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

The scene within the water mirror trembled, as if even that ancient world could not bear the battle between these two colossal beings.

High above, billowing demonic clouds and boundless golden light clashed violently. It was a head-on collision between the body of Yinglong and the true form of Wuzhiqi. Each impact caused the waters of the Huai River to surge back three thousand feet, as if the sky itself were being torn apart.

This battle eclipsed the sun and moon, and caused the stars to fall.

Wuzhiqi's crimson monkey eyes were filled with savagery and cunning. Although he was the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey, one of the Four Chaotic Monkeys, who understood Yin and Yang, knew human affairs, was good at entering and leaving, and could avoid death and prolong life, he was unable to defeat the Yinglong in front of him, which was not a direct descendant of the Four Seas Dragon Clan, in a direct confrontation.

"Su Bai! You are a dragon, yet you willingly serve as a lackey of the human race and the Heavenly Court! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

Wuzhiqi roared angrily, holding a steel rod in his hand, one of the prototypes of the Great Yu's later Sea-Stabilizing Needle. He stirred up the wind and clouds of heaven and earth, carrying the power of the Huai River, and smashed it down on Su Bai.

Su Bai, in his transformed form as Yinglong, neither dodged nor evaded. With a flap of his wings, a dragon's roar resounded throughout the Three Realms. It was no ordinary dragon's roar, but a roar imbued with the majesty of the ancient dragon race. Golden dragon claws reached out and actually caught the blow that was powerful enough to shatter mountains.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the void collapsed.

The two sides were deadlocked, neither able to gain the upper hand.

However, Wuzhiqi was, after all, a demon king who had entrenched himself in the Huai River for many years, and he was ruthless and vicious. Seeing that Su Bai possessed great supernatural powers and a strong physical body, he knew that if this dragged on, he would surely be defeated once Yu the Great was free to deal with him or other reinforcements from the Heavenly Court arrived.

"Hmph, stubborn fool! Since you care so much about these ants, then I'll grant your wish!"

A wicked glint flashed in Wuzhiqi's eyes, and he retreated a thousand feet. But he did not flee; instead, he frantically formed hand seals and chanted incantations, causing the raging Huai River behind him to boil instantly.

The water that had been suppressed by Su Bai and Yu the Great now seemed like a mad beast. Instead of attacking Su Bai, it changed direction and transformed into thousands of ferocious water dragons, rushing towards the human tribes of the Southern Continent, which had already become a swamp!

At that moment, the floodwaters poured down as if the sky had collapsed.

In the human tribes below, only the elderly, weak, women and children trembled in fear. Their only support was the dikes built of flesh and blood, but in the face of the great demon king Wuzhiqi's magic, those dikes were as fragile as paper.

"not good!"

Outside the Water Mirror, inside the Fire Cloud Cave, the Yellow Emperor watched with eyes wide with rage.

In the Heavenly Court, all the immortals and gods exclaimed in surprise.

This is a calculated, open strategy!

A blatant conspiracy!

If Su Bai were to return to defend and rescue people, he would inevitably expose his back to Wuzhiqi, which would be a fatal weakness; if Su Bai chose to protect himself and continue to pursue Wuzhiqi, then hundreds of thousands of human people below would instantly become food for fish and turtles.

In the cruel survival rules of the primordial world, the vast majority of cultivators would choose to sacrifice their fellow cultivators rather than themselves.

However, the Yinglong in the picture did not hesitate at all.

hold head high--!!

A mournful and stirring dragon roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Su Bai's enormous dragon body suddenly turned around, abandoning its defense against Wuzhiqi, and instead bearing the brunt of Wuzhiqi's imminent aura lock-on with its back. It spread its wings, blotting out the sky, and its massive body stretched across the human tribe like a majestic Great Wall.

His internal magical power burned wildly, recklessly pouring into the earth's water veins below.

"Certainly!!"

Su Bai spoke the truth and used his body as a shield, forcefully blocking the thousands of raging water dragons in front of him.

Rumble!

The raging flood crashed against Yinglong's back, Su Bai's scales flew off, and golden dragon blood rained down like a storm, but he remained like a nail, firmly nailed to the void, not retreating even half a step!

The floodwaters below have been stopped! Humanity has been saved!

But at that very moment, Wuzhiqi's chilling, maniacal laughter exploded behind Su Bai.

"Fool! Since you want to die, then I'll send you on your way!"

No miracle occurred; Wuzhiqi's staff, imbued with all of his demonic power, struck Su Bai's already injured back squarely.

Click!

That was the sound of the dragon bone breaking, clear and piercing, which spread throughout the entire An Tian Assembly through the water mirror.

Su Bai's massive dragon body trembled violently, and the blood he spat out stained half the sky red. This attack nearly broke his spine and destroyed his life force.

However, just as Wuzhiqi thought victory was assured and was about to step forward to finish off the dragon soul, Su Bai, who should have been seriously injured and on the verge of death, suddenly turned around.

In those golden dragon eyes burned the last flame of life, devoid of fear, only resolute determination.

"You...stay too!"

Using the force of his severe injury, Su Bai turned around and, with a claw that had been gathering power for a long time, fiercely grabbed Wuzhiqi's chest with the momentum of mutual destruction.

This attack not only contained all of Yinglong's divine power, but also included the terrifying burst of power that Su Bai gained by burning his divine soul.

puff!

Wuzhiqi's supposedly indestructible demon body was torn apart by this claw, and his beating heart was almost ripped out.

"Aaaaah! You're insane! You're a lunatic!"

Wuzhiqi let out a piercing scream; he was terrified.

He wanted to dominate the region, but he wanted to live even more. Faced with such a reckless madman, he was terrified. Ignoring his severe injuries, Wuzhiqi transformed into a streak of black light, instantly using his supernatural powers to escape back into the depths of the Huai River, hiding among his countless clones, never daring to show his face again.

The great battle has ended.

Only the mournful sound of the wind and the torrential rain remained between heaven and earth.

At the An Tian Conference, there was a deathly silence.

All the immortals and Buddhas fell silent.

Those gods who usually live high and mighty, enjoying the offerings of incense and prayers from the mortal world, and who constantly talk about cause and effect and karma, and how to protect themselves, now felt a burning pain on their faces.

ashamed!

I am so ashamed I could disappear!

Many of them hold divine positions in Heaven, supposedly protecting all living beings. However, when faced with real calamities, they often weigh the pros and cons, and some even desert their posts.

And what about Su Bai?

In that lifetime, he held no divine position, not even a proper Dragon King. All his deeds brought him no merit or glory, and he even had to bear the karma of the dragon race.

But for those unfamiliar human ants, for the so-called "order of heaven and earth," he unhesitatingly turned his back to the enemy and left the hope of life to the common people.

"Amitabha……"

Even on the Western side, several bodhisattvas couldn't help but murmur Buddhist chants, their faces showing deep emotion. Regardless of their stance, such a fearless spirit of sacrifice is enough to move any practitioner.

The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas were already sobbing uncontrollably. As they watched the blood-covered figure slowly falling in the scene, their hearts were filled with pride and sorrow.

That's their uncle! The backbone of the dragon race!

In contrast, these younger generations are scheming against each other for such petty gains, and even want to expel this ancestor from the dragon clan. They are utterly despicable!

In the scene, Su Bai's body falls from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

His life force was exhausted, his dragon bones were shattered, and his soul was on the verge of collapse due to the burning and Wuzhiqi's heavy blow.

"Is it about to perish...?"

The Jade Emperor muttered to himself, his heart filled with mixed emotions. If he had known Su Bai had such merits in his past life, he would never have allowed things to develop to the point where he had to execute him. Such loyal and courageous men were exactly what the Heavenly Court needed most right now!

However, just as Su Bai's dragon body was about to fall into the East China Sea, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, Su Bai's disintegrating soul emitted its last ray of light, and then, to everyone's astonishment, the powerful soul cracked in two!

A portion of the soul, carrying most of the original power, was in a daze, as if drawn by some force, and flew straight towards the underworld.

The other part of the soul, though incomplete and weak, carried a trace of Su Bai's obsession and remaining spiritual consciousness, and drifted towards the depths of the East Sea, disappearing into the vast waves.

The scene gradually dimmed, as if the memories of this life had come to an end.

Everyone thought it was over.

All the gods lamented the tragic fall of Yinglong.

But at that moment, Zhang Daoling, who had been silent and had a gloomy look in his eyes, suddenly flashed a sharp light.

He stared intently at the two separated souls, as if he had grasped some extremely crucial clue, a cold and triumphant smile curving his lips.

"No! Great Celestial Venerable, fellow immortals, hold your sighs!"

Zhang Daoling's voice rang out abruptly, interrupting the gods' contemplation.

He took a step forward, pointing to the final scene of the separation of soul and spirit in the water mirror, his voice rising several octaves, carrying an unwavering certainty of having seen through the secrets of heaven:

"Look, everyone! This demonic dragon's soul has split into two parts!"

"Some went to the underworld, and some went to the East Sea!"

"If I'm not mistaken, the python demon we saw in Yang Chan's previous life, and the young dragon under the Golden Spirit Mother's seat, were both reincarnations of remnant souls that flew to the underworld!"

"Because his soul was incomplete, he degenerated from an Yinglong into a serpent, which is why his cultivation level is so low!"

At this point, Zhang Daoling turned to look at the Jade Emperor, then glanced at the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas whose faces were grim, and finally fixed his gaze on the image in the water mirror, saying each word slowly and deliberately:

"But... what about the other half of the soul that flew to the East Sea?"

"Where did that half of the soul, carrying its obsessions and consciousness, go? And what did it reincarnate into?"

"The karma of this wicked dragon is probably not over yet!"

Zhang Daoling took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and said sharply:

"Continue the investigation! That other half of the soul definitely holds the true, grave sins of this wicked dragon!"