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

Above Abandoned Star Island, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth went berserk without warning.

The once cloudless dome suddenly seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, emitting a dull, teeth-grinding tearing sound. Dark purple lightning bolts surged wildly through the spatial rift, and a massive, suffocating shadow was piercing through the spatial barrier with an overwhelming force.

The first wave of elite Protoss Star-Picking Army fleet was less than 100,000 miles from Abandoned Star Island. The terrifying pressure, enough to destroy a plane, caused the seawater in the entire area to stop churning, and was forcibly pressed into a smooth mirror surface.

On the huge open-air plaza behind the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

"Clang—"

A massive mechanical arm precisely embedded a 100,000-jin (approximately 50,000 kg) piece of ancient divine iron into the base. Mo Xie stood on the high platform, his eyes flashing with a cold red light, his ten fingers dancing like phantoms, controlling thousands upon thousands of emotionless metal puppets.

The outer hull of the spirit ship, engraved with intricate defensive array patterns, has been fully assembled. This interdimensional spirit ship is tens of thousands of feet long, its entire body displaying a deep dark gold color. It lies quietly on the plaza, like a colossal star beast lurking in the abyss, waiting only for the final core array to be embedded before it can instantly tear this world apart.

Meanwhile, in the private rest room of the Xuan Yin Palace.

The air pressure is so low it can freeze a person into an ice sculpture.

Gu Qinghan braced himself against the wall beside Jiang Yining's cheek, pulling her into his arms. His eyes blazed with intense possessiveness and almost uncontrollable madness. His breathing was heavy as he gritted his teeth and said, "You really want him to touch you? Can't my pure Yang True Essence protect even a single core of the formation?"

Jiang Yining leaned against the wall, showing no sign of panic or pressure.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at the Pure Yang Sword Master in front of her who was almost losing his mind because of jealousy, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of lazy huskiness.

Before Gu Qinghan could lash out again, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his tense neck. Her long, cool fingertips slowly moved up the back of his neck, gently tracing his dark hair and kneading it lightly.

This practiced, instinctive gesture made Gu Qinghan stiffen instantly, and most of his surging pure yang sword intent dissipated in an instant.

"Feng Liuyun is merely a tool to provide the spark." Jiang Yining tiptoed closer to his thin lips, their breaths mingling. "The moment the array's core takes shape, it needs the strongest and most powerful yang energy to stabilize its foundation. Besides you, who else is worthy to touch what I personally crafted?"

In one sentence, Gu Qinghan was elevated to an unparalleled position.

Gu Qinghan's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the icy coldness in his eyes began to shatter: "Is this really true?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Jiang Yining chuckled, turned her head, and her soft lips brushed against his jawline, finally landing precisely on his tightly pursed lips.

A few light kisses, yet carrying an air of absolute control, were like a timely rain, instantly extinguishing all the jealousy burning in Gu Qinghan's heart.

He wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pressing her tightly against him, greedily inhaling her unique fragrance, his voice hoarse: "Ning'er, don't lie to me. If you look at that scruffy bird even once more, I will surely cut off its wings."

"Alright." Jiang Yining patted his back decisively. "The sky is about to fall outside, are you, the Sword Master, really planning to hide inside and chat with me?"

Gu Qinghan paused, glancing through the window at the sky outside, which had turned dark red. Her gaze instantly returned to its cold and sharp state.

"I'll come back for my reward after I've dealt with those damned bugs." He released his grip, his fingertips rubbing heavily against Jiang Yining's reddened lips, before turning and striding out the door.

White robes fluttered in the wind, sword energy soared to the sky.

Watching Gu Qinghan's departing figure, the smile on Jiang Yining's lips slowly faded, and her eyes returned to their cold and rational state.

She raised her hand to straighten her slightly disheveled clothes, completely forgetting the romantic atmosphere from just now. Pushing open the side door of the rest room, she turned around without hesitation and stepped back into the weapon-refining chamber, which was still frighteningly hot.

A wave of heat hit us.

Feng Liuyun collapsed onto the scorching jade floor, utterly disheveled. His once magnificent red robes were now completely soaked with sweat, clinging to his pale skin. His eyes, which always held a hint of flirtatious provocation, were now dull and lifeless, filled only with heavy breathing.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head with difficulty and looked at Jiang Yining, who was walking back. A morbid infatuation flashed in his eyes, mixed with a deep fear.

"Still alive?" Jiang Yining walked up to him and looked down at him.

Feng Liuyun gave a bitter laugh, his voice so weak it sounded like he might die at any moment: "Island Lord... are you really planning to squeeze every last drop out of me? My life force... has been completely drained by you."

"Is it empty already?" Jiang Yining sneered. "The interdimensional spirit ship still needs one last quenching. With your current skill, you can't even open half of the array's core."

Feng Liuyun's eyes widened as she struggled to sit up: "Again? Are you crazy! If you keep whipping me, I'll die!"

"How could the young master of the Phoenix Clan die so easily?" Jiang Yining interrupted him mercilessly and walked directly to the stove.

Without even glancing at Feng Liuyun, she rapidly formed hand seals, countless rays of purple-gold law light flowing from her fingertips. The core formation, which had been suspended in mid-air, began to slowly sink, preparing to embed itself into the spirit boat's central core.

While precisely controlling the formation, Jiang Yining's divine sense simultaneously spread outwards like ripples on water, instantly enveloping the entire Abandoned Star Island.

"Moye, charge the main cannon and lock onto the spatial rift directly above."

"Su Chenzhou, cut all the earth vein energy into the Purple Gold Island Protection Array, leaving not a single bit behind."

"Keep a close eye on those three troublemakers. Make them hold the line. Anyone who dares to let a Protoss in at this time will be held accountable."

The cold, authoritative commands were accurately transmitted to everyone's minds through divine sense. Multitasking, she could effortlessly resolve the infighting within the harem while simultaneously manipulating the entire battlefield with ease.

This posture of absolute control left Feng Liuyun, who was lying on the ground, stunned.

But then, a sense of despair washed over him again.

"Get ready." Jiang Yining said coldly without turning her head.

In the final quenching stage, the immortal ship needs a burst of terrifyingly high temperature to completely penetrate the array patterns. This temperature must reach the extreme of the Nirvana True Flame.

Feng Liuyun gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling. His body was truly empty; his meridians were as parched as cracked earth, unable to produce even a wisp of fire.

Outside the sealed room.

The sky was already a pale white, illuminated by the light emanating from the enemy warships' massive formation.

Through the glass skylight at the top of the secret chamber, Feng Liuyun could clearly see the illusory image of the Star Spirit warship that blotted out the sky high above, slowly crushing down with an overwhelming sense of destruction.

Abandoned Star Island is like a small boat on a vast ocean.