Bi Xiao Fairy Besieged, In Grave Danger

Inside the formation on Three Immortal Islands.

Fairy Bi Xiao clutched the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, her exquisite face deathly pale, a trickle of crimson blood at the corner of her lips, a shocking sight.

The magic power within her had long since run dry, and she was holding on by sheer, unyielding will.

The protective barrier of the island's grand formation flickered violently. Each tremor felt like a heavy hammer blow to her internal organs, exacerbating her already grievous injuries.

Worse still, not only did she have to fend off the fierce assault of over a dozen Heavenly Origin Sect cultivators outside the formation, but she also had to dedicate more than half her mental energy to suppressing a spiritual treasure about to emerge from the island's depths.

This treasure was the very foundation of Three Immortal Islands, connected to the entire island's spiritual veins.

Currently agitated by the external attack, it was unleashing increasingly powerful surges, as if it would break through the earth and shatter its restraints at any moment.

If the spiritual treasure were to go out of control, its rampaging energy would be enough to collapse the entire island-protecting formation from within in an instant.

Caught between attacks from both sides, she was at her wit's end.

Bi Xiao knew clearly that she couldn't hold on for much longer.

Half an incense stick's worth of time at most.

After half an incense stick, the formation would break, and she would perish.

Not only herself, but her eldest sister, Yun Xiao, who was in a life-or-death seclusion within the island's core, attempting to break through to a higher realm, would also be unable to escape this calamity.

Outside the formation, the taunts of those Heavenly Origin Sect cultivators, like maggots clinging to bone, drilled clearly into her ears.

The cultivator at the forefront, a late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal, wore an arrogant expression, his voice filled with the smugness of a cat playing with a mouse.

"Fairy Bi Xiao, why resist in vain! The Intercepting Sect is already a relic of the past. How dare you, remnants like yourselves, occupy such a blessed land?"

That cultivator was precisely Daoist Qingxu, a registered disciple under True Lord Yu Ding of the Heavenly Origin Sect.

A sharp-featured, shifty-eyed cultivator beside him immediately chimed in with fawning laughter, "Senior Brother Qingxu speaks the truth! This island is fated to be with my Heavenly Origin Sect. Hurry and retreat, open the formation, and perhaps we can show mercy and spare your life!"

Another cultivator guffawed even more brazenly, "Hahaha, why spare her life? This Fairy Bi Xiao is a renowned beauty in the Primordial World. Wouldn't it be wonderful to capture her and present her to Senior Brother as a young attendant for his pleasure?"

"Well said! I heard the Sanxiao sisters are all paragons of beauty. It's perfect to capture them all today!"

Filthy words, unbearable to hear.

Their gazes were filled with greed and lust, as if they could already see the scene after the formation shattered: treasures plundered at will, beauties defiled.

In their eyes, the Intercepting Sect immortals, whose backing had fallen, were lambs to the slaughter, ripe for bullying.

Upon hearing this, Bi Xiao's already pale face instantly flushed crimson, not from shyness, but from extreme rage.

She suddenly raised her head, her usually bright phoenix eyes now filled only with icy killing intent and bone-chilling frost.

"Shameless wretches!"

Bi Xiao's voice was hoarse from weakness, yet each word was forceful, carrying an unyielding spirit.

"This is my Three Immortal Islands, the dojo of my three sisters! Your Heavenly Origin Sect disciples have gone too far, relying on your status as Sage disciples to run rampant and commit all manner of evil throughout the Primordial World!"

"Today, even if I, Bi Xiao, die and my soul is annihilated, I will never let you despicable wretches set foot on Three Immortal Islands!"

The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors let out a mournful cry, unleashing its final brilliance in her hand, transforming into two lifelike golden flood dragons that coiled above the formation's barrier, barely sealing a few imminent cracks.

Seeing this, Daoist Qingxu laughed instead of getting angry, his contempt deepening.

"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Do you really think you're something special?"

"Junior Brothers, put more effort in! Let her see what true despair looks like!"

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The attacks became even more ferocious, raining down on the barrier like a storm. The destructive power caused the entire sea to boil.

The phantom of the golden flood dragons lasted less than three breaths before letting out a mournful cry, shattering inch by inch, transforming back into the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and falling beside Bi Xiao, its light dimmed.

Pfft!

Bi Xiao felt as if she had been struck a heavy blow, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. Her aura instantly weakened to its absolute limit.

At that moment, the barrier of the island-protecting formation became as thin as a cicada's wing, covered in a spiderweb of cracks, appearing as though it would shatter completely the next second.

It's over...

A hint of sorrow and despair flickered in Bi Xiao's eyes.

Eldest sister... Third sister...

If there is a next life, we will be sisters again...

She slowly closed her eyes, preparing to meet her final end.

However, the moment she gave up resisting.

The entire world suddenly fell silent.

The world-shattering roars ceased abruptly.

The terrifying pressure that could crush one's spirit vanished without a trace.

The teetering island-protecting formation miraculously stabilized.

"Hmm?"

Bi Xiao's eyes snapped open, and she looked up at the outside world blankly.

Then, she saw a scene that would be difficult to forget in her lifetime, a scene that even overturned her entire understanding of the world.

Outside the formation, the dozen or so Heavenly Origin Sect immortals, who had been radiating overwhelming power, were now suspended in mid-air like insects sealed in amber, their postures varied.

Daoist Qingxu held his whisk high, a ferocious sneer still on his face.

The scrawny, monkey-faced cultivator was forming hand seals, the fawning expression not yet faded from his face.

Everyone's movements, everyone's expressions, were frozen from the previous second.

They... were completely still.

It was as if time had been paused for them.

What... what was happening?

Was this an illusion?

In a daze, Bi Xiao's gaze subconsciously followed the direction those "living statues" were facing.

At the distant horizon where the sea met the sky, two figures had appeared at some unknown time.

When she clearly saw the figure so familiar it was etched into her bones, her pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpricks.

Her face, which could topple kingdoms, was instantly replaced by overwhelming joy and disbelief.

"Third Sister!"

A cry escaped Bi Xiao's lips, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

It was Qiong Xiao!

It was really her third sister, Qiong Xiao!

She was back!

And standing beside Qiong Xiao was a man in a black robe, exuding an ordinary aura.

At that moment, Qiong Xiao was looking at the man with adoration and fervor, as if gazing upon a god walking among mortals.

The man, however, merely curled his lips slightly and said something.

Then... the entire world froze.

Concurrently, Daoist Qingxu, frozen in mid-air, was experiencing an unprecedented storm within his soul.

He could see, he could hear, he could think.

But he couldn't move.

Not even a finger.

The magical power within his body was like a frozen river, completely beyond his control.

His Primordial Spirit was grasped tightly by an unimaginable, incomprehensible terrifying power, making even self-detonation of his Primordial Spirit a distant hope.

Fear!

Boundless fear instantly consumed his reason.

What happened?

What just happened?

His memory was still stuck on the moment the man in the black robe appeared and then casually uttered three words.

"So noisy."

Just three words.

Words Manifest as Law?

No! This wasn't Words Manifest as Law! This was "Law" Manifesting as Law! It was absolute suppression at the level of Laws!

This was the work of a Sage!

A Sage!!!

This thought struck his mind like billions of bolts of heavenly lightning, shattering his pride, his arrogance, and all his superiority as a disciple of the Heavenly Origin Sect into dust.

They... had dared to bare their teeth at a Sage?

They wanted to snatch the Sage's dojo? They wanted to capture the woman the Sage fancied and make her a serving Daoist child?

Daoist Qingxu wanted to cry, to beg for mercy, to kneel and kowtow.

But he could do nothing. He could only maintain that foolish and ridiculous attacking posture, using all his strength to move his eyeballs, staring intently at the man in the black robe who was slowly approaching.

That wasn't a person.

That was the Heavenly Dao walking; it was the apocalypse on the move!

It was over.

Completely over.

Just as Daoist Qingxu fell into despair, Lin Feng, bringing Qiong Xiao with him, arrived before the formation of the Three Immortal Islands.

He didn't even glance at the Heavenly Origin Sect cultivators frozen in mid-air, as if they were merely a dozen bothersome flies.

His gaze fell upon the island's protective formation, its brilliance flowing, and his brow furrowed slightly once more.

"Troublesome."

Lin Feng casually waved his hand.

It was as if he were brushing a speck of dust from his sleeve.

The next second.

The island's protective formation, which even the combined assault of Daoist Qingxu and over a dozen Grand Unity Golden Immortals couldn't break, and which forced Bi Xiao to exhaust her magic power to desperately maintain, simply... vanished without a sound.

There was no explosion, no roar, just as if a painted scroll had been erased from existence.

Bi Xiao stared blankly at the scene, her mind a complete blank.

Qiong Xiao could no longer hold back. With a flash, she rushed to Bi Xiao's side and supported her swaying body.

"Second Sister! Are you alright?"

"Third Sister... it really is you..." Bi Xiao clutched Qiong Xiao's hand, tears finally breaking free and streaming down her face.

The reunion of sisters should have been filled with countless words.

But at this moment, Bi Xiao's entire attention was captured by the black-robed man not far away.

She tremblingly raised a finger, pointing at the "statues" still frozen in mid-air, their faces etched with utter horror, then pointed at the man with his back to them, as if he had done something utterly insignificant.

"He... Who is he?"