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

Bai Zhantian slowly descended, his killing aura solidifying into tangible white sword shadows that surrounded him.

His gaze swept over the Vermilion Bird Palace below, over the ashen-faced members of the Zhu family, and finally landed on Zhu Wutong.

"The Zhu family."

He spoke, his voice cold.

"After today, it will cease to exist."

Zhu Wutong looked at the three true gods above his head and gritted his teeth.

Wu Zhenyue and Long Xingyun are also descending.

Three true gods surrounded the entire Zhu family from three directions.

No one can stop them now.

The eyes of everyone in the Zhu family dimmed.

But just as Bai Zhantian raised his hand, preparing to unleash the first devastating attack...

Deep within the Vermilion Bird Palace, in the study.

Yun Yi spoke.

"I deny Zhu Wushen's death."

The sound wasn't loud.

But all the elders of the Vermilion Bird Palace inside the barrier heard it.

The dozen or so elders, including Zhu Wutong, had no idea what Yun Yi meant by those words.

Just as Bai Zhantian was about to make a move against the Vermilion Bird Palace, he suddenly turned his head sharply and looked in the direction where Zhu Wushen had fallen.

Wu Zhenyue and Long Xingyun also turned their heads at the same time.

Then they saw it.

The spot where Zhu Wushen fell.

The lifeless, mangled corpse.

Moved.

Crimson flames erupted from every pore of the corpse without warning, enveloping his entire body.

Those flames were more intense and purer than before, like flames burning from the deepest part of one's blood.

then.

Zhu Wushen opened his eyes.

He got up from the ground, his wounds were healing at a visible speed, his severed left arm was reattached, and his disordered breathing calmed down.

He stood in mid-air, once again radiating the aura of a true god.

The complete Zhu Wushen.

There was no burning of life force, no rampage of divine blood, and his condition was even better than before.

Bai Zhantian's pupils suddenly contracted.

Wu Zhenyue's face darkened.

Long Xingyun's eyes narrowed even more.

Zhu Wushen was also dumbfounded.

He looked down at his hands, moved his newly healed left arm, and felt the steady flow of divine blood within his body, his face full of confusion.

Am I not dead?

He remembered being pierced through the chest by Bai Zhantian's sword shadow, remembered the divine blood within his body completely going out of control, and remembered his consciousness sinking into darkness.

That feeling can't be faked.

But he did indeed come back to life.

Zhu Wutong knelt on the ground, staring at the ancestor who had reappeared in the air, completely frozen in place.

His mouth was agape, his mind blank.

Zhu Changfeng stood beside him, his lips trembling for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"He's alive... the Ancestor is alive..."

A dozen elders looked up at the same time, staring at the figure that had stood upright again in the sky. Their expressions changed from despair to disbelief, and then from disbelief to ecstasy.

"The ancestor is not dead!"

"The ancestor is alive!"

Inside and outside the Vermilion Bird Palace, all the members of the Zhu family witnessed this scene.

The previously stagnant morale was reignited in that instant.

Zhu Wutong got up from the ground and ran towards the depths of the Vermilion Bird Palace.

He rushed into the study and immediately saw Yun Yi sitting in front of the chessboard.

"Master!"

He was breathing heavily, and his voice was trembling.

"Our ancestor... he's alive!"

Yun Yi glanced at him and nodded.

"Um."

Zhu Wutong opened his mouth, then suddenly remembered something, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"You...you did it?"

His voice was trembling.

"Is this the power bestowed by the second deity—the Jade Emperor? Can it reverse life and death, or even the life and death of a true god?"

He paused, his tone carrying an almost fanatical reverence.

"I had only ever heard that the top three gods in the rankings had incredibly powerful abilities, but I've actually witnessed it today."

"This is more than just defying the heavens..."

At the entrance to the study, the elders who arrived one after another changed their expressions upon hearing Zhu Wutong's words.

Their gazes toward Yun Yi had transformed from one of awe, complexity, and even a hint of resentment to pure fervor and worship.

The ability to reverse the life and death of a true god.

What does this mean?

This means that as long as the head of the family is still alive, the ancestor of the Zhu family will never die.

With Zhu Wushen around, the Zhu family has a true god in charge.

With a true god overseeing things, the Zhu family will not fall.

Their Zhu family has an immortal ancestor.

And a family head who can control this power at a very young age.

More than a dozen elders turned to look at Yun Yi, their gazes so intense they seemed to melt him.

Instead, they continued playing chess.

Standing to the side, Yunling curiously leaned over, looking at the few white pieces and the dense black pieces on the chessboard, and couldn't help but scratch her head.

What kind of good person plays chess like this? Even for personal enjoyment, they wouldn't do it this way.

With only a few white pieces, how can we win?

She muttered to herself, but didn't ask any more questions. She simply hugged her large bundle, sat cross-legged on the chair, and quietly watched Yun Yi play chess.

outside the window.

Zhu Wushen stood in the air again. Although he still didn't understand why he had been resurrected, he was too lazy to think about it anymore when he saw the three great families' true god ancestors coming back to kill him.

"bring it on."

He spoke, his voice even more steady than before.

Bai Zhantian stared at him, his face extremely gloomy.

"Reborn from the ashes".

He gritted his teeth.

"The power of Suzaku."

Wu Zhenyue and Long Xingyun also thought of it.

The third deity, codenamed Vermilion Bird. And Vermilion Bird possesses an extremely special ability—rebirth from fire.

Throughout the history of the Zhu family, apart from the very first ancestor, no one has ever possessed this ability.

They always thought that the Zhu family patriarch was just an ordinary recipient of the Vermilion Bird Divine Blood.

I never expected it to be hidden so well.

Because of the Vermilion Bird Palace's shield, Yun Yi's voice did not come out, so they did not know that Yun Yi was the one who did all of this.

"Keep fighting."

Bai Zhantian spoke, his voice cold.

"He can be reborn once, but I don't believe he can be reborn a second time."

The three true gods made their move once again.

It was even more ruthless, faster, and more merciless than before.

Zhu Wushen blocked one wave, then two, but on the third wave, he was pierced through the chest by Bai Zhantian's sword shadow once again.

He fell.

then.

Deep within the Vermilion Bird Palace, Yun Yi spoke again.

"I deny Zhu Wushen's death."

Zhu Wushen got up from the ground again.

Bai Zhantian's expression finally changed.

Wu Zhenyue's breathing also became heavier.

Long Xingyun's hand holding the chess piece trembled slightly.

the second time.

Zhu Wushen was reborn for the second time.

They continued fighting.

This time, the three true gods joined forces, and in a shorter time but at a more devastating cost, finally killed Zhu Wushen for the third time.

But before they could even catch their breath...

Deep within the Vermilion Bird Palace, Yun Yi spoke for the third time.

"I deny it..."

Zhu Wushen stood up for the third time.

This time, his aura was more abundant than the previous two times, as if each rebirth made him stronger.

Bai Zhantian's pupils trembled.

Wu Zhenyue took a step back.

Long Xingyun's fingers clenched so tightly they turned white.

It was reborn from the ashes three times.