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

The interdimensional immortal ship sailed smoothly through the chaotic void, leaving the earth-shattering explosion far behind.

Inside the main control room, the azure light of the array was projected onto the floor, which was forged from the dark iron of the abyss.

Mo Xie manipulated the holographic light screen, her ten fingers flying across the array pattern hub.

"Mistress, the immortal ship has escaped the scourge of the Meteor Abyss. The concealment array is operating at full capacity, and no Star Spirit pursuers have been detected in the vicinity." Mo Xie rotated her mechanical neck and projected the data onto the center of the hall through the light screen.

Jiang Yining nodded slightly, and carrying the three treasures, walked straight towards the Guixu Furnace in the hall, which exuded a chaotic aura.

She gently placed the weak boy in her arms on a soft couch made of ancient snow fox fur next to the incense burner.

Sanbao's eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing, which had been steady in the ice cave, became unusually rapid.

A strange, dark blue star pattern spread out of his neck without warning, quickly covering his pale face like a spider web.

The star pattern exudes a decaying, high-dimensional energy, and with each flash, it greedily drains the life force from the Three Treasures' bodies.

The boy's frail body began to convulse violently, his body temperature was alarmingly high, as if a volcano was about to erupt inside him.

"It's so cold... Mother, I'm so cold..." Sanbao's eyes were tightly closed, his teeth chattering, and his voice was as weak as a whisper.

Upon seeing this, the array elders responsible for guarding the area all gasped in shock.

"What kind of evil magic is this?" A white-bearded elder asked in horror, pointing at the dark blue star patterns.

Another elder gripped the compass tightly, his voice trembling: "Even the creation energy of the Returning Void Furnace cannot get close; this poison is even devouring the surrounding spiritual energy!"

"Shut up and get out of here." Jiang Yining coldly uttered four words, without a trace of warmth.

A wisp of purple-gold life force from the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree condensed at her fingertips and precisely probed into Sanbao's wrist.

The moment the two forces touched, a sudden change occurred.

As if encountering a nemesis, those dark blue star patterns transformed into tiny, tangible spikes, frantically strangling and killing the vitality of the divine tree.

A violent repulsive force suddenly erupted, completely shattering the purple-gold light at Jiang Yining's fingertips.

Jiang Yining's wrist trembled slightly, and she took half a step back, her beautiful face shrouded in a terrifying frost.

This star-patterned toxin is extremely stubborn; it cannot even directly devour the life force of ordinary Myriad Spirit Divine Trees.

"Island Lord, don't panic. Sanbao possesses the bloodline of the Phoenix Clan, so those ordinary methods are naturally useless." Feng Liuyun pushed aside the guards, his crimson robe fluttering in the light of the array.

A confident smile played on his lips as he glanced down at Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng beside him.

"We share the same roots and origins. Only the Nirvana True Fire of my Phoenix Clan Young Master can burn away these impurities that erode our bloodline." Feng Liuyun stepped forward, his slender, jade-like fingers forming the Phoenix Clan's secret seal in mid-air.

"Your original essence has not yet been restored. Forcing yourself to take the lead will only backfire." Gu Qinghan stood to the side, his cold gaze falling on Feng Liuyun, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"Gu Jianzun, you should just mind your own sword. You can't handle such delicate work as saving lives with your broken copper and scrap iron," Feng Liuyun retorted, a dazzling crimson-gold fire lotus already burning in his palm.

He knelt before the soft couch and slowly transferred the fire lotus containing the power of Nirvana to Sanbao's brow.

The moment the crimson flames touched the azure star pattern, the two completely different energies began a fierce battle.

The smile on Feng Liuyun's face froze instantly.

Instead of being destroyed by the Nirvana Fire, those star patterns, like bloodthirsty leeches, flowed upstream along the veins of the flames, heading straight for Feng Liuyun's palm.

"Hiss—" Feng Liuyun let out a muffled groan, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

The azure toxin transformed into tangible yin fire, scorching through the protective true essence in his palm, causing his skin and flesh to roll back and burn out several terrifying blisters.

The once magnificent crimson-gold phoenix feather phantom behind him flickered violently under the corrosive effects of the poison, and its light quickly dimmed.

"Overestimating yourself." Yu Luofeng shook his ghost-faced folding fan, his narrow eyes filled with schadenfreude.

Feng Liuyun gritted his teeth and withdrew his hand. The burning pain in his palm caused fine beads of cold sweat to seep from his forehead, but he stubbornly refused to back down.

"So what if we share the same bloodline? You can't even protect your own foundation, yet you dare to make a fool of yourself in front of Ning'er." Gu Qinghan stepped forward and directly bumped Feng Liuyun aside with his shoulder.

"Gu Qinghan, your Pure Yang Sword Qi is incredibly fierce. If it damages the child's heart meridian, you will be guilty of a thousand deaths!" Feng Liuyun warned through gritted teeth, clutching her wrist.

Gu Qinghan ignored it, and with her right fingertips together, she formed a sword incantation, a dazzling golden sword light flickering in and out of her fingertips.

"My sword, Gu Qinghan's sword, can not only kill, but also save lives," he said coldly, his figure as still as a deep pool and as imposing as a mountain.

The pure Yang sword intent transformed into dozens of fine, silken golden needles, which precisely pierced the vital acupoints of Sanbao's meridians.

The sword intent, like a frozen sun, forcefully pinned the rampant azure star patterns to their spot.

Sanbao's convulsions subsided slightly.

"It's nothing but a clumsy attempt to quench thirst with poison." Yu Luofeng took a half step closer, his gaze fixed intently on Gu Qinghan's sword formation.

The veins on Gu Qinghan's forehead throbbed slightly, and golden true essence poured out continuously.

Although the star pattern was sealed, the high-dimensional toxin continued to accumulate power deep within the meridians, and Gu Qinghan's sealing speed visibly decreased.

"The toxins are assimilating your pure Yang essence along with the sword energy. You can't suppress it. Get out of the way." Yu Luofeng closed his folding fan and pointed at Gu Qinghan's wrist with the fan rib without any politeness.

Gu Qinghan's face turned ashen. He coldly withdrew his sword finger and looked at the star-shaped markings spreading across Sanbao's face again. Without saying a word, he retreated to Jiang Yining's side.

"It seems that the heavy responsibility of detoxification will ultimately fall on my shoulders." Yu Luofeng straightened his wide, dark sleeves and walked gracefully to the soft couch.

Extremely Yin ghost energy surged from his palm, transforming into a dark yet warm mist that gently enveloped the three treasures.

"My semi-saintly ghostly energy can disregard the physical body and directly nourish the soul. This is the most wonderful method to eradicate toxins from their root." Yu Luofeng said confidently, glancing sideways at the other two.

Before he could finish speaking, another unexpected event occurred.

The moment those dark blue star patterns came into contact with the extremely yin and ghostly energy, it was as if a dried-up sponge had met sweet rain.

The toxins unleashed countless tiny vortexes, treating Yu Luofeng's semi-saintly ghostly energy, powerful enough to change the very fabric of the world, as nourishing sustenance, and devouring it relentlessly.

Yu Luofeng's originally pale and handsome face instantly twisted, his expression becoming even more unpleasant than Han Bing's.

He abruptly cut off the output of the ghostly energy, retreating several steps rapidly. His sleeve was corroded by the poison, leaving a large, charred hole.

"What the hell is this thing?!" Yu Luofeng gasped, squeezing the folding fan so hard it creaked in his palm.

"A bunch of useless trash, unable to even cure a child's poison, yet they dare to compete for Ning'er's favor?" A wild, cold shout exploded like thunder in the control room.

Ao Lin, with his towering, iron-tower-like body, strode forward and pushed aside Yu Luofeng, who was blocking his way.

His purple-gold dragon eyes were full of disdain, and his body was surrounded by a violent ancient dragon's might.

"Watch this!" Ao Lin clenched his right fist, and a sharp fingernail slashed through his heart.

He forced out a drop of the true dragon's heart essence, which contained domineering dragon might and was as clear and translucent as amber.

"My true dragon blood is extremely powerful and domineering. This mere residual poison is as easy to dilute as water to extinguish a fire!" Ao Lin laughed wildly, flicked his finger, and sent the drop of dragon blood into Sanbao's chest.

The moment the dragon blood entered the body, the power of the true dragon erupted.

However, the Protoss's azure star patterns exhibited an incredible dimensional suppression.

The surface of the star pattern shone with a brilliant blue light, like a bottomless black hole, directly enveloping that drop of domineering true dragon blood essence.

A sharp, piercing "hiss" was heard.

The moment the true dragon's essence blood touched the star pattern, it was like ice water falling into a pot of boiling oil, instantly boiling and evaporating, turning into a wisp of ethereal blue smoke.

"Pfft—!" Ao Lin was struck as if by lightning, his chest heaving violently, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His tall body staggered backward, crashing heavily into the black iron wall, creating a dent.

"This is impossible... My blood..." Ao Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring in disbelief at the still spreading star pattern.

Four top experts renowned throughout the Canglan Realm suffered repeated defeats before this bizarre high-dimensional poison.

Mo Xie watched from the side, her scalp tingling with unease, the red light flashing wildly in her mechanical eye sockets.

"Mistress, the energy level of this star pattern exceeds the limits of the known laws of the Canglan Realm. This is definitely not an ordinary toxin!" Mo Xie reported in a dry voice.

The guards exchanged glances, even their breathing became cautious, for fear of offending the powerful beings in the hall.

Jiang Yining stood quietly in place.

She looked at Sanbao, who was suffering in pain, and at the four men, each wounded and defeated, looking pathetic.

The last trace of warmth was completely drained from his purplish-gold eyes, leaving only a coldness as deep as the ice of the underworld.

"Shut up, all of you." Jiang Yining's voice was not loud, but it carried an absolute imperial authority that could not be disobeyed.

The air in the control room froze instantly.

Yu Luofeng's sarcastic tone stuck in his throat, Gu Qinghan's pure Yang sword intent dimmed and subsided, and Feng Liuyun and Ao Lin were even more silent.

"You can't even accurately control the nature of your own power, yet you dare to risk my son's life to make mistakes." Jiang Yining's gaze was like a knife as she swept over the four men in turn.

She strode past them, the wind whipped up by her skirt carrying a chilling aura.

"Since none of you are up to the task, then all of you step back," Jiang Yining coldly commanded.

She walked to the soft couch and, without hesitation, took the feverish, convulsing Sanbao into her arms.

The dark blue star patterns immediately followed Sanbao's skin, attempting to spread towards Jiang Yining's arm.

Jiang Yining didn't even frown.

She sat cross-legged in the center of the array plate, and the dormant Myriad Spirits Divine Tree deep within her dantian instantly erupted with a thunderous roar that shook the heavens.

Since ordinary vitality is useless, then let's use the most fundamental core power.

Jiang Yining closed her eyes and gripped Sanbao's vest tightly with both hands. A vast life force, appearing as liquid purple-gold, poured into Sanbao's body like a celestial river flowing backward.