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

When Jiang Yining arrived, she only had time to catch a wisp of lingering heat in the air.

She stood on the ruins of Qingqiu, looking up at the figure that had become a small red dot, her heart feeling as if it were being squeezed tightly by a giant hand.

"This... stupid fox."

She gritted her teeth, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She knew what Bai Ze wanted to do.

He wanted to withstand the first wave of impact alone.

"Let's go too!"

Jiang Yining scooped up the still-crying Jiang Siyue and turned to look at Ye Wuhen and Chu Jinglan who were chasing after her.

"Back to the city wall!"

"Since he's going to be a hero, then we have to protect his home!"

……

Rumbling--

This time, the sound was no longer thunder.

Rather, it was the grinding sound of some huge, hard object forcibly squeezing the spatial barrier.

At this moment, the entire sky of the Floating Cloud Realm changed color.

The originally gloomy clouds seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

Countless blinding silver rays poured down from the crack.

That's not sunlight.

That was the luster of metal.

One, two, three...

Ten silver flying boats, each ten thousand feet long, emerged slowly from the void, like ten moving steel continents.

A massive shadow loomed over the entire desolate abyss.

That sense of oppression was incomparable to that of the three demonic beasts before.

"puff--!"

On the city wall, thousands of Foundation Establishment cultivators with lower cultivation levels didn't even have time to scream before their blood and qi surged under this terrifying pressure, causing them to vomit blood.

"Activate the defensive formation!!!"

Chu Jinglan roared, mobilizing all his righteous energy in an attempt to erect a barrier.

But that barrier was as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of the halo emanating from the spaceship.

"Is this... the power beyond the Spirit Awakening Realm?"

Situ Kong stood in the corner of the city tower, blood flowing from his seven orifices, the tortoise shell in his hand completely shattered.

He could no longer foresee any chance of survival.

This is not a war at all.

This is a one-sided massacre.

"You're scared already?"

Just when everyone was in despair, a clear, cold voice, transmitted through spiritual power, resounded throughout the city.

Jiang Yining, dressed in a blue robe, stood atop the highest city tower.

The wind and snow tousled her long hair, but they couldn't dispel the almost insane fighting spirit in her eyes.

Behind her, five small figures stood in a row.

Da Bao Jiang Lei, holding the "Peaceful" heavy sword which was taller than him, had lightning flashing in his purple-gold pupils.

Erbao Chu Anyan, though his calves were trembling, gripped the array plate that controlled the entire city's array tightly in his hands, and the Purple Star Emperor Qi formed a faint golden dragon around him.

Sanbao Jiang Yeyao stared fiercely at the huge iron lump in the sky, as if assessing whether it was edible.

Jiang Jingzhi, one of the Four Treasures, clutched the precious coin tightly in her hand and held onto Situ Kong's clothes with her other hand.

Although Wu Bao Jiang Siyue's eyes were red and swollen from crying, she bit her lip tightly, her nine little tails bristling behind her, trying her best to imitate her father's fierce expression.

"A bunch of cowards who only know how to hide in their metal shells."

Jiang Yining sneered, and the vines in her hand shot into the sky, transforming into a giant green dragon that coiled in the air.

"You consider yourselves gods, high and mighty."

"They see us as ants, as livestock."

"But today, I, Jiang Yining, will show you."

She stomped her foot suddenly, unleashing her full Mahayana cultivation without reservation.

Even an ant can bite through an elephant's throat!

"Even livestock can pull so-called gods down from their pedestals!"

Ye Wuhen charged forward with a maniacal laugh, the demonic blade in his hand emitting a humming sound that yearned for blood.

"I've wanted to kill these bastards for ages!"

Although Chu Jinglan was still dressed as a scholar, his scholar's robe had now been transformed into a battle robe, and his righteous aura had turned into a long sword, which hung at his side.

The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits.

"Since he's not a god, then kill him."

Even Situ Kong, who had always been in charge of logistics, stood up unsteadily, and a strange starlight flowed from his blind eyes.

Even fortune tellers have a temper.

"Today, I'll defy the heavens too!"

Four figures stood on the crumbling city wall, facing the steel torrent capable of destroying the world.

There is only one kind of chilling decisiveness.

In the sky, atop the largest flagship.

A Protoss general in a silver robe looked indifferently at the "strong ants" below through the porthole.

"A bunch of reckless fools."

He slowly raised his finger and gently tapped the red dot of light below.

"Frost spell".

hum-

A transparent ripple, visible to the naked eye, struck the charging blood-red figure with a speed that transcended time.

Bai Ze's figure suddenly froze in mid-air.

His dark red armor, and even his burning demonic soul, were completely frozen at this moment.

It's like being sealed inside a huge piece of amber.

"Father!!!"

Jiang Siyue let out a piercing scream.

"Don't rush."

The general's voice echoed coldly between heaven and earth.

"You're next."

He raised his finger again, this time pointing to the city wall of the desolate abyss.

It pointed to the five children who possessed extraordinary physical abilities.

"Save the lives of those five children, and deal with everyone else."

……

Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds swirled, and a terrifying pressure, enough to crush all living beings, descended from the silver flying boat, heading straight for the top of the desolate abyss city.

Confucian methods, enduring and righteous!

Chu Jinglan took a step forward, his blood-stained scholar's robe fluttering in the wind.

His eyes were bloodshot. He raised his hand and pointed to the sky, shouting out the already somewhat hoarse incantation: "The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits! This place... is forbidden!"

Words become law!

An invisible wave of power of words spread out instantly, attempting to use the Heavenly Dao of this realm to directly confront the finger that descended from the sky.

However, in the face of that absolute power, these so-called rules are as fragile as paper.

Click!

A crisp sound echoed in all directions, as if the sky had shattered.

Chu Jinglan's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was as if he had been hit hard, and he staggered backward.

The finger continued its downward strike with devastating force, casting a shadow over the entire city and instilling a sense of despair in everyone's heart.