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

At the edge of the Dead Sea of ​​Reincarnation, a chilling wind howls.

The rolling black waves crashed against the reefs, splashing up bursts of eerie blue frost. This sea was perpetually shrouded in darkness, its dense, malevolent energy almost freezing the very air.

Ao Lin, draped in a dark gold dragon scale robe, frowned and kicked aside a piece of withered bone covered in black mud with his toe, his face full of disgust.

"This wretched place isn't even home to a living creature. Is Erbao really locked up here?" Ao Lin turned his head, his golden vertical pupils filled with impatience. "Yu Luofeng, you're such a spineless Ghost King. Your own backyard was raided, and you set up such a huge formation, yet you didn't even hear a sound?"

Yu Luofeng, dressed in a dark, elegant robe, wore a sinister sneer on his pale, handsome face.

His slender fingers gently swayed the folding fan made of white bone, on which a picture of a hundred ghosts parading at night was faintly visible.

"It's still better than some mudskipper." Yu Luofeng snapped his folding fan shut and tapped it against his palm. "Even his own Dragon Palace has been destroyed, and his treasure trove of millions of years has been turned upside down. Now he can only follow Ning'er around like a stray dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy. This is what I call luring the enemy in deep, then trapping him inside. What do you, a crude mudskipper, know?"

"Are you looking for a beating?" Ao Lin's dragon might erupted, the dark golden dragon energy forcing the surrounding malevolent aura back several feet. "Believe me or not, I'll tear this broken fan of yours apart right now!"

"You are welcome to try and see if your dragon scales are harder, or if my Hundred Ghosts Soul-Devouring Array Poison is stronger." A crimson glint flashed in Yu Luofeng's eyes, and his body surged with extremely yin ghostly energy.

The two were on the verge of a fight, seemingly about to erupt into violence on the edge of the Dead Sea.

Just then, the void above their heads suddenly distorted.

A massive spatial rift, accompanied by a purple-gold light, burst open.

"Ning'er's aura!" Yu Luofeng and Ao Lin simultaneously suppressed their killing intent and looked up.

Jiang Yining, dressed in a purple-gold robe and carrying Da Bao, gracefully descended from the spatial rift under the protection of Gu Qinghan and Feng Liuyun.

Yu Luofeng reacted extremely quickly, his figure transforming into a shadowy shadow, instantly appearing beside Jiang Yining.

He stretched out his arms, which were rarely exposed to sunlight and had a cool body temperature, and steadily supported Jiang Yining's waist.

"Ning'er, be careful." Yu Luofeng's voice was low and lingering, with a hint of morbid infatuation.

He pulled Jiang Yining closer to him, his cool nose almost greedily brushing against her ear, inhaling the unique, cool fragrance emanating from her neck.

"Let go."

Before Jiang Yining could speak, Ao Lin, exuding an overbearing aura of ambergris, squeezed in and grabbed Yu Luofeng's wrist.

Ao Lin's large, scorching hands covered Jiang Yining's other shoulder without any hesitation, the heat from his palms seeping through the fabric and burning intensely.

"Yu Luofeng, take your dirty hands off her waist," Ao Lin warned through gritted teeth.

"What? Is the Dragon Emperor jealous that I have such a privilege?" Yu Luofeng not only didn't let go, but instead tightened his grip, his fingertips gently caressing Jiang Yining's waist through the fabric.

"Zheng—"

A clear, melodious sword cry suddenly rang out.

Gu Qinghan's face was frosty. The scabbard of the Haotian Chunyang Sword was placed directly between Yu Luofeng and Ao Lin, forcing the two of them back half a step.

"With the rescue of Erbao imminent, if you want to go crazy, I don't mind using my Pure Yang Sword Intent to bring you back to your senses first." Gu Qinghan's voice was cold, and his deep eyes were full of warning.

Feng Liuyun waved a crimson-gold feather fan, her smile alluring yet languid: "That's right, Ning'er just went through a great battle in the demon realm. You two are so clueless, all you do is annoy her."

Jiang Yining steadied herself, put Da Bao down, and coldly swept her purple-gold eyes over the four of them.

"Shut up, all of you."

The four arrogant top experts miraculously fell silent the moment they heard those three words.

Jiang Yining raised her eyes and looked at the Dead Sea ahead, its black waves churning, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Splash... splash..."

A sickening scraping sound of chains came faintly from the depths of the Dead Sea, carried by the cold sea breeze.

"Over there." Jiang Yining's gaze sharpened.

Following her gaze, everyone saw a solitary island shrouded in thick black fog standing in the middle of the Dead Sea.

Outside the isolated island, a layer of ancient, eerie blue defensive barrier shimmered.

Two array masters dressed in the robes of the Xingyuan Ancient Clan stood outside the barrier, holding array plates and continuously casting runes into the barrier.

"Hurry up! The Grand Elder has already started extracting the Thunder Body's essence, and we need to hurry up with the Purple Star Emperor Qi on our side too." The formation master A urged loudly while forming hand seals.

The formation master sneered, his face full of disdain: "What are you afraid of? This is an ancient Ghost Ancestor seal personally bestowed by our sect leader. That so-called Ghost Domain Lord didn't even know we had taken control of the Dead Sea. He's a joke."

"Exactly! Once we drain this kid of his imperial aura, our Star Abyss Ancient Clan will be able to unify the middle-level realms!"

The two men's mocking voices echoed across the empty sea, clearly reaching the ears of the people on the shore.

Yu Luofeng's eyes instantly turned extremely cold.

A cruel smile curved his lips as his long, slender fingers slowly traced the edge of the bone fan.

"Very well, daring to mock me in the Dead Sea of ​​Reincarnation, I have reserved your souls."

Before she could finish speaking, Yu Luofeng suddenly swung out the bone fan in her hand.

"Waaah—"

With a mournful wail, the image of a hundred demons parading on the bone fan instantly materialized.

Thousands upon thousands of hideous demons surged forth from the fan, transforming into a black tide that blotted out the sky, and rushed toward the isolated island with overwhelming force.

"Who goes there?!"

The two array masters were shocked and were about to activate their magic weapons for defense.

However, the ghost tide was moving too fast.

Almost the instant they uttered a sound, the black ghostly energy completely engulfed them.

Before they could even let out a scream, the two True Monarch Realm array masters were devoured until not even bone fragments remained, leaving only two faded robes floating on the sea.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

Ao Lin snorted coldly and stomped his right foot hard on the ground.

"boom!"

He transformed into a dark golden meteor, instantly traversing dozens of miles of sea and appearing before the defensive barrier of the isolated island.

"Smash it for me!"

Ao Lin clenched his right fist, and a faint phantom of a real dragon roared above the fist.

He delivered a simple, straightforward punch to the dark blue barrier.

"Snap—Bang!"

The ancient barrier, which was said to be able to withstand a blow from a half-saint, shattered into countless points of light like a fragile ice shell in the face of Ao Lin's raging true dragon power.

The moment the barrier shattered, the scene inside the isolated island was fully revealed to everyone.

Jiang Yining flashed and landed on the deserted island.

In the center of the isolated island, a huge cage woven from a pale white skeleton stands silently.

Inside the bone cell, a three-year-old boy, dressed in a purple brocade robe and with exquisite features, sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

That was Erbao, Chu Anyan.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his brows were furrowed, and his small body was enduring the excruciating pain of the surrounding evil energy, yet he stubbornly did not utter a single cry of pain.

"Erbao!" A hint of heartache flashed in Jiang Yining's eyes as she quickly walked towards the bone prison.