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

Above the abandoned star island, the condensed divine light of annihilation finally shattered the four-colored barrier completely.

"puff--"

Gu Qinghan, Yu Luofeng, Ao Lin, and Feng Liuyun all vomited blood, and their originally brilliant protective aura dimmed instantly.

The four of them, like birds with broken wings, were held down by that irresistible pressure and plummeted straight down from mid-air.

The wind howled in my ears.

Gu Qinghan's knuckles gripped the broken sword tightly, her frosty eyes filled with resentment; Yu Luofeng's bone fan shattered inch by inch, her cold face as pale as paper; Ao Lin's purple-gold dragon scales were mostly peeled off, leaving him a bloody mess; Feng Liuyun's scarlet robes were soaked in blood, and she had lost even the strength to lift her fingertips.

Just as they were about to crash to the ground, dozens of divine tree vines gleaming with a purplish-gold luster burst through the air, gently yet firmly wrapping around their waists, dissipating all the force of their fall.

Jiang Yining slowly opened her eyes.

Those once clear, cold, purple-gold pupils now held a deep, hazy gray mist. It was the primordial chaotic energy born from four distinct top-tier origins harmonized by the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree.

She lightly touched the air with her toes, her body remaining still, yet she had already steadily supported the four people in front of her.

"Ning'er..." Gu Qinghan's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the metallic taste rising in his throat, his voice hoarse beyond recognition, "Let's go..."

Jiang Yining didn't reprimand her as usual. She stretched out her fair hand, her fingertips gently brushing against Gu Qinghan's bloodstained lips, then across Yu Luofeng's furrowed brows, Ao Lin's broken dragon horns, and finally stopping on Feng Liuyun's pale cheek.

Her movements were extremely gentle, filled with an unprecedented tenderness and affection.

"How did you four renowned lords of Canglan end up in such a sorry state?" Jiang Yining's voice was soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor at the end. She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the turbulent emotions within. When she looked up again, her gaze was filled with an unyielding tenderness. "Rest now. Leave the rest to me."

"What are you doing?" Yu Luofeng tried to grab her wrist with his other hand, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his arm. He could only watch helplessly as the warm touch left her skin.

Jiang Yining did not answer.

She turned around with a flick of her sleeve, her purple and gold robe fluttering in the strong wind.

Without using any defensive magic treasures, she simply held up the hazy, chaotic energy with one hand and faced the annihilating divine light that was powerful enough to obliterate a half-saint, defying the heavens!

"Mother!" In front of the Zhen Shu Hall below, Da Bao gripped the An Ning Sword tightly, his knuckles turning white; Er Bao bit his lip until it bled, his purple eyes filled with anxiety; San Bao clutched the hem of his clothes tightly, forgetting to even cry out.

In mid-air, the moment the chaotic energy collided with the high-dimensional divine light, all sound in the world was lost.

There was no deafening roar, only the blinding daylight that swallowed everything.

The Myriad Spirits Divine Tree within Jiang Yining's dantian trembled violently. Nourished by the chaotic energy, the phantom of a colossal tree rose up behind her, its purple-gold branches intertwined and twisted, actually withstanding the downward pressure of the divine light!

A barely perceptible rage flashed in the emotionless pupils of the Eye of the Divine Realm.

"Buzz—"

The power of the divine light suddenly doubled!

Jiang Yining groaned, a metallic taste rising in her throat. Her body was pressed down inch by inch by the terrifying weight, and the surface of the shield formed by chaotic energy began to crack with fine spiderweb patterns.

"She can't hold on any longer..." Ao Lin lay in the tangled web of vines, his eyes wide with rage, blood and tears seeping from his purplish-gold pupils.

"My woman must not die before me."

Yu Luofeng murmured softly, a crazed smile tugging at the corners of her pale lips.

Gu Qinghan did not speak. He used his last bit of strength to plunge the broken half of the Pure Yang Sword into his heart.

"You..." Feng Liuyun looked at the other three, a bewitching bloodlust flashing in his peach blossom eyes. "Coincidentally, that's what I was thinking too."

Without the slightest hesitation, the four of them simultaneously formed an ancient and forbidden hand seal.

Soul burning!

They gave up the possibility of reshaping their physical bodies and completely ignited the last and purest trace of their soul essence in their sea of ​​consciousness.

Four streams of light, each a different color but equally intense, broke free from the shackles of the divine tree vines and shot into the sky like meteors, heading straight for the struggling purple-gold figure.

Jiang Yining felt a sudden increase in pressure all over her body. Just as she was about to bite her tongue to forcefully stimulate her essence blood, a hot chest suddenly pressed against her back.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, gripping her waist tightly. Gu Qinghan's chin rested on the crook of her neck, his frosty breath mixed with the smell of blood enveloping her entirely.

"Ning'er." Gu Qinghan's voice was deep and tender, with an unyielding stubbornness that brooked no refusal, "I said, we'd rather die together."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Yining's left hand was firmly grasped by a cold hand.

Yu Luofeng's figure appeared beside him. He forced his fingers together, intertwining them tightly, his scarlet eyes filled with a morbid obsession: "The road to the Yellow Springs is cold, how could I bear to let you walk it alone?"

The space to her right distorted, and Ao Lin's broad, calloused hand firmly supported her back, channeling the last trace of the true dragon's domineering aura into her meridians: "I haven't even heard you call me 'husband' yet. You think you can take me as your husband? Dream on!"

A crimson phantom materialized before her.

Feng Liuyun stretched out his slender fingers and gently traced the red mole between her eyebrows. The Nirvana True Fire at his fingertips transformed into starlight, merging into her brows: "Ning'er, don't frown, it doesn't look good."

Jiang Yining's eyes suddenly reddened.

"You four idiots..."

Her voice finally took on a thick nasal tone, and the tears in her eyes reflected a delicate shimmer under the divine light.

She didn't break free; instead, she relaxed her body and let herself be surrounded by the four men.

"Since none of you want to die, then you'd all better live!"

Jiang Yining took the initiative, opening her mind wide and actively absorbing the soul energy of the four people into her own sea of ​​consciousness.

This is not plunder, but acceptance without reservation.

Transcending the constraints of the physical body, the five souls achieved the deepest level of fusion at this moment.

The fierceness of pure Yang, the profundity of extreme Yin, the domineering nature of the true dragon, and the endless cycle of rebirth converged in the depths of Jiang Yining's soul, ultimately perfectly merging with that chaotic energy.

A tingling sensation that defies description spread throughout her body, and Jiang Yining couldn't help but let out a very soft moan.

This soft sigh, falling into the ears of the four men, was like the most potent aphrodisiac, causing the flames of their souls, which were on the verge of dissipation, to erupt with astonishing heat once more.

"boom--!"

At this moment, chaotic energy underwent a qualitative transformation.

The originally hazy mist instantly solidified, transforming into an ancient divine ring interwoven with gray and gold, surrounding Jiang Yining.

The phantom of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree behind her emitted a deafening hum, and its purple-gold branches and leaves grew wildly, like countless sharp swords, flowing upstream along the annihilating divine light, piercing straight into the eye of the divine realm deep in the sky!

"You want to eliminate me?" Jiang Yining leaned against Gu Qinghan's chest, her eyes reddening with emotion, but her voice was as cold as ice, revealing an arrogant disdain for the world.

"Let's see who eliminates whom today!"