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

Zhu Wutong stopped.

He looked at Yun Yi.

His gaze shifted from that youthful face to the battle report spread out in front of Yun Yi, and then to the stack of intelligence piled up beside him.

His expression was complicated.

He read the battle report.

Within seven days, the Zhu family's three starships and 100,000 warships were operating at full power, nearly a hundred demigods were annihilated, and dozens of families were uprooted.

That was a beautiful play.

The exquisite tactical command and brilliant battle results were something Zhu Wutong, who had lived for so many years, could not match.

What he found even more unbelievable was the person in charge of all of this.

He looked at Yun Yi.

The six-year-old child sat in the main seat, so small that he couldn't even fill the chair, but his demeanor and aura made him feel as if he were facing a seasoned veteran general.

A six-year-old child commanded such a battle.

Zhu Wutong mentally checked three times to make sure he hadn't misread, misheard, or was dreaming.

He was just about to speak.

The door was suddenly kicked open.

A messenger disciple stumbled in, his face ashen and his voice trembling.

"Report!"

He knelt on one knee, clutching a still-glowing communication jade slip in his hand.

"The three major families! The Bai family, the Wu family, and the Long family!"

"Each faction deployed three space carriers! A total of nine!"

"Including the accompanying warships, the total number exceeds 300,000!"

He gasped for breath, his voice almost a roar.

"They've reached the Zhu family's border! They're closing in!"

The council chamber was deathly silent.

The expressions of the dozen or so elders changed simultaneously.

The teacup in Zhu Heng's hand fell to the ground with a crash and shattered into pieces.

Zhu Changfeng suddenly stood up, his face drained of all color.

"Nine space carriers? The three major families have pulled out all the stops?"

"Three hundred thousand warships...Are they insane?"

"This is wiping out the entire race!"

Zhu Wutong's pupils also contracted slightly.

He slowly turned around and looked at the messenger disciple.

"Sure?"

"Confirmed! An urgent communication just sent from the border post!"

Zhu Wutong remained silent for a moment.

Then he looked up, his gaze passing over the windows of the council chamber and towards the distant horizon.

That's the direction of the border.

His aura changed at that moment.

The oppressive aura of a peak demigod spread out silently like a tide, enveloping the entire Vermilion Bird Palace.

The sense of oppression was more than ten times stronger than before.

His back straightened, and something was awakening in his aged eyes.

This was the first time he had shown his true strength in front of everyone.

Then he turned around and looked at Yun Yi in the main seat.

"Master of the family."

He spoke, his voice hoarse but steady.

"Please give the order."

Yun Yi sat in the main seat, looking at the old man who had just returned.

A peak demigod, the last pillar of the Zhu family's direct line, an old man just one step away from becoming a true god.

He was standing right in front of him, his posture very humble, waiting for the six-year-old child to give the order.

Yun Yi's lips twitched slightly.

"No rush."

He spoke, his tone calm.

"The supplies have already been prepared for them."

Before Zhu Wutong could process the words "the things are ready," a violent tremor came from beneath his feet.

The entire Vermilion Bird Palace was shaking.

The thirty-six jade pillars with coiled dragons hummed, the runes on the ceiling glowed and dimmed, and the paintings on the walls all fell down with a crash.

Several elders lost their balance and staggered, only managing to avoid falling by grabbing the edge of the table.

"What's going on?!"

"Have the three major families started fighting directly?"

The council chamber was in complete chaos.

Zhu Wutong suddenly looked up and gazed out the window.

The energy barrier of the Vermilion Bird Palace had automatically activated, and a layer of crimson light curtain enveloped the palace. However, that light curtain was fluctuating violently, as if it were being frantically attacked from the outside by something.

Then, the second wave of turbulence arrived.

It's even more intense than the first wave.

The entire Vermilion Bird Palace seemed to be shaken as if it had been grabbed in someone's hand, and several elders were thrown to the ground.

"What is this?!"

Zhu Changfeng lay on the ground, his face pale.

Zhu Wutong stared at the crimson sky outside the window, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He recognized him.

That fluctuation, that oscillation frequency, that aura that seemed to tear even the heavens and earth apart.

He experienced it once when he was young, and it was an unforgettable experience for him.

"The Crimson Phoenix has fallen..."

His voice was almost squeezed out of his throat.

The council chamber fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked at him.

Zhu Wutong slowly turned around, his face frighteningly grim.

"The fall of the Crimson Phoenix." He repeated, his voice hoarse, "The Crimson family's absolute trump card."

"Each one is enough to severely injure a true god; those below the demigod level will surely die."

He paused.

"The entire Zhu family only has five."

The dozen or so elders gasped in shock at the same time.

They certainly knew what the Fall of the Crimson Phoenix was.

That was the ultimate weapon that the Zhu family ancestors had spent thousands of years and all their resources to forge.

Each one is equivalent to a full-force strike from a true god.

Theoretically, all five at once would be enough to kill a god.

This is the Zhu family's last trump card, and their ultimate trump card.

But those fluctuations just now, those two consecutive oscillations.

What does it mean?

Three.

Zhu Wutong's voice echoed in the council hall.

"The commotion just now was caused by the detonation of three Vermilion Phoenix Divine Meteors."

The faces of more than a dozen elders turned pale at the same time.

Three.

The Zhu family used three of their five Divine Meteorites at once.

"Who?!"

Zhu Changfeng suddenly stood up, his voice trembling.

"Who has the authority to summon the Vermilion Phoenix Divine Fall?! Besides the clan elders and the patriarch..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

All eyes turned to the person in the main seat at the same time.

Yun Yi sat there, his six-year-old figure firmly embedded in the large chair, with the battle report spread out in front of him and the pen still in his hand.

He raised his eyelids, glanced at the stunned elders, and then looked at Zhu Wutong.

nod.

"Um."

He said it in a flat tone, as if he were talking about what he ate that day.

"I detonated three."

The council chamber was deathly silent.

Zhu Wutong's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

"You...you detonated it?"

His voice sounded a little strained.

"When...how did you know where they were...how did you get access...?"

Yunyi put down his pen and leaned back in his chair.

"Zhu Heng gave me a list of all the Zhu family's trump cards, which included the location of the Zhu Huang Divine Fall and the activation permissions."

He paused.

"The authority of the head of the family."

Zhu Heng's lips twitched slightly as he stood to the side.

He did submit the list more than ten days ago, but his intention was to let the head of the family review it and understand the family's resources. Who knew that this little rascal would just take it and use it.

Moreover, he doesn't even remember giving the permission—he doesn't even have that thing, so what did he have to give it to?

"But why...?"

Zhu Wutong wanted to ask more, but Yun Yi had already raised his hand to interrupt him.

"fine."

He spoke, but his voice was soft.

"Only three were detonated."