"Cheng! Yuan! Haoran!"
A flicker of light suddenly stirred in Ning Fengzhi's clouded, lifeless eyes, born of unbearable heartache and despair.
He threw himself forward without a thought, stretching out his trembling, withered arms and clutching them tightly to his chest.
His aged hands gently stroked the children's shriveled, wizened cheeks. He wanted to soothe their pain, to shoulder even a fraction of their torment, but there was nothing he could do.
He could only hold their small, convulsing bodies in a death grip, feel them rapidly wasting away, and listen to their heart-rending screams. His heart felt as though knives were twisting through it. He was in agony, yet utterly powerless.
"They will endure three days of unceasing pain as their bodies burn."
Qian Renxue's indifferent voice rang out again, pronouncing the three children's fate. "After three days, if they are still alive, every debt and grievance will be wiped clean."
Her gaze settled on Ning Fengzhi, who was on the verge of collapse. "Ning Fengzhi, take good care of the last of your bloodline. If they cannot endure it and die, Ning Rongrong will be all you have left in this world."
"You should know just how difficult it is for a divine body to conceive a child."
As her words fell, another strand of golden energy shot from her fingertip and poured straight into Ning Fengzhi's body.
This divine power did not ravage his flesh. Instead, it struck his martial soul origin and the foundations of his soul power with absolute precision.
Rumble-
The remnants of Ning Fengzhi's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile martial soul shattered in an instant, crumbling piece by piece before vanishing completely.
The soul power he had painstakingly cultivated throughout his life poured away like floodwaters bursting through a dam. His dantian became a