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

Just as that hundreds-of-miles-wide, eerie blue waterfall of death was about to engulf the celestial ship's hull, at the critical moment...

Jiang Yining stood proudly in the void, her eyes cold as ice, her divine sense suddenly stirring.

"rise."

As soon as she parted her red lips, a violent fluctuation of laws instantly emanated from the void surrounding the immortal ship.

"boom--"

Without warning, an immense, absolute shield lit up around the celestial ship. This shield was woven from the purest crimson Nirvana Fire and the vitality of the purple-gold divine wood. As the two colors of light flowed, they formed an indestructible barrier of laws, completely enveloping the ten-thousand-foot-long celestial ship.

The next instant, a devastating beam of light slammed violently into the two-tone shield.

There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected, nor any deafening roar as if space itself were being torn apart. The azure beams of light, powerful enough to instantly vaporize a True Monarch Realm expert, vanished silently into the shield the moment they touched it, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

The violent energy surged against the absolute defense, only creating faint ripples of two colors. The barrage of artillery fire did not even diminish the luster of the shield's surface. This absolute defense, which combined the dual laws of divine wood and nirvana, easily withstood the saturation fire of tens of thousands of enemy warships.

"This...this is impossible!"

High in the sky, the Protoss commander stared intently at the holographic screen, the red light in his mechanical eyes flashing violently, his core engine emitting a piercing hum due to computational overload. That was their strongest salvo, unleashed from tens of thousands of warships—and it hadn't even broken through a single layer of the enemy's shield?

Meanwhile, inside the celestial ship, in the ship's central control room.

The mechanical guardian Mo Xie stood before the massive quantum computer, his eyes flashing with a red light representing the highest level of execution authority.

"Shield stable, energy flow normal. The Mother's vehicle cannot tolerate the slightest flaw." Mo Xie's cold, mechanical voice echoed in the ship's cabin.

His slender fingers blurred across the imaginary array keyboard, swiftly directing tens of thousands of sophisticated puppets within the ship's cabin to their positions. A massive stream of data instantly materialized into tangible golden rays, precisely connecting over one hundred thousand array nodes throughout the ship's metal structure.

"Fire control center connection successful."

"Flanking Star Energy Heavy Artillery Array activated."

"Activate all fire control systems!"

With Mo Xie's command, the heavy armor on both sides of the immortal ship suddenly opened, and thousands of star energy cannons, flashing with dangerous light, emerged from their muzzles, their dark barrels locking onto the Protoss fleet in the sky.

The wind howled across the bridge.

Jiang Yining gracefully landed on the broad, flat bridge deck. Standing proudly in the gale, her purple-gold skirt fluttered like a blooming double-petaled peony. Overlooking the entire sea ignited by the flames of war, her composure and dominance were captivating.

Feng Liuyun followed closely behind and landed on the bridge.

He gazed at Jiang Yining's thin shoulders, exposed by the howling wind, his eyes filled with infatuation and tenderness. With an effortless flick of his wrist, he retrieved an exquisitely luxurious cloak from his storage ring. The cloak was meticulously crafted from his most precious natal phoenix feather, enhanced with the True Fire of Nirvana, radiating a warm and comforting aura.

Feng Liuyun stepped forward, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure, wanting to tenderly drape the cloak, which contained his own essence, over Jiang Yining's shoulders.

However, the cloak hadn't even settled properly yet.

"Bang!"

A cold, hard sword hilt ruthlessly pierced through the air, striking Feng Liuyun's wrist with unerring accuracy.

Gu Qinghan, his face cold, had already appeared to Jiang Yining's left without her noticing. Without even glancing at Feng Liuyun, he roughly shoved her aside with the hilt of the Haotian Chunyang Sword.

"It's windy here, but Ning'er possesses the Myriad Spirits Divine Wood, how could she be afraid of the cold? You should keep this tattered thing that smells like burnt bird feathers for yourself." Gu Qinghan said sarcastically, while naturally raising his hand and using his pure Yang True Essence to form an invisible windproof barrier around Jiang Yining.

Feng Liuyun was knocked back half a step, her face darkening: "Gu Qinghan, are you looking for trouble?"

"So what if you're looking for trouble?" Yu Luofeng's sinister voice followed.

Dressed in a black robe, Yu Luofeng moved with the swift and sinister steps, appearing like a ghost to Jiang Yining's right side. With a seemingly casual wave of his ghost-faced folding fan, a hidden force sent Feng Liuyun's phoenix feather cloak flying several feet away.

"You're offering up a tattered cloak as a treasure? If Ning'er is truly cold, I will transform the extreme yin energy of the Nine Netherworlds into a warm breeze." Yu Luofeng looked at Feng Liuyun with a half-smile, his eyes full of mockery.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

With a roar, Ao Lin, exuding the domineering aura of a true dragon, barged into the battle. Relying on his powerful dragon body, he forcefully carved out a space between Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng.

"What do you bunch of good-for-nothings know! Ning'er needs the nourishment of True Dragon Qi right now!" Ao Lin reached out and grabbed Jiang Yining's hand without any politeness, trying to take the opportunity to transfer True Dragon Qi. "Ning'er, let me do it..."

These four top-tier, peerless experts of the Canglan Realm, on the deck of the immortal ship amidst the constant barrage of gunfire and the ever-present threat of annihilation, completely disregarded the threat of tens of thousands of enemy ships overhead. In their quest for the right to drape a cloak over Jiang Yining and shield her from the wind, they recklessly tripped each other up and secretly competed for the privilege of doing so.

Sword energy, ghost energy, dragon might, and phoenix fire—four forces—pulled and collided wildly within a few feet of Jiang Yining.

Jiang Yining stood at the center of this storm.

Faced with this world-ending crisis, she felt no tension whatsoever. On the contrary, she thoroughly enjoyed the extreme relaxation and humor of seeing the men vying for her attention and fawning over her. Watching these usually aloof rulers now compete for her favor like hounds fighting over a bone, the thrill of being in complete control brought a pleased smile to her lips.

But this pleasure lasted only a moment before Jiang Yining's eyes narrowed slightly.

Through her divine sense connecting with the immortal ship, she keenly sensed that although the main cannon at the bow, representing the immortal ship's strongest destructive power, had been activated, its internal energy circuit was completely empty.

When this epic-level celestial ship's main cannon undergoes its first charge, it requires an extremely large amount of spiritual power to unlock the ancient array patterns that have been dormant for who knows how long.

Jiang Yining suppressed her smile.

Without any mercy, she swung her hands, unleashing an incomparably powerful force of law that pushed the four men who were still vying and entangled with each other several feet away.

"You all better behave yourselves." Her tone was indifferent, carrying an unquestionable authority.

With her skirt billowing, Jiang Yining walked forward steadily. Ignoring the beams of destruction gathering again overhead, she went directly to the main control panel at the front of the bridge, which was adorned with dazzling lights, and placed her fair and soft hand heavily on the main control array plate.