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

In the mirror-like water, the once peaceful and tranquil Three Immortal Islands, like a paradise on earth, are now shrouded in a mournful wind.

A blood-soaked crane stumbled through the island's protective array and fell to the ground in front of the Three Immortals Cave, crying mournfully.

"Your Majesty...something terrible has happened!"

The crane transformed into a child, kneeling on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably: "Lord Zhao Gongming... was ambushed in Xiqi by that Chan Sect Daoist Lu Ya with the 'Seven Arrows of Nailhead,' and now... now his soul has been scattered and he's on the Investiture of the Gods!"

boom--!

These words struck the hearts of the Three Immortal Maidens like a devastating thunderbolt.

The teacup in Yunxiao's hand shattered with a "crack," and his usually calm and composed face turned ashen white in an instant.

"My elder brother...is he dead?"

Qiongxiao and Bixiao swayed, nearly fainting. They couldn't believe that their eldest brother, who always protected them with a smile and even dared to challenge the Heavenly Court for Su Bai, was just... gone?

He didn't die in a fair and square battle, but from such a vicious and despicable curse and ambush!

"This is outrageous! The Chan Sect...this is outrageous!!"

Bixiao let out a piercing scream, her magical power surging wildly, her eyes instantly turning bloodshot. "Kill! I will kill them! I will make the entire Xiqi pay for my elder brother's death!!"

Qiongxiao also drew her sword, her killing intent soaring to the sky: "Eldest sister! Don't hold back! They're practically shitting on our necks! Our eldest brother died such a tragic death, if we still hide here like cowards, what kind of cultivation are we going to do? What kind of immortality are we going to become?!"

Yunxiao's delicate body trembled, and two lines of clear tears silently slid down her cheeks.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, the last glimmer of hope for peace in her eyes had shattered completely, replaced by an unfathomable coldness and resolute determination.

"Prepare the carriage... to Xiqi."

These four simple words exude a chilling, world-destroying aura.

However, just as the three were about to set off, Yunxiao suddenly stopped.

She turned around and looked at Su Bai, who stood quietly in the shadows, seemingly blending into the surrounding darkness.

At this moment, Su Bai's face was expressionless, but his dark gold armor faintly exuded a terrifyingly violent aura. As the spirit of the Golden Dragon Scissors, he also had a karmic connection with Zhao Gongming, and moreover, the sorrow of the Three Immortals was his anger.

"Spirit Cutting".

Yunxiao's voice was a little hoarse. She stared at Su Bai, a hint of struggle and reluctance flashing in her eyes, "You... stay."

Su Bai raised his head, his pale golden eyes flickering slightly: "Why?"

"Going to Xiqi is the beginning of a true catastrophe, a meat grinder set up by the sages, where one is on the verge of death."

Yunxiao stepped forward, her hand trembling as she reached out and gently stroked Su Bai's cold cheek, saying softly, "Although you were born from the Golden Dragon Scissors, you have now cultivated intelligence and have an independent soul. You are a living person, no longer just a weapon that knows only killing."

"The three of us sisters are here to avenge our eldest brother. Whether we live or die is our fate. But you are different... You shouldn't have gone to your death with us."

"Let's go, leave Three Immortal Islands, go anywhere, as long as we don't come back."

Upon hearing this, Bixiao and Qiongxiao also forced back their tears and turned their heads away.

"Yes, Wood, you should go. I always bullied you before, but this time... this time I won't play with you," Bixiao said, her voice trembling with tears.

Su Bai listened quietly, looking at the three women in front of him who were clearly heartbroken, yet still thinking of him.

This is his only bond in this cold, desolate wilderness.

"I'm not leaving."

Su Bai's voice remained calm, but it carried an unshakable firmness.

He gently grasped Yunxiao's hand that was stroking his cheek, feeling the trembling and coldness from her fingertips. For the first time, he took a step forward, gently shielding the woman who always pretended to be strong behind him.

"I am the Golden Dragon Scissors, the sword in your hands and the shield in front of you."

"Without the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, how could there be a ritual to cut off spirits?"

Su Bai's gaze swept over the three of them, finally settling on Yunxiao's tearful eyes, and he said, word by word, "I said, as long as I am here, no one can hurt you."

"If it's cause and effect, then let's bear it together; if it's a death calamity, then let's face it together."

"Let's go together, and return together."

These four simple words, like a vow, struck the hearts of the Three Immortals heavily.

Looking into those clear and resolute golden eyes, Yunxiao finally couldn't hold back any longer and threw herself into Su Bai's arms, bursting into tears.

"Well... well, what a wonderful idea to go together and return together!"

Qiongxiao and Bixiao were also in tears, yet their smiles were incredibly poignant.

……

A few days later, on the battlefield of Qishan.

When the Three Immortals of Sanxiao appeared on the battlefield with Su Bai, the expressions of all the immortals of the Chan Sect changed.

"It's the Three Immortals! Why are they here?" Guang Chengzi frowned.

A hint of apprehension flashed in the eyes of the Taoist Ran Deng: "He's also carrying those Golden Dragon Scissors... This item is no ordinary thing."

Jiang Ziya felt a chill run down his spine. Zhao Gongming was difficult enough to deal with back then, but now the Three Immortals of Sanxiao have arrived together. What should he do?

"Where is Lu Ya!" Yunxiao's voice was as cold as frost. "He killed my brother, and today you will pay for his crime in blood!"

Before the words were finished, the Three Immortals had already summoned the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, with Qiongxiao and Bixiao acting as their left and right protectors, while Su Bai transformed into a golden light and moved around the three of them.

"Form the formation!" Yunxiao gave the order.

The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation unfolded instantly.

The moment the formation was deployed, its terrifying power shook the surrounding area, even causing the immortals watching from afar to feel their hearts pound with fear.

"What a powerful formation!" Master Taiyi's expression was solemn.

Master Yu Ding also said, "The power of this formation is probably no less than that of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!"

The immortals of the Chan Sect entered the formation one after another, attempting to break it.

Su Bai transformed into two ten-thousand-foot-long golden dragons, roaring as they charged into the center of the formation. In an instant, yellow sand filled the sky, black mist obscured the sun, and the entire Yellow River seemed to have been drained of its water, transforming into endless killing power.

This was the Three Immortals' attack fueled by resentment, and also Su Bai's unrestrained outburst.

The array was operating at its maximum capacity, even exceeding its limits.

That terrifying pressure not only caused the twelve Golden Immortals who entered the formation to lose their way instantly, and had their three flowers on their heads cut off, but even the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, who were the ones who set up the formation, suffered from the backlash of the formation and the invasion of their inner demons.

In a daze, Yunxiao felt everything go black before his eyes.

The shouts of battle all around disappeared, leaving only a deathly silence and darkness.

"Big sister...save me..."

Ahead, Su Bai was covered in blood, his head shattered by a jade ruyi, golden blood flowing across the ground. He reached out, as if trying to grasp something, but ultimately turned into specks of golden light and dissipated in the wind.

"No!! Cut the spirit!!"

Yunxiao let out a heart-wrenching scream. The pain was even more intense than when Zhao Gongming died, as if the whole world had collapsed.

At the same time.

Qiongxiao saw Su Bai being pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords in order to shield her from a fatal blow;

Bixiao saw Su Bai burn his divine soul to save her, and in the end, he turned into a broken piece of scrap metal in her arms.

The reason why illusions are terrifying is that they reflect the deepest fears in people's hearts.

At that moment, the Three Immortals, who were lost in a despairing illusion, finally understood their own feelings.

It was not merely a fondness for a handy magic weapon, nor simply a matter of caring for a junior disciple.

That was a love that had long been etched into my bones and integrated into my soul.

What they feared was not death, nor being listed on the Investiture of the Gods, but rather—losing him.

"No...don't leave me..."