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

Outside the core array hall of Abandoned Star Island, a fierce wind, carrying a heavy stench of blood, tore the clouds in the sky to shreds.

In mid-air, the faces of the three elders of the Star Abyss Ancient Clan were contorted to the extreme. The eldest elder's withered fingers suddenly clenched, crushing the mysterious, jet-black pendant into dust.

"We respectfully request the divine messenger to descend! Annihilate all anomalies!"

Before the mournful roar had even faded, the three bodies withered instantly, like dried-out logs. Three viscous, blinding beams of blood shot up from the tops of their heads, crashing straight into the high-dimensional rift that stretched for hundreds of miles.

"Click—"

A teeth-grinding cracking sound echoed from the void. A terrifying pressure, surpassing the limits of the Heavenly Dao of the Canglan Realm, like an invisible mountain range, slowly rolled down from the depths of the crack.

At the edge of the plaza, several deacons from Abandoned Star Island buckled at the knees and knelt heavily on the white jade floor tiles.

"What... what kind of aura is this? My true essence has completely solidified!" Deacon A braced himself on the ground with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead, and even raising his head was a luxury.

"The laws of Heaven are collapsing! What's in that crack is something the Canglan Realm can't withstand!" Deacon B gasped for breath, his eyes filled with undisguised terror.

A fierce wind howled, and the purple-gold defensive array groaned under the immense pressure, its array patterns dimming to their lowest point.

With a flick of her wrist, Jiang Yining's wide, purple-gold sleeves fluttered in the wind. She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her figure gliding out like a swallow, landing steadily in front of the three children.

"Mother." Erbao Chu Anyan frowned slightly, the light of the Confucian and Taoist words at her fingertips was suppressed by the pressure and appeared and disappeared.

Da Bao Jiang Lei had a cold expression on his face, his palm pressed on the hilt of the Anning Sword, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Sanbao Jiang Yeyao hid behind Jiang Yining's skirt, her heterochromatic eyes, one black and one red, staring intently at the sky, muttering softly, "There's a really awful smell coming from that hole in the sky."

Jiang Yining didn't speak, but instead pushed her protective true essence to its limit, transforming it into a purple-gold barrier that firmly shielded the three children behind her. She slightly raised her chin, her cold gaze fixed on the ever-expanding crack.

Just as that suffocating pressure was about to touch the hem of her clothes...

Four streams of light, each with a distinct aura yet equally terrifying, tore through the void without warning and descended simultaneously before Jiang Yining.

Clad in pristine white, Gu Qinghan held the Haotian Chunyang Sword, its blade pointing diagonally towards the heavens. The pure Yang sword intent transformed into an invisible barrier, cleaving through the overwhelming pressure.

He turned his head slightly, a hint of warmth flashing in his frosty eyes, his deep voice carrying on the wind: "Ning'er, don't be afraid. I'm here."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold, sinister laugh came from the other side.

"What Chunyang Sword Master said makes me seem like a mere decoration." Yu Luofeng shook the white bone folding fan in his hand, his dark gold-trimmed black robe billowing in the wind.

He took a small step forward, his wide sleeves brushing lightly against Jiang Yining's shoulder. Extremely yin and ghostly energy spread from beneath his feet, transforming into a picture of a hundred ghosts roaming at night, completely sealing off the surrounding void.

"Ning'er." Yu Luofeng tilted his head slightly, a chilling light swirling in his scarlet eyes. "I brought Erbao back safely, so naturally, you won't be allowed to filth your eyes with these filthy things in the sky."

"Get out of here! Stop showing off your sinister aura in front of Ning'er!"

With a deafening dragon roar, Ao Lin's burly body crashed to the ground. Half of his arm was bare, and purple-gold dragon scales were faintly visible beneath his skin.

Ao Lin strode up to Jiang Yining, standing like an insurmountable iron tower. He raised his head and burst into wild laughter at the crack in the sky.

"What kind of bullshit divine realm is this! If you dare to touch my women and children, you'd better ask my dragon claws for permission first!" Ao Lin clenched his fists tightly, and the true dragon essence transformed into a coiled purple-gold dragon phantom around him, raising its head and letting out a deafening roar at the crack.

"The Dragon Emperor's voice is even louder than the monsters in the abyss."

A crimson figure landed lightly to Jiang Yining's right. Feng Liuyun gently waved his crimson-gold feather fan, his peach-blossom eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. With a flick of his fingertip, a wisp of pure Nirvana True Fire bloomed in mid-air into a bewitching fire lotus.

He turned around, his gaze lingering on Jiang Yining's exquisitely beautiful face, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Ning'er, my Nirvana Fire hasn't yet burned through those scum from the Divine Realm. Today, let's use them to temper our immortal ship. What do you say?"

The four men, who usually mocked each other whenever they met and wished they could trample each other underfoot, displayed a chilling tacit understanding at this moment.

They stood side by side, their four auras, belonging to the pinnacle of combat power in the Canglan Realm, intertwined and collided, actually managing to create an absolutely safe haven amidst that high-dimensional pressure.

Jiang Yining stood behind them, her gaze slowly sweeping over the four tall, straight figures.

Gu Qinghan's white robes were spotless, Yu Luofeng's black robes were cold and profound, Ao Lin's dragon body was domineering and incomparable, and Feng Liuyun's scarlet robes were bewitching and flamboyant.

They used their strongest backs to shield her and her children from all the wind and rain.

Jiang Yining's lips curled up slightly, forming a cool yet genuine smile. Instead of backing away, she took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with them.

"Since you all have this leisure and refined taste," Jiang Yining's voice was clear as jade beads falling onto a plate, yet carried an undeniable authority, "then let's work together to poke a hole in the things in the sky."

Gu Qinghan's grip on the sword tightened slightly, and when he caught a glimpse of her hair fluttering in the wind out of the corner of his eye, the icy look in his eyes instantly melted away.

"I will obey Ning'er's command."

In the brief interval of these few words of conversation, the crack in the sky had already expanded to its limit.

Faced with that oppressive force, the massive Star Abyss Crossing Tribulation Immortal Ship swayed violently like a leaf in a storm, forced to retreat.

Deep within the crack, in a chilling darkness, a faint golden light slowly began to illuminate.

That was neither a star nor a magic weapon.

Instead, it is a giant eyeball formed from pure high-dimensional energy.

The eyeballs occupied half the sky, and there was no emotion belonging to living beings in the pupils, only absolute indifference that transcended all things.

The moment that eye opened, the flow of spiritual energy throughout Abandoned Star Island instantly came to a standstill.

"Look up at the sky! What kind of monster is that!" The deacons at the edge of the square cried out in despair. Even just one glance at the enormous eyeball brought tears of blood to their eyes.

"Close your eyes! Sever your divine sense!" Jiang Yining shouted, her voice carrying the power of a Mahayana stage cultivator, instantly echoing throughout the entire island.

In mid-air, the giant eyeball slowly rotated, and finally, its emotionless gaze pierced through the void, precisely locking onto Jiang Yining in front of the Array Pivot Hall below, and the three children behind her.

The temperature in the air plummeted to freezing point.

Gu Qinghan's sword aura emitted a clear, resonant ringing sound, and Yu Luofeng's bone fan snapped shut. Ao Lin's dragon scales stood on end, and the fire lotus at Feng Liuyun's fingertips instantly expanded.

War is imminent.