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

"Celestial Monarch Realm?"

Upon hearing this word, a chilling, mocking glint flashed in Gu Qinghan's eyes.

It's the kind of gaze that only a god high in the clouds would show when looking down at the clamoring ants on the ground.

His slender fingers gently released Jiang Yining's hand, and his tall and upright figure took only one step forward.

With this one step, the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly soared, and an indescribable domineering sword intent surged into the sky.

"Zheng—!"

The Haotian Pure Yang Sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, as if cheering for its master's slaughter. A dazzling golden sword light suddenly shone brightly, its radiance pure to the extreme, carrying a righteous aura that could incinerate all evil, illuminating the entire underground in a golden glow, so bright that the Star Spirit guards could not even open their eyes.

"You mere scrap metal and broken formations dare to bark before me? Today, I will show you what true divine might is."

Gu Qinghan's face was as cold and stern as ancient ice, his wrist flicking slightly. The domineering and unparalleled Pure Yang Sword Intent did not employ any fancy sword techniques, but simply drew his sword and slashed.

A golden crescent-shaped sword aura, a thousand feet long, like a sun fallen to earth, with the sharpness to cut through chaos, slashed down fiercely along the weak point of the barrier that Ao Lin had just attacked.

"Snap! Bang—!"

The Nine Heavens Sealing Star Formation, which was said to be able to withstand even the Heavenly Monarch Realm, was as fragile as a child's paper window in front of this pure Yang sword intent.

With a crisp cracking sound, the dark blue barrier instantly shattered into a shower of spiritual energy, dissipating into the void.

The golden sword energy continued its relentless advance, like a devastating golden divine punishment, directly cleaving into the vanguard formation of the Protoss race.

The dozens of elite armored soldiers at the forefront, along with the indestructible bronze war puppets, were silently cleaved in two along with their mithril armor the instant the sword energy passed. The cuts were as smooth as mirrors, and then, under the scorching heat of the pure yang fire, they turned into pools of boiling molten iron and blood.

"This...this is impossible!"

The once arrogant and domineering general now had his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. His hand gripping the Heaven-Splitting Demon Blade trembled violently. He gasped, a chill running down his spine, a cold shiver running through him. "One sword to break the formation?! You…where did you monsters come from?!"

The surviving Protoss soldiers around them were terrified, their faces ashen, their will to fight gone. Some of them were trembling uncontrollably with their hands gripping the Godslayer Crossbow, and they even lost the strength to pull the trigger.

"A monster? Heh heh heh..."

Yu Luofeng stood to the side, letting out a strange, eerie laugh.

His pale, handsome face gleamed with a morbid excitement. "A mere bunch of vermin hiding in the gutter dare to use such language? I, the king, will now mercifully show you what true—the Devouring of Souls by Ten Thousand Ghosts—really is!"

Yu Luofeng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he swung the folding fan with the ghost face painted with a picture of a hundred ghosts parading at night.

"boom!"

The immense, semi-saint-level Yin energy, like a black ocean bursting its banks, instantly traversed the distance of space, completely enveloping the entire vanguard position.

A gaping maw of darkness and viscous ghostly space suddenly opened beneath the enemy's feet. All color was instantly stripped away, leaving only absolute blackness.

Amidst the ear-piercing wails of ghosts and wolves, the ground turned into rolling black mud, and countless barbed, pitch-black ghost hands emerged frantically from the earth, grabbing the ankles of the Protoss guards.

"Aaaaaah! Help! Get away!"

The Protoss guards didn't even have time to fully scream before they were dragged into the depths of the Ghost Realm by those ghostly hands. The sounds of flesh being torn apart and bones being chewed echoed in the darkness. In just a few breaths, the hundred-man formation that had been standing ready just moments before was completely devoured, without even a drop of blood spilling on the ground.

"Trying to run away?"

Seeing the terrified enemy soldiers in the back row trying to turn around and flee back into the Demon Castle, Feng Liuyun snorted disdainfully.

"No prey has ever left alive before me, young master."

He snapped his long, slender fingers in mid-air. A dazzling crimson-gold fire lotus bloomed at his fingertips, which he then hurled forward with a sudden thrust.

The crimson-gold Nirvana True Fire surged against the wind, instantly transforming into a towering wall of fire tens of feet high, forcefully sealing off the Demon Castle's Abyss Iron Gate's retreat route.

The intense heat, enough to incinerate the soul, instantly reduced several guards who couldn't brake in time and crashed into the wall of fire to nothingness as ashes.

The remaining enemy troops were attacked from both sides, with the Abyss Ghost Domain in front and the Blazing Fire behind. Terrified, they retreated repeatedly, huddled together, trembling, caught in a dilemma. An atmosphere of despair spread through the crowd.

"Kneel down before me, all of you!"

Just as the enemy's formation was thrown into chaos and their psychological defenses completely collapsed, Ao Lin, like an ancient war god bathed in blood, stepped into the flanking air.

His pair of purple-gold dragon eyes coldly swept across the entire area. He didn't use any magic, but merely released the pure dragon emperor's aura hidden deep within his bones and blood. It was an absolute aura that surpassed all living beings and was like the master of heaven and earth.

The dragon's might crashed down like a mountain range, and the air seemed to solidify into a tangible substance at that moment.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The Star Spirit guards, whose cultivation levels were at the Nascent Soul or even Deity Transformation stages, were simply unable to withstand such a soul-shaking shock that spanned several major realms. Their knees cracked with a series of popping sounds, their legs buckled, and they all knelt on the ground.

The immense pressure ruptured their internal organs, and blood mixed with fragments of their entrails gushed from their mouths. The once orderly enemy formation instantly transformed into a scene of people waiting to be slaughtered.

"Well done."

Jiang Yining looked at the four men who worked together seamlessly with admiration in her eyes.

Although they might cause a huge uproar over jealousy and rivalry in normal times, their dominance in matters of principle and when they are fighting side by side is enough to sweep away any top sect in the Canglan Realm.

Without the slightest pause, under the terrifying pressure emanating from the four top experts, Jiang Yining, carrying the three treasures, strolled through the blood-soaked battlefield as if taking a leisurely walk.

Her skirt was spotless as she stepped over the half-melted black iron gate and entered the central hall of the magic castle's array.

Inside the spacious central hub, countless array plates shimmered with a ghostly blue light, and dozens of enormous spirit-connecting water mirrors hung on the walls, displaying a rapid flow of complex spiritual energy data and meridian pathways.

However, when Jiang Yining's gaze fell on the enormous objects in the center of the room, her breath caught in her throat, and her mind went completely blank, as if struck by lightning.

Those were towering, transparent, glazed blood cauldrons, each over ten feet tall!

The cauldron wasn't used to refine any elixirs or miraculous medicines; instead, it was filled with bright red, bubbling human blood. Through the glass walls of the cauldron, one could even see some tiny fragments of bone and blood churning inside.