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

The underworld, the palace of Yama.

Lao Jun frowned as he looked at the dissipating light screen.

"Strange..." he murmured, "So strange..."

"Laojun, what's wrong?" Ksitigarbha asked.

"I originally thought that wicked dragon was from the West," Laozi said in a deep voice, "but now it seems..."

"He is not."

"Why?" Yama asked, puzzled.

"Think about it," Laozi said in a deep voice, "If that evil dragon is truly from the West, why would he want to quell the Flaming Mountain?"

"The Flaming Mountains are a major obstacle on the journey to the West."

"By pacifying the Flaming Mountains, he essentially tripped up the West."

"How could the West allow its own people to trip them up?"

Upon hearing this, Yama and Ksitigarbha suddenly realized the truth.

"Laojun is right!" said Ksitigarbha. "That wicked dragon is not from the West!"

"Then whose man is he?" Yama wondered.

Lao Jun shook his head: "This old Taoist doesn't know either."

"But one thing is certain."

"That is..." A glint of light flashed in Laozi's eyes, "that wicked dragon is a variable."

"A complete variable."

"Wherever he goes, he stirs up trouble."

"This child..." Laozi gritted his teeth, "must not be allowed to live!"

In the underworld, a chilling wind howled.

After Laozi withdrew his divination powers, he did not stop. Instead, he sneered and a deep light flashed in his eyes.

"The West certainly has a clever plan," he said calmly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "But now that we've come this far, why not continue the deduction? I want to see what the Journey to the West will look like if Su Bai really takes this path!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Buddhas of the West changed slightly.

Buddha frowned, silently calculating in his mind. The original Journey to the West plan had already been shattered by Su Bai's appearance, and if it continued to unfold, they would likely see even more unexpected changes. But since Laozi had spoken, they couldn't very well stop him.

"Very well." The Buddha clasped his hands together. "Since you wish to investigate further, I will naturally accompany you. I only hope that after your deduction, you can offer a fair judgment."

Laozi snorted coldly, ignoring Tathagata's words, and instead activated his divine powers once again to deduce the future timeline.

Within the Jade Pool, the gazes of all the immortals were once again drawn.

The Jade Emperor suppressed his excitement, outwardly appearing helpless, but inwardly he was delighted. The more Laozi took it seriously, the more opportunities he was given. As long as he could gain some benefit from this game, his position as the Great Heavenly Venerable would be more secure.

The image reappeared!

The mountain is shrouded in a mystical atmosphere.

After pacifying the Flaming Mountain, Princess Iron Fan's merits surged like a tidal wave. With the approval of Heaven, her cultivation level rose accordingly. Originally only at the early stage of the Golden Immortal realm, she broke through several levels in just a few years, approaching the peak of the Golden Immortal realm!

Such speed even moved Laozi slightly.

"The merit of pacifying the Flaming Mountain is truly immense?" Taibai Jinxing exclaimed in amazement. "That was a major event that affected the entire Southern Continent, benefiting countless people. With such merit, no wonder Princess Iron Fan was able to break through several realms in succession!"

"That's not all," Wen Zhong said in a deep voice. "The Flaming Mountain was originally formed from the fire of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, a karmic debt owed by the Heavenly Court. Now that Princess Iron Fan has quelled it, she has not only gained merit but also repaid this karmic debt, which will greatly benefit her future cultivation."

In the scene, Princess Iron Fan sits cross-legged in her cave, surrounded by golden light of merit, her aura rising steadily. Su Bai stands guard beside her, occasionally calming her surging magical power and helping her stabilize her realm.

In a room not far away, the young Red Boy was practicing magic.

The little fellow inherited his parents' talents, able to manipulate the Samadhi True Fire of the Rakshasa clan and wield the water-based supernatural powers of the dragon clan. Even more strangely, these two energies, water and fire, blend perfectly within him, showing no signs of rejection!

"This lad is quite a genius." Zhao Gongming's eyes flashed with admiration. "Water and fire are inherently incompatible, but they coexist in him. If he grows up, he'll likely become a powerful figure."

"More than just a strongman," said the Golden Spirit Mother coldly. "With his talent, if properly nurtured, he might very well attain the quasi-saint realm in the future!"

Upon hearing this, the greed in the eyes of the Western Buddhas intensified. Such a genius—if he could be brought into the Buddhist order, how could the West not prosper?

However, just when the immortals thought everything would proceed peacefully, the scene suddenly changed!

Inside the cave, Princess Iron Fan suddenly opened her eyes, her forehead dripping with cold sweat, her face ashen white!

"Madam, what's wrong?" Su Bai immediately stepped forward to support her and asked with concern.

"I...I dreamt it again." Princess Iron Fan's voice trembled. "That blood-red battlefield, countless of my people lying in pools of blood...that despair, that sorrow...why is this dream so real?"

Su Bai frowned. Ever since Princess Iron Fan's cultivation broke through, these kinds of dreams had become increasingly frequent. At first, they only happened occasionally, but as her cultivation level rose, the frequency of the dreams increased, and they had even begun to affect her Dao heart!

"This isn't right," Su Bai said in a deep voice. "A cultivator's dream often hides profound mysteries. Either it's the work of inner demons, or... some kind of karmic connection is calling."

"But my people clearly already..." Princess Iron Fan stopped mid-sentence.

Yes, the Rakshasa clan was wiped out when she was still an infant; her adoptive father, Laozi, told her this himself. How could those dreams possibly be real memories?

But that unforgettable grief, that deep connection of blood, was so real!

As time went on, Princess Iron Fan's condition deteriorated. She became unable to concentrate on her cultivation, and even her daily meditation was interrupted by dreams. The sea of ​​blood-like scenes seemed to threaten to engulf her entirely!

Su Bai saw it all and felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Finally, one day, he made up his mind.

"Madam, instead of being troubled by this dream, let's seek the truth!" Su Bai grasped Princess Iron Fan's hand, his gaze resolute. "Your dream was so vivid; it must be real. Whatever the truth may be, I'll face it with you!"

Princess Iron Fan stared at him blankly, her eyes slightly reddening.

"But... what if they really find something? I'm afraid..."

"Don't be afraid," Su Bai said softly. "No matter what happens, I'll be here for you."

So the couple settled Red Boy in and began their search based on the clues in the dream.

The battlefield in that dream was a sea of ​​blood, staining the heavens and earth crimson. Princess Iron Fan vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a vast ocean there, but it wasn't water; it was...blood!

"A sea of ​​blood!" Su Bai suddenly realized something. "Could the scene in Madam's dream have been the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood?"

The Netherworld Blood Sea, located deep within the underworld, is the most dangerous place in the primordial world!

That place is the ancestral land of the Asura race, and the final resting place of countless wronged souls. Legend has it that when the Dao Ancestor Hongjun distributed the saintly positions, the Styx Ancestor attained enlightenment in a sea of ​​blood, becoming the foremost being below the saints!

But what happened afterward is little known. All that is known is that a tremendous battle once broke out in the Sea of ​​Blood, and even the Styx Ancestor disappeared without a trace and never appeared again.

The Rakshasa clan is a branch of the Asura clan!