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

The gale at the end of the secret passage was chilling and biting, as if it were the deathly aura blowing from the deepest hell, mixed with a nauseating smell of blood.

Holding the three treasures tightly in her arms, Jiang Yining, surrounded by a group of top experts standing at the pinnacle of the Canglan Realm, traversed the winding and dark underground spiritual vein passage at top speed. The surrounding rock walls were inlaid with Netherworld Fluorites that emitted a faint glow, casting the group's shadows in flickering light.

Gu Qinghan walked to her left, his tall and imposing figure like an insurmountable mountain, shielding her from most of the biting wind. His warm, large hands naturally enveloped Jiang Yining's slightly cool fingertips, domineering yet restrained. His pure Yang energy, the most masculine and powerful, transformed into wisps of visible golden energy, flowing continuously into her body through their touching skin, gently dispelling the chilling atmosphere that threatened to freeze her soul.

"Ning'er, watch your step. This place is protected by a vicious restriction that suppresses divine consciousness. Don't let the cold damage your heart meridian." Gu Qinghan's deep voice rang in her ears. He turned his head slightly, and his deep eyes, which were usually filled with the coldness of ten thousand years, were now like thawing spring water, reflecting only her figure, with a possessiveness that did not allow anyone else to object.

Seeing this, Feng Liuyun, walking on the right, let out a lazy hum, not to be outdone. His crimson robe fluttered in the cold wind, like the most enchanting red spider lily blooming on the banks of the River of Oblivion. He leaned slightly forward, his long, jade-like fingers casually brushing across Jiang Yining's shoulder, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

At the same time, a ball of crimson-gold Nirvana True Fire danced nimbly at his fingertips, its light, containing the pure vitality of the beginning of heaven and earth, instantly illuminating the surrounding darkness as bright as day.

"With my earth-shattering Nirvana True Fire protecting you, how could the Island Lord feel cold?" Feng Liuyun's lips curled into a smug and seductive smile. He deliberately moved closer, his warm breath carrying a faint, cool fragrance, brushing against Jiang Yining's ear. His peach blossom eyes glanced at Gu Qinghan with provocation. "Gu Jianzun's meager pure yang energy is better reserved for warming himself. Don't try to show off your limited skills in front of the Island Lord."

Jiang Yining's stunningly beautiful face was as cold as ice. She had no mind to care about the daily undercurrents of rivalry between the two men. Her arms tightly protected the heartbreakingly weak Sanbao in her embrace, and the purple-gold vitality of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree transformed into a soft halo, enveloping the mother and child firmly.

Her gaze passed over Yu Luofeng, who was leading the way, and was like two sharpened swords, piercing straight through the heavy gloom at the end of the passage and landing on the enormous creature lurking deep underground.

It was a massive, suffocating ancient magic castle.

The outer walls of the base were not ordinary bricks and stones, but were made entirely of deep-sea abyssal black iron mixed with extraterrestrial meteorite crystals, with a cold and indestructible dark light flowing across their surface.

Surrounding this magical fortress, a thick layer of eerie blue light transformed into a massive hemispherical array barrier, resembling an inverted bowl that completely enveloped the entire settlement.

The surface of the barrier was covered with dense ancient star runes, radiating a terrifying pressure that could backfire on all spells and supernatural powers.

"Such a hard tortoise shell. No wonder these Protoss bastards dared to hide down there and recklessly drain my son's blood."

Ao Lin, who had been following behind to keep up the fight, could no longer suppress the rage in his heart.

His towering, iron-tower-like body strode out from behind, and with each step, the millennia-old ice beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

A pair of vertical purple-gold dragon eyes ignited with a ferocious killing intent that seemed almost tangible—the earth-shattering rage of the Dragon Emperor after his reverse scale had been touched.

Ao Lin turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on Jiang Yining, his voice like a thunderclap: "Ning'er, watch how I tear apart this piece of scrap metal formation and pave the way for you and Sanbao!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ao Lin let out a deafening dragon roar.

"roar--!"

This dragon's roar, imbued with the absolute bloodline suppression of an ancient true dragon, transformed into a tangible sonic wave that surged wildly within the narrow underground space.

A powerful surge of true dragon energy erupted from his body, and the extremely violent dark golden energy instantly condensed into a lifelike, hundred-foot-long, purple-gold dragon claw phantom on his right arm.

The dragon claw tore through the void, carrying a destructive force capable of shattering stars, and slammed fiercely into the dark blue array barrier.

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar, like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, exploded in their ears, causing the entire underground space to tremble violently, and huge blocks of ice and rocks continued to fall from the dome.

The violent ripples of law spread wildly in all directions, shredding all the spiritual veins along the way.

The surface of the supposedly impregnable azure barrier rippled with extremely violent waves.

Although the barrier was not completely shattered by this attack, the piercing alarm of the array sounded like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, instantly echoing throughout the entire underground demon castle.

"Waaah—! Waaah—!"

Blinding crimson warning runes flashed wildly on the outer walls of the Demon Castle. Accompanied by a muffled creak of mechanical hubs turning and a teeth-grinding scraping sound of iron chains, the towering Abyss Black Iron Gate, dozens of feet high, in front of the camp, swung open to both sides with a deafening roar.

Accompanied by the synchronized footsteps of battle formations, hundreds and thousands of fully armed Protoss cultivators surged out of the Demon Fortress like a tidal wave.

The leading Protoss warrior, clad in a set of mithril armor inscribed with intricate spatial runes, exuded a terrifying aura comparable to a peak Void Realm expert. He dragged a Heaven-Splitting Demon Blade, crackling with ghostly blue lightning, its blade slicing through the ground, leaving a trail of sparks. He looked down at Jiang Yining and the others, his greyish-white eyes filled with arrogance and disdain.

Behind this warrior were not only hundreds of elite armored soldiers with profound auras, but also dozens of bronze war puppets, each three zhang tall and powered by top-grade spirit stones. On the shoulders of the puppets were rows of God-Slaying crossbows that gleamed with deathly light. The thick crossbow bolts were covered with high-level explosive talismans, and the dark arrowheads were already locked onto the auras of Jiang Yining and her group.

"Where did this bastard from the lower realm come from, daring to attack the outpost of my Star Nether Clan?"

The general sneered, relying on the elite battle formation behind him and the Demon Fortress's supposedly indestructible protective array, he confidently boasted, "My 'Nine Heavens Sealing Star Array' can easily neutralize even the full-force attack of a Heavenly Monarch Realm expert. You think you can break it with a few reckless rogue cultivators? Lock on with the God-Slaying Crossbow! Blast these ants into a bloody pulp, perfect nourishment for your blood refining!"