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

"It's my fourth brother."

Da Bao gripped the hilt of the Anning sword, his knuckles turning white, and a terrifying killing intent rose in his purple-gold eyes from the shadows.

The crisp clinking of abacus beads echoed through the depths of the dark passage, one after another, with a stubborn yet calm rhythm.

Jiang Yining quickened her pace, creating a gust of wind as her purple-gold skirt swept across the moss-covered stone steps.

Gu Qinghan held the broken sword upside down, his figure like a ghost, never leaving her left side.

On the right, Feng Liuyun gently waved her fan, and the ball of Nirvana True Fire in her hand, like a small sun, dispelled the heavy black fog ahead.

"Be careful, there might be danger ahead."

The four people crossed the exit of the secret passage.

The sight ahead forced everyone to stop.

A giant cage city was abruptly built suspended in mid-air.

There was no sunlight around, no place to stand, and below was a turbulent, chaotic void.

Gray threads of fate wove into countless iron cages, densely packed and suspended in mid-air, swaying in the wind and emitting a teeth-grinding friction sound.

A dense aura of death, in the form of black mist, flowed slowly between the iron bars, as if it were a living thing.

Hundreds of heavily armored celestial puppets trod through the void, patrolling back and forth along fixed routes.

A cold, ruthless green light emanated from the fragment of the Book of Fate embedded between the puppet's brows.

Hundreds of True Monarch-level pressures intertwined to form an impenetrable net of laws.

"The defenses are quite tight."

Feng Liuyun snapped the folding fan shut and tapped it lightly in her palm.

Gu Qinghan glanced at the patrolling guards, her gaze icy.

"Forced entry will trigger a chain of killing formations from the Book of Fate."

"Once the killing formation is activated, the death energy of the entire Tianji Remnant Market will be stirred up and instantly poured into the cage."

Gu Qinghan placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, offering a calm assessment.

"By then, not even a trace of their souls will remain inside."

Da Bao put on a stern face and slammed the Anning Sword heavily on the ground, making a dull thud.

"Then let's dismantle all these iron lumps and get the people out before the killing formation activates."

"no."

Jiang Yining immediately rejected the idea.

Her eyes followed the guard's movements, and her mind quickly pieced together a perfect infiltration route.

"His perception of the Four Treasures is getting weaker and weaker, which means that part of his Heavenly Mystery Dao Body has been extracted."

"We must be swift and strike decisively, without taking any risks."

Jiang Yining turned her head and looked at Feng Liuyun.

Feng Liuyun felt a chill run down her spine from her gaze and instinctively took a half step back, almost dropping her folding fan.

"Ning'er, why...why are you looking at me like that?"

"Someone needs to distract these patrolling puppets."

Jiang Yining casually announced the task.

"Your Nirvana Fire stands out most prominently in the deathly aura, and it's fast enough to be the perfect target."

Feng Liuyun's eyes widened, she pointed to her nose, and her voice rose several decibels.

"You want me to be the bait?"

"The young master of the Phoenix Clan, a powerful figure at the peak of the Mahayana stage, you want me to lead this bunch of brainless lumps of iron?"

Da Bao hugged the longsword tightly, glanced at him sideways, and tapped his shoulder armor with the hilt of the sword.

"Finally, it's starting to be of some use."

"You usually take your mother's medicine and use her spirit crystals, and now you're complaining about me running an errand?"

Da Bao's way of speaking and behaving is exactly like Ji Lingxiao's.

Feng Liuyun was so angry that her face turned red, and she almost couldn't catch her breath.

"Lei'er! Uncle always brings you lots of delicious food!"

Sanbao peeked half his head out from behind his brother, his two eyes, one black and one red, staring straight ahead, and then nodded vigorously.

"Uncle Wind is the perfect bait."

"Why?!"

Feng Liuyun squeezed out a question through gritted teeth.

"Because you're so flashy."

Sanbao stood with his hands on his hips, tilted his head, and analyzed the situation with an air of seriousness.

"Wearing such red and waving a fan, she's sure to attract a lot of hatred."

"Those lumps of iron would be so angry if they saw you they'd want to pluck your hairs and make you into a duster!"

Gu Qinghan stood to the side, her face expressionless, but the corners of her tightly closed lips curved into a quick smile.

That smile was fleeting, yet Feng Liuyun still managed to capture it precisely.

"Gu Qinghan, what are you laughing at!"

Feng Liuyun immediately bristled and angrily questioned him.

I didn't laugh.

Gu Qinghan denied it with a straight face, but the fingers holding the sword loosened most of their grip, as if he were stretching his muscles.

He even took half a step forward, as if he was about to leave.

"If Young Master Feng is afraid, I can do it for you."

"Who said this young master is afraid!"

Feng Liuyun retorted on the spot, saying that this was even more painful than being directly insulted.

He tucked the folding fan behind his back, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, his posture extremely arrogant.

"So what if I'm just walking around a few iron turtles? Watch me, young master!"

A deafening explosion resounded through the sky.

Crimson gold flames erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption.

The blinding flame slammed into the silent black mist, stirring up violent energy fluctuations.

The oppressive aura of the Phoenix Clan's divine bloodline, like boiling oil poured into cold water, instantly enveloped the entire Cage City.

All the patrolling Celestial Puppet Masters stopped abruptly.

Hundreds of eyes, emitting a ghostly green light, turned in unison towards the direction where Feng Liuyun was.

"My grandchildren, look here!"

Feng Liuyun yelled at the top of his lungs, then leaped into the air and spun around in a flamboyant manner.

He trailed a magnificent crimson-gold fire tail, deliberately paused for a moment in place, and then fled straight towards the edge of the prison city.

The sounds of beast-like mechanical roars rose and fell.

The puppets charged wildly, their joints grinding together with a grating "crunch," relentlessly pursuing the ball of flame.

The heavy metallic footsteps pounded the void, causing the nearby hanging iron cages to collide and clang.

In the blink of an eye, most of the guards in the core area had been lured away.

Feng Liuyun's complaints were clearly transmitted to Jiang Yining's ears through the sound transmission array.

"Can you and your daughter please stop criticizing me on the battlefield!"

"You've almost completely ruined my image as a wise and mighty young master!"

Jiang Yining remained expressionless and unilaterally cut off the audio transmission channel.

"Walk."

With a burst of speed from her toes, she leaped forward, disappearing silently into the vast black fog like a wisp of smoke.

Gu Qinghan followed closely behind, locking all the pure Yang sword intent on the broken sword inside the scabbard, without leaking out even a trace of its aura.

Da Bao carried San Bao on his back, his feet treading on tiny sparks of lightning, his speed was in no way inferior to the two in front of him.

The group bypassed the scattered guards and swiftly moved between the suspended iron cages.

The deeper one ventures, the heavier the sense of oppression from the surrounding laws becomes.

A chilling gust of wind, mixed with fragments of vengeful spirits, blew in from the side.

Gu Qinghan deliberately lagged behind by half a step, using his broad back to block the fierce wind that could have injured his primordial spirit.

There's a hidden sentry on the left front.

Gu Qinghan tilted her head and reminded him with lip reading.

Jiang Yining moved her fingers slightly, and two purple-gold vines, thinner than a hair, silently burrowed into the void in front of her.

In the darkness, the two invisible sentries froze, the green light between their brows instantly extinguished, and before they could even cry for help, the vines drained all their life force, turning them into two skeletons that silently fell into the void below.

"continue."

Jiang Yining walked on without looking back.

The team successfully penetrated the outer cage area.

Ahead, amidst the black mist, a colossal black tower, like a weapon piercing the sky, stood before them.

The tower's surface, made of an unknown material, was covered with dried, dark red bloodstains.

Tens of thousands of thick golden life chains intertwined into a net, tightly binding the entire black tower and sealing it off completely.

The surface of the golden life chain was filled with the profound and mysterious flow of the laws of heaven, radiating a terrifying pressure.

At the top of the black tower, a slowly rotating silver Heavenly Eye Seal floats.

The Dharma Seal is like a greedy parasite, continuously drawing pure Heavenly Dao Body energy from within the Black Tower.

The crisp sound of collision rang out again.

The sound of the abacus beads turning came from inside this black tower.

Da Bao's breathing suddenly became heavier.

"It's my fourth brother's aura."

Sanbao squirmed anxiously on his brother's back, his little fists clenched tightly.

"My fourth brother is locked in that big black jar!"

"Mother, let's go and smash him out!"

Jiang Yining stared at the golden life chains, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly.

"That's a causal deadlock at the Dao Inquiry Realm level."

"Forcibly breaking through will result in a backlash from the natural laws of this place."

Gu Qinghan stepped forward, blocking her path, his white hair dancing wildly in the cold wind.

"I'll break it."

"Your sword heart still has cracks."

Jiang Yining turned her head to look at him, her tone carrying an unquestionable command.

"This backlash won't kill you."

Gu Qinghan stood still, refusing to yield an inch.

He slowly pushed open the hilt with his thumb, and the broken sword came out of its sheath, emitting a clear and melodious dragon's roar.

He didn't look at the tower, but turned his head to look at Jiang Yining.

"As long as we can rescue them, it's worth it even if this sword is completely shattered."