Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

Not long after, Jiang Yining's condition became abnormal.

The skin on the left side of her body was abnormally flushed, with wisps of white steam rising up and soaking her clothes.

However, the right side of his body was covered with a thin layer of white frost, and even the strands of hair that fell on his shoulder seemed to have frozen into ice crystals.

Half of it is as hot as a furnace, and the other half is as cold as ice.

Jiang Yining gritted her teeth; her internal condition was probably worse than it appeared.

Within the dantian, the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree was stretching its roots, seemingly attempting to envelop and absorb the domineering energy of the drop of demonic blood from the heart and the Heavenly Demon Acacia Flower.

But that chaotic demonic energy was extremely tyrannical, like a wild beast that had broken free of its shackles, rampaging through Jiang Yining's meridians.

It caused a rejection reaction with the thunder spirit power she had cultivated and the Ziwei Emperor Qi.

A tiny crack seemed to appear on the golden core.

[Such domineering power! This nurturing space can't hold on much longer!]

Shenmu's childish voice rang in Jiang Yining's mind, tinged with a hint of panic.

A tearing sensation came from his meridians, and his bones felt as if they were being repeatedly crushed by two forces, sometimes in lava, sometimes falling into an ice cave.

This pain seems even more intense than the experience of childbirth.

"Mother, let me help you!" Jiang Lei looked at his mother's pained and contorted face, his eyes reddening with anxiety.

Purple lightning crackled around her small hand, which she carefully placed on Jiang Yining's burning left arm, attempting to use her pure lightning spiritual power to calm the raging energy.

However, the moment his hand touched it...

"Sizzle!"

A surge of dark purple demonic energy rebounded from Jiang Yining's body, like a venomous snake ready to devour its prey, instantly engulfing Jiang Lei's lightning spiritual power and rushing back along his arm.

"Bang!"

Jiang Lei grunted, his small body flying several meters backward as if hit by an external force, before crashing heavily to the ground.

He felt a tingling sensation in his arm, as if his entire meridians had been frozen for a moment.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Yining panicked, her breathing became erratic, and she coughed up another mouthful of blood, her face turning even paler.

Jiang Lei got up from the ground, looked at his slightly trembling right hand, and then at his mother, whose injuries seemed to be more serious. A sense of helplessness appeared in his purple-gold pupils.

He clenched his small fists, his nails digging into his palms, but dared not make any further moves.

He could only run quickly to his mother's side, squat down, and press his small body tightly against the frosty side of her, hoping to use his body heat to protect her from the biting cold.

Just then, a cold wind blew by.

The temperature in the Gobi Desert seemed to have dropped considerably.

Jiang Yining struggled to move her eyes, her gaze finally settling on the motionless figure not far away.

Ji Lingxiao.

He remained unconscious, and his once spotless white clothes were now covered in mud and blood, making him look no better than a beggar.

But within a three-foot radius of him, the crimson gravel on the ground was completely covered by a thick layer of frost.

The "Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Intent" that he unconsciously emitted created a low-temperature domain, causing the surrounding air to condense into tiny ice crystals.

The icy chill drifted over on the wind and touched Jiang Yining's burning left side of her body.

An indescribable feeling of comfort made her almost groan out loud.

The flames that were burning her internal organs seemed to have found a spring of clear water. Although it was only a drop in the ocean, it gave her a moment of respite from the endless pain.

reconcile……

A compromise is necessary!

Jiang Yining had only this one thought in her mind.

If she doesn't find a way to balance these two extreme forces within her body as soon as possible, not only will the three unborn babies in her womb be bursting apart by this force, turning her into a pool of blood and gore.

Her gaze was fixed on that natural "ice block"—Ji Lingxiao.

"Da Bao..."

Jiang Yining's voice was hoarse: "Drag him... over here..."

Jiang Lei paused for a moment, glanced at the "spoils of war," and although he still had reservations, his mother's orders were paramount.

He immediately got up, ran to Ji Lingxiao's side, and, just like his mother had done before, grabbed the other's collar with all his might.

A child, barely three feet tall, dragged a tall adult man, leaving a long drag mark on the Gobi Desert.

"Cough...closer..."

Jiang Yining leaned against a rock, giving instructions with difficulty.

Finally, Jiang Lei dragged Ji Lingxiao to Jiang Yining's side.

The icy chill swept over her, greatly relieving the burning pain on the left side of Jiang Yining's body, but the coldness on the right side of her body became increasingly piercing.

She gritted her teeth, stretched out her burning hot, slightly reddened left hand, and trembled as she covered Ji Lingxiao's cold, iron-like hand.

"Sizzle—"

A sound like a branding iron being plunged into ice water rang out.

A thick cloud of white mist exploded between their clasped hands.

"Ugh!"

Jiang Yining let out a muffled groan of extreme pain, and her body began to convulse violently.

Ice and fire, two extreme forces, collide head-on within her.

The pain in that instant was ten times more intense than before!

Her consciousness blurred for a moment, and she almost fainted.

Jiang Yining bit her tongue hard, using the excruciating pain to maintain her last shred of consciousness.

She could feel that the icy sword intent within Ji Lingxiao's body was being forcibly drawn out bit by bit by the Myriad Spirits Divine Wood within her body through their skin, and then guided to neutralize the violent chaotic demonic energy.

This is an extremely dangerous process.

A slight mishap could result in both of them exploding and dying.

Time passed, second by second.

Jiang Lei knelt to the side, holding the Xuan Tie sword, nervously guarding his surroundings, his heart pounding in his chest.

He watched as his mother's face shifted between flushed and pale, and watched the white mist rising from where she and the man in white clasped hands. His small face was filled with a solemnity beyond his years.

After an unknown amount of time, the energy conflict that was powerful enough to shatter the surrounding rocks finally subsided.

Jiang Yining's breathing changed from rapid to long and even.

The eerie sight of her body being half flame and half frost gradually faded, and her skin returned to its normal color.

Although her face was still as pale as paper, the aura that seemed on the verge of collapse had finally stabilized.

She slowly opened her eyes and exhaled a long breath of turbid air tinged with a faint purplish-black hue.

survived.

Jiang Yining looked down at her hand, which was still tightly gripping Ji Lingxiao's, and a weak yet slightly mocking smile appeared on her lips.

"It's still somewhat useful; we can keep it to replenish our energy."

The voice just fell.

"Well……"

The man beside her, who had been unconscious, suddenly trembled slightly with his eyelashes and let out a faint groan.