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

Although there were only two people on Ye Wuhen's side, Situ Kong's methods were too strange, coupled with the reckless Demon Lord.

This battle is going to be tough.

"Let's do it!"

Ye Wuhen let out a fierce shout, brandishing his blood-red scythe, and pounced directly at Ji Lingxiao, whose cultivation was slightly weaker.

"Blind man, stop that fox and that pedantic scholar!"

"Okay!"

Situ Kong pointed his bamboo staff and unleashed countless illusory images of coins, which transformed into mountains of gold and silver, pressing down on Bai Ze and Chu Jinglan.

"Smelling of money! Utterly vulgar!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Chu Jinglan channeled his righteous spirit into poetry and prose, which collided with the illusory images of money.

Bai Ze then directly revealed his nine-tailed form and clashed head-on with Situ Kong's formation.

Rumble!

The sky over the desolate abyss was shattered completely.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

The battle between five powerful figures who stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world was so fierce that it could only be described as "earth-shattering."

The sky looked like an overturned palette.

On one side was Ji Lingxiao's icy blue ultimate sword intent, which shattered the air into pieces.

On one side, Nightless Blaze's raging crimson demonic flames burned, causing the void to hiss and crackle.

On the other side, golden, majestic characters intertwined with white foxfire, resisting the giant copper coins flying everywhere.

"cut!"

Ji Lingxiao unleashed a sword strike, its sword energy like a dragon, directly slicing off a thousand-foot-tall peak on the left side of the desolate abyss.

The deafening roar of the collapsing mountain shook the very earth.

"Get out of here!"

Not to be outdone, Ye Wuhen swept his blood scythe, instantly creating a trench thousands of meters long and bottomless in the ground.

"Keep your mouth! That's my secret stash of money!"

Situ Kong looked at the copper coin magic weapon, blackened by the foxfire, with heartache, but his attacks became even more brutal.

Countless phantom images of tortoise shells rained down from the sky, like a meteor shower, indiscriminately bombarding the area below.

Jiang Yining stood in front of the stone house, her heart bleeding as she looked at the scene before her.

"My vegetable garden!"

"That's the spirit grain that Jiang Lei just planted yesterday!"

"Those are the clever chickens that my second aunt raised with such care!"

In the aftermath of those terrifying events, the little foundation that the Jiang family had painstakingly built was instantly reduced to nothing.

The newly cultivated spiritual fields have turned into scorched earth.

The carefully constructed chicken coop has been reduced to ruins.

Even the stone house that had been reinforced by the two supreme beings was now teetering on the brink of collapse, with cracks covering its walls.

"mother!"

Jiang Lei held the Heavenly Sword tightly, his little face tense as he stood in front of his younger siblings.

"I'm afraid..."

Although Chu Anyan was usually arrogant, she was still terrified by this level of battle, her face turning pale as she tightly gripped her brother's clothes.

Sanbao lay in the cradle, not crying, but staring excitedly at the fireworks in the sky with his heterochromatic eyes, babbling incoherently.

"That's enough!"

Jiang Yining could no longer tolerate it.

She summoned a magical artifact made of pure spirit wood, and countless emerald green branches shot into the sky, attempting to construct a defensive net.

But in the face of that violent energy storm, these branches were like grass in a gale, instantly torn to shreds.

A Golden Core cultivator might be considered a powerful figure in the mortal world.

But in front of these powerful figures who have reached the fusion stage, they are still as weak as ants.

This feeling of powerlessness drove Jiang Yining to the brink of rage.

"boom--!"

The last intact roof tile was reduced to dust by Nightless's blood-red scythe.

Jiang Yining stood in the center of the ruins, the veins on her forehead throbbing.

Destroy it, I'm tired.

In mid-air, five powerful figures at the Fusion stage were locked in a fierce battle.

Ye Wuhen, that madman, fought with a reckless abandon, willing to risk being struck by Ji Lingxiao's sword just to grab the three treasures in the cradle.

Situ Kong, that shameless blind man, is extremely efficient once he takes the money.

That Heavenly Secret Formation was extremely disgusting, specifically designed to predict Bai Ze and Chu Jinglan's movements, leaving the three of them feeling helpless.

"That's enough!"

Chu Jinglan snapped his folding fan shut, his righteous aura beginning to crumble.

He glanced at the desolate wasteland, then at Jiang Yining and her three children, his mind racing.

If this keeps going, it'll never end.

Even if they win, this desolate abyss will be completely destroyed, and Jiang Yining will still hold them accountable for it.

All these eyesores must be kicked out, leaving only him.

A ruthless glint flashed in Chu Jinglan's eyes as a scroll gleaming with an ancient yellow light slid out from his sleeve.

That was his sacred artifact—the Map of Mountains and Rivers.

"Since you all have so much energy, why don't we find another place to fight?"

Chu Jinglan bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of vital blood onto the scroll.

"The mountains and rivers are a cage, the nation is a lock—recover!"

The scroll swelled in the wind, instantly obscuring the entire sky.

Ye Wuhen, who was still bombarding the area, suddenly stopped, feeling as if the space around him had frozen.

"Chu Jinglan! You pedantic scholar, you're up to your old tricks again?!" Ye Wuhen roared in fury.

"All warfare is based on deception."

Chu Jinglan's lips curled into a cold smile, and the scroll in his hand suddenly unfurled, blotting out the sky.

"Gentlemen, since you're all so free, why don't you come with me for a stroll within the painting, sever ties with worldly affairs, and settle your karmic debts!"

A tremendous suction force emanated from the painting.

Ye Wuhen, Situ Kong, Ji Lingxiao, Bai Ze, and Jiang Yining, who was standing on the ground, were instantly enveloped by that irresistible force.

Chu Jinglan's eyes showed satisfaction.

Once inside the diagram, he becomes the master; he can set rules and fabricate memories.

There was a mistake last time, but this time he used his essence and blood to activate it, so no one will be able to find a loophole this time.

He wanted to create the perfect script for himself.

However, just as Chu Jinglan was about to enter the picture, the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree shook its leaves unhappily.

A beam of green light pierced through the entire picture of the land and grain.

"What?!"

Chu Jinglan's mind went blank, and everything went black before his eyes. His last thought was: It's over, it's that strange power again!

……

"Madam? Madam?"

Hearing anxious calls in her ear, Jiang Yining suddenly opened her eyes.

The first thing you see is a carved wooden bed draped with white silk, and the air is filled with the strong smell of burning paper money and the lingering bitter smell of medicine.

My head hurts so much.

She instinctively covered her forehead, her mind a complete blank, as if something important had been forcibly removed, leaving only a shell of a body following its instincts.

who am I?

Memories flooded in, filling the void.

Her name is Jiang Yining, wife of Chu Jinglan, the Great General of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Three years ago, on their wedding night, an urgent message arrived from the border. Before her husband, Chu Jinglan, could even lift his veil, he donned his armor and rushed to the northern frontier.

This departure lasted for three whole years.

For three years, Jiang Yining managed the household chores, guarded the general's mansion for Chu Jinglan, and took care of her sick mother-in-law and her blind brother-in-law.

News came from the front lines yesterday that the Chu family army was ambushed at the border and was completely wiped out.

Chu Jinglan's body was never found.

"Madam, please accept my condolences."

A maidservant came over with a cup of tea, her eyes red and swollen, clearly having just cried.

Jiang Yining took the teacup but didn't drink it; she just stared blankly at the tea leaves floating in the cup.

I didn't feel much sadness.

She couldn't even remember what her husband, whom she had only met once, looked like.

The problem she faces now is that her husband is dead, and what should she do next?

"Young Madam, General Bai has arrived," the butler announced at the door.