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

With Zhang Daoling's sharp shout, the atmosphere inside the Lingxiao Palace became extremely tense once again.

All the immortals and gods were fixed on the enormous water mirror in mid-air. As if in response to Zhang Tianshi's prediction, the originally seamless scene was now split in two, like a torn silk painting, each depicting the completely different destinies of the two divine souls.

In the image on the left, the divine soul, carrying most of the original power, was in a daze and, guided by the laws of the underworld, went straight into the netherworld.

The scene shifted rapidly; the soul didn't linger long at the Bridge of Helplessness before being plunged into the Well of Reincarnation. Immediately afterward, the scene flashed to a young snake hatching from its shell, struggling to survive in the mountains and forests, eventually transforming into a young dragon and being taken back to Penglai Island by the Golden Spirit Mother…

"Just as I expected!"

Zhang Daoling stroked his beard and sneered, his eyes full of smug satisfaction at having uncovered the mystery: "Please look, everyone. What is shown on the left side of the screen is the 'second life' that we saw before! Because his soul was incomplete and he lost the most crucial wisp of original spiritual consciousness, although he joined the Jie Sect in that life, he was mentally incomplete and even somewhat dull, and in the end, he could not escape death."

Upon hearing this, all the immortals nodded in understanding.

They had been wondering why Su Bai, who was a dragon capable of fighting Wuzhiqi in his previous life, would become such a weak young dragon in his reincarnation. The reason was that his soul was incomplete!

"And... what about the other half?"

The Jade Emperor frowned, his gaze involuntarily shifting to the water mirror on his right.

Compared to the left-hand scene where the ending is already known, the biggest suspense at this moment is where the wisp of Su Bai's obsession and remaining consciousness on the right-hand side has gone.

In the scene, the wisp of soul appeared exceptionally weak, like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any moment, drifting on the vast and boundless waves of the East China Sea. It had no direction, no purpose, but simply followed its instincts, drifting towards places rich in spiritual energy.

After an unknown amount of time, a large expanse of misty, ethereal fog suddenly appeared on the sea ahead.

A myriad of rays of light and auspicious clouds filled the air. Three celestial islands, arranged in a triangular formation, emerged faintly from the depths of the clouds, resembling a paradise isolated from all the clamor and carnage of the primordial world.

Seeing this familiar scene, Zhao Gongming, who was originally feeling sorry for the Golden Spirit Mother, suddenly froze.

His eyes widened, and he subconsciously scratched his head, a strange look appearing on his rough, dark face.

"Why does this place look so familiar?"

Zhao Gongming muttered to himself, but his heart skipped a beat. Wasn't this the Three Immortals Island?

That was the sacred ground of his three younger sisters—Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao!

How did this wretched soul of the evil dragon end up here?

A strange premonition welled up in Zhao Gongming's heart. He subconsciously turned his head to glance at Yang Jian in the distance, only to see the Erlang Shen standing upright like a javelin, staring expressionlessly at the water mirror. Zhao Gongming swallowed hard, quickly turning his head back, silently praying: Don't cause trouble, please don't cause trouble!

However, what you fear most is what happens.

In the scene, Su Bai's remnant soul seemed to be summoned by some powerful force, and it actually passed through the layers of protective formations around the Three Immortals Island, heading straight towards the Three Immortals Cave in the center of the island.

Inside the cave, there was a hidden paradise.

A female immortal, dressed in a plain white robe with cloud patterns, sat cross-legged on a futon. She was stunningly beautiful, with a cool and noble air, like the bright moon in the heavens, untouched by the dust and grime of the mortal world.

She was none other than Yunxiao Niangniang, the leader of the Three Immortals of the Jie Sect.

At this moment, Yunxiao's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her hands were constantly changing hand seals as she was concentrating on refining a magic weapon.

Before her floated the corpses of two dragons, radiating terrifying malevolent energy. These were two ancient Yin dragons that had committed numerous evil deeds in ancient times. After being slain by the Tongtian Sect Master, they were given by the Three Immortals to be forged into protective treasures.

"Two dragons slash together, yin and yang intertwine... Rise!"

Yunxiao gave a soft shout, and his magical power surged. The two dragon corpses intertwined and coiled in the air, head to tail, gradually merging into the prototype of a strangely shaped, murderous golden dragon scissors.

However, although this magical artifact possessed an astonishingly malevolent aura, it ultimately lacked a trace of spirituality.

Even with Yunxiao's own blood and essence nourishing them, the resentment of these two Yin Dragons was still too heavy, making it difficult for them to truly control each other, let alone give birth to the legendary "spirit".

"Is it still not working?"

Yunxiao sighed, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

Just then, Su Bai's wisp of remnant soul, seemingly attracted by the kinship aura on the Golden Dragon Scissors, or perhaps by the pull of fate, somehow managed to pass through the cave's restrictions and crash headlong into the Golden Dragon Scissors that were being refined!

Om-! ! !

In an instant, the Golden Dragon Scissors, which had been lifeless and menacing, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling golden light.

The two intertwined dragon corpses seemed to come alive, letting out a clear and stirring dragon roar, and the original black and red evil aura was instantly replaced by a layer of holy golden light.

The soul of the Yinglong dragon has taken over the body of the Jiaolong!

Su Bai's remnant soul was a meritorious soul that protected all living beings and died fighting valiantly. It was extremely strong and yang, which perfectly restrained and neutralized the yin energy of the two ancient yin dragons.

As the light faded, a brand-new pair of golden dragon scissors floated in the air.

At the handle of the scissors, a phantom yet extremely handsome young man slowly emerged. He was clad in golden armor, his brows carrying a hint of languor and naivety, and he gently landed on Yunxiao's palm.

Spirit of the artifact, Su Bai!

"This is……"

Yunxiao in the scene was also stunned. She looked at the magical artifact in her hand that had suddenly been transformed, and the handsome spirit attached to the artifact that was curiously looking at her. On her usually cold and aloof face, a rare look of surprise and...shyness appeared?

"Whoosh—!!"

At this moment, the Antian Conference was in complete chaos.

All the gods looked as if they had seen a ghost, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"The Golden Dragon Scissors?! That's actually the origin of the Golden Dragon Scissors?!"

Taibai Jinxing nearly dropped his whisk in shock, stammering, "Legend has it... the Golden Dragon Scissors were a supreme weapon bestowed by the Sage Tongtian, renowned for their ferocity during the Investiture of the Gods, severing the magical bodies of countless Chan Sect immortals... I never imagined that the spirit of these Golden Dragon Scissors would be Su Bai?!"

"How is this possible?!"

Nezha jumped up from his chair, pointed at the water mirror, and shouted, "I've seen that golden dragon with its hair-cutting sword back in the day, it was really fierce! But I've never heard of this thing having a spirit, let alone a male one?!"

"His soul was split in two, one half reincarnated as a disciple, the other half transformed into a weapon spirit... Is Su Bai truly going to wipe out all the goddesses and immortals of the Jie Sect in one fell swoop?"

Even the Buddha, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, couldn't help but twitch his lips and his eyes became somewhat strange. This cause and effect was far too complicated.

The one who reacted the most was Zhao Gongming.

When he saw Su Bai transformed into a spirit, obediently nestled in Yunxiao's palm, and even rub her head against Yunxiao's fingers, Zhao Gongming was completely taken aback.

"Holy crap!"

Zhao Gongming slapped his thigh and, disregarding the occasion, blurted out a curse.

Long-forgotten memories flashed through his mind like lightning.

He remembered!

No wonder!

No wonder that ever since the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, his three younger sisters, who were supposed to take up their posts in heaven, always made excuses to go into seclusion and rarely went out, so that even he, their elder brother, rarely got to see them.

He occasionally visited the Three Immortal Islands and saw Sister Yunxiao sitting alone on the edge of the cliff several times, holding the Golden Dragon Scissors in her hand, talking to herself in the air. Sometimes she smiled gently, and sometimes she frowned, her expression just like a girl who was deeply in love.

At the time, he was puzzled, wondering if his sister had gone mad from practicing alchemy, as she was talking to a pair of scissors.

He remembered one time when Bixiao was clamoring to borrow the Golden Dragon Scissors to cut branches in the Peach Garden. Yunxiao, who always doted on her younger sister, got angry and refused to give them to her, protecting the scissors like they were her own eyes.

Even Qiongxiao's gaze towards that pair of scissors was a little strange; she would often secretly take it out to wipe it, sometimes for most of the day!

That's it!

It turns out it was all because Su Bai was hiding inside!

"Alright! You, Su Bai! No wonder you were so good at hiding!"

Zhao Gongming felt a tightness in his chest, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Is this what they mean by "it's hard to guard against a thief within your own family"? He always thought his sisters were in a bad mood because of the downfall of the Jie Sect, but it turns out they were "keeping a lover in a golden house" at home? And this "lover" turned out to be a pair of scissors?

What kind of nonsense is this!

Zhao Gongming stood up shakily, his gaze stiff as he turned to Yang Jian on the other side.

At this moment, Yang Jian still had no expression, but the veins on the back of his hand holding the three-pointed double-edged sword were bulging, clearly thinking of his sister Yang Chan's fate.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

In that instant, there were no words, only a sorrowful feeling of shared suffering.

It was the heartbreaking pain of having a top-quality jade cabbage, carefully nurtured for countless years, suddenly snatched away by the same pig.

Zhao Gongming's lips twitched, revealing a smile more painful than a grimace; the sorrow in his heart was immense.

"Yang Jian, oh Yang Jian, I used to laugh at you for being a siscon, for meddling too much... Now I really understand, this feeling... it makes me want to kill someone!"