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

Even the founding ancestor of the Zhu family could only be reborn twice.

This Zhu Wushen has actually been reborn three times.

And judging from the way it looks, even if it's the fourth time, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Bai Zhantian gritted his teeth.

"Walk!"

He spoke.

Wu Zhenyue and Long Xingyun turned around at the same time.

The three true gods ceased their fighting and transformed into three streaks of light, flying off in three different directions.

Zhu Wushen stood in the air, watching the three figures fleeing into the distance, his brows furrowed.

We can't let them leave.

Once these three old guys recover, they won't fight him head-on; they'll just go around and wipe out his entire clan. He can't stop them all by himself.

But he was all alone, and the three true gods were running in three different directions. Who was he chasing?

Just when Zhu Wushen was in a dilemma.

Two more auras descended from the sky.

The two auras arrived extremely fast, so fast that they almost instantly traversed the entire Jade Void Heaven.

The first aura was extremely powerful, carrying a dignified and weighty feeling, as if the entire sky had pressed down on it.

The second aura was slightly weaker, but it still stood firmly at the level of a true god.

Then came the third figure.

He has no aura of the true god.

But the dark yellow light emanating from him, and the supreme authority surging within him, caused everyone present to change their expressions simultaneously.

A young man walks between two true gods.

An elderly man with white hair is in front, a middle-aged man is on the side, and a young man is in the middle.

The young man was dressed in an extremely elegant black robe, with a white jade belt around his waist. He had a handsome face and an upright posture.

His gaze passed over Zhu Wushen, over the Zhu family members, and over the still-burning battlefield, landing directly deep within the Vermilion Bird Palace.

The six-year-old child sitting in front of the chessboard, leisurely playing chess.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire sky.

"Words become law."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"As expected of someone recognized by the Jade Emperor, the second deity."

"To be able to use this ability at such a young age, I have to admit you are truly talented."

His voice was flat, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

But his hand, hanging by his side, trembled slightly, his knuckles showing his resentment.

Their eyes were slightly red; it was the look of jealousy.

Words become law.

The second deity's strongest supernatural power.

He injected himself with the No. 2 divine blood, endured three near-death experiences, and fused for thirty years, yet he had never obtained this ability before.

What right does that six-year-old brat have?

The smile on his lips remained unchanged. He withdrew his gaze from Yun Yi and turned it to the three True God Ancestors who were fleeing.

"Three against one and still lost."

He spoke, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.

"How embarrassing."

"The face of the true God."

Bai Zhantian's figure stopped in mid-air.

He turned his head, looked at the young man, and his face turned ashen.

Wu Zhenyue and Long Xingyun also stopped.

Three true god ancestors were publicly mocked by a young man who was not even a true god.

Anger surged onto Bai Zhantian's face almost instantly.

But when he sensed the unfathomable aura emanating from the white-haired old man, he forcefully suppressed his anger.

Peak of true godhood.

That white-haired old man was a true peak True God, belonging to the very top group in the entire empire.

As fellow True Gods, Bai Zhantian could clearly sense that the white-haired old man would only need a little effort to kill him.

Wu Zhenyue and Long Xingyun also felt it.

They endured it.

The three true gods stood in mid-air, silent, their faces grim.

The young people stopped looking at them.

He turned his head and looked back into the depths of the Vermilion Bird Palace.

Then he spoke.

"Destroy the Zhu family."

It was said lightly, as if it were about a trivial matter.

The white-haired old man took a step forward.

The pressure from the peak True God spread out as if it were a tangible force, even more terrifying than the combined aura of the three True Gods just now.

The entire sky trembled under his oppressive aura, and the energy barrier of the Vermilion Bird Palace creaked under the strain.

Zhu Wushen's expression changed.

He could burn his life force to block three true gods, but when facing a peak true god, he didn't even have the chance to burn his life force.

That's a completely different level.

The white-haired old man raised his hand.

A ball of grayish-white light condensed on his withered palm. The light was not large, but the power it contained caused the entire space to collapse.

That was a full-force attack from a peak True God.

That would be enough to erase the entire Vermilion Bird Palace from the map of Jade Void Heaven.

Zhu Wushen stood in the air, his whole body tense to the extreme.

He couldn't stop him.

Everyone knows.

But just then, the tightly closed study door deep inside the Vermilion Bird Palace was pushed open.

The door opened very gently, but in this world shrouded in the pressure of the true god, it was as clear as if someone had struck a bell.

Yun Yi came out of the study.

The six-year-old boy, dressed in a simple black robe, walked slowly and steadily down the white jade steps of the Vermilion Bird Palace.

Behind him followed a little girl with two buns in her hair, carrying a bag bigger than herself, walking unsteadily as if she hadn't woken up yet.

All eyes were on Yun Yi.

Zhu Wutong knelt on the ground, looking up at the small figure walking down the steps. His lips moved as if he wanted to call out "Master," but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Zhu Changfeng, Zhu Changhe, Zhu Heng, and more than a dozen other elders turned their heads in unison, watching the six-year-old child walk past them and head towards the battlefield shrouded in the aura of a true god.

His steps were steady, and his face was expressionless, like a child walking home from school in his own yard.

The young man stood at a distance, and when he saw Yun Yi walk out, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He raised his hand, signaling the white-haired old man to stop.

The gray-white light in the white-haired old man's palm slowly faded, but the overwhelming pressure of a peak True God still enveloped the entire area.

The young man took a step forward.

He stood in mid-air, looking down at the six-year-old child who had come out of the Vermilion Bird Palace, a smile on his face.

The smile carried a condescending pity, as if looking at a mouse that had finally crawled out of its hole.

"Did you know you were going to die, that's why you came out begging for mercy?"

He spoke, his tone light and airy.

Before the words had even finished,

Yunling peeked half her head out from behind Yunyi and blinked.

Then she frowned.

He slapped her across the face.

An invisible force emanated from her palm, piercing through layers of void, and landed precisely on the young man.

The smiles on the young man's face hadn't faded.

He was like a block of tofu struck by a hammer, instantly crumbling into countless tiny powder particles that scattered in the wind.

Not a single drop of blood was left.

The white-haired old man's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

The middle-aged man stood to the side, his expression frozen.

Bai Zhantian, Wu Zhenyue, and Long Xingyun, the three True God Ancestors, were all stunned in place.

Zhu Wushen opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time.

Zhu Wutong's kneeling body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widening as if they were about to pop out.

The entire world fell silent for a moment.

then.

Yunling pulled her head back, clapped her hands, put her hands on her hips, and spoke in a crisp voice, carrying an undisguised impatience.

"Where did this piece of trash come from, coming up here to insult my brother?"