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

"Today, I will uproot this shabby altar."

The purple-gold vines in Jiang Yining's palm suddenly grew rapidly.

At this moment, the five treasures in mid-air opened their eyes completely.

Those once clear and innocent eyes were now replaced by a cold, silvery white.

There are no emotions that belong to an infant.

Nine illusory fox tails spread out in a fan shape behind her.

A visible silver ripple spread outwards from the small body of the Five Treasures.

This is not a law of destruction.

This is a passive charm unique to the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan, originating from the absolute suppression of the will of the high-dimensional fox god.

Silver ripples swept across the void.

Da Bao's newly raised Anning Heavy Sword froze in mid-air.

The raging purple-gold lightning on the blade seemed to have been drained of its strength, and with two hissing sounds, it vanished without a trace.

The two chaotic demonic hands that the Three Treasures had conjured also instantly disintegrated.

The little girl stood there blankly, a hint of confusion in her heterochromatic eyes, one black and one red.

Gu Qinghan stood to Jiang Yining's left.

The white robes fluttered wildly in the demonic storm.

The silver ripples swept across his face.

His long, slender fingers, which were gripping the broken sword, suddenly loosened their hold.

A rare moment of dazedness appeared in his frosty eyes.

Countless overlapping phantoms seemed to appear before his eyes, and even the cracks deep within his sword heart stopped aching.

Feng Liuyun leaned against the white jade railing on the right.

He groaned softly, and a layer of shimmering water quickly welled up in his peach blossom eyes.

The Nirvana True Fire that had just gathered in his palm was extinguished at his fingertips.

"Ning'er, this little fox's charm technique is not right."

Feng Liuyun bit her tongue hard, using the taste of blood to forcefully calm herself down.

Gu Qinghan also regained consciousness within half a breath.

He thrust the broken sword into the bluestone slab beneath his feet, using the cold touch of the hilt to resist the alluring charm.

"She wasn't casting a spell."

Gu Qinghan's voice was hoarse, and his gaze was cold and sharp as he stared at the air in mid-air.

"It is that higher-dimensional will that is using her body to exert its pressure."

The purple-gold light curtain surrounding Jiang Yining trembled violently.

The Devouring Law of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree operated wildly, shredding all the approaching alluring ripples.

She was unaffected in the slightest, but her face was extremely gloomy.

Above the steps.

The Moon Goddess, leaning on her silver rattan cane, let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh.

"it's useless."

The old woman's withered fingers stroked the fox statue at the top of her cane.

"I used the ancient methods of Qingqiu to completely erase those filthy memories from her mind long ago."

"The soul's perception of this atavistic bloodline has been rewritten."

The old woman's cloudy eyes revealed a smug and arrogant air.

"In her mind, this Moonlit Altar is her only home."

"The will of the Fox God is her absolute faith."

"You outsiders are now nothing more than evil heretics trying to destroy her home in her eyes."

The Moon Goddess slammed her rattan cane heavily onto the ground.

"She will use the last drop of her bloodline power to kill you all."

Sanbao, standing below, trembled violently upon hearing these words.

She looked up at her sister, whose eyes were cold, perched on the sacrificial pillar.

The little girl's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Pure black chaotic demonic energy rose up from beneath her feet once more.

"You're talking nonsense."

Sanbao ripped the purple-gold vines that were wrapped around Jiang Yining's waist.

The little leg pushed off the white jade steps with all its might.

He transformed into a black streak of light, charging straight toward the sacrificial pillar amidst the cascading silver demonic energy.

"The Three Treasures".

Da Bao exclaimed in surprise and drew his sword to follow.

"Let her go."

Jiang Yining raised her hand to stop Da Bao.

His purple-gold eyes were filled with absolute rationality.

"This is a battle between blood ties and kinship."

"The laws of the sacred tree can only forcibly dismantle the formation, but cannot awaken the consciousness deep within the soul."

Sanbao has already rushed to the front of the sacrificial pillar.

The alluring silver ripples, like sharp blades, scraped against the chaotic demonic energy on her body.

Fifth Sister.

Sanbao gripped the white jade carvings on the edge of the sacrificial pillar tightly with both hands.

Her little face turned bright red as she resisted the oppressive force.

Look at me.

"I'm the third sister."

The five treasures floated in mid-air, their silvery-white eyes coldly lowered.

He watched as the demon tried to approach him.

She slowly raised her chubby little hand.

A rich ball of moonlight gathered at his fingertips.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The ball of light transformed into a long silver whip, lashing fiercely down towards Sanbao's face.

A crisp snap.

The long whip struck the chaotic demonic energy, producing a crisp cracking sound.

Sanbao did not hide.

She withstood the blow.

The fabric on her shoulder was torn, revealing a thin bloodstain.

Why did you hit me?

Sanbao roared with red eyes.

"Have you forgotten who saved all the best fruit for you?"

"Have you forgotten the fairy butterfly your older brother caught for you?"

"You stupid fox."

Sanbao loosened one hand, bracing against the constantly lashing silver whip, and slowly climbed upwards.

The pure black chaotic demonic energy and the silver alluring halo collided fiercely on the sacrificial pillar.

Two completely different laws of power are tearing each other apart.

Wu Bao paused for a moment as he swung his long whip.

A clear struggle was evident in those cold, silvery-white eyes.

She tilted her head.

Nine illusory fox tails swayed restlessly behind him.

"Fruit".

Wu Bao's dry, cracked lips trembled slightly.

The ethereal accents were tinged with a touch of a young girl's innocence.

"Psylocke".

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sanbao climbed another three feet, and was now less than an arm's length away from Wubao.

She reached out her small, blood-stained hand, trying to grab Wu Bao's clothes.

"Fifth sister, come home with me."

"Mother is waiting for us downstairs."

Wu Bao looked at the outstretched hand.

The silvery-white light deep within his pupils began to flicker intensely.

A sense of clarity emerged from the depths of my eyes.

Her chubby little face scrunched up, as if she were enduring the pain of her soul being torn apart.

"elder sister."

Wu Bao squeezed out a broken syllable.

The call was as soft as a breeze.

Yet it was clearly heard by everyone present.

Jiang Yining's tense back relaxed slightly by half an inch.

Da Bao loosened his grip on the sword slightly.

The Moon Goddess at the top of the stairs suddenly changed her expression.

"impossible."

The old woman's cloudy eyes were filled with shock and anger.

"How could the will of the Fox God be swayed by a few mere words from a mortal?"

The matchmaker bit her tongue.

He spat a mouthful of blood onto the silver-white vine staff in his hand.

"With my blood, I beseech the Fox God."

"Slay the demons."

The old woman's hands moved swiftly, changing hand seals.

The Qingqiu Ancient Moon Mirror above the altar once again burst forth with dazzling light.

A beam of moonlight, ten times thicker than before, shot straight down from the mirror and precisely pierced the top of Wu Bao's head.

Wu Bao let out a piercing scream.

The clarity that had just appeared in my eyes was instantly crushed by this violent force.

A silvery-white light completely filled her pupils.

Nine fox tails, each standing upright.

"die."

The ethereal voice of the Five Treasures rang out once more.

This time, there was no more hesitation.

She raised her hand, and the silver moonlight instantly condensed into a sharp blade of light over ten feet long.

The light blade carried the power to tear through the void.

It stabbed straight at the three treasures closest to her.

"Die, you demon seed."