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

Carrying the still-dripping Longquan sword, Ao Lin walked heavily toward the large and luxurious dragon bed.

The nauseating stench of blood outside the palace was completely shut out; the light of the ancient sealing array transformed the place into an absolutely private cage. He casually tossed the Longquan sword onto the white jade floor tiles, making a crisp clinking sound.

This Dragon Emperor, who had dominated the demon realm for tens of thousands of years, was now like a trapped beast that had exhausted its strength.

His tall and muscular body staggered suddenly, and a muffled groan escaped his throat.

In order to forcibly activate the ancient killing formation and kill the elders, his meridians, which were already riddled with holes, were once again overloaded. A surge of sweet and foul blood rushed to his throat, but he forced it down by biting his teeth.

Ao Lin's usually arrogant face was now a terrifying pale white, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of cold sweat.

He could no longer hold on, and his tall body collapsed heavily onto the soft silk quilt like a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade.

Extreme exhaustion, the frantic loss of his essence, and the hidden emptiness in his heart caused by personally killing an elder of his own clan all overwhelmed him like a tidal wave at this moment.

He desperately needed to prove that he was still the omnipotent supreme ruler of the demon realm.

Ao Lin turned around, his strong arms like iron hoops, tightly embracing Jiang Yining on the inside of the bed. He buried his face deep in the fragrant crook of her neck, greedily inhaling the scent that calmed him. In this moment of isolation and helplessness, betrayed by everyone, he desperately sought this only comfort like a drowning mortal.

"Ning'er... In this demon realm, only you and the child belong to me." Ao Lin's voice was terribly hoarse, revealing a hint of vulnerability that was hard to detect.

Jiang Yining's fingers, hanging by her side, curled slightly.

The next second, she gently raised her fair and slender hands and gently stroked Ao Lin's broad but slightly trembling back.

Her fingertips carried a calming, warm spiritual energy, slowly tracing the lines of his taut muscles. Each touch seemed to soothe the rage and pain deep within his soul.

"Your Majesty is the greatest ruler in the world. Those people are ungrateful and deserve to die."

Jiang Yining's voice was extremely gentle, like the sweetest spring water, completely soaking Ao Lin's violent heart.

With gentle words, Jiang Yining turned over gently.

As she moved, her already thin, plain gauze dress slipped down to below her fair, rounded shoulders, revealing her slender waist, so delicate it seemed it could be broken with the slightest touch.

Inside the dimly lit palace, light and shadow flickered.

Ao Lin's eyes turned red from the extreme visual and tactile stimulation, and he was once again ignited by madness.

He roughly grabbed Jiang Yining's waist and kissed her fiercely.

The extravagant dragon bed began to creak.

Jiang Yining tilted her long, snow-white neck back, her red lips slightly parted.

Hidden beneath their tightly pressed skin were countless, delicate, and completely transparent roots of a divine tree. This time, they began to nourish Ao Lin.

"Ugh—"

A deep roar escaped from Ao Lin's throat.

He felt a strong tingling sensation shooting from the base of his spine straight to the top of his head; the feeling was incredibly intense.

Jiang Yining's late-stage Profound Light Realm cultivation barrier shattered under the terrifying onslaught of this massive amount of high-level origin energy.

The small world within her body, which was beginning to take shape, was expanding outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the purple-gold light of the law illuminated her meridians!

The placenta phantom, imbued with the blood of a true dragon, emitted a dazzling halo.

In an almost sacrificial manner, Ao Lin entrusted his life entirely to the woman in front of him who was trying to kill him.

"Ning'er... everything I have... is yours..." Ao Lin murmured, lost in passion, his large hand clutching the hem of Jiang Yining's clothes.

A satisfied smile played on Ao Lin's lips.

After it was over, he had already fallen asleep. Jiang Yining grabbed a large, plain-colored coat and draped it over her shoulders to cover her fair and alluring skin.

Jiang Yining stood up from the messy bed, her bare, jade-like feet stepping onto the cold white jade floor tiles.

She raised her right hand, her long, slender, fair fingertips gently tracing the ancient storage ring on her left hand.

"Buzz—"

With a subtle fluctuation of laws, a purple-gold jade tablet, exuding a strong true dragon aura and engraved with intricate ancient dragon patterns, instantly appeared in her palm.

It was the top-grade magic artifact that Ao Lin had personally given her to demonstrate his domineering nature and affection—the artifact that could control part of the Dragon Palace's core treasure vault!

Jiang Yining lowered her head and, by the faint light of the luminous pearl in the palace, quietly examined the jade pendant.

Deep within her icy eyes, a chilling madness and greed gradually surfaced. Previously, using this jade token in conjunction with Mo Xie's teleportation array, she had only dared to smuggle some top-grade star essence stones and divine medicines from the outer perimeter.

Now, Ao Lin has wiped out all the guards of the Dragon Palace.

It's time to use the highest authority of the jade tablet and take away all those ancient treasures deep within that core treasury, treasures that even Heavenly Monarch Realm experts would covet!

The moment her slender fingertips touched the core array pattern of the jade tablet!

"Boom—!"

A terrifying spatial fluctuation, oppressive and violent, seemingly capable of tearing the entire world in two, was transmitted wildly down from the far reaches of the sea without warning!

The fluctuation was so intense that even Jiang Yining's powerful soul, which had reached the late stage of the Profound Light Realm, felt a stinging pain like being pricked by needles!

In the void, tens of thousands of miles away in the deep sea.

The upper part of the abyss was originally pitch black and desolate, adorned only by starlight.

The folded water barrier, which is said to be so difficult for even a semi-saint to cross and has protected the demon realm for billions of years, is now emitting a series of tearing sounds!

"Sizzle!"

A terrifying crack tens of thousands of feet long was torn open from the outside by an extreme violence that did not belong to the laws of the cultivation world!

Behind the enormous rift where eerie green and silver-white intertwined, a massive, despair-inducing silver-steel fleet silently revealed its grotesque and terrifying outline.

Thousands of heavy Protoss warships, their hulls covered with a dense array of cultivation runes and streamlined metal armor combining Protoss technology.

They were like a group of prehistoric deep-sea behemoths lurking in the darkness, baring their venomous fangs, exuding an aura of coldness, death, and absolute destruction.

The Protoss army has arrived!

On the super-capable ship, which is 100,000 feet long, located at the very front of the entire fleet.

The Protoss commander, clad in heavy armor radiating a ghostly green starlight, stood ramrod straight at the very front of the command tower, his hands resting on a massive broadsword inlaid with the crystal core of a Nascent Soul stage demon beast.

He looked down at the dark, deep sea, his withered face, covered in gray lines, now twisted in extreme hatred and madness.

"By order of the High Priest!"