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

As dawn broke, the purple-gold array patterns above Abandoned Star Island gradually disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

A sea breeze, carrying a salty, damp scent, swept across the white marble plaza, where the interdimensional immortal ship, moored there, was poised to set sail. Its massive hull was crafted from ancient, ten-thousand-year-old spirit wood, shimmering with a simple yet profound light.

Jiang Yining, dressed in a purple and gold gown, stood at the front of the fairy boat.

"The time has come." She parted her lips slightly, her gaze passing over the surging sea of ​​clouds and landing on Yu Luofeng and Ao Lin.

Yu Luofeng slammed the gold-painted bone fan shut in his hand. He took a step forward, and a dark frost flower formed beneath his feet from extremely yin and ghostly energy.

"Is the mistress leaving already?" He leaned forward slightly, his pale, alluring face very close.

Yu Luofeng's gaze lingered on Jiang Yining's fair neck, his voice low and seductive: "The Ghost Realm is bitterly cold. If I am injured, my mistress may come to the Sea of ​​Reincarnation to find me."

Jiang Yining raised her eyelids, her purple-gold eyes quietly looking at him.

With a slight movement of her fingertips, a warm, moist life force from the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree flowed along her fingertips, almost imperceptibly brushing against Yu Luofeng's cheek.

The touch was like warm jade.

"Yu Luofeng," Jiang Yining said calmly, "If Erbao suffers even the slightest mishap, I will fill up the River of Oblivion in your Ghost Realm."

Yu Luofeng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his breath catching in his throat. That warmth seemed to seep into his heart through his skin, and the smile on his lips grew even more wicked: "I will naturally remember the words of the Mistress. However..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ao Lin's burly body had already squeezed in and roughly pushed him aside.

"Stop with your glib talk!" Ao Lin snorted coldly, his dark golden hair dancing wildly in the wind.

His purple-gold dragon eyes stared intently at Jiang Yining, and his large hand grasped her slender wrist.

"Ning'er." Ao Lin's voice was rough with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. "The Demon Realm Abyss is filled with poisonous miasma. Be careful in everything you do. If those two can't protect you, crush the Dragon Emperor's Decree. Even if I have torn through the void, I will definitely get to your side."

Jiang Yining did not pull her hand away, letting his rough fingertips caress her wrist pulse point.

"Your true dragon body is indeed powerful, but the extreme yin energy of the Sea of ​​Reincarnation should not be underestimated." Her voice softened slightly.

A surge of wild joy flashed in Ao Lin's eyes, and he tightened his grip on her hand: "Ning'er, are you concerned about me?"

"Don't flatter yourself," Gu Qinghan said coldly from not far away.

The Pure Yang Sword Master, dressed in snow-white robes, stood beside the gangway of the immortal ship, his slender fingers resting on the hilt of the Haotian Pure Yang Sword, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"It's getting late, don't delay the rescue." Gu Qinghan's tone was icy, his gaze sweeping over Ao Lin's hand holding Jiang Yining like a drawn blade.

Jiang Yining subtly withdrew her hand and straightened her sleeves, which had been ruffled by the wind.

"Let's split up and act separately."

She turned and stepped into the fairy boat. Gu Qinghan and Feng Liuyun followed closely behind.

Accompanied by a deep dragon's roar and the howls of ten thousand ghosts, Yu Luofeng and Ao Lin transformed into two streaks of light, one black and one gold, leading a vast and elite ghost army, tearing through space and speeding towards the Ghost Realm.

At the same time, the interdimensional immortal ship also emitted a deafening roar. The two-colored light from the core array eye of the immortal ship shot into the sky, breaking through the dimensional barrier and soaring straight into the heavens.

On the viewing terrace of the fairy boat, outside the glass portholes, there is a bizarre and turbulent spatial current.

Jiang Yining leaned against the soft couch covered with white fox fur, while Sanbao was lying by the window, his heterochromatic eyes, one black and one red, staring out with curiosity.

"Mommy, why are the clouds outside green?" Sanbao asked in his childish voice, pointing to the swirling poisonous miasma ahead.

Before Jiang Yining could answer, Feng Liuyun beside her chuckled softly.

He wore a crimson robe and leisurely peeled a crystal spirit fruit, his slender, fair fingers looking particularly alluring against the backdrop of the fruit flesh.

"That's not a cloud." Feng Liuyun held the peeled fruit to Jiang Yining's lips, her eyes sparkling.

Jiang Yining parted her lips slightly and took the fruit into her mouth. Feng Liuyun's fingertips deliberately caressed her lower lip by half an inch, causing a secret shiver to run through her.

"That's the poisonous aura of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains in the Demon Realm." Feng Liuyun withdrew her hand, turned to look at Sanbao, and said in an androgynous voice, "If an ordinary cultivator were to inhale even a single breath, they would turn into a pool of blood."

Sanbao shrank his neck, but couldn't help but peek out.

Just then, the sound transmission array in the center of the terrace suddenly lit up with a ghostly blue light.

As the array patterns intertwined, holographic images of Yu Luofeng and Ao Lin appeared in mid-air.

"Ning'er, I have arrived at the outer edge of the Dead Sea of ​​Reincarnation." Ao Lin's illusory figure exuded a hint of arrogance. "This godforsaken place doesn't even have a blade of grass growing; it's full of withered bones."

Yu Luofeng's illusory figure sneered repeatedly: "If the Dragon Emperor is afraid, he can go back to his sea right now. This Ghost Realm of mine has no place for useless trash."

"You're asking for it!" Ao Lin roared in fury.

"What's all the noise about?" Jiang Yining put down her teacup. Her voice wasn't loud, but it immediately silenced the two people on the other side of the formation.

"Advance along two fronts simultaneously, with rescue as the top priority." Her gaze was stern. "Anyone who stirs up infighting again will have their head thrown at them."

Yu Luofeng immediately put on a wronged look: "The mistress is right to reprimand me. I was just afraid that he would be clumsy and endanger Erbao's safety."

Sanbao looked at the illusory figure in mid-air and excitedly waved his little fists: "Awesome Daddy, Fan Daddy! Look, the mountains over here are moving!"

The celestial ship was slowly sailing into the demon realm, with the mountains below undulating like a lurking beast.

Gu Qinghan sat upright to the side and said in a cold voice, "That's not the mountain range moving, but the Devouring Python coiled in the valley turning over."

"Sword Master Gu seems to know a lot," Ao Lin on the other side of the formation scoffed. "He's just a bunch of uncivilized scum. Little brat, if you like, I'll go to the demon realm and catch a few to pull your cart after I'm done with my business!"

"What do you know!" Feng Liuyun interjected lazily. "The scenery of the demon realm is all about danger. Sanbao, look at that red forest over there. That's the Blood Bodhi Forest, which grows by absorbing the blood and bones of demon beasts."

Four men, two on the other side of the formation and two on the celestial boat, were engaged in a lively debate, each trying to explain the scenery to a two-and-a-half-year-old child.

Jiang Yining leaned back on the soft couch, a helpless smile curving her lips.

In this seemingly relaxed atmosphere, Feng Liuyun's gaze suddenly sharpened.

He stood up, walked to the porthole, and carefully examined the terrain ahead.

"Something's not right," Feng Liuyun said in a deep voice.

"What?" Gu Qinghan's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

"The Soul-Devouring Abyss is located in the most dangerous abyssal rift in the Demon Realm. Normally, we need to cross the outer perimeter of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains." Feng Liuyun pointed to the increasingly dense poisonous miasma ahead, "but the flow of demonic energy around us seems to have been artificially altered."

Jiang Yining sat up straight, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"Full speed ahead," she commanded.

As soon as she finished speaking, the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree in her dantian suddenly trembled violently.

The purplish-gold vitality surged uncontrollably through the meridians, as if sensing some kind of call from the same source.

Jiang Yining clutched her chest, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Ning'er!" Gu Qinghan stepped forward and placed his broad palm directly on her back, continuously channeling pure Yang energy into her body in an attempt to calm the chaotic energy.

Feng Liuyun also rushed over, a wisp of Nirvana True Fire igniting at his fingertips, dispelling the approaching chill.

"I'm fine." Jiang Yining took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked straight into the depths shrouded in black mist.

"It's a resonance... something deep within the seal is calling to the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree."