood essence and begin drawing an unprecedentedly complex talisman in the void.

This talisman was not inherited from the goddess Nuwa, but rather it was a combination of the Yang family's ability to see through illusions with the unorthodox method she comprehended under extreme obsession—the Deceitful Substitute Talisman!

With each stroke of the brush, a sound of ghostly wails and divine howls would echo in the void.

Crimson runes twisted and intertwined in the air, emitting a nauseating stench of blood and a strange fluctuation of the law of deception.

For a full three hours.

When the last stroke was made, Yang Chan collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, without even the strength to move a finger.

Before her floated a blood-stained talisman, radiating an ominous aura.

This talisman itself has no offensive power, but it has an extremely powerful function - it can perfectly simulate the terrifying phenomenon of heaven and earth mourning and the body perishing when a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal or even an early Quasi-Saint falls short of its power within a short period of time after activation!

The illusions of aura, magical power fluctuations, and even the collapse of the soul are enough to fool the real thing, and even a saint would find it difficult to distinguish them without careful examination!

"Ahem... It worked..."

Yang Chan looked at the talisman and revealed a weak yet crazed smile.

Next, it's time to see how to use this trump card.

Two plans quickly came to mind.

"Plan one: wait for the right opportunity."

"Didn't Lingshan say you were going to meditate for a hundred years? Fine, then I'll wait for you for a hundred years."

"When your hundred-year term is over and you are ready to 'emerge from seclusion,' I will lie in wait on the outskirts of Mount Ling and activate this talisman."

"At that time, the entire prehistoric world will witness that at the crucial moment when you are about to attain enlightenment, due to the influence of your 'inner demons,' you will fail in your tribulation, die, and vanish without a trace!"

"Those bald monks on Mount Ling will definitely say it's because your karma is too heavy, just to save face. And I can take you away quietly while everyone thinks you're dead."

Yang Chan licked her chapped lips, her eyes gleaming.

But soon, she shook her head again.

"No, a hundred years is too long. I can't wait that long."

"Moreover, the Queen Mother of the West and the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit will never let you stay peacefully on Mount Ling for a hundred years."

"They will definitely demand the people back, and there will definitely be a conflict with Lingshan."

Thinking of this, Yang Chan's eyes shone even brighter, and an even more insane and perfect "Plan Two" took shape in her mind.

"Chaos...yes, I need chaos."

"When those women storm Mount Ling, and when the Taoist and Buddhist sects are locked in a fierce battle, that will be the perfect time for me to make my move!"

"I can hide in the shadows, fan the flames, and make the situation completely spiral out of control."

"Then, when both sides were fighting most fiercely and had no time to spare..."

Yang Chan's fingers gently stroked the blood-red talisman, her voice low and sinister:

"Activate the Substitute Talisman to create the illusion that you were 'accidentally' killed in the chaos of battle!"

"At that time, the Queen Mother of the West and her allies will go crazy, and Mount Ling will be in complete chaos."

"And amidst the boundless divine light and chaotic laws..."

Yang Chan raised her head and looked at the Lotus Lantern floating in the air. The eerie blue light shone on her face, making one half of her face look like a fierce ghost, while the other half of her face had an eerie holiness and gentleness.

"I can use the primordial light of the Lotus Lantern to stealthily steal your true form and pull you directly into my 'Peach Blossom Paradise'!"

"From this day forward, the ancient world will never again see Emperor Gouchen Su Bai."

"Only in my paradise, there is that 'husband' who will always be with me, who can never go anywhere else!"

This plan is perfect.

She exploited everyone's weaknesses and all the conflicts to ultimately achieve her selfish desires.

Yang Chan struggled to her feet and walked step by step toward the Lotus Lantern.

She reached out her hands and gently cupped the cold, dim lamp in her hands, as if she were holding her most cherished lover.

She pressed her face against the lamp's wall, sensing the world within that was nearing completion. Her eyes grew increasingly hazy, and her voice, gentle as if it could drip water, yet also carried a suffocating madness and obsession.

"My husband, soon..."

"We'll be together forever!"