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

A massive black spatial rift, like the gaping maw of a monstrous abyss beast, tore open without warning on the bluestone slab beneath Jiang Yining's feet.

A violent, high-dimensional spatial turbulence, carrying a terrifying suction force capable of shredding everything, poured out from the bottomless crack, uprooting the surrounding collapsed stone pillars and thousand-year-old Bodhi trees and pulling them into it.

In order to sever that dark gold chain, Fan Chenxin had already exhausted the last bit of Mahayana Buddhist light. His body, with its Buddha bones broken, was powerless to resist the pulling force that was enough to tear apart the stars.

The ground beneath his feet collapsed, and he plummeted like a kite with a broken string into the dark, turbulent void.

"Ningning, run!" Fan Chenxin looked up as he fell, his usually restrained eyes revealing fear for the first time. He was afraid that the woman would be dragged into this inevitable disaster along with him.

Jiang Yining stood at the edge of the crack, the gale making her already tattered smoky blue dress flutter wildly.

There was not a trace of hesitation or calculation in her purple-gold eyes. At this moment, she forcibly squeezed the chaotic vitality of the Myriad Spirit Divine Tree to its limit.

Several purple-gold spirit-devouring vines burst forth from the body, binding the five treasures tied to the chest together with the child's entire torso, ensuring that the child would not be harmed in the spatial tearing.

Instead of retreating to find a way out, Jiang Yining bent her knees slightly and leaped directly into the deadly suction force, jumping into the all-consuming black vortex without hesitation.

She stretched out her slender yet rock-solid hand in mid-air and, amidst the chaotic storm, grabbed Fan Chenxin's wrist, which was burned to a bone by the dark gold poison fire.

"Jiang Yining, you crazy woman, let go." Fan Chenxin felt the irresistible pull on his wrist, and despair and disbelief intertwined in his heart. He desperately tried to shake off that warm hand.

Jiang Yining not only didn't let go, but instead used the momentum of the fall to pull his arm into her own chest. The chaotic purple-gold life force rushed into his body through their clasped palms, forcibly keeping him alive until his last breath.

"If you want to play the saint who sacrifices himself to feed the eagle in front of me, you'll have to ask me, Jiang Yining, for my consent. As long as I don't approve your death, even the King of Hell can't take you away."

Jiang Yining gritted her teeth and roared into his ear, her voice shattered by the raging wind.

She would never abandon anyone who had shed blood for her, even if that person was a monk who wanted to leave the monastic life and die for her; she would pull him back from the brink of death.

Gu Qinghan, who was fighting a bloody battle with two other divine generals high in the sky, immediately sensed the dramatic change in the spiritual energy field below thanks to her extraordinary divine sense at the Dao Inquiry Realm.

When he saw that wisp of smoky blue figure leap into the void rift without hesitation, the usually aloof and self-possessed Pure Yang Sword Master completely went mad.

"Jiang Yining!" Gu Qinghan let out a roar like a trapped beast, abandoning all defensive spells.

He forcefully withstood the dark gold blow from the Star Abyss God General, a blow powerful enough to destroy half a mountain, and the Pure Yang Broken Sword in his hand erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling brilliance.

Gu Qinghan transformed into a burning meteor, dragging his body covered in deep, bone-revealing wounds, and recklessly plunged towards the closing spatial rift.

Both Feng Liuyun and Yu Luofeng were so shocked by this scene that their eyes turned bloodshot.

"Sister Ning!" Feng Liuyun roared, directly igniting the Phoenix Essence Blood at the peak of the Mahayana stage. His crimson wings blotted out the sky, and disregarding the risk of his meridians being severed, he rushed downwards in a self-destructive manner.

Yu Luofeng didn't even need the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner anymore. He compressed the extremely Yin ghost energy to its limit, and his pale fingers frantically tore at the void, trying to grab the woman's clothes before the crack closed.

"You nuisance insects, get out of my way!"

Seeing the three madmen abandon the fight and head straight for the rift, the Star Abyss God in mid-air decisively turned the cutting sundial in his hand.

The dark golden core of the sundial erupted with blinding destructive light, and the god directly detonated the artifact, forcibly raising the spatial turbulence within a hundred miles by several levels.

A violent spatial explosion erupted in mid-air.

Mo Xie, who was originally responsible for protecting the children, had a piercing alarm sounded from the energy core inside her chest cavity when she was hit by the explosion.

The metal puppet had no emotions, but strictly carried out the highest orders left by Jiang Yining. Mo Xie protected the spirit box containing the children under the alloy armor, and was blown away to the Eastern Star Region tens of millions of miles away.

The rift that had swallowed Jiang Yining and Fan Chenxin was irreversibly twisted and disordered by the interference of the sundial explosion, and quickly closed into a thin black line.

Just before the black line completely disappeared, Gu Qinghan forcefully plunged her entire right arm into the raging torrent.

The spatial storm tore apart the flesh on his arm beyond recognition, even cracking the bones, but his hand was still grasping at something in the void.

When all the storms subsided, the once majestic gate of the Great Thunder Temple had been reduced to a barren, giant pit.

Gu Qinghan knelt in the center of the shattered ruins, his white robe, which symbolized the majesty of the Tower Master of the Pill Tower, now stained with blood and mud.

His right hand, which was almost nothing but bones, slowly opened, but what he held in his palm was not that warm and soft body.

It was just a piece of smoky blue fabric that had been torn off Jiang Yining's skirt by the spatial turbulence.

Yu Luofeng transformed into a dissipating black mist and landed beside Gu Qinghan. This arrogant half-saint ghost king looked at the empty giant pit, vomited a mouthful of black ghost blood, and collapsed into the soil.

Feng Liuyun's Nirvana Wings were blown off. He dragged his broken body step by step to Gu Qinghan, reaching out to grab the piece of cloth, only to find that Gu Qinghan's fingers were stiff as iron.

"You self-proclaimed number one doctor in the world, you good-for-nothing, why didn't you stop her?"

Feng Liuyun grabbed Gu Qinghan's tattered collar, two streams of bloody tears with sparks streaming from his eyes, his voice so hoarse that it was unrecognizable as the once dashing man.

Gu Qinghan did not fight back, nor did she even look at Feng Liuyun's face, which was twisted with despair.

He simply lowered his head, staring at the tattered cloth in his palm, still warm from her body and faintly scented with wood.

"I will find her, even if I have to turn every star in the entire Canglan Realm upside down, I will bring her back."

Gu Qinghan's voice was filled with endless killing intent. The destructive sword intent belonging to the Dao Inquiry Realm did not subside with his serious injuries. Instead, it began to reverse wildly in this morning when he had lost everything.

The wind and snow of the Canglan Realm instantly buried all traces, except for the blood-stained rag in Gu Qinghan's palm, which, in this fragmented space, proved that she had once been here.