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

Zhou Xuantong frowned, got up and walked outside.

Then he froze.

Above the sky, the clouds were torn apart.

Three enormous, breathtaking space carriers slowly approached in a triangular formation.

The ship's hull blotted out the sun, and the crimson Zhu family crest shone brightly in the sunlight.

Long departing from the celestial boat.

The winged chariots patrolled the land.

Crimson-feathered flying raft.

Beneath the three space carriers lie countless space warships.

Frigates, destroyers, supply ships, firepower ships... densely packed together, forming a vast ocean of metal, numbering over 100,000.

As they emerge from the clouds, they resemble a moving starry sky.

The fourth ship, Jiangxiao Mingluan, did not arrive.

It remained deep within the Vermilion Bird Palace, guarding the Zhu family's old lair.

The teacup in Zhou Xuantong's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

The Cao family patriarch's smile froze on his face.

The Shen family patriarch's beard twitched, and he uttered a broken sentence: "The Long-Distance Sky Ship... the Winged Chariot Hunting... the Crimson Feather Flying Raft... the Zhu family has deployed all three starships?"

Someone collapsed to the ground.

"Below...below are warships everywhere..."

Someone's voice trembled.

The person next to him turned pale.

"run!"

Someone shouted.

Where can we run to?

Warships have been deployed across the sky, sealing off all areas.

Inside the flagship command cabin of the Changli Tianzhou, Yun Yi sat in the highest command position, with a huge star map unfolding before him.

He was only six years old.

His small body sitting in that large conductor's chair looked almost comical.

But his gaze was calmer than a child's.

"Left-wing fleet advances to blockade Starfield Three."

"Changli Skyship main guns ready, target locked on the seventh district."

"The Winged Chariots patrolled from both sides, and the Crimson Feather Flying Chariots flanked from both sides, while countless warships blocked the outer perimeter."

"Jiangxiao Mingluan, stay here and do not move."

His voice was transmitted throughout the entire fleet via the communications channel.

Next to the command position, a small figure, even shorter than the tactical console, was huddled behind the light screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Yunling.

She hugged the tactical command console, her small face tense, her eyes reflecting countless streams of data.

Yun Yi was the one who spoke to the outside world.

All commands were delivered by Yun Yi's calm, childlike voice.

The source of the commands comes from Yunling.

From the Heavenly Dao Sand Table.

She didn't slack off in this battle.

She pushed the Heavenly Dao Sand Table to its limits.

The sand table unfolded on her lap, and countless future possibilities flowed out like threads.

Every demigod ancestor's attack habits, the breathing gaps of their protective shields, the blind spots of their magical artifacts' rotations, and the delay points of their combined attack formations... all of these were deduced, dissected, and materialized on the sand table.

With each mistake that materializes, Yunling's body grows a little bigger.

For the first time, she grew from the appearance of a five or six-year-old to about ten years old.

The second time, she was thirteen or fourteen years old.

The third time, she became a teenage girl.

The fourth time, she was a grown woman with long, black hair and a cold expression.

Her robes were torn, and her bun hairstyle came undone.

She remained expressionless as she took a vial of scarlet divine blood from her sleeve.

Blood of God No. 99.

Serial number: Nuwa.

Divine blood enters the throat.

A white light engulfed her body.

The bones made a soft cracking sound, time flowed backward, and flesh was reshaped.

The next second, she shrank back to the appearance of a five or six-year-old, tied her hair up in a bun again, as if nothing had happened.

Then she continued to look down and continue her deductions.

grow up.

Take blood.

It gets smaller.

Growing up again.

Take the blood again.

It gets smaller again.

Once, twice, ten times.

She treated herself as a consumable, marking every fatal target for the Zhu family fleet in the myriad futures, and materializing every mistake of those demigod ancestors.

Yun Yi sat in front, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee.

He didn't turn around.

But he saw it.

He didn't say anything.

The elders in the command center didn't notice either.

All they saw was the patriarch, Yun Yi, taking up the command position on the flagship.

They initially disagreed with the plan before setting off.

"Patriarch, you are only six years old! This is the foundation of the Zhu family; how can a starship be treated so lightly?"

"The Long Sky Ship, the Winged Chariot, and the Crimson Feather Flying Chariot—each one is a treasure of the clan. How can we let a mere child pilot them?"

"This battle is of paramount importance; I urge the patriarch to reconsider!"

The elders argued heatedly, their faces turning red.

Yun Yi only glanced at them once.

"I said, I'll do it."

Four words, spoken in a flat tone.

But that undeniable pressure made all the elders' throats tighten.

They wanted to persuade him further, but when they met Yun Yi's eyes, none of them could say a word.

In the end, they had no choice but to back down.

"Well, the patriarch is only six years old after all. He probably won't be able to play for long before he gives up on his own... It's not too late for us to take over then."

So, Yun Yi boarded the flagship. So, Yun Ling stood behind the tactical console.

Then, the battle went incredibly smoothly.

The main cannon of the Changli Tianzhou lit up.

A crimson-gold beam of light pierced through the first demigod ancestor's protective shield, penetrated his chest, and pinned him to the ground.

He died without understanding how the Zhu family dared to do such a thing.

Then the second shot landed.

Then came the third shot.

The Winged Chariots attacked from the side, unleashing a sky full of fiery feathers. Each feather was a miniature missile capable of tracking its target, densely packed and blotting out the sun.

The main cannon of the Crimson Feather Flying Chariot is wide-range; one shot can turn an area of ​​100,000 li into scorched earth.

The Changli Tianzhou patrolled the perimeter of the battlefield, specifically hunting down demigods who attempted to escape.

If anyone tries to break away from the battle and run away, the main cannon of the Changli Tianzhou will appear in front of them in the next second.

Precise, ruthless, not a single shot wasted.

Three space carriers, along with countless space warships, formed a perfect strangulation formation.

The demigod ancestors of those small families initially gathered together, trying to break through the encirclement together.

With nearly a hundred demigods joining forces, even a true god would need some time to kill them all.

But their opponent is Yunling.

She stood in front of the command console, and with a wave of her small hand, she brought up one data model after another, and sophisticated tactics were laid out on the screen.

"The left wing will encircle them and cut off their confluence route."

"The main cannon of the Changli Skyship is charging up. Fire it when I give the command."

"Three, two, one, release."

The main cannon of the Longli Sky Ship fired, and the crimson-gold beam of light precisely pierced the gap between nearly a hundred demigods, splitting their converging formation in two.

Left half, right half.

Then the Winged Chariot and the Crimson Feather Flying Chariot rolled past from both sides.

The demigods discovered that their much-vaunted numerical advantage was utterly insignificant in the face of these three star carriers.

Their attacks couldn't reach the aircraft carrier, and even if they could, inexplicable mistakes would always cause their attacks to miss.

However, the aircraft carrier's gunfire can pinpoint their targets precisely.

No matter how they try to escape, the aircraft carrier's gunfire can always anticipate their escape route.

More importantly, they are not united.

Nearly a hundred demigods come from dozens of different families, each with their own agendas. How could they possibly cooperate seamlessly?

It collapses at the first touch.

But this collapse was a complete collapse.

Some demigods were killed, some were severely injured, and some fled towards the three major families without looking back.

But can they escape?

The Changli Sky Boat was waiting for them on the outskirts of the battlefield.

One shot, one kill; never misses.