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

The wind from the abyss scraped against the defensive barrier of the interdimensional immortal ship like knives, producing a piercing screeching sound.

The tracking disc emitted a faint, eerie blue light in Jiang Yining's fair palm, its pointer frantically pointing towards the darkness below that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

"Mistress, the spatial gravity is increasing a hundredfold, and the concentration of poisonous miasma below has exceeded the maximum bearing capacity of the defensive barrier."

Moye rotated its metal head, its fingertips rapidly tapping on the control panel, emitting cold and precise prompts.

Jiang Yining stood at the bow of the ship, her purple and gold robe fluttering in the gale.

Her deep, cold, purple-gold eyes gazed silently down below, her expression showing no sign of panic, only her fingertips turning slightly white, revealing the icy coldness in her heart.

"No problem, continue descending."

Jiang Yining's voice was clear and cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

A warm, burning hand silently touched the back of her hand, and Feng Liuyun's bewitchingly beautiful face came closer.

"Ning'er, don't worry. This mere poisonous miasma is nothing more than fuel in front of my Nirvana True Fire."

Feng Liuyun lowered his voice, his warm breath brushing against Jiang Yining's earlobe, bringing a tingling, slightly itchy sensation.

Jiang Yining slightly turned her head, subtly withdrawing her hand, and said calmly, "Young Master Feng, you should save your strength. There will be plenty of time for you to shine later."

"Feng Liuyun, put away your disgustingly seductive manner."

Gu Qinghan snorted coldly, his tall and imposing figure directly blocking the two of them, and the Haotian Chunyang Sword emitted a clear and melodious sword sound from its sheath.

His handsome, aloof face was covered with an unyielding frost, and his deep eyes coldly swept over Feng Liuyun.

"If you delay the rescue of Da Bao, my sword will be the first to cut you down."

Feng Liuyun wasn't annoyed; he simply smiled languidly, toying with a wisp of crimson-gold flame between his fingertips.

"Sword Master Gu, are you so angry because you envy me for receiving a word of concern from Ning'er?"

As the three were talking, the fairy boat had already pierced through the middle layer of mist and was plummeting down the cliff face at high speed.

Unbeknownst to them, on the cliff face of the abyss, a hidden array was emitting faint ripples.

Inside the formation, two Star Abyss Ancient Clan deacons, on patrol, were hiding and coldly observing the purple-gold light falling from above.

Deacon A pointed at the rapidly falling purple-gold streak of light and sneered, "A mere ant from the lower realm dares to force its way into the Myriad Grudges Locking Immortal Formation? That was a deadly trap personally set up by the Grand Elder."

Deacon B crossed his arms and sneered, "This woman must be insane. Does she really think she can rescue that little bastard by bringing two male concubines?"

Deacon A spat, his face full of disdain: "Once the Grand Elder drains that brat's lightning essence, these idiots will all become fertilizer for the formation, and they won't even be able to reincarnate!"

The two men's taunts should have been completely blocked by the hidden array.

However, Gu Qinghan on the fairy boat frowned instantly.

"court death."

Gu Qinghan parted his thin lips slightly and uttered two extremely cold words.

He didn't even turn his body an inch; he simply brought his right index and middle fingers together and pointed them out into the seemingly empty void.

"Zheng—"

A dazzling golden pure yang sword aura appeared out of thin air.

The sword energy swelled in the wind, transforming into a golden river a hundred feet wide, carrying the supreme power to sever all evil in the world, and crashed into the cliff wall with a thunderous roar.

Inside the hidden formation, the mocking smiles on the faces of the two deacons froze before they could even fade.

"What...what kind of power is this?!"

Deacon A roared in terror, trying to use his spiritual power to block the attack, but found that his body was frozen in place, unable to move even a finger.

"No--!"

Deacon B let out a desperate scream.

The pure yang sword energy sliced ​​through their secret formation with the ease of cutting through tofu, instantly shattering it into pieces.

The aftershocks of the sword energy had not yet dissipated, transforming into countless tiny golden sword raindrops that blanketed the two of them.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Before they could even last a breath, the two Star Abyss Ancient Clan deacons, both possessing True Monarch Realm cultivation, were reduced to two clouds of blood mist by the pure Yang sword energy, dissipating into the raging abyss winds.

Gu Qinghan didn't glance at the cliff face once from beginning to end, gracefully withdrawing her finger as if she had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

"Gu Jianzun's move of using someone else's flowers to present to Buddha was quite shrewd."

Feng Liuyun chuckled lightly, but a hint of seriousness flashed in her peach blossom eyes.

Jiang Yining took in this scene with a calm expression, but the speed at which the fairy boat beneath her descended increased slightly.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the immortal ship finally pierced through the last layer of black mist and hovered steadily at the bottom of the abyss.

The poisonous miasma around them thinned out at this moment, and in its place came a strong, nauseating smell of blood and a chilling aura.

Jiang Yining withdrew her gaze from the tracking disc, slowly stood up, and walked to the edge of the bow.

Ahead lay a vast and desolate black stone plaza.

In the center of the square stood a massive altar made of countless white bones.

The bones were piled up in layers, some still bearing traces of blood that had not yet dried, exuding a chilling resentment.

In the center of the altar, a small, thin figure was suspended in mid-air, pierced through the collarbone by nine jet-black chains as thick as buckets.

"Da Bao..."

The moment Jiang Yining saw the figure clearly, she felt as if her heart had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

That was her eldest son, Jiang Lei.

At this moment, Da Bao's once fair face was covered with dried bloodstains, his eyes were tightly closed, and his lips, which were usually stubbornly pursed, were now pale.

The lightning around him had dimmed to its lowest point, with only occasional flashes of purple-gold arcs proving that he was still alive.

Strange black runes flickered continuously on the nine black chains, greedily drawing out the essence of his lightning body and channeling it into the bone altar below.

Sanbao, nestled in Jiang Yining's arms, watched the scene unfold. Her little mouth trembled, and tears streamed down her face.

"Brother...Mother, brother is bleeding a lot, Sanbao is scared..."

Sanbao's little hands gripped Jiang Yining's clothes tightly as she sobbed.

Jiang Yining handed the three treasures to Mo Xie behind her, and at that moment, the purple-gold law halo around her suddenly erupted.

"Crunch, crunch."

The white marble deck beneath her feet cracked open with countless fissures under the terrifying pressure.

"Star Abyss Ancient Clan, today I will make you disappear from this world completely."

Jiang Yining's voice was extremely low, yet it carried a chilling killing intent.

"Slap, slap, slap."

A series of crisp applause slowly came from behind the bone altar.

Amidst the swirling black mist, an old man dressed in a long black robe with a withered face emerged with eerie steps.

The old man's deep-set eyes gleamed with a sinister light, and a cold smile hung at the corners of his withered lips.

"As expected of an empress who fought her way up from the lower realms, I admire her courage."

The Great Elder of the Xingyuan Ancient Clan stood before the altar, looking down at Jiang Yining and the others, and let out a cold laugh like that of a night owl.

"However, you've come too late. I've already extracted seventy percent of this little bastard's lightning essence. Today, you fools will all stay here and become fertilizer for my Myriad Grudges Locking Immortal Array!"

As soon as the elder finished speaking, he swung his withered hand, and the bone altar instantly erupted with a monstrous black light.