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

On Mount Ling, the aura of killing intent soared to the heavens.

The accumulated power of Western religion over tens of thousands of years erupted completely at this moment. The golden bodies of three thousand Arhats burned like round suns hanging in the sky, illuminating the entire Great Thunderclap Temple as if it were a purgatory.

Su Bai stood at the center of the storm. Although he was protected by a group of quasi-saints and powerful figures such as the Queen Mother of the West and the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit, the Buddha Tathagata was now desperate. He used the power of the entire spiritual mountain's veins and even summoned the illusory image of the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit (though incomplete, it was still a treasure) used by the Western Sect to suppress fortune, determined to keep Su Bai here.

"Su Bai! You have destroyed the foundation of my West! Even if a sage were to come today, he could not save you!"

The Buddha's face was contorted, devoid of any compassion, only displaying a desperate madness. He raised one hand to the sky, a gigantic golden palm that blotted out the sun, carrying the karmic force of the entire Western world, and slammed down fiercely towards Su Bai.

This palm strike is called "Cessation of Cause and Effect".

There is no way to avoid it, no way to escape it.

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

Su Bai's eyes burned with fighting spirit. If it were a hundred years ago, he might have had no choice but to flee in the face of this palm strike. But now, he was retracing the path of time in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool. Although his cultivation was only that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, his understanding of the Great Dao of Time had reached a state of perfection.

He pushed aside the Golden Spirit Mother who was protecting him, and instead of retreating, he advanced. The Ancestral Witch Dharma Image behind him appeared and disappeared. He threw a punch, and the flow of time around him stopped instantly, and then flowed back wildly.

Time is like a knife, cutting through everything!

When fists and palms collided, there was no earth-shattering roar, only a muffled hum, like a sigh at the beginning of time.

Immediately afterwards, spacetime shattered.

"puff--"

Su Bai's body trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood.

Ultimately, it was a difference in cultivation level, and since this was the main arena of Mount Ling, the backlash of causal power relentlessly ravaged his physical body along the timeline. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a golden dragon pillar in the Great Hall of the Heroes before falling into the ruins of rubble.

"My husband!"

"My disciple!"

The Queen Mother of the West and the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit were furious and were about to rush over to help, but they were stopped by the Ancient Buddha of the Burning Lamp and Maitreya Buddha.

"Your opponents are us!" Dipankara Buddha was also fighting desperately at this moment, using the twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls to manifest the heavens and hold back the Queen Mother of the West.

The battlefield was in complete chaos, filled with deafening shouts of battle.

Deep within the chaotic crowd, an inconspicuous figure in a gray robe was staring intently at the figure coughing up blood in the ruins.

That's Yang Chan.

Her hands were hidden in her sleeves, her nails digging deep into her flesh, blood dripping from her fingertips and staining her cuffs red, but she was completely unaware.

She watched as the Queen Mother of the West fought against Dipankara for Su Bai, watched the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit slay an Arhat for Su Bai, and watched Su Bai risk his life to infiltrate this den of dragons and tigers for that woman named Xuanming, even when he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, his eyes still held an untamed spirit.

Why...?

Yang Chan's eyes were empty and deep, and she murmured to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear, "Why do you all have to force him? Why do you have to put him in this desperate situation?"

In her eyes, everything before her was distorted.

In her eyes, those women who risked their lives for Su Bai were no longer comrades-in-arms, but rather the ones who pushed Su Bai into the abyss.

If it weren't to save Xuanming, why would he have come to Mount Ling?

If the Queen Mother of the West and her followers hadn't made such a big show of demanding people, why would the Western Sect have launched such a frantic counterattack?

"It's all your fault...it's all your fault that he was ruined..."

A sickly crimson glint flashed in Yang Chan's eyes, and the Lotus Lantern in her hand trembled wildly in her sleeve. The originally holy light now shone with an eerie, ghostly blue.

"This world is too dangerous... Mount Ling is dangerous, the Heavenly Court is dangerous, and even these women who claim to love him only bring him danger."

"just me……"

Yang Chan's lips slowly curled into a chilling smile. "Only I can truly protect him. Only my Peach Blossom Paradise is absolutely safe."

"My husband, come with me. Let's leave behind all this karma and this primordial world."

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Su Bai, who was struggling to stand up from the ruins.

At this moment, Buddha was preparing to deliver the final blow and completely eliminate this major threat.

"Now!"

The madness in Yang Chan's eyes finally erupted.

Without any hesitation, she crushed the prepared substitute talisman with her left hand and pushed the Lotus Lantern to its limit with her right hand.

"Stealing the heavens and changing the sun, sacrificing blood for the universe!"

Meanwhile, in the void surrounding Mount Ling.

A figure that had been lying in wait for a long time was watching all of this with great interest.

It was Nuwa's spirit body that had escaped from Nuwa's palace.

She intended to help Su Bai, but she keenly sensed the strange fluctuations emanating from Yang Chan's side. As the embodiment of a saint's emotions, she was most sensitive to such obsessions and madness.

"Oh? This little girl does have some guts."

With a quick glance, Qing Shen instantly discerned Yang Chan's plan.

To create the illusion of his death, take advantage of the chaos to abduct Su Bai, and keep her as a mistress from then on?

"This idea... suits me perfectly."

She covered her mouth and chuckled softly, a sly glint in her eyes.

If Su Bai were still alive in the eyes of the world, there would be far too many people watching him. Pingxin, the Queen Mother of the West, Jinling... which one of them isn't a troublesome opponent?

But what if Su Bai "dies"?

If everyone in the world believes that he has perished, then in this vast world, wouldn't only Yang Chan... and myself be the only ones who know his whereabouts?

Although Yang Chan has some skills, she's still too green to try and pull off a trick right under the nose of a Quasi-Saint like Tathagata.

"Since we are destined to meet, I will lend you a hand."

Nuwa flicked her fingertips, and a wisp of seven-colored holy light containing the power of creation silently merged into the array activated by Yang Chan.

This wisp of holy power not only reinforced the realism of the illusion, but also instantly erased the fluctuations of spatial transfer using the laws of a saint.

Unless it is the Dao Ancestor Hongjun himself who comes, even a saint would find it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake at first glance!

"boom--!!!"

Just as the Buddha's second palm was about to strike.

A crimson beam of light, so intense it was almost blinding, shot into the sky without warning from the ruins where Su Bai was.

The beam of light was so thick that it pierced through the protective array of Mount Ling and shot straight into the thirty-third heaven.

"This is……"

The Buddha's movements suddenly froze, and his heart pounded wildly.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely desolate atmosphere swept across the entire prehistoric world.

Heaven and earth are sad!

The once snow-covered Ling Mountain was now suddenly drenched in a light, blood-red rain. The howling wind seemed to echo the wailing of countless wronged souls.

This is a unique phenomenon of the fall of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Moreover, judging from the scale of this event, it is no ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal. It is the kind of thing that would cause the heavens and earth to weep in grief when a person with great merit and great fortune falls!

"My husband!!!"

A piercing scream tore through the battlefield.

The Queen Mother of the West turned around abruptly, her pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

Within the crimson pillar of light, Su Bai's figure was slowly rising.

But his current state is terrifying.

His body was like a shattered piece of porcelain, covered with countless cracks, from which golden divine blood gushed out, turning into a rain of blood.

"Su Bai?!"

The Golden Spirit Mother's flying golden sword fell to the ground with a clang, and she stood there stunned as if struck by lightning.

"No...it's impossible..."

The three goddesses of Sanxiao were deathly pale, and Bixiao collapsed to the ground, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Under everyone's gaze, "Su Bai" in the pillar of light struggled to raise his head and look in the direction of the women, as if he wanted to say something, but his lips moved but no sound came out.

next moment.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound.

Su Bai's body was completely shattered under the impact of the crimson pillar of light, turning into dust that dissipated into the world along with his true spirit aura.

Even the aura of the magical artifacts he carried with him vanished under this destructive power.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The once deafening battle cries of Mount Ling were now so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Whether it was the Jie Sect immortals who were fighting desperately or the Western Buddhas who were bloodthirsty, they all remained frozen in place, maintaining their attack postures.

They've fallen?

Su Bai, who stirred up the winds and clouds of the Three Realms, was the Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin in his previous life, and in this life he made the Western Sect run wild, just like that... died.

"No--!!!"

The Queen Mother of the West let out a mournful cry like the lament of a cuckoo, and rushed towards the dissipating pillar of blood-red light without regard for anything else.

She reached out to grab it, but only managed to grasp a handful of blood.

"This can't be real...this can't be real!"

With her hair disheveled and looking like a madwoman, the Queen Mother of the West had lost all semblance of the majesty of the head of the female immortals. She frantically activated the Kunlun Mirror, trying to reverse time and space and find a trace of Su Bai's true spirit.

However, the Kunlun Mirror was completely silent; that familiar figure had vanished entirely from the river of time.

"My disciple..."

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit knelt on both knees, her hands gripping the scorched earth tightly, her nails cracked and bleeding profusely. She simply could not accept that Su Bai, who had just been so spirited and said "thank you for the medicine" in front of all the gods and Buddhas, had turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

"It's my fault... If we hadn't pushed him so hard, the Western Sect wouldn't have done such a thing..." Yunxiao muttered to himself, his Dao heart nearly collapsing at this moment.

And the one who started all of this was Yang Chan.

He was huddled at the very back of the crowd, his face as pale as paper, but his eyes were gleaming with a heart-stopping ecstasy.

Just now, at the instant the crimson pillar of light erupted, under the cover of Nuwa's holy power, the real Su Bai was forcibly captured by the Lotus Lantern and sent into the Peach Blossom Paradise she carried with her.

That shattered "Su Bai" was nothing more than a substitute talisman combined with an illusion created by her expending her life essence.

"It's a success...it's really a success..."

Yang Chan clutched the Lotus Lantern tightly in her sleeve, her body trembling slightly from excessive excitement and tension.

"From now on, you belong to me alone."

"No one can take you away from me again, no one..."

On the high platform.

The Buddha remained in that clapping pose, staring blankly at the gradually dissipating blood light.

He was stunned.

died?

really dead?

Although he did have murderous intent just now, and although that palm strike "Cause and Effect Annihilation" was indeed incredibly powerful, he knew in his heart that the palm strike hadn't been fully landed!

Logically speaking, given Su Bai's endless stream of tricks and the unpredictable nature of the Great Dao of Time, he shouldn't be this fragile.

How did it... explode?

"Could it be that the backlash from cause and effect is too intense?"

The Buddha withdrew his hand, looking at the trace of blood remaining in his palm, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

This blood energy indeed contained Su Bai's aura, and even contained a trace of the unique baleful aura of the Ancestral Witch; it was undeniable.

Moreover, the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth wailing was a response from the heavens, and it could not be faked unless a sage intervened to conceal the secrets of heaven.

"It's better that he's dead..."

The Buddha took a deep breath. Although he felt something was amiss, he felt a great sense of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

With Su Bai dead, the biggest threat to the Western Cult will be eliminated. Although a century of investment has gone down the drain, and the reputation of the Western Cult may be damaged, compared to the fear of being constantly plotted against and potentially destroyed, this outcome is... barely acceptable.

"Amitabha."

The Buddha uttered a Buddhist chant, his voice tinged with a hint of compassion (crocodile tears), "Venerable Su was stubbornly deluded and died as a result of karmic retribution; this is truly the will of Heaven. Well said, well said."

To the Queen Mother of the West and the others, this "Excellent" sounded like the most vicious curse.

"Buddha!"

The Queen Mother of the West suddenly turned around, her eyes bloodshot, and a chilling aura erupted from her body, freezing even the space around her, creating cracks in the air.

"Today, I will make you all, from the entire Ling Mountain, pay for his grave!"

"kill!"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirits gripped the flying golden sword once more. This time, there was no restraint in her sword; it was a true killing intent capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Su Bai's "fall" did not quell the great battle; instead, it ignited the most intense hatred in the hearts of the women.

However, no matter how drastic the outside world may be, no matter how the primordial chaos may be shaken.

The "instigator," the man who was thought to have turned to ashes, was now lying quietly in a secluded little world filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, completely unaware of what was happening.