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

The commotion in the desolate abyss did not reach the heavens.

Beyond the Floating Cloud Realm lies a vast and boundless void.

The fierce winds here are so strong that ordinary cultivators would die upon contact with them. Only those who have reached the peak of the Mahayana stage can stay here.

The surface of the magic boat was engraved with dense silver star patterns. As the light flowed, it exuded a terrifying pressure that made people tremble, as if a giant beast from the depths of the starry sky was coldly looking down at the world below.

The airship was engraved with eerie silver star patterns and exuded a chilling aura.

Inside the control room of the magic boat, a man dressed in silver body armor was idly toying with a spirit wine cup in his hand.

The man's skin was sickly pale, and a rhombus-shaped blue crystal was embedded between his eyebrows, shimmering with a cold light, exuding an air of arrogant superiority and sinister malice.

Xing Jue, from the mid-level cultivation world "Canglan Realm," is a patrol envoy of the Star Spirit Clan, specializing in hunting.

"What a barren lower plane."

Xing Jue swirled the amber liquid in his glass, a disdainful smile curving his lips. His voice was languid: "After searching almost the entire world, we haven't found a single decent top-grade spiritual root. This kind of garbage plane is only fit to produce low-level mining slaves."

"My lord," the attendant beside him bowed and respectfully handed over a jade slip that was flashing a rapid red light.

"We just detected an unusually strong energy fluctuation in the southwest direction of the magic disc."

"Oh?" Xing Jue glanced at it casually. "How strong can it be? It's nothing more than a Nascent Soul stage ant breaking through."

"No...it's not a breakthrough." The attendant swallowed hard, his breathing becoming heavy. "It's...it's physical resonance! And it's an extremely high-level physical resonance!"

Xingjue paused, finally showing some interest.

He tapped his finger lightly on the screen, and the image quickly zoomed in, piercing through layers of clouds and finally locking onto the city built on ruins—the Desolate Abyss.

Snapped.

The wine glass in Xingjue's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

But he didn't care at all; his once indifferent eyes were now wide open, burning with a greedy flame that could consume reason.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Xingjue's voice trembled, a tremor of extreme excitement, and even the blue crystal between his brows burst forth with a dazzling light.

"A tiny, insignificant realm... a garbage plane where even the ascension pathways are almost severed... has actually produced five peerless physiques at the same time?!"

You should know that in the Canglan Realm, even just discovering a Ziwei Emperor Physique is enough to cause major sects to fight tooth and nail.

And here... there's a whole nest of them!

Especially that Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox and the Chaos Demon Body—they're practically legendary beings! If we could capture them and offer them to the Star Lord…

"I'm rich... I'm really rich this time..."

Xing Jue licked his chapped lips, his eyes blazing with blue light: "If I capture these promising talents and present them to the Star Lord, my status will soar to new heights! It's a stroke of luck bestowed upon me by the heavens!"

"My lord, shall we make our move?" The attendant was also dumbfounded, his breathing rapid.

"nonsense!"

Xing Jue whirled around, unleashing his terrifying Spirit Awakening Realm cultivation, his killing intent palpable: "Remember, they must be alive! These are priceless treasures. If you harm even a single hair, I'll chop you all up and feed you to the Star Beasts!"

Xing gave a disdainful sneer and drew a long whip crackling with lightning from his waist.

"In the face of the Protoss, the ants of the lower realms are nothing more than slightly stronger insects."

He stared at the baby girl rolling around in the flowers on the screen, his eyes cold and greedy, as if he could already see these children trembling in the Protoss prison.

"Wait patiently for your uncle... From this day forward, your destiny belongs to the Protoss."

……

The desolate abyss, the main hall.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, casting its rays through the window onto the floor, creating a scene of tranquility.

Jiang Yining, who was breastfeeding her four babies, suddenly trembled.

An unprecedented feeling of palpitation suddenly surged into my heart.

It felt like being watched by some terrifying beast lurking in the shadows; the chilling sensation sent a cold sweat through her body.

"Wow--"

Sibao, who was usually as quiet as a Buddha and only interested in money, suddenly burst into a heart-wrenching cry.

The little one's face was deathly pale, and his two tiny, lotus-root-like hands gripped Jiang Yining's clothes tightly, desperately trying to burrow into her arms, his whole body trembling.

This is the instinctive warning of the Heavenly Secrets Dao Body.

At the same time, in the courtyard outside the main hall.

Ye Wuhen, who was riding on Sanbao's back with a fawning smile, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He slowly raised his head, and his eyes, which always carried a hint of evil and a mocking smile, became more serious than ever before, even revealing a suffocating tyranny.

Staring at the seemingly calm, azure sky above, it was as if through the layers of clouds, I could see a pair of greedy eyes.

His demonic energy surged uncontrollably, instantly lowering the surrounding temperature to freezing point, and even the flowers and plants on the ground were instantly covered with a layer of black frost.

"What's wrong?"

Situ Kong, who was sweeping the floor, noticed something was wrong, dropped the broom and rushed over. Seeing Ye Wuhen's alarmed expression, his heart skipped a beat.

Ye Wuhen slowly straightened his body, his originally bent spine now resembling a demonic blade drawn from its sheath.

He held Sanbao and Wubao tightly in his arms, one hand gripping the hilt of his sword at his waist. His voice was low and hoarse, yet carried a chilling undertone: "Something's coming."

"What is it?" Situ Kong subconsciously calculated with his fingers, but his expression changed drastically, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"have no idea."

Ye Wuhen narrowed his eyes, a bloodthirsty red glint flashing in them, a vicious smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "But whether they're gods or demons, if they dare to lay a finger on my daughters... I'll skin them alive!"