A Fortuitous Twist: The Post-Heaven Killing Supreme Treasure, Golden Flood Dragon Scissors

At that moment, Kong Xuan let out a low shout, and the seven divine feathers behind him blazed with light.

The Seven-Colored Divine Light no longer remained separate, but fused into one in an instant.

It transformed into a hazy, primal divine light that seemed capable of devouring everything.

It carried the supreme Dao rhythm of dissolving all things and returning them to their origin.

It swept down upon the Gold-Silver Flood Dragon charging at him once more.

This was one of the ultimate mysteries of the Seven-Colored Divine Light.

With the power of primal chaos, it could dismantle all tangible and intangible things.

Wherever the Primal Chaos Divine Light passed, space silently vanished. The torrent of baleful energy released by the Gold-Silver Flood Dragon melted away instantly like snow beneath the sun.

Its enormous dragon body, condensed from baleful energy, began to tremble violently as it let out a soundless scream of agony.

Its gold and silver scales flashed wildly, trying to resist.

But beneath the washing of the Primal Chaos Divine Light, they were like a dying candle in the wind.

They crumbled and scattered inch by inch!

Riiip—!

It was as though cloth had been torn completely apart.

The Gold-Silver Flood Dragon's massive body exploded with a thunderous boom, turning into roiling gold-and-silver baleful energy that filled the sky.

That incomparably dense aura of slaughter and destruction dispersed along with it.

Kong Xuan panted faintly.

After a hundred years of intense battle, even a Daluo Golden Immortal had expended a considerable amount of mental energy and power.

His expression remained grave as he looked toward the mass of Yin-Yang baleful energy, which had lost its form but still contained terrifying power.

Seeing that it showed no reaction at all, Kong Xuan intended to go over and inspect the thing's true nature.

Yet unexpectedly, another change arose.

The roiling mass of gold-and-silver baleful energy suddenly collapsed inward!

Its speed was beyond imagination. In an instant, it condensed into a huge pair of scissors with an ancient and strange design!

The scissors were entirely gold and silver. Their curved blades glinted with an icy, bone-piercing coldness.

At the point where the scissors opened and closed, faint dragon-shaped phantoms coiled about, radiating a ferocious aura that made one's heart tremble.

The moment it took shape, without requiring any activation—

It carried a terrifying edge capable of severing karma and tearing apart all things, transforming into a streak of intertwined gold and silver light as it sheared toward Kong Xuan, who had just been about to step forward.

"It can still attack after dying?!"

Kong Xuan's heart shook violently, and his pupils abruptly contracted.

This had completely exceeded his expectations.

The sharp killing power contained within those scissors was more condensed, purer, and more dangerous than its previous flood dragon form.

In that flash of lightning, Kong Xuan reacted with utmost speed.

"Seven-Colored Divine Light, collect!"

His thoughts turned rapidly as the divine light behind him surged. Rather than meeting it head-on—

He instantly opened an incomparably profound spatial gateway before himself.

It was the self-contained sealing space within the Seven-Colored Divine Light.

Whoosh!

The stream of light formed by the gold-and-silver scissors plunged headfirst into the spatial gateway opened by the Seven-Colored Divine Light.

Like a clay ox sinking into the sea, it vanished in an instant, completely suppressed in the deepest reaches of the divine light's space.

Only then did Kong Xuan truly breathe a sigh of relief. A trace of cold sweat even seeped from his brow; that strike had been too fast and too sudden.

Had the Seven-Colored Divine Light not possessed the marvelous ability to collect and suppress, the consequences would have been difficult to predict.

He descended onto the desolate island that had brought him such a surprise, found a relatively level rock, and sat down cross-legged.

The most pressing matter was dealing with the ferocious scissors suppressed within the Seven-Colored Divine Light's space.

This object was strange and filled with extremely heavy killing intent. He had to thoroughly subdue it and erase its ferocity as soon as possible.

Otherwise, keeping it by his side would be like carrying a ticking time bomb.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and focused, sinking his consciousness into the Seven-Colored Divine Light's space.

There, the gold-and-silver scissors rammed wildly about within a seven-colored glazed cage formed by divine light, producing clear metallic tremors.

Every impact carried an edge sharp enough to tear space apart. Its ferocity had not diminished in the slightest.

What domineering spirituality!

Kong Xuan's heart turned solemn. Without further hesitation, he mobilized the vast Five-Element Primal Chaos Power and Yin-Yang Origin Power within him. Like two invisible chains, they flowed continuously into the sealing space of the Seven-Colored Divine Light.

They transformed into a Five-Element Divine Mountain and a Yin-Yang Grinding Disc, continuously suppressing and refining the restless gold-and-silver scissors.

The power of the Five Elements revolved, forming an endless cage that confined its form.

Yin-Yang Power interwove like a grinding disc, slowly wearing away the ferocious baleful energy and chaotic will contained within it.

This was a silent contest.

It unfolded within the core space of the Seven-Colored Divine Light.

Time seemed to lose all meaning here.

Upon the island.

Kong Xuan sat motionless like an ancient boulder, with only Five-Element divine light and Yin-Yang Dao rhythm circulating around him.

The sea wind howled, and the tides rose and fell.

The sun rose and the moon set; stars shifted and constellations turned.

A thousand years passed quietly.

On this day.

Kong Xuan, who had remained seated like stone, opened the eyes he had kept shut for a thousand years.

Two substantial beams of light shot forth like sharp swords, piercing the void ahead. His aura was complete and profound, surpassing what it had been in the past.

A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

He slowly raised his right hand. A flash of light flickered in his palm, and the once incomparably ferocious gold-and-silver scissors hovered quietly above it.

At this moment, its radiance was restrained within. Though it still emitted a heart-trembling sharp aura—

That violent, chaotic, all-destroying ferocious baleful energy had already vanished without a trace.

In its place was a deep, restrained killing Dao rhythm, tamed at last.

Kong Xuan gazed at the extraordinary scissors in his palm, and a piece of information naturally surfaced in his sea of consciousness.

It was the true name conveyed by the spiritual treasure during the refinement process.

"Golden Flood Dragon Scissors..."

Kong Xuan softly spoke the name, his tone carrying realization and a trace of complexity.

He now completely understood this treasure's origins.

It had not been born innately. Rather, it had formed from exceptionally pure primordial Yin-Yang baleful energy source material.

After enduring long years in a special environment, it had finally condensed into form.

Then, after gaining spirituality and undergoing a strange transformation, it had been tainted by dragon aura and transformed into a flood dragon.

Finally, Kong Xuan had forced it back to its original form and refined its essence, allowing it to ultimately manifest as these scissors.

By nature, it was a Post-Heaven object.

Yet because its materials were primordial substances and it contained powerful laws of the Great Dao of slaughter—

Its power was so great that it could be called a Post-Heaven Killing Supreme Treasure.

Once unleashed, it would either kill or wound. Its nature was exceptionally murderous.

What unsettled Kong Xuan even more was that he now understood why he had found these scissors familiar.

In the future era of the Investiture of the Gods Calamity—

This would be the signature spiritual treasure of the Three Cloud Immortal Maidens of the Jie Sect—Yunxiao, Bixiao, and Qiongxiao!

It had once shone brilliantly, making even the Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals turn pale at the mere mention of it.

"The spiritual treasure of the Jie Sect's Three Cloud Immortal Maidens in later generations."

Kong Xuan stroked the cold blade of the scissors and murmured to himself.

"Yet it has now fallen into my hands. The world is unpredictable, and karma is impossible to fathom."

A trace of emotion rose in his heart.

His gaze swept over this desolate, lonely island. Had that Gold-Silver Flood Dragon, born from baleful energy gaining spirituality, not attacked him of its own accord—

He would never have noticed this place, much less discovered the origin of the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors hidden within it.

"But what has happened has happened. There is no use saying more."

Kong Xuan put away his feelings of sentimentality. His gaze became firm and sharp once again.

Though the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors were powerful, they were not what he truly sought.

The opportunities within the Eastern Sea were not limited to this.

His true goal was the Three Immortal Islands Overseas.

Penglai, Fangzhang, Yingzhou.

He needed a top-tier blessed land and heavenly grotto as his cultivation grounds.

After all, he could not possibly return to the Undying Volcano.

Afterward, Kong Xuan rose to his feet. Seven-Colored Divine Light flowed around him once more, and his figure transformed into a seven-colored rainbow that stretched across the heavens, fleeing toward the depths of the Eastern Sea.

"I refuse to believe I cannot find the Three Immortal Islands Overseas!"