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

Ye Wuhen let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Jiang Yining! What are you doing?!"

The voice no longer held its usual mockery and arrogance, but only the despair and rage of a trapped beast.

The hundred-foot-tall demonic figure in mid-air, ignoring the one-horned giant rhinoceros behind it that was about to launch a fatal charge, forcefully twisted its massive body. The figure that had been protecting the desolate abyss had now transformed into a ferocious, twisted demonic face, brimming with murderous intent, staring at the towering tree atop the main hall.

"That's our daughter!!"

boom--!

The demonic energy flows backward.

Despite the excruciating pain of his broken meridians, Ye Wuhen forcibly burned his own life essence.

The hundred-foot-long demonic blade, powerful enough to cleave mountains and rivers, carried a world-destroying black aura. It was not aimed at the enemy, but rather, filled with endless regret and madness, it fiercely cleaved towards the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree behind Jiang Yining.

"They've gone mad...they've all gone mad..."

Situ Kong was so frightened that he scrambled to the corner of the wall, scattering the abacus beads all over the floor.

It's not just about Night Without a Trace.

"Zheng—"

A mournful sword cry.

Ji Lingxiao's snow-white clothes were now soaked in blood, but his usually cold and aloof phoenix eyes were now filled with terrifying bloodshot veins.

The sword "Severing Thoughts" in his hand was turned around, and the sharp sword intent that was originally pointing at the Golden-Winged Roc was now locked onto the thickest main root of the divine tree.

But his resolute gaze clearly said: if he had to trade his child's life for his own survival, he would rather destroy this last hope with his own hands and then die with his wife and child.

Confucius said: "A gentleman has things he will do, and things he will not do!"

Chu Jinglan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. Although he had no brush or ink in his hand, he used his fingers as a brush to rapidly draw in the air.

It's a menacing "severance" character!

The true words of Confucianism and Taoism point directly to the connection of Qi between the divine tree and the two treasures, Chu An Yan.

Bai Ze's nine fox tails danced wildly, and pink demonic fire transformed into sharp blades, attempting to snatch back Wu Bao Jiang Si Yue, who was sleeping with her tail tips between the branches of the divine tree.

Faced with a formidable enemy, these four men, capable of shaking the cultivation world, unhesitatingly turned their backs to a Mahayana-stage demon beast for the sake of their child.

In the sky, the three Mahayana-stage demonic beasts were stunned.

A hint of human-like confusion flashed in the Golden-Winged Roc's sharp eagle eyes.

What are these ants doing? Fighting amongst themselves?

Or is it some kind of sacrificial ritual that they cannot understand?

The giant rhinoceros ignored all of this. It looked at the unsuspecting back of the demon god, excitedly exhaled a breath of air, and its lightning-streaked horn accelerated instantly, crashing into the demon god like a meteorite hitting the earth.

"Die, you foolish humans!"

Just as the single horn, powerful enough to pierce through mountains, was about to pierce Ye Wuhen's back, and the demonic blade was about to strike the trunk of the sacred tree.

"Snapped!"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Ye Wuhen's devastating strike stopped abruptly half an inch from the tree trunk.

It wasn't that he wanted to stop, but rather that his wrist was tightly wrapped by a thick, emerald-green vine.

Immediately afterwards, a thorny vine lashed him away without mercy.

The hundred-foot-tall demon god's image looked like a deflated balloon, instantly shrinking by half.

At the same time, Ji Lingxiao's sword, Chu Jinglan's calligraphy, and Bai Ze's fire were all slapped away by the vines that sprouted from the ground.

The four men covered their hands and buttocks, like four schoolchildren being punished for doing something wrong, staring blankly at the woman in red floating in front of the treetops.

Jiang Yining was no longer in shock at all.

The red lotus mark between her brows was bewitchingly red, her long hair moved without wind, and the radiance of the divine tree behind her made her look like a goddess from the heavens.

However, the goddess's expression now was a hundred times more ferocious than that of the three Mahayana-stage demonic beasts.

"Don't rush!"

Having just heard Xiao Mutou's explanation, Jiang Yining's vines danced like nimble snakes.

"what?"

Ye Wuhen blinked, a tear that hadn't had a chance to fall still clinging to his dark, demonic eyes, making him look utterly ridiculous.

He subconsciously followed Jiang Yining's finger and looked in that direction.

There was no bloody and gory scene of sacrifice that one might have imagined, hidden within the dense canopy of trees.

On the contrary, the five little ones were comfortably nestled in a cradle woven from tree branches, each one radiating light, looking even more relaxed than if they were soaking in a hot spring.

Da Bao Jiang Lei sat cross-legged on the highest branch, with the "Shou Zhuo" heavy sword floating beside him. The Wanling Divine Tree was continuously injecting pure wood-type life force into his body, helping him temper his somewhat violent thunder sword energy.

The Purple Emperor Qi on Erbao Chu Anyan's body transformed into a small golden dragon, which was happily weaving among the tree branches. With each circle it made, the scales on its body became more solid.

Sanbao Jiang Yeyao was even more lawless. She was riding on a tree branch like a horse, and the chaotic demonic energy around her was instead straightened by the divine tree, turning into obedient black lotuses.

As for Sibao and Wubao, one was counting money (counting leaves), and the other was sleeping, their comfort making people envious.

"This...this is..."

Ji Lingxiao withdrew her thoughts, and the paleness on her face was instantly replaced by an embarrassed blush.

Shenmu's somewhat aggrieved voice entered Jiang Yining's mind through her divine sense:

[Waaaaah, you mean daddies! Little Wood was helping Ningning recharge! And they're trying to chop me up...]

The situation was urgent just now, and we didn't even have a clear understanding of what was going on.

Jiang Yining comforted her, forming a hand seal.

Five beams of light, each a different color, shot into the sky from the sacred tree.

Golden sword energy, purple imperial energy, black and red demonic energy, silver celestial power, and pink alluring demonic power.

These five forces, which were originally completely different and even mutually exclusive, are now perfectly fused together under the harmonization of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree.

Wood generates fire, fire generates earth, earth generates metal... the five elements flow and generate endlessly!

Ultimately, this immense, suffocating power flowed through the roots of the sacred tree and into Jiang Yining's body.

boom--!

Jiang Yining's spiritual energy, which had been somewhat depleted due to the previous battle, surged instantly.

Mid-stage Nascent Soul, late-stage Nascent Soul... Under the blessing of the five-colored halo, her aura subtly broke through the limits, reaching a profound and mysterious realm.

"This is..."

Ye Wuhen muttered to himself, wiping away the tears on his face.

Jiang Yining felt the power within her body that was almost bursting her apart, and her gaze suddenly turned to the three dumbfounded monsters behind her.

The giant rhinoceros that had just charged forward crashed into the invisible wall because Ye Wuhen suddenly turned around and stopped fighting.

That was a "spatial folding symbol" set up by Situ Kong.

At this moment, the giant rhinoceros was shaking its dizzy head, still not quite understanding the situation.

"You had a lot of fun just now, didn't you?"

Jiang Yining cracked her wrists, making a series of crisp snapping sounds.

The five-colored halo behind her slowly rotated, illuminating her stunningly beautiful yet cold face.

"They've scared my children and are going to destroy my city."

She raised her hand, her fingertips wreathed in purple lightning and black demonic fire.

"Since you're here, don't leave."

"Perfect timing, my second child just said that the granary in the Desolate Abyss... is empty."