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

Above Abandoned Star Island, a gigantic eyeball occupying half the sky coldly gazes down below.

A grand, ethereal, and emotionless voice, like a resounding bell, exploded directly in everyone's minds.

"Identify a variable, eliminate it."

The voice carried no spiritual energy fluctuations, yet it seemed like a decree descended from the heavens. The instant the voice faded, several floating sub-islands on the edge of Abandoned Star Island silently turned to dust.

"puff--"

Those cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage didn't even have a chance to react before they all coughed up blood and fainted.

"Is this the power of the Divine Realm?" Feng Liuyun put away his nonchalant expression, and his peach blossom eyes became more solemn than ever before.

"Whatever it is, if it dares to touch Ning'er, it must die!" Ao Lin roared, his legs suddenly exerting force, and the white jade floor tiles instantly collapsed, creating a large crater. He shot into the sky like a cannonball, throwing a powerful punch containing the essence of a true dragon at the giant eyeball.

However, the pupil of the eye only contracted slightly.

A beam of destructive light, a hundred feet in diameter, shot out from those dark golden pupils.

This beam of light made no earth-shattering sound, nor did it cause any violent fluctuations of spiritual energy. Wherever it passed, the spatial laws of the Canglan Realm melted and collapsed silently, like thin ice being scorched by a raging fire.

"Ao Lin, step back!" Gu Qinghan shouted sharply, his figure transforming into a white lightning bolt, instantly appearing beside Ao Lin.

He gripped the hilt of the Haotian Pure Yang Sword with both hands, pushing the pure Yang true essence within his body, which was at the peak of the Dao Inquiry Realm, to its limit.

"One sword cleaves the heavens!"

The dazzling pure yang sword energy transformed into a thousand-foot-long white ribbon, slashing fiercely at the pillar of destruction.

At the same time, Yu Luofeng and Feng Liuyun also made their move.

"All things in the universe, ten thousand ghosts devour the sky!" Yu Luofeng suddenly threw out the white bone folding fan, and the extremely yin ghost energy of the semi-saint level transformed into a ghost face that covered the sky and the sun, opening its blood-red maw to bite at the pillar of light.

"Nine Rebirths, Phoenix Dances in the Nine Heavens!" Feng Liuyun forced out his heart's essence and blood, and the crimson-gold Nirvana True Fire transformed into a soaring fire phoenix, carrying the intense heat that could incinerate everything as it rose into the sky.

Ao Lin's True Dragon Fist, Gu Qinghan's Pure Yang Sword Intent, Yu Luofeng's Extreme Yin Ghost Qi, and Feng Liuyun's Nirvana True Fire.

Four forces, representing the pinnacle of power in the Canglan Realm, converged in mid-air to form a dazzling four-colored barrier, firmly blocking the pillar of destruction.

"boom--"

The two forces finally collided.

There was no deafening explosion, only a chilling sound of melting.

The dimensional reduction attack of the higher-dimensional laws demonstrated a despair-inducing suppressive force. The four-colored barrier began to tremble and distort violently the moment it came into contact with the pillar of destruction.

"Damn it! This thing's law level is too high!" Ao Lin gritted his teeth, and the dragon scales on his arms began to crack inch by inch, with purple-gold dragon blood dripping down his arms.

"Hold on! We can't let it fall!" Gu Qinghan's white clothes had been torn in countless places by the backlash of the sword energy, and a dazzling crimson stain spilled from the corner of his mouth, but his hand holding the sword remained as steady as Mount Tai.

Yu Luofeng's pale, handsome face was now almost transparent, his extremely Yin ghostly energy being rapidly assimilated. "Even if I sacrifice all my half-saint foundation, I won't be able to harm her in the slightest!"

Feng Liuyun's phantom phoenix let out a mournful cry, biting his lower lip tightly as blood stained his chin. "Ning'er is still watching down there; this young master can't afford to lose face like this!"

The four of them frantically burned their lifespan and essence, forcefully blocking the pillar of destruction a thousand feet above the abandoned star island.

However, the pupil of the Eye of the Divine Realm contracted slightly again.

The beam of light from the pillar of destruction suddenly doubled in intensity.

"Bang!"

The four-colored barrier shattered with a deafening roar.

"Pfft—" The four of them spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and their bodies fell from the sky like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily onto the square in front of the Array Pivot Hall.

"Father!" Sanbao exclaimed in surprise, his eyes instantly turning red.

Da Bao and Er Bao clenched their fists, their eyes filled with anger.

Jiang Yining's breath hitched slightly. She looked at the four figures struggling to stand up again, at Gu Qinghan's broken sword, at Ao Lin's shattered dragon scales, at Yu Luofeng's dissipating ghostly aura, and at Feng Liuyun's dim firelight.

Her fingertips dug deep into her palms, and a dark, bloodshot glint flashed in her eyes.

"Ning'er..." Gu Qinghan used the broken sword to support her body, turned her head, her frosty eyes filled with stubbornness and reluctance, "Take the children away. Go to the immortal ship. We... can hold on for a little longer."

"Stop talking nonsense." Ao Lin spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered to his feet, and said, "I'm not quite dead yet."

Yu Luofeng forced a smile, a smile more painful than a grimace: "Ning'er, if I were to perish here, you should occasionally... remember me."

Feng Liuyun didn't speak, but just stared at her intently, his eyes overflowing with love.

"Shut up."

Jiang Yining's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the four people.

She slowly closed her eyes, and within her dantian, the long-dormant Myriad Spirits Divine Tree began to tremble violently. Its purplish-gold leaves erupted with an unprecedentedly brilliant light.

Conventional forces are simply no match for the laws of higher dimensions.

But the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree is a heaven-defying object that transcends the rules of this world. Its core is devouring, and even more so, fusion.

Jiang Yining suddenly opened her eyes, her purple-gold pupils burning with a resolute flame.

"My man, Jiang Yining's man, is not for anyone else to decide his life or death!"

Her hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals, and her mid-stage Mahayana cultivation erupted without reservation.

"Shuashuashua——"

Countless roots of divine trees, radiating a purple-gold light, burst forth from the ground beneath her feet, like nimble serpents, instantly covering a distance of dozens of feet, and coiling around the wrists and waists of Gu Qinghan, Yu Luofeng, Ao Lin, and Feng Liuyun.

All four were taken aback, but none of them made a move to resist.

The vines of the sacred tree weren't cold; instead, they carried the warmth of Jiang Yining's body temperature. The vines clung to their skin, conveying a strange sense of resonance.

"Ning'er, what are you doing?" Gu Qinghan asked in a low voice. He could feel a gentle yet domineering life force flowing into his meridians along the vines.

Jiang Yining stepped forward, her clothes fluttering, her beautiful face exuding an arrogant air of looking down on the world.

"The laws governing this thing are too strong. If you fight yourselves, you'll only face certain death."

Jiang Yining's gaze swept over the four people in turn, her voice carrying an undeniable authority, yet also a hint of subtle, ambiguous tension.

"Now, lower your spiritual defenses."

"Lend me your essence!"

"I will use this Myriad Spirits Tree as a bridge to unite your powers and go to confront this so-called divine realm!"

Upon hearing this, a fanatical light flashed in the eyes of all four. To entrust one's essence to another without reservation was tantamount to handing over one's life to that person.

But when faced with Jiang Yining, they did not hesitate at all.

"My sword is your sword." Gu Qinghan closed his eyes and took the initiative to transfer his pure Yang essence along the vine.

"Everything I own is yours." Yu Luofeng chuckled softly, unleashing his extremely yin and ghostly aura without reservation.

"Take it and use it! Give it a good beating!" Ao Lin roared.

"Ning'er, be gentle, this young master is afraid of pain." Feng Liuyun blinked his peach blossom eyes, and the Nirvana True Fire burned upwards along the vines.

Four distinctly different top-tier primal energies surged wildly into Jiang Yining's body along the roots of the Myriad Spirit Divine Tree.

The red mole between Jiang Yining's eyebrows burst forth with a dazzling crimson light. Her body trembled slightly as she endured an energy shock unimaginable to ordinary people, but a crazed sneer curled at the corner of her mouth.

Above the sky, the destructive pillar of light crashed down once again.

This time, however, Jiang Yining did not back down.

She raised her head, and in her purple-gold eyes reflected the heaven-defying divine light that blended the four colors.