He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

"S-rank or higher?"

Yun Yi asked.

"Yes," Zhu Heng explained, "Only those young people whose overall evaluation of divine blood fusion, cultivation progress, and combat ability reaches S level are qualified to enter the twentieth heaven."

He glanced at Yun Yi.

"Patriarch, you have fused three kinds of divine blood, including the No. 2 divine blood. Your overall rating is at least SSS level, far exceeding the S level standard."

After saying that, he silently added a sentence in his mind.

Of course, you earned your SSS rank yourself, but your knowledge...

He stole a glance at Yun Yi's expression and saw that the boy was indeed looking around curiously, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

really.

No matter how talented he is, he is still just a six-year-old child who has never seen the world.

He snapped out of his thoughts and pointed to the white jade main hall suspended in the distance.

"Patriarch, that is the main hall of our Zhu family, the Vermilion Bird Palace."

"Those floating islands nearby are the headquarters of each branch."

"The area further east is the training ground, the scripture library, the medicine room, and the divine blood pool."

He paused when he said the words "Divine Blood Pool".

"The patriarch mentioned wanting divine blood... I have already ordered people to prepare it."

He stole a glance at Yun Yi's expression, and seeing that the other party didn't react, he added another sentence.

"However, Patriarch, I still want to add something: divine blood really shouldn't be..."

"Let's go."

Yun Yi interrupted him directly and started walking towards the Vermilion Bird Palace.

Zhu Heng's lips twitched, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

Fine.

You are the head of the household, you have the final say.

He led the other four old men and quickly followed, the group walking along the white jade path towards the Vermilion Bird Palace.

More and more members of the Zhu family were encountered on the road, men and women, young and old, all dressed in uniform vermilion and white clothing, with dark gold belts around their waists.

Upon seeing Zhu Heng and his entourage, the people stopped and bowed in greeting.

Elder Heng.

"Greetings, Elder Heng."

But their attention was soon drawn to the six-year-old child walking at the front.

A child walks among five elders.

And they were at the very front.

Five elders followed behind him, bowing slightly in a respectful manner.

This scene looks incredibly eerie.

Some of the bolder young men secretly pulled aside their companions and asked in low voices.

"Who's that kid? Why are Elder Heng and the others following behind?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it before."

"Could it be some young master from a top-tier family coming to visit?"

"Visiting someone's home? Surely you don't need all five elders accompanying you?"

"And look at Elder Heng's expression, he's bent over, smiling like a flower. He wasn't even this respectful when the Ancestor came back last time."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear you."

Whispers rose and fell, but no one dared to get too close.

Yun Yi saw all of this, but said nothing.

He simply continued walking forward, at a moderate pace, his expression as calm as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

Zhu Heng followed half a step behind him, watching the back of the six-year-old child in front of him, and that thought popped into his mind again.

Tianjiao is truly a prodigy.

But this arrogance is genuine arrogance.

However, he reconsidered.

Today's matter is beyond his jurisdiction. The ancestor has already given his approval, so why should an elder in charge of foreign affairs worry about it so much?

Just follow along obediently.

The Vermilion Bird Palace is very large.

It's ridiculously big.

When Yun Yi walked in, his first thought was that the interior space of the palace was folded into at least three layers.

From the outside, it looks like a palace, but once you step inside, all you can see is a plaza that spans several miles in circumference. The dome overhead is so high that you can hardly see the top. Thirty-six jade pillars with coiled dragons support the entire palace, and each pillar is covered with densely packed runes that emit a faint red glow.

At the end of the square, a high platform rises from the ground, with ninety-nine steps leading up to it, and atop the platform sits a dragon throne that is entirely crimson.

Yes, the dragon throne.

Yun Yi looked at the design of the chair, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

In this world where technology and gods coexist, there actually exists something called a dragon throne.

What's even more outrageous is, what's the point of a family having this thing?

Could it be that they've been harboring rebellious intentions all along?

Before he could think any further, Zhu Heng had already strode to the foot of the platform, turned around, faced the Zhu family members who were pouring into the palace, cleared his throat, and spoke loudly.

"The entire Zhu family, heed my command!"

His voice was amplified by some kind of amplification array, spreading throughout the entire Vermilion Bird Palace.

The Zhu family members, who had been whispering among themselves in the square, fell silent and looked up at the high platform.

"Today, I have gathered the entire clan to announce a momentous event concerning the future of the Zhu family."

Zhu Heng paused, his gaze sweeping over the dense crowd below.

"After joint discussion and decision by the clan elders and the council of elders, the new head of the Zhu family is hereby appointed today."

As soon as he said that, the square was silent for a moment, and then it erupted into a cacophony of noise.

"The new head of the family?"

"Is it finally time to choose a family head?"

"Indeed, ever since the Third Deity awakened, the old patriarch and ninety percent of the direct descendants have been... sigh, the position of patriarch has been vacant for so long, it's time to settle it."

"But who is qualified to sit in that position? The few who survived among the direct descendants are not strong enough."

"I heard there's a guy named Zhu Tianxing in the direct line who's got good aptitude and's already at the sixth level. Could it be him?"

"How old is Zhu Tianxing? Just over twenty. Sixth rank is good, but he can't suppress the other lineages, can he?"

"Who else could it be? Could it be some kind of monster from a collateral branch?"

A murmur of discussion arose as people below the stage speculated about the candidates, their eyes scanning the crowd for possible answers.

Zhu Heng did not rush to announce the name, but waited until the discussion gradually subsided before continuing to speak.

"The new head of the family—"

He turned around, facing the dragon throne on the high platform, bent down, and reached out his hand.

"Please take a seat, Master of the House."

Everyone's eyes followed his direction.

Then they saw the child.

A six-year-old child walked up the steps on the side of the platform, step by step, slowly and steadily.

His steps were steady, his expression calm, and his face expressionless.

Short black hair, exquisitely beautiful features, and eyes that are both incredibly dark and unfathomably deep.

He walked up to the dragon throne, turned around, and sat down.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Then it exploded.

"What?!"

"That's a child?!"

"Five or six years old? Are you kidding me?!"

"Elder Zhu Heng, have you gone mad?!"

A burly middle-aged man squeezed out of the crowd, his face full of anger, pointing at Yun Yi on the platform, his voice almost shouting.

"A five- or six-year-old child as our family head? Zhu Heng, have you lost your mind?!"

Once someone started, others followed suit.

"Exactly! Although the Zhu family is currently in decline, they haven't fallen so low as to let a child who hasn't even grown up yet run the family!"

"Who is this child? What lineage does he belong to? I've never seen him before?"

"Could it be some bastard you adopted?"

"I object! I strongly object!"

"Yes! I disagree!"

"A new vote! A new vote is necessary!"

The noise grew louder and more intense.

Some people started banging on the table, while others took a few steps toward the platform, their expressions changing from dissatisfaction to anger.

Nobody paid any attention to the child on the platform.

A six-year-old child sitting on the dragon throne looks like a joke.

Several young members of the direct lineage even laughed, exchanging winks and whispering teasing remarks.

Yun Yi sat on the dragon throne, looking at the arguing faces below with a blank expression.

He waited for a while.

When the people below had calmed down and their voices were starting to grow tired, he slowly raised his hand and placed it on the armrest of the dragon throne.

The movements were very gentle.

But the moment his palm touched the armrest...

A surge of energy exploded from his body.

Seventh rank.

The complete and unreserved seventh-order realm.

The aura, like a tangible shockwave, swept down from the high platform, passing over the entire Suzaku Palace Square.

Everyone felt it at the same time.

That oppressive feeling pressed heavily on my chest, making it difficult to breathe.

The middle-aged man who had just been slamming his fist on the table and cursing froze on the spot, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

The group of people who were still walking towards the platform stopped in their tracks, their faces turning pale.

The smiles on the faces of those young men who had been laughing and joking froze.

The square fell silent instantly.

You could hear a pin drop.