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

Above Abandoned Star Island, the sea breeze, carrying the acrid smell of wasteland, swept across the sky.

The island-protecting array, dominated by the purple-gold energy root of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree and drawing upon a massive amount of Star Spirit Clan heavy industry resources, has completely merged with the island's dried-up underground veins.

Above the horizon, the dazzling purple-gold light of the laws receded like the tide, slowly receding and finally disappearing into the invisible void. From the outside, the entire massive island seemed to have returned to its former desolate, dilapidated, and defenseless tranquility.

However, only those who have truly reached the boundary will know that in this seemingly calm air, every inch of space is filled with terrifying killing intent woven from the laws of the Profound Light Realm.

On the sea a hundred miles away from Abandoned Star Island, several interstellar raider ships painted entirely in dark black were gliding silently along the surface of the sea like hyenas that had smelled blood.

They were notorious space pirates from the nearby star system. In their eyes, the previous annihilation of the Protoss vanguard was nothing more than a lose-lose situation, a perfect opportunity to take advantage of the chaos and make a fortune.

"Press the thrusters to the lowest setting and prepare to deploy the fishing nets. The scraps on this island are enough to keep us happy for centuries." The one-eyed leader stood in the command center, greedily licking his dry lips.

The first spaceship at the very front has just crossed that invisible warning line.

There wasn't even the slightest warning.

The silent sky suddenly cracked open. Dozens of purple-gold lightning bolts, as thick as buckets and wreathed in the laws of destruction, fell straight down like divine punishment.

"boom--!!!"

These raiders, who possessed peak Nascent Soul cultivation, didn't even have time to fully display their expressions of terror, nor could they utter a single scream.

Their sturdy spaceship alloy armor and their proud protective spiritual power were like fragile paper toys before this pure law-based lightning and fire. In an instant, the three spaceships, along with all the life inside, were completely annihilated into countless fine, ethereal dust, which was then scattered cleanly by the sea breeze.

In that instant, the reputation of Abandoned Star Island as a "no-man's land" was firmly established in this sea area in the coldest and most undeniable way.

Meanwhile, deep within the Xuan Yin Palace...

"Rumble..."

The heavy dragon-slaying stone, accompanied by the grinding sound of its mechanisms, slowly rose upwards. The door to the secret chamber finally reopened.

Jiang Yining walked out of the shadows with composed steps. Her exquisitely beautiful and aloof face exuded a languid ease and composure that came with a completely stable cultivation level, as her purple-gold skirt brushed against the threshold.

Behind her, Su Chenzhou stood with his broad, muscular upper body bare, his bronze muscles still bearing the faint, dark red lines left by the activation of an array. He followed closely behind Jiang Yining, half a step to her side, his eyes sharp as a alpha wolf guarding its territory.

They had just stepped out the door.

Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng, who had been waiting outside the hall for a long time and were almost losing their minds in the flames of jealousy, instantly turned their gazes towards Su Chenzhou. Two gazes containing the pressure of top-level powerful beings were like incomparably sharp blades, mercilessly carving across Su Chenzhou's bare chest.

The three men who stood atop the pyramid of the Canglan Realm gathered once again outside the not-so-spacious palace gate.

"It seems that the life core of the ship's owner has been repaired very well."

Gu Qinghan's tone was calm, yet every word carried a chilling killing intent. He didn't retract the natal longsword in his hand, which burned with the pure Yang true fire of Haotian. The sword tip pointed diagonally at the ground, the extreme heat causing the surrounding air to distort wildly. "Since your life is spared, then get out of the way. Tonight, the inner hall will require a complete cleanup of the great formation using the pure Yang secret technique of my Pill Tower. Step aside."

Upon hearing this, Yu Luofeng's lips curled into a mocking smile.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the Netherworld Ghost Chains, at the semi-saint level, clattered around him like black venomous snakes, their clanging a sickening sound. "Pure Yang Secret Technique? The grand formation has just been fused, and the Yin energy of the earth's veins is at its most restless. My Netherworld Ghost Qi is indispensable for suppression. If Tower Master Gu is too hot-tempered, he should go cool off on the rocks in the outer courtyard. I will guard Ning'er's inner chambers."

Su Chenzhou stood behind Jiang Yining, listening to the two's heated exchange, and slightly spread his palms upward.

The reshaped, even purer and more ferocious primordial starfire leaped wildly in his large palm. He raised his wild, dark golden eyes, meeting their gazes without flinching.

"You two are delicate and precious. If the Lord's bottomless pit drains your life force, it will be a mess." Su Chenzhou's voice was rough, but it revealed an arrogant and unforgiving air. "I have thick skin and can withstand being drained the most. The Lord finds it most convenient to use me."

This statement hit Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng's sore spots perfectly.

The three, who had initially maintained a semblance of restraint, suddenly had their auras collide. Pure Yang True Fire, Netherworld Ghost Qi, and Primordial Starfire—three powers representing the pinnacle of the Canglan Realm—clashed violently in the narrow corridor.

The temperature of the entire Xuan Yin Palace plummeted to freezing point in an instant, and even the water droplets on the walls froze into frost, which was then evaporated by the high temperature.

The once high and mighty Tower Master of the Pill Tower and the Lord of the Ghost Realm have now completely cast aside their so-called dignity and face.

They held each other back, pressing forward relentlessly. Even if the slightest misstep could lead to a life-or-death struggle and the destruction of the palace, they were absolutely unwilling to back down an inch. Their only thought was to fight for the sole spot to stay by Jiang Yining's side tonight and "keep watch" and "power" her at the door leading to the inner palace.

Outside the palace, a terrifying battle raged, capable of tearing space apart.

Inside the palace, however, the scene was completely different.

In a large jade cradle, two twins, one black and one white, lay side by side on a soft mica brocade.

They showed no fear or crying at the devastating pressure outside; on the contrary, they seemed quite content.

The violent pure yang, extreme yin, and starlight aura that seeped into the air through the cracks in the door were forcibly stripped away by two invisible forces the moment they approached the cradle.

The twins closed their eyes, and the imprint of life and death cycle quietly circulated within their bodies. They seemed to possess the instinct to control all the surrounding energy, treating these energy storms, which even Mahayana cultivators would avoid, as the most delicious and nourishing pre-sleep sustenance, greedily absorbing them into their small bodies.

Jiang Yining leaned against the large, comfortable ice silk couch in the hall.

She didn't speak up to stop the men outside from fighting over her, as if the tense situation outside was just a shadow play to please her.

She turned slightly to the side, extended a slender, white finger, and casually and gently stroked the baby boy's soft cheek with her fingertip.

Seemingly sensing his mother's touch, the boy turned his head slightly and slowly opened his eyes, which were as deep as an abyss.

Deep within his dark, deep eyes, a gray mark of life and death was slowly rotating in a mysterious trajectory.

The reflection of that mark clearly illuminated the area outside the palace. There, the three once-arrogant overlords were locked in a desperate struggle, swords drawn, fighting tooth and nail for the chance to serve their mother.