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

The scene was about to spiral out of control and turn into a large-scale "abandoned child" incident.

Several large hands reached out and forcibly pulled the children down.

With one hand holding the three treasures, Ye Wuhen handed over a dark, ominous bead with the other.

"Take it."

The Demon Lord grinned smugly, "This is the enhanced version of 'Smiling Half-Step to Instantaneity' that I refined overnight. If anyone tries to reason with you, just dissolve one in water and I guarantee they'll be laughing and having diarrhea for three days and three nights."

Ji Lingxiao's lips twitched: "...Thank you."

Although he disliked it, he still put it into his storage ring.

Chu Jinglan waved his fan and elegantly handed over a thick book with the title "One Hundred and Eight Styles of Political Struggle and Public Opinion Warfare" on the cover.

Confucius said: "All warfare is based on deception."

Chu Jinglan smiled gently: "Brother Lingxiao's swordsmanship is divine, but his brain... cough, is still too straightforward. This book records how to use a moral high ground to trick people; you can memorize the whole thing if you're bored on the road."

Ji Lingxiao's temple throbbed, but he held back.

accept.

Bai Ze was the most outrageous. He mysteriously handed over a pink brocade pouch and lowered his voice: "This is the 'Ten Thousand Demon Bewitching Powder,' a secret recipe of the Qingqiu royal family. If you can't beat them, just sprinkle some on them. No matter if they're male or female, they'll go into heat on the spot. Remember to take the antidote first."

Ji Lingxiao: "..."

Looking at this group of former rivals in love, now his frenemy friends, he suddenly felt that the enemies in the upper realm might not be so difficult to deal with.

After all, how could anyone be worse than these people?

Finally, Jiang Yining came up.

She held a bowl of wine and handed it to Ji Lingxiao.

I won't give you any magical treasures.

Jiang Yining looked into his eyes and said, word by word, "When you get up there, remember three things."

"First, save your life."

"Secondly, it's about saving your life."

"Third, in a real crisis, even if it means selling... as long as people are alive, there is hope."

The solemn and tragic atmosphere of the entire venue was instantly shattered.

The cultivators wanted to laugh but dared not, their faces turning red from holding it in.

Ji Lingxiao nodded seriously, took the wine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and then smashed it on the ground.

"Let's go!"

He didn't look back; his figure transformed into a streak of light, soaring straight into the sky.

Rumble—!!

It seems that Heaven has been waiting for this moment for far too long.

As soon as Ji Lingxiao left the ground, the oppressive dark clouds instantly churned and turned into deep purple tribulation clouds.

This is not just an ordinary tribulation of ascension, but a "Nine-Nine Tribulation" specifically designed for powerful individuals who defy the heavens!

The first bolt of lightning was as thick as a bucket and carried an aura of world-destroying destruction.

"Well done!"

In mid-air, Ji Lingxiao let out a long laugh.

At this moment, he was no longer the doting father in the desolate abyss who restrained his claws to appease his wife and children, but the Lingxiao Sword Master who suppressed the Floating Cloud Realm with his sword!

Zheng—

"Death" is unsheathed.

There were no fancy moves, only a single, pure sword strike.

The sword light was as white as snow, flowing upstream.

That terrifying purple lightning tribulation was actually cleaved in two by his sword, turning into countless wandering arcs of electricity.

"Again!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The tribulation lightning seemed to be enraged, with nine, eighteen, thirty-six bolts of lightning... pouring down like a torrential rain, each bolt capable of instantly killing an early-stage Mahayana cultivator.

But the figure in white grew stronger with each battle.

He danced amidst the sea of ​​thunder, his sword energy traversing thirty thousand miles, his sword light chilling nineteen continents.

Below, everyone watching was deeply moved.

This is their father/husband/city lord/love rival... so powerful it makes you despair, yet also makes your blood boil.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yining, who was standing on the ground, was not idle.

"Quickly! Get started!"

She gave instructions while forming hand seals.

All around the desolate abyss, hundreds of lightning rod totems that had been buried beforehand lit up.

The massive root system of the underground myriad spirit trees wriggled wildly, like gaping, greedy mouths.

Ji Lingxiao was struck by lightning in the sky, and the scattered lightning energy was intercepted by the great formation set up by Jiang Yining before it even hit the ground.

"Suck! Suck it dry!"

Jiang Yining's eyes lit up. "This is the power of a heavenly tribulation! Its purity is even higher than that of a top-grade spirit stone! Da Bao, quickly throw your sword in to temper it! Er Bao, take out the array plate and charge it!"

Thus, what was supposed to be a solemn ascension and tribulation turned into a large-scale "fleecing of the Heavenly Dao" event below.

Ji Lingxiao in the sky seemed to sense something, and a helpless yet doting smile appeared on his lips.

This woman really doesn't suffer any loss.

at last.

The ninety-ninth lightning bolt struck.

This bolt of lightning was golden. It contained a certain power of rules, and was no longer simply a form of destruction, but a test.

Ji Lingxiao took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The trials and tribulations he had undergone in the mortal world over the years flashed through his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, his sword intent had changed.

It is no longer a lonely coldness, but a warm protection.

"open!"

He swung his sword.

The golden lightning tribulation dissipated silently.

Immediately afterwards, the thick clouds of tribulation seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand.

A dazzling golden avenue, accompanied by melodious celestial music, stretched down from the void and lay beneath Ji Lingxiao's feet.

At the end, there is a magnificent and vast heavenly gate.

The gates of heaven are wide open!

Ji Lingxiao stepped onto the golden path, and his body began to become ethereal, as he was transforming into a celestial being.

He turned back one last time.

Look at the woman in red standing on the ruins.

Even though they were thousands of feet apart, he knew she was watching him.

"wait for me."

His lips moved slightly, silently uttering two words.

Then, the Heavenly Gate slowly closed, cutting off all sight.

Silence returned to the world.

The lingering oppressive aura in the clouds proved that a peerless expert had just broken through the barrier.

"Waaah—Daddy's gone!"

On the ground, Da Bao could no longer hold back and sat down on the ground, bursting into tears.

The other four children also burst into tears.

The cultivators of the desolate abyss also had tears in their eyes, a mixture of reverence for the strong and sadness at parting.

Just then.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Several crisp applause rang out.

Jiang Yining turned around, and there was no trace of sadness on her face.

Holding the energy-filled array plate in her hand, she looked at the displayed energy values ​​and smiled as brightly as a flower: "Don't cry, we'll catch up soon if we cultivate hard!"

Jiang Yining kicked Ye Wuhen, who was still immersed in sadness, awake: "Stop pretending to be melancholy! Get to work!!"

He then pointed at Situ Kong: "Take the image recording stone of that sword strike, price it at ten thousand spirit stones each, and sell it throughout the entire cultivation world! Name it 'The Sword Master's Ascension Record: The Untold Secret'!"

Finally, she looked at the five children with snot bubbles hanging from their noses.

Jiang Yining knelt down and wiped away Da Bao's tears, her eyes burning with ambition and fighting spirit.

"Children, your father has gone to the upper realm to scout the way for us."

"The monsters there are fatter, the treasures are more plentiful, and the spirit stones are purer!"

She stood up, waved her hand, and pointed towards the gradually closing Heavenly Gate, her voice resounding throughout the desolate abyss:

"Goal: Ascend to immortality for everyone!"

"yes!!!"

The deafening roar echoed through the sky, dispelling the sorrow of parting and filling only with boundless fighting spirit.