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

Just as the three were about to become completely lost in the illusion of inner demons, causing the great formation to collapse.

A clear and resounding dragon's roar pierced through layers of mist, reaching the depths of their souls.

"wake up!"

At the heart of the formation, Su Bai seemed to sense the despair of the three. He exerted all his strength, burning his own source power, transforming into a golden pillar of light, forcefully breaking through the overwhelming black mist and inner demons.

"I am here."

"I'm right here."

Su Bai's voice, though weak, was like a stabilizing force, instantly calming the Sanxiao's Dao heart, which was on the verge of collapse.

Golden light spilled down, shattering the illusion.

Yunxiao suddenly opened his eyes and saw not Su Bai's corpse, but the golden dragon in the center of the formation, whose scales were flying off and blood was dripping, yet it was still desperately supporting the operation of the formation.

He risked his life to support this world for them.

"Slaying the spirit..."

Yunxiao's eyes were filled with tears, but she had no time for sorrow. She knew that only by winning this battle could she repay Su Bai for his desperate efforts.

"Change formation! Finishing blow!"

The three immortals of Sanxiao were of one mind, and their love transformed into the sharpest blade.

At this moment, the power of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation surged once again. The twelve Golden Immortals, who had been struggling to hold on within the formation, were instantly struck as if by lightning. They coughed up blood, fainted, and had all three flowers on their heads severed, losing their ten thousand years of cultivation in a single day.

The elite of the Chan Sect were completely wiped out!

The Three Immortals have won this battle! A complete and utter victory!

However, just when everyone thought that the Jie Sect would turn the tide with this formation.

The sky suddenly changed.

Suddenly, a purple aura, hundreds of millions of feet high, surged forth from the originally dark sky.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, surpassing all living beings, slowly descended from the east. The pressure was so strong that it instantly froze the yellow sand within the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, and even Su Bai's massive dragon body was forced to remain immobilized.

The void cracked open, and a figure slowly emerged.

A middle-aged Taoist priest sat on a nine-dragon sandalwood chariot, holding a three-treasure jade ruyi, his face as cold as frost.

Yuanshi Tianzun.

A sage has arrived!

The Nine Dragons Incense Chariot hovered in mid-air, adorned with thousands of auspicious rays and countless beams of light. The Primordial Celestial Venerable stood indifferently, his eyes, which contained the profound mysteries of creation, coldly surveying the rolling yellow sand below.

In his eyes, the so-called Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation was nothing more than a sandcastle built by children, which could be destroyed with a wave of his hand.

"Even a grain of rice can shine?"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable let out a soft hum, a sound that, though not loud, resonated like a great bell, causing the great formation to tremble. He did not use any supreme treasures; he simply waved his hand, and ten thousand golden lamps and dangling pearls descended from the auspicious clouds like a rain of flowers, attempting to purify the pervasive malevolent energy.

However, the next moment, something unexpected happened.

"hold head high--!!!"

Deep within the formation's core, Su Bai, in his two-headed golden dragon form, unleashed a roar that shattered the heavens.

This roar was not merely a dragon's cry, but also incorporated the Golden Dragon Scissors' sharp, all-encompassing cutting power, as well as the Three Immortal Maidens' resolute will to face death.

Suddenly, countless golden rays of light burst forth from the turbid, winding Yellow River.

The great formation that should have been purified by the sage Qingyun is now flowing against the current!

The countless golden lanterns and jewels that filled the sky were extinguished the instant they came into contact with this terrifying sharpness!

"What?!"

Outside the water mirror, the Lingxiao Palace instantly erupted into chaos.

Countless gods were like ducks with their necks choked, their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound.

That was the protective auspicious cloud of a saint! It was impervious to all magic and all evil would retreat! How could it be obliterated by a mere formation?

In the scene, the expression on Yuanshi Tianzun's face also changed slightly. He clearly did not expect that this great formation, which was originally only used to eliminate the Three Flowers, would undergo a qualitative change under the blessing of Su Bai, this anomaly.

This is no longer an ordinary formation; it is a... battlefield that can even annihilate the path of a sage!

"presumptuous!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable was enraged. When a sage is angry, the heavens and earth change color.

Holding the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, he swayed and stepped into the great formation himself. He intended to use his saintly body to forcefully suppress this arrogant and ignorant wretch.

Rumble!

A great battle erupted instantly.

This is not a one-sided massacre, but a real confrontation!

Within the grand formation, sandstorms raged like dragons, and black mist filled the air like a prison. Su Bai manipulated the power of the entire formation, transforming it into countless ferocious golden dragons that frantically tore at the protective divine light of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

Each impact triggered a massive collapse of the void.

Although the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in the hands of the Primordial Celestial Venerable was incredibly powerful, capable of shattering countless golden dragon phantoms with each swing, Su Bai seemed tireless and unaware of pain.

As long as the Golden Dragon Scissors remain intact, and as long as the Three Immortals still exist, this great formation will continue to thrive!

In fact, at one point, Su Bai seized upon a slight opening in Yuanshi Tianzun's defenses.

Click!

Two golden dragons, each ten thousand feet long, intertwined head to tail, transforming into a giant golden pair of scissors that stretched across the heavens and earth. With the power to create the world, they slashed fiercely at the golden lotus protecting the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a crisp sound of tearing cloth.

That golden lotus, which symbolized the saint's invincible defense... had a petal cut off!

Although it is just a petal, its significance is enough to overturn the entire understanding of the prehistoric world!

Mortals attack saints!

And... it hurt the saint's pride!

Within the great formation, the figure of Yuanshi Tianzun was actually forced back half a step by this enormous backlash. The auspicious clouds above his head scattered, and the corner of his originally lofty and spotless Daoist robe was splashed by the corrosive Yellow River water, emitting a wisp of green smoke, making him look quite disheveled.

……

"hiss--"

At the An Tian Conference, gasps of astonishment rose and fell.

All the gods were dumbfounded.

This is Yuanshi Tianzun! The leader of the Chan Sect! In their minds, this saint was always sitting high on the clouds, looking down on all living beings. When had he ever been so disheveled?

"This...how is this possible?"

Chi Jingzi, Guang Chengzi, and other Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were all deathly pale, as if they had lost their parents.

They had always believed that their master had broken the formation with ease, as if it were nothing short of utterly effortless. But now it seemed that if they hadn't fainted so early, they would have witnessed this scene that shattered their Dao hearts.

Master... was actually suppressed?

Although it was only a subtle suppression, and although the sage remained undefeated, for the face-conscious Chan Sect, it was simply a matter of losing face and being trampled on!

"I never imagined... the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation of yesteryear would look like this!"

One of the surviving immortals of the Jie Sect was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. "If Su Bai and the spirit of the Golden Dragon Scissors had been there during the final battle, our Jie Sect would not be in this state! Our Jie Sect... is not without the power to fight!"

The immortals' expressions changed completely when they looked at the golden dragon fighting wildly in the scene.

That was no longer a wicked dragon, but a war god who dared to draw his sword to the heavens!

Even when facing a saint, he dares to bare his teeth and bite off a piece of flesh!

"Good! Well done!"

Nezha was thrilled and couldn't help but wave his little fists and cheer. Although he was also a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, he didn't feel much closeness to his stern-faced grandmaster. But seeing Su Bai's fierce spirit, he instantly resonated with Su Bai's rebellious spirit.

Although Yang Jian did not speak, his hand holding the three-pointed double-edged sword trembled slightly, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

He considered himself unparalleled in combat prowess, obeying orders but not summons, and looking down upon the three realms.

But if he were to face the Primordial Celestial Venerable, would he dare to unleash that blade?

Su Bai dared.

And he did it.