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

The chaos on the Thirty-Third Heaven continued. Zhao Gongming, with his own strength and his reckless, all-consuming fighting style, managed to overwhelm Zhang Daoling.

However, the Three Immortal Maidens, who were at the heart of this storm, did not join the battle in the Lingxiao Palace after they broke out of the Dou Niu Palace.

"Since you've made your move, you can hold that old bastard back."

Yunxiao, suspended in the void, his gaze pierced through layers of clouds, locking onto a location beneath the Nine Netherworlds. "Our target is Su Bai! Saving him is the priority!"

"Let's go! To the underworld!"

The three streaks of light changed direction, like three falling comets, and crashed straight into the Netherworld with a whistling sound that tore through the void.

……

In the underworld, before the Hall of the Yama.

The atmosphere here was equally heavy. The Ten Kings of Hell huddled behind pillars, trembling, while the judges, who were supposed to uphold justice, could barely hold their pens.

In the center of the hall, Yang Jian, wielding his three-pointed double-edged sword, stood guard before Su Bai like a war god. Nezha, on the other hand, rode on his Wind-Fire Wheels, his Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) fluttering in the air, vigilantly watching his surroundings.

Behind them, Su Bai was enveloped in the light of the Book of Life and Death. Although his body was bound by the Demon-Binding Rope, his eyes remained calm, as if the clamor of the outside world had nothing to do with him.

"Second Brother, aren't you going to make a move?" Nezha looked up at the constantly trembling dome of the underworld and licked his lips excitedly.

"Shut up and guard this place."

Yang Jian coldly interrupted him, but his grip on his weapon tightened. He could sense three extremely terrifying auras approaching at an alarming speed.

boom--!!!

Before the words were even finished, the eternally unchanging dark dome of the underworld was instantly torn apart by violent light.

Three stunningly beautiful figures descended before the Hall of the Underworld.

Clouds, jade skies, azure skies.

They didn't look at Yang Jian, nor did they pay any attention to Nezha. The moment they landed, their three beautiful eyes were fixed on the bound young man.

Although my appearance has changed, and my aura has changed.

But that deep-seated bond made them instantly realize—this was the spirit they had been waiting for for countless years!

"Slaying the spirit..."

Bixiao's eyes reddened, and she was about to rush forward to untie Su Bai's ropes.

"Don't move!"

Yunxiao suddenly reached out and stopped her sister. She looked up at the cracked sky above. There, countless heavenly soldiers and generals were arriving on clouds—reinforcements from the Heavenly Court, or perhaps… pursuers.

"Even if we untie him now, he can't escape."

Yunxiao's voice was cold and resolute. She glanced around at the gloomy ghost realm, a ruthless glint in her eyes, "Since the Heavenly Court won't let him go, since there's no place for him in the Three Realms..."

"Then let's create a world for him right here!"

"Set up the formation!!"

With Yunxiao's command, the three sisters, united in thought, instantly occupied the three positions of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

The Hunyuan Golden Cauldron was unleashed, and the killing aura of the Golden Dragon Scissors (though the Scissors Spirit was destroyed) surged, causing the waters of the Yellow Springs for hundreds of miles to boil and surge back instantly!

Splash!

That wasn't ordinary Yellow Spring Water; it was a re-creation of the water that combined the cultivation of the Three Immortals of the Heavenly Realm and the obsession of Su Bai's severed causal severance back then—

The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation!!

This time, however, the formation is no longer for trapping the enemy, but for isolating them!

The endless yellow sand and black mist instantly swallowed up the entire space within a thousand miles of the Senluo Palace, forming an indestructible barrier that completely severed the passage between the underworld and the heavenly court!

Heavenly soldiers and generals? Get back here!

A divine decree? We have to break this formation first!

"My goodness..." Nezha swallowed hard, looking at the swirling yellow sand above him. "Are these three goddesses serious? Are they planning to divide the land with the Heavenly Court?"

……

Outside the great formation, above the sky.

Taibai Jinxing, who was ordered to come and "mediate," looked at the massive formation at his feet that exuded an aura of world destruction and stamped his feet in frustration.

This isn't going to mediate a fight, it's going to their deaths!

But the imperial decree was not to be disobeyed, so Venus had no choice but to bite the bullet, stand on the cloud, and summon all his magical power to shout:

"Your Majesties! Your Majesties, please hold your hand!"

"The Great Celestial Venerable has decreed that there is still room for discussion regarding Su Bai's matter! Let's talk things out calmly; why resort to violence, disrupt the order of the Underworld, and cause unrest among the beings of the Three Realms?"

"Please, Your Highnesses, cease your supernatural powers and lest you bring trouble upon yourselves!"

"Self-inflicted wound? Hahahaha!"

From within the great formation came Bixiao's mournful and maniacal laughter.

Immediately afterwards, Yunxiao's clear, cold voice pierced through the great formation and resounded throughout the heavens and earth:

"Venus, go back and tell Haotian!"

"In the battle of the Investiture of the Gods, Jianling sacrificed her divine soul to protect us sisters, dying and vanishing! What have we three sisters done to survive in this world, enslaved by the Investiture of the Gods, enduring humiliation and living for countless years?"

"Isn't it all just to wait for his return?!"

"Now that he's finally back, you still want to kill him and convict him?"

"The order of heaven and earth? The safety of the three realms?"

Yunxiao's voice suddenly rose, carrying a chilling resolve:

"If it weren't for Su Bai, this world wouldn't be worth living in!!"

"If the Three Realms cannot tolerate him, then we sisters will destroy the Three Realms, so what?!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, the power of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation surged, and a Yellow River water dragon roared into the sky, directly shattering the auspicious clouds beneath Venus's feet. The kind-hearted man was so frightened that he scrambled back to the Heavenly Court.

……

The Lingxiao Palace.

Looking at the three imposing figures of the Three Immortals reflected in the water mirror, and hearing the words "This world is not worth having," the Jade Emperor outwardly appeared ashen-faced with fear, repeatedly slapping his thigh and shouting:

"This is outrageous! Outrageous! This is utterly lawless!"

"Is this some kind of rebirth?! Why hasn't Laozi arrived yet? My Heavenly Court is going to be destroyed!"

However, beneath his wide sleeves, the Jade Emperor's hands trembled slightly with excitement.

Cool!

That was fucking awesome!

This is exactly what he wanted to say but dared not say!

The Three Immortals of Sanxiao have now set up this Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, which is not only a slap in the face to the Heavenly Court, but also a direct tearing off the faces of those two saints and throwing them on the ground to be trampled!

Back then, it was Yuanshi Tianzun and Laozi who joined forces to break this formation. Now, the Three Immortals have returned, clearly showing their defiance! They are challenging us!

"Let them make a scene! The bigger the scene, the more restless Laozi and Yuanshi will become!"

The Jade Emperor laughed inwardly, "I'd like to see how long you'll continue to play dead in the face of this Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, which is powerful enough to separate heaven and earth!"

……

Just as the Jade Emperor was secretly pleased and looking forward to the situation escalating further.

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, within the Tushita Palace.

The old man who had been resting with his eyes closed by the alchemy furnace finally slowly opened his eyes.

There was no anger or turmoil in his eyes, only a detached indifference that seemed to see through everything in the world and control all cause and effect.

"Foolish child."

A soft sigh seemed to transcend the river of time and space, resounding directly in everyone's ears.

The sound wasn't loud, but it made Zhao Gongming, who was fighting, pause in his actions, made Zhang Daoling burst into tears of joy, and made the faces of the Three Immortals, who were maintaining the great formation, turn deathly pale instantly.

Lao Tzu has made his move.

Although it was merely an incarnation of a saint, it still possessed boundless power.

He simply stretched out a withered hand and gently grasped at the void.

Om-!

Deep within the Lingxiao Palace, the golden list that had always hung high, symbolizing the highest power in Heaven—the Investiture of the Gods—suddenly began to tremble violently.

Although Su Bai severed half of the cause and effect back then, the names of the Three Immortals are still on the list.

As long as one remains on the list, one is a subject of the Heavenly Court and a pawn of the Sage.

"Certainly."

As Laozi's ethereal voice faded, the Investiture of the Gods suddenly shot out a beam of purple-gold divine light, ignoring the distance in space and the obstruction of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, and shone directly on the sky above the Underworld.

"ah--!!"

Within the great formation, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao simultaneously let out a painful groan.

That is suppression from the depths of the soul, chains from the very source of the true spirit!

The once smoothly functioning and incredibly powerful Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation suddenly collapsed, like a giant dragon whose spine had been removed.

The yellow sand dissipated, and the billowing black fog receded.

That peerless, ferocious formation, which had just regained its glory in this world, was destroyed simply because a sage used a single thought from the Investiture of the Gods...

Vanished without a trace!

The figures of the Three Immortal Maidens reappeared, their faces pale, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, suppressed in place by the purple-gold divine light, unable to move.

lost.

Before absolute rules and power, even a quasi-saint, even with boundless rage, is ultimately nothing more than the struggle of an ant.

Laozi's illusory image flashed through the void, leaving behind only an unquestionable decree:

"The ill-fated relationship is over, why not return to your rightful place?"