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

Yun Yi sat on the dragon throne, looking down at the group of people below with a blank expression.

He didn't say anything.

The level of achievement demonstrated is the best form of discourse power.

"Seventh rank!?"

"A six-year-old at the seventh level, his cultivation level is higher than his age."

"Are you kidding me? Is this really someone like us? Or not some reincarnation of a god?"

No one speaks.

Those who were just shouting about a "six-year-old child" and "not even fully grown" are now speechless.

Seventh rank.

Most of them had cultivated for decades or even centuries, yet they were only at the fourth or fifth level.

Those top-tier direct descendants, in their early twenties and at the fifth or sixth level, are already considered the future hope of the Zhu family.

Now, a six-year-old child is sitting in front of them, unleashing a combat power of the seventh rank.

Even if you started cultivating in the womb, you couldn't achieve this speed.

The entire square was deathly silent.

then.

Yun Yi released his second aura.

It was a dark yellow light.

The moment it surged from Yun Yi's body, the entire Vermilion Bird Palace trembled slightly.

An extremely ancient, extremely noble, and extremely majestic aura emanated from that blood-red light.

That aura seemed to carry some kind of supreme authority, making people instinctively want to kneel down.

The dome above the platform was bathed in the glow of blood, turning it into a dazzling golden-red.

Within the primordial chaos, a faint, ethereal figure emerged.

The phantom was blurry, but it wore a flat crown and a dragon robe, with nine dragon shadows swirling behind it, and endless stars and radiance surrounding it.

It simply floated there quietly.

But everyone in the entire Vermilion Bird Palace, except for Yun Yi, felt their knees buckle.

thump.

thump.

thump.

One after another, the sound of kneeling rang out.

One by one, the elders, disciples, and guards of the Zhu family knelt down.

Some knelt readily, some knelt reluctantly, but no one could stand.

Even Zhu Heng and his five old men couldn't help but bend over, their knees trembling.

Blood of God No. 2.

It ranks third in the sequence.

Code name: Jade Emperor.

The only officially recognized royal bloodline in the human empire.

It is also the only deity that has shown kindness to humanity.

In the Human Empire, anyone who can fully fuse with the blood of God No. 2 will automatically be promoted to the royal family of the Human Empire and have the qualification to inherit the entire empire.

The No. 2 Divine Blood, in a sense, is also the royal blood of the human empire.

You don't need to have a strong background or any special qualifications. As long as you can successfully fuse with the blood of God No. 2, you will automatically become a member of the royal family of the human empire.

It is a symbol of the highest level of power in the entire civilization.

Now, the new patriarch before us not only possesses a level of cultivation far beyond his years, but has also fused with the blood of God No. 2.

Zhu Heng knelt on the ground, looking up at the little child sitting on the dragon throne on the high platform, tears streaming down his face.

He only knew that Yun Yi had absorbed the blood of God No. 2, but he didn't know that he could already summon the phantom of a god.

Absorbing, fusing with, and summoning the phantom of a god are two completely different concepts.

The former means you're lucky and didn't die.

The latter, however, signifies that you have gained the approval of that deity and are qualified to use its authority.

The square remained silent for a long time.

Only after Yun Yi withdrew his aura and returned the dark yellow light and oppressive feeling to his body did everyone gradually get up from the ground.

No one spoke anymore.

Those who had been shouting the loudest just moments before were now bowing their heads, wishing they could hide their faces inside their clothes.

Those sixth-rank direct descendants changed their expressions several times, their lips moved a few times, but in the end they said nothing.

Six years old, seventh rank, No. 2 divine blood, divine phantom.

Any one of them would be enough to shut them up.

Now, the three of them together even felt that their earlier opposition was blasphemy against the gods.

Yun Yi sat on the dragon throne, taking in everyone's reactions.

He felt neither triumphant nor gratified.

He just felt that was about right.

"Zhu Heng".

He spoke.

Zhu Heng quickly stepped forward and bowed, awaiting orders.

"Send someone to compile all of the Zhu family's industries, resources, intelligence networks, personnel, and external relationships into a book and deliver it to my study within three days."

"Yes."

"besides."

Yun Yi's gaze swept over the crowd below, his calm voice echoing across the square.

"Those who led the trouble just now will have half of their cultivation resources deducted for the next three months."

Several figures in the crowd froze simultaneously, their faces turning pale, but no one dared to utter a sound.

Yun Yi stopped looking at them, got up from the dragon throne, and walked to the side of the platform.

"Let's call it a day."

He left without turning his head.

Zhu Heng stood there, watching Yun Yi's departing figure, then looked back at the group of clansmen in the square who were silent as cicadas in winter, and let out a long breath.

He suddenly realized that this head of the family might not be just a figurehead after all.

But then I thought about it again and it seemed a bit absurd.

No matter what, he's just a six-year-old child.

Even if he is only six years old, with this talent alone, the Zhu family can let him do whatever he wants.

……

For seven days, Yun Yi hardly left his study.

The intelligence sent by Zhu Heng was piled up like a small mountain, covering everything from mineral resources and fleet deployments to elixir reserves and personnel allocations, from intermarriages between families to entanglements with external forces—nothing was too big or too small.

Yunyi spent two days going through all the information and then built a complete network diagram in his mind.

The Zhu family has many problems, but there's only one core issue.

A talent gap.

Ninety percent of the direct descendants died suddenly, and the rest were either old, weak, or useless.

Although the side branches have many members, they are mediocre in ability, and none of them can shoulder the main responsibility.

The few qualified direct descendants have no experience other than their cultivation level, so they are essentially useless.

What's more troublesome is that the Zhu family's territory is too large, but there are too few experts who can keep things in check. The surrounding forces have already begun to stir and tentatively nibble away at the peripheral resources.

Even though the True God Ancestor is not dead, the territory he occupies is still too large. Even the True God Ancestor cannot manage it all, let alone have the time to do so.

If this situation is allowed to continue, the Zhu family will definitely lose 90% of its power in ten to a hundred years.

Yun Yi leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

This problem wasn't difficult for him.

The difficulty lies in the fact that he has too few people at his disposal.

Although there were a few guest advisors from other races, their demigod-level power was enough to keep the situation under control.

However, it can only suppress a few important resource points.

As for the other guest retainers who were at a lower level, more than half of them, upon learning of the changes in the Zhu family, had already started demanding exorbitant prices.

But either they are too old or too weak, so they are completely useless.

Although fewer of the collateral disciples died, those with too low a cultivation level were practically sent to their deaths if sent out to maintain order.

He needs a capable, insightful, and trustworthy person to manage these matters for him.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the study, followed by the door being pushed open abruptly.

A figure rushed in.

Yun Yi looked up.

Then he saw a little girl, about five or six years old, with two buns in her hair, wearing a white robe that was obviously not quite right in her body, stumble in, and then suddenly lunge at his legs, hugging his thighs tightly with both hands.

"elder brother!"

A heart-wrenching cry.

"My dear brother!"

"Someone's chasing me! Waaaaa, someone's chasing me!"

"I'm such a coward, I really have no other choice but to ask for your help! Brother, you can't just abandon me!"