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

"Bang!"

A dull thud suddenly exploded over the abandoned star island.

The smoke from the retreat of the Protoss vanguard fleet had not yet completely dissipated when, outside the purple-gold protective array shield of the island, a massive and imposing figure was mercilessly kept out.

Ao Lin slammed his fists hard against the array's light barrier.

The knuckles of his ten fingers turned white, and fresh blood slowly flowed down the invisible defensive barrier, a shocking sight.

His eyes were red and swollen as he stared intently at the towering Xuan Yin Palace within the formation. His voice trembled, filled with disbelief and pain.

"Ning'er! Activate the formation!"

He shouted, his throat feeling as if it were filled with rusty shards of glass, "Why are you so heartless? I gave you the entire foundation of the Dragon Palace, I was even willing to give up my life, and you actually trampled my sincerity underfoot!"

He couldn't figure it out.

Just days ago they were tenderly cuddling on the dragon bed, but in the blink of an eye, the Star Spirit army attacked, and he risked his life to cover her retreat. Yet, upon his return, he was blocked outside by this cold, imposing formation.

In the Xuan Yin Palace, on the high white jade throne.

Jiang Yining leaned back lazily. A soft purple-gold robe was loosely draped over her shoulders, exuding an unassailable air of authority.

His gaze pierced through layers of light, landing on that once arrogant face. His expression remained completely calm.

It's like looking at a piece of trash that has lost its usefulness.

He couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyelids.

"That's a really awful way to shout."

Gu Qinghan, dressed in spotless white robes, pressed himself against her side with an air of possessiveness. His slender fingers picked up a cup of freshly brewed 100,000-year-old Sea Soul Spirit Tea.

Gently blow away the white vapor floating on the surface.

He brought the teacup to Jiang Yining's lips.

Gu Qinghan slightly turned her head, coldly glancing at Ao Lin outside the formation. Her gaze was like that of someone looking at a stray dog, full of undisguised contempt.

Jiang Yining took Gu Qinghan's hand, parted her red lips slightly, and took a small sip of the spiritual tea.

Seeing the two acting so intimately.

Outside the formation, Ao Lin's body suddenly stiffened.

His anger was instantly consumed by intense jealousy and resentment, and the dark golden vertical pupils in his eyes contracted wildly.

The once invincible majesty of the dragon has vanished.

His Adam's apple bobbed twice with great difficulty.

"Ning'er..." Her voice held an extremely humble plea, "Let me in. I don't want anything else, I just want to stay by your side."

"Keep them by your side?"

Jiang Yining curled a cold smile at the corner of her lips, and her voice, clear and cold, traveled out of the array through the amplification array.

"You dragons, once you fall in love, you can't suppress the servility in your bones. Is that right?"

Ao Lin's breath hitched.

Jiang Yining spoke bluntly, not even bothering to feign politeness: "I drained the ancient dragon veins, and emptied the dragon palace's treasure trove. Your cultivation level has even fallen from the Heavenly Monarch Realm to the True Monarch Realm. A useless dragon that has lost its usefulness is worthless to me."

Every word was like a knife coated with deadly poison, precisely piercing Ao Lin's heart.

Not only do you shove it in, but you also stir it around a few times.

Ao Lin's defenses were completely breached.

Bloodshot veins appeared at the corners of his eyes, and his hands gripped the edge of the light shield tightly.

"You're lying!" he roared. "Qibao is still in your belly! That's my flesh and blood! You can't possibly abandon our child!"

The dragon's extreme concern for the seven treasures within its belly became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The Dragon Emperor, high above all others, felt his knees go weak.

He knelt in mid-air, utterly humiliated, separated by that purple-gold light barrier.

He abandoned all thoughts of resistance, only hoping to see her once.

From the shadows to the right of the throne came an undisguised sneer.

Yu Luofeng leaned against an obsidian pillar, her pale fingertips casually twirling a black jade wine cup. Extremely yin and ghostly energy slithered beneath her feet like venomous snakes.

"A mudfish that can't even protect its own resources dares to talk about blood ties here." Yu Luofeng's eyes were filled with a morbid mockery. "Ning'er is carrying the trump card of Abandoned Star Island. What does that have to do with you having half a spirit stone?"

Ao Lin completely ignored Yu Luofeng's taunts.

He stared intently at the woman on the throne.

"Ning'er, please... for Qibao's sake, don't send me away."

Jiang Yining slowly stood up.

The purple-gold robe spread out along the steps, releasing the terrifying pressure of the late-stage Profound Light Realm without reservation.

She looked down at the lowly man outside the formation, who was humiliated to the point of being buried in the mud.

She publicly announced the absolute ownership of the seven treasures in her womb.

"I heard you clearly."

His voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth, "The child is mine, and the Dragon Palace is mine. You can get out."

The words fell.

Jiang Yining waved casually, then turned and walked back into the inner hall.

I feel like I'm wasting my time even glancing at him.

Gu Qinghan slowly placed the teacup on the table.

The white robes fluttered in the wind as he looked down and uttered a cold warning: "Get lost before my sword is drawn. Don't defile the territory of Abandoned Star Island."

After saying that, he turned around and followed Jiang Yining.

The heavy doors of the Xuan Yin Palace slammed shut.

Completely isolating that lonely figure outside.

Outside the array.

The sea breeze, carrying a strong stench of blood, swept over us.

Ao Lin knelt in the void, staring blankly at the tightly closed palace door.

The phrase "worthless" kept echoing in my mind.

It's too cruel.

This woman drained all his resources, absorbed his Heavenly Lord essence, and took away the wealth accumulated by the Dragon Palace over millions of years.

In the end, they wouldn't even spare a fake glance.

Any top expert in the Canglan Realm would have gone berserk and fought to the death if they had suffered such betrayal and humiliation.

But Ao Lin did not.

He looked down at his hands, which were bloody and mangled from exertion.

A self-deprecating, bitter smile slowly crept onto his lips.

go?

Where to go?

The Dragon Palace is gone, the dragon vein is severed. He has nothing now.

The only thing left was the unborn child in her womb.

He can't leave.

Even if he's trampled underfoot like trash, even if his dignity is wantonly trampled on by other men, he will stay as close to her as possible.

"You want me to get lost?"

A flash of extreme, obsessive madness crossed Ao Lin's eyes. "Don't even think about it!"

He suddenly straightened up and slammed his knees heavily onto the array's light barrier.

"Ning'er! I won't leave! I'll kneel here until you open the formation!"

A hoarse roar pierced the night sky.

No response.

Only the relentless crashing of the waves against the rocks could be heard.

Deep within the palace, inside the sleeping quarters.

Jiang Yi stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the shameless man outside the formation who refused to leave.

There wasn't a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Mistress," Mo Xie's emotionless electronic voice sounded in her ear, "Target detected to be in a state of extreme emotional breakdown. Activate the Star Energy Cannon to expel it?"

"Need not."

Jiang Yining said calmly, turning around and sitting down on the bed. "Since he wants to stay so much, let him bring something tangible in exchange."

Having exploited its inherent value, now it's time to extract its remaining worth.

Top-notch labor is delivered to our doorstep; why not take advantage of it?