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

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

Although 90% of the Zhu family's direct descendants died suddenly, their foundation remains, as evidenced by the three space carriers.

Not to mention that godlike commander.

Unless they summon their own ancestors, the losses from a real war would be unacceptable to them.

But once the patriarch makes a move, it becomes a fight to the death.

Moreover, the cost of the ancestor's intervention was too high; once he intervened, regardless of victory or defeat, the outcome was irreversible.

None of the three parties could accept such a bet.

Just as the three were each figuring out how to end things gracefully, the doors to the council chamber were suddenly pushed open.

The three of them simultaneously looked up alertly.

Three people walked in from outside.

The leader was an elderly man with white hair and a thin build. He wore a simple gray robe and looked like an ordinary old servant.

But when he took that first step, the air in the entire council chamber changed.

Bai Qingcang's expression changed first.

He sensed it.

The breath of the true God.

It was a power that completely surpassed the level of a demigod, like mountains collapsing and oceans overflowing, an invisible sense of oppression enveloping everything.

The demigod power within him was like a drop of water falling into an ocean in the face of this aura, so insignificant as to be almost non-existent.

Wu Ju and Long Qingyun also stood up at the same time.

All three men instinctively reached for their weapons, their faces extremely tense.

"Who are you people?" Bai Qingcang asked first, his voice filled with barely concealed nervousness.

He tried his best to make his tone sound calm, but the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

The white-haired old man did not answer.

He simply stood there calmly, like a piece of dead wood, yet the aura of a true god made the air in the entire council hall solidify.

Bai Qingcang, Wu Ju, and Long Qingyun exchanged glances, all seeing the same fear in each other's eyes.

True God.

The living God stood before them.

The white-haired old man shook his head and turned his gaze to his side.

There stood a young man.

He appeared to be in his early twenties, with a handsome face and upright posture. He wore an extremely exquisite black robe with a white jade belt around his waist. He had no extra accessories, yet he exuded an air of nobility from the inside out.

The young man took a step forward.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but every word was spoken clearly.

"I want you to continue attacking the Zhu family."

"Until the entire clan is wiped out."

His tone was flat, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"Especially killing the head of the Zhu family."

There was a moment of silence in the council chamber.

Bai Qingcang, Wu Ju, and Long Qingyun looked at each other in bewilderment.

They had absolutely no idea why this person harbored such deep hatred for the Zhu family—especially the new head of the Zhu family.

However, the aura of a true god emanating from the white-haired old man still pressed down on them, leaving them no choice but to take him seriously.

After a long silence, Bai Qingcang forced himself to speak.

"Our three top families also have true god ancestors."

He tried to keep his voice steady.

"Is it inappropriate for you to give us direct orders like this?"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man frowned and was about to snort.

The young man raised his hand to stop him.

Then he took a step forward, and a surge of energy silently spread within him.

A primordial yellow light surged from the young man's body, followed by the appearance of a dragon robe with nine dragon shadows swirling around it.

It exudes the same ancient, noble, and supreme sense of authority as when Yun Yi released it.

The only difference was the intensity; the younger man's aura was much weaker than Yun Yi's.

Bai Qingcang, Wu Ju, and Long Qingyun all froze at the same time.

They recognized the scent.

Blood of God No. 2.

He is ranked third in the sequence and his code name is Jade Emperor.

The only royal bloodline of the human empire.

"I know what you're worried about."

The young man spoke, his tone flat.

"I am the Emperor's son."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three faces.

"And the new head of the Zhu family also successfully fused with the No. 2 divine blood."

The air in the council chamber seemed to have been sucked out.

Bai Qingcang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Wu Ju clenched his fists.

The jade chess piece in Long Qingyun's hand fell to the ground with a snap and broke in two.

The emperor's son.

They certainly knew what the imperial prince was.

That is the only officially recognized royal family in the human empire.

Everyone who successfully injects the No. 2 divine blood becomes a member of the human empire's royal family. If they are under 20 years old and successfully inject, they directly obtain the status of an imperial prince and are one of the right to inherit the human empire's throne.

But now, this person is telling them that the six-year-old head of the Zhu family has also fused with the blood of God No. 2.

They had no idea about this before.

Such news—that the Zhu family really made such a person the head of the family—shouldn't it be a widely publicized announcement?

Why haven't we received any news at all?

"Now you know why I told you to do this."

The young man spoke calmly, but something flashed in his eyes so quickly that almost no one noticed it.

Bai Qingcang opened his mouth, his voice dry.

"Since the Zhu family patriarch possesses the bloodline of Divine Number Two... why haven't we heard a single word about it?"

He paused, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"If we had heard that, we wouldn't have attacked the Zhu family."

He spoke with utmost sincerity.

The person who fused with the blood of God No. 2 represents the royal family of the human empire and is one of the inheritors of the human empire.

If they had known earlier that the Zhu family had such a leader, they would never have dared to make a move.

It should be known that the human empire would assign a true god protector to each of its imperial sons.

The young man saw through their thoughts and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It is true that the Zhu family patriarch was injected with the No. 2 divine blood."

He spoke.

"However, I suppressed the news."

There was a moment of silence in the council chamber.

Then Bai Qingcang, Wu Ju, and Long Qingyun exchanged a glance.

They saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

There was no other choice.

Reject an imperial prince?

Putting aside the consequences of offending the imperial prince, the fact that they have already taken action against the Zhu family means this matter is unlikely to end well.

The head of the Zhu family is also the inheritor of the No. 2 divine bloodline and an imperial prince.

Once the other side develops, none of the three families will be able to escape.

Not to mention that the Zhu family has such a large territory; taking it over would definitely bring many benefits.

Before, I just couldn't make up my mind. Now that I have the Emperor's son backing me up and a true god overseeing me, what is there to hesitate about?

"We agree."

Bai Qingcang spoke first, bowing respectfully.

Wu Ju and Long Qingyun also bowed.

"I will obey the Emperor's command."

The young man nodded and turned to walk out.

The white-haired old man and the middle-aged man followed behind.

The three people left the council chamber and walked out along the corridor.

Once they had walked a distance and confirmed that there were no outsiders around, the white-haired old man sighed and spoke in a low voice.

"Your Highness, is what you're doing inappropriate?"