Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Ao Ling's tears fell onto the ancient warm jade floor tiles.

Lin Xuan looked at her.

He wasn't in a hurry.

He put one arm around Ao Ling, pressing his palm against the back of her head, letting her forehead rest against his chest.

"Don't cry."

Ao Ling's shoulders were still trembling.

But when he hugged me like that, the shaking stopped.

"Take a deep breath. Tell me clearly first. How many demons? What are their cultivation levels? When did the battle begin?"

Ao Ling sniffed.

"My third uncle's communication jade slip says—ten deep-sea demons—at least at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal—the strongest one—may be at the early stage of Quasi-Saint—"

"When did it start?"

"At noon today, Third Uncle said the clan's protective formation could only hold for another two hours at most—"

"Cunxin—Ao Cunxin, right? Still alive?"

"They're still fighting. She won't back down—"

Lin Xuan released his grip on Ao Ling.

He picked up the communication jade slip on Ao Ling's wrist, infused it with a wisp of divine thought, and scanned it.

The coordinates of the Western Sea. The lingering aura of the demon. The extent of damage to the great formation.

I can see everything clearly now.

He returned the jade slip to Ao Ling.

"Okay. I'll go."

He spoke very softly.

"You dare touch my ATM again—"

He paused for a moment. Then he coughed.

"Cough—touching my maternal relatives—you're asking for it."

When Fairy Caiyun heard the words "ATM," her lips twitched. But she didn't say anything.

Jin Ning heard it too. She thought this man sometimes spoke quite rudely. But she couldn't refute him. Because it was true—the Dragon Clan's Treasury was the Pangu Palace's biggest ATM.

Lin Xuan turned around.

He shouted towards the backyard—

"Lin Long!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it had a strong penetrating power.

Deep in the backyard.

A series of "crunch crunch" sounds came from behind.

That was the sound of something being chewed on.

Three seconds later.

A chubby little boy came running out from the direction of the kitchen in the backyard.

Lin Long.

The little guy was wearing a red bib today. He had a pair of little dragon horns on his head. And there was a splinter of wood from a chair leg hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Yes. He's chewing on the chair again.

"Huh? Dad's calling me?"

Lin Long ran up to Lin Xuan, tilting his head and still chewing.

"We've got some big seafood for us. Want to come?"

Lin Long's eyes lit up.

It wasn't just ordinary brightness. It was the kind of brightness that made your pupils dilate, your mouth water, and every single scale on your dragon's body seem excited.

"Big one? How big?"

"It's from the early stages of Quasi-Sainthood. It's difficult to chew but tastes good."

"Oh! Let's go! We have to go! Is it all-you-can-eat?"

"All you can eat. Ten heads. All of them are at least at the Taiyi Realm. Enough to fill you up."

Lin Long didn't say a word—

"Aww!"

He jumped up and down, spitting out wood chips from the chair leg that were in his mouth.

Then he ran quickly to Lin Xuan's side on his short legs and hugged Lin Xuan's leg.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Lin Xuan patted his dragon horns.

"Don't rush. Wait for your fourth aunt to come along."

He turned and looked at Ao Ling.

Ao Ling wiped away her tears and took a deep breath.

"I'll go too."

"Okay. The rest of you stay."

Lin Xuan glanced at Fairy Caiyun and Jin Ning beside him.

"You two can rest assured and focus on your pregnancy. Dijiang and Houtu are at home. Nothing will happen."

Fairy Caiyun nodded.

Jin Ning nodded. But her hand clenched unconsciously for a moment.

She had just married into the family when her husband was about to go to war.

Although she knew—with Lin Xuan's strength—the battlefield was no different from going to the vegetable market for him.

But she still—

"Come back soon," Jin Ning said.

Lin Xuan glanced at her and chuckled.

"Okay. I brought you back some seafood."

Then he flipped his right hand over.

The laws of space are driving this.

A rift in the void tore open before them. Behind the rift lay a breathtaking expanse of azure sea and sky.

Lin Xuan picked up Lin Long. He held Ao Ling's hand with his left hand.

He stepped inside.

The crack closed.

The three people disappeared.

-

West Sea.

Above the sea.

The sky was gray. The clouds were black. The wind carried the salty smell of the sea.

The seawater changed color.

The once azure West Sea has been dyed a glaring dark red.

It's not sunset.

is blood.

The blood of dragons. The blood of sirens. The blood of shrimp soldiers and crab generals. Mixed together, churned into a murky red by the waves.

Ten deep-sea monsters are frantically attacking the last barrier surrounding the West Sea Dragon Palace.

Each one was hundreds of feet tall.

Some had eight thick tentacles. Some were covered in dark purple carapaces. Some constantly spewed out corrosive black venom from their mouths.

They are not products of nature.

Each of the great demons had several extremely fine dark gold threads wrapped around its body.

Cause and effect line.

This was the work of Zhunti.

These deep-sea monsters had been raised by Zhunti for several years. He controlled their minds with causal threads, stripping them of their autonomy and turning them into pure killing machines.

They felt no fear. No hesitation. No concept of retreat.

Only—rush. Kill. Destroy.

The outer defensive array of the West Sea Dragon Palace has already cracked in several places. The blue light of the array flickers erratically. Each flicker signifies that the array is on the verge of collapse.

Behind the formation—were hundreds of small, insignificant soldiers. Some were wounded. Others were uninjured. All of them gripped weapons.

Fear was in their eyes, but they showed no sign of backing down.

Because of what's in front of them—

There was a person standing there.