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

On Mount Ling, blood rain fell for seven whole days.

This was not merely a strange phenomenon signifying the fall of a Great Luo Golden Immortal; it seemed more like the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth weeping for the disappearance of a variable. The rain, crimson as blood, carried a profound sense of sorrow, sprinkling across every corner of the primordial wilderness and even seeping into the outer reaches of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

In the Eight Views Palace, the palm-leaf fan in the hand of the Supreme Saint stopped, and the fire in the furnace flickered.

Inside the Jade Void Palace, the Primordial Celestial Venerable frowned, his fingers trembling slightly as he made calculations.

Outside the Purple Cloud Palace, the Tongtian Sect Leader suddenly stood up, his gaze piercing through the chaos, staring intently at the lower realm.

"This aura... could it be that the Great Calamity has erupted prematurely?"

The same thought arose in the minds of the three sages simultaneously. Although the fall of a Great Luo Immortal was accompanied by unusual phenomena, such a grand display of grief that encompassed heaven and earth was something even the fall of a Quasi-Sage might not produce. Unless... some crucial juncture concerning the fate of the primordial world had completely collapsed.

However, this was not the natural beginning of a great calamity, but rather a result of human madness.

The battlefield of Ling Mountain has long since been transformed into a hellish inferno.

The moment Su Bai "fell," the last thread of reason that had bound all the female immortals who had protected him snapped completely.

"kill!"

The Queen Mother of the West, her hair disheveled and her phoenix crown long gone, was no longer the dignified and graceful head of the female immortals, but a killing god who had come from ancient times. The Kunlun Mirror hung above her head, no longer emitting a divine light that could freeze people, but a temporal storm that could destroy everything.

Any Buddha or Arhat struck by the mirror's light would not even have time to scream before their physical body rapidly withered away, and their primordial spirit would instantly be washed away by billions of years of time, turning into ashes.

"I want all of you to be buried with him!"

The Queen Mother of the West's voice was shrill and ghostly. She charged into the Arhat formation, and with a wave of her hand, a vast expanse of icy laws descended. Hundreds of Arhats were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, which she then shattered with a single palm strike, turning them into countless ice shards.

On the other side, the Golden Spirit Mother was even more bloodthirsty.

"Disciples of the Intercepting Sect, heed my command! Today, we will not sheath our swords! We will slaughter Mount Ling!"

The Golden Spirit Mother's flying golden sword was already stained red with Buddha's blood. She rode on the Seven Fragrance Chariot, rampaging through the Buddhist formation. Every swing of her sword carried the most ferocious killing aura of Geng metal. Whether it was a Bodhisattva or a Buddha, anyone who stood in her way was cut in two with a single stroke.

The Three Immortal Maidens summoned the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, causing yellow sand to fill the sky and a howling wind to rise. Any Western followers caught in the formation had their three flowers on their heads instantly severed, their five vital energies in their chests to dissipate in an instant, and they screamed as they turned into mortals, only to be trampled into mincemeat by the chaotic army.

Among this group of crazed female fairies, one figure stands out the most, and is also the most "sorrowful".

Yang Chan.

She didn't hide after leaving with Su Bai; instead, she immediately rejoined the battlefield. She had to act, and act the whole thing!

"Give me back my husband!!"

Yang Chan's eyes were bloodshot, and the Lotus Lantern in her hand erupted with an unprecedented destructive light. The divine artifact originally used to save people had now become the most terrifying weapon of death in her hands.

Wherever the eerie blue light passed, the void collapsed and cause and effect collapsed. She was like a madwoman who had lost her mind, even more desperate than the Queen Mother of the West and the others, completely disregarding her own defense, and every move she made was a suicidal attack.

The Ancient Buddha Dipankara was forced to retreat step by step by her, and two of his twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls were knocked away. He was horrified: "This woman is insane! Utterly insane!"

This battle was extremely brutal.

Although the Western Religion had a profound foundation, it couldn't withstand the reckless onslaught of these quasi-saint level female immortals. Especially when they disregarded cause and effect, disregarded their own safety, and existed solely for the purpose of killing, the destructive power they unleashed was truly terrifying.

In just seven days.

More than half of the three thousand Arhats of Mount Ling were lost, more than thirty of the one hundred and eight Bodhisattvas perished, and even one-third of those who had attained Buddhahood were slaughtered!

The Great Thunder Temple was reduced to half ruins, and the Eight Treasures Merit Pool was stained red with blood. It no longer resembled a sacred Buddhist site.

The Buddha sat serenely on the broken golden lotus, watching this scene, his heart bleeding.

They won against Su Bai, but lost to Ling Shan.

The price is too high.

"That's enough!"

Just as the Queen Mother of the West was preparing to burn her own essence and take Tathagata down with her, Lady Pingxin, who had not made a direct move until now, finally did.

She couldn't watch any longer. If the fighting continued, it wouldn't just be a matter of Mount Ling being destroyed; these female immortals would likely all perish here. Moreover, the Sage had already taken notice of this place, and if the fighting didn't stop, a great terror might befall them.

"boom!"

The phantom of the Six Paths of Reincarnation manifested above Mount Ling, and an irresistible force of reincarnation instantly enveloped the battlefield.

"Follow me, all of you!"

Empress Pingxin's voice carried an undeniable air of authority.

With a flick of her sleeve, she forcibly opened the cycle of reincarnation, and a gentle yet domineering force swept up the bloodthirsty Queen Mother of the West, Jin Ling, the Three Immortals, and others.

"Let me go! I'm going to kill them! I'm going to retrieve his true spirit!" The Queen Mother of the West struggled frantically, but it was all in vain before the power of the Earthly Saint.

"He's gone! Do you want him to die with regrets?!" Pingxin shouted angrily.

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of all the women.

The women froze, their madness turning into endless despair and sorrow.

Taking advantage of this opening, Pingxin forcibly led everyone to smash through the protective array of Mount Ling and escape into the Netherworld.

Yang Chan mingled in the crowd, also putting on an act of being heartbroken and forcibly taken away, but in the instant she lowered her head, a hint of triumphant pleasure flashed in her eyes.

Lingshan is finally quiet.

All that remained were scattered limbs and blood raining down from the sky.

Looking at the devastated temple, Buddha was heartbroken but dared not pursue them. With Lady Pingxin personally leading the group away, even with ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare chase them all the way to the underworld.

However, just when everyone thought the dust had settled.

In the void, a nearly transparent figure slowly emerged.

It is the embodiment of Nuwa.

She looked down at the desolate Ling Mountain, then glanced in the direction the women had gone, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"The performance was quite good. But I'll have to finish it off."

Although Yang Chan's methods were skillful, using the substitute talisman and the Lotus Lantern to deceive everyone, in the eyes of a sage, as long as one is willing to spend the effort to deduce, a trace will eventually be left behind. In particular, the spatial fluctuations of the Lotus Lantern, if the Taiqing Sage insists on investigating, may well discover clues.

If you're going to help, then help to the end.

She took a deep breath, even though her form was already extremely illusory, and even though this wisp of divine consciousness was about to dissipate.

"Enter the Dao through emotion, and seal the heavens with holiness."

With his hands forming a mudra, the last trace of his original holy power within his body burned up without reservation.

A seven-colored halo silently covered the area where Yang Chan had previously cast her spell.

Time seemed to have been erased at this moment.

All traces of the Lotus Lantern's transfer of Su Bai, and all remnants of spatial fluctuations, were completely erased and reshaped under this holy power.

Even if the Dao Ancestor Hongjun himself were to arrive and rewind time, all he would see would be Su Bai shattering completely amidst the blood and light, his true spirit dissipating.

"Little one, this is all I can do for you. The rest... you'd better take care of yourself."

After doing all this, Nuwa's physical form became completely transparent.

She looked up at the Nuwa Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, a hint of longing and relief flashing in her eyes.

"My lord, you have killed me, but you do not know... that the word 'love' can never be severed."

A gentle breeze blew by.

That wisp of divine thought, carrying Nuwa's purest emotions, transformed into countless colorful specks of light, like dazzling fireflies, drifting and swirling through the thirty-three heavens, finally merging into the cold, serene walls of Nuwa's Palace.

At this point, there were no more flaws in Su Bai's "fall".