"Fine, even the system doesn't want me to keep a low profile..." Jun Xiaoyao muttered silently to himself.
"Ding! Sign-in location refreshed! Please sign in at the Taiyue Ancient Stele!"
"The Taiyue Ancient Stele... Where is that?" Jun Xiaoyao wondered. But he wasn't in a hurry—after all, he was just an infant now, and he'd already signed in to get a Perfected Desolate Ancient Saint Physique. It was a flawless start.
He could look for the next sign-in location later.
"I got a Perfected Desolate Ancient Saint Physique this time. I wonder what good stuff I'll get next time?" Jun Xiaoyao felt a flicker of anticipation.
At that moment, Jun Zhantian slapped his forehead. "Right! We haven't named my precious grandson yet. How about Jun Changsheng? It means he'll attain immortality in the future."
Jun Xiaoyao, held in his arms, felt a touch of exasperation.
Jun Changsheng wasn't a bad name, but he still wanted to use his own original name.
"Alas, that's not suitable. Too many people are named Changsheng—it's tacky!" Several elders shook their heads.
Nowadays, everyone and their dog dared to name themselves Changsheng. How could such an overused name be worthy of their Jun Clan's mythical child?
Suddenly, a weak voice echoed: "Why not call him Xiaoyao? My husband once said, 'Becoming an immortal is easy; living freely is hard.' I only hope my child lives a carefree life in the future."
The beautiful woman lying on the bed, her face pale, spoke. She was none other than Jun Xiaoyao's birth mother, Jiang Rou.
Jun Zhantian and the others couldn't ignore Jiang Rou's suggestion.
For Jiang Rou's background was no simple matter—she was a goddess of the Jiang Clan, another ancient aristocratic family.
Though the Jiang Clan wasn't as famous as the Jun Clan, as an ancient clan, how could they be weak?
"Good! Then it's Xiaoyao," Jun Zhantian nodded. But as if a sudden worry crossed his mind, he sighed softly.
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes twitched.
He realized his father wasn't present.
Don't tell me it's that cliché where the father sacrifices himself to grant boundless power?
"Zhantian, don't worry," an elderly woman beside him comforted. "Jun Wu Hui is the White-Robed Divine King—how could he fall so easily? Besides, when this child grows up, he might even be able to find and help his father."
"That's right! Haha, I still have my precious grandson!" Jun Zhantian's smile returned.
Jun Xiaoyao blinked, silently memorizing his father's title: White-Robed Divine King Jun Wu Hui.
From the name alone, his father seemed incredibly prestigious.
"If word gets out that Xiaoyao has a Perfected Desolate Ancient Saint Physique, it will surely shake the Immortal Domain," an elder said meaningfully. "We all know there are many forces secretly plotting against our Jun Clan."
"You mean we should use means to hide the Saint Physique's aura on Xiaoyao?" Jun Zhantian asked.
The other elders nodded in agreement. The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be cut down...
Jun Xiaoyao was now the priceless treasure of the Jun Clan—no mistakes could be tolerated.
"When did the descendants of my Jun Clan learn to hide in the shadows? Can't we even protect a single Saint Physique?"
At that moment, a cold snort suddenly boomed from the sky.
The entire Jun Clan was shaken, and countless gazes shot toward the sky above the Heavenly Emperor Palace.
"That aura..."
"What overwhelming power! It's the ancestor sleeping in the ancestral hall—he's climbed out of his coffin!"
"Hiss... Even the ancestor has been awakened?" Gasps of shock echoed from all directions among the Jun Clan members.
That was a true ancestor-level figure of the Jun Clan—many clan members never got to see him in their entire lives.
Yet Jun Xiaoyao had stirred the ancestor just by being born. This left countless people stunned and filled with envy.
Inside the Heavenly Emperor Palace, Jun Zhantian and the other elders, their faces filled with shock, hurried outside.
The void above the Heavenly Emperor Palace split open, revealing a massive spatial rift.
A thin, gray-robed figure emerged.
He was an elderly man in tattered gray robes, dust still clinging to his hair and body, as if he had just crawled out of the earth.
But within his emaciated frame, there seemed to lurk world-shaking power—like the entire universe was beneath his feet!
"It's the Eighteenth Ancestor! Greetings to the Eighteenth Ancestor!" Jun Zhantian and the others hastily bowed.
This gray-robed elder was a true ancestor of the Jun Clan, buried in the ancestral hall for countless years.
He would only awaken when the Jun Clan faced a catastrophic crisis or stood at the brink of extinction.
Jun Zhantian and the others never imagined that Jun Xiaoyao's birth would attract the ancestor's attention.
With a flash, the Eighteenth Ancestor appeared in front of Jun Zhantian as if teleporting, taking Jun Xiaoyao into his arms.
His eyes, as deep as the sun and moon, stared down at Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao blinked, not crying or fussing—instead, he looked up with curiosity.
"This is the ancestor of the Jun Clan? His aura is so powerful—even stronger than Grandpa's," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.
The Eighteenth Ancestor couldn't help but roar with laughter: "Good... Good! Another true dragon has been born in my Jun Clan! You fools actually wanted to dim this child's light!"
"Eighteenth Ancestor, we were afraid someone might harm my grandson in the future..." Jun Zhantian replied, gritting his teeth.
Though they were high-ranking elders, in front of the Eighteenth Ancestor, they were merely juniors.
"Hmph! Let them try!" the Eighteenth Ancestor snarled, his voice domineering. "If those old bastards dare to stoop to attacking Xiaoyao, this old man won't mind starting an Immortal War—slaughtering them until the heavens and earth turn upside down, and blood flows for hundreds of millions of miles!"
Jun Zhantian and the others swallowed hard.
An Immortal War was a cataclysmic conflict waged by immortal traditions of the highest caliber—ancient aristocratic clans, supreme imperial dynasties, and ancient royal clans.
A single such war could shake the Immortal Domain to its core and drown billions of living beings in blood.
No Immortal War has erupted in the Desolate Immortal Domain for ages.
"I declare—from now on, this child shall be the Divine Son of my Jun Clan!" the Eighteenth Ancestor commanded. "All cultivation resources shall be prioritized for him. Even if we have to brute-force it, we will forge him into a Perfected Saint Physique!"
Jun Zhantian and the other elders nodded in unanimous agreement.
A naturally born Desolate Ancient Saint Physique that broke its shackles—only a fool would refuse to nurture such a talent.
"Furthermore, bestow upon this child the qualification of Sequence Zero..." the Eighteenth Ancestor continued.
"What?!" The elders were stunned.
If it were merely the title of Divine Son, they could accept it—it was just a symbol of status.
But a Sequence was an entirely different matter.
The Jun Clan's Sequences were the only ones eligible to compete for the Clan Lord position. The Jun Clan's younger generation numbered in the tens of thousands.
Yet only ten had earned the title of Sequence.
In other words, only these ten had the right to vie for the Clan Lord's seat.
Each of these ten could dazzle an entire era—they were the Jun Clan's top ten prodigies.
And above the Ten Sequences stood Sequence Zero. Zero symbolized nothingness, yet also boundless possibility! Its status surpassed even Sequence One!
The previous Sequence Zero was none other than Jun Xiaoyao's father—the White-Robed Divine King, Jun Wu Hui!
"Eighteenth Ancestor, is this not inappropriate?" an elderly woman ventured cautiously. "It may breed resentment among the other Sequences..."
Every Sequence had endured countless trials to earn their position.
To bestow Sequence Zero upon Jun Xiaoyao the moment he was born—how would the other Sequences feel?
"If they resent it, let them compete for it in the future," the Eighteenth Ancestor waved his sleeve dismissively. "First, they must prove themselves worthy of surpassing this child."
His tone revealed unshakable confidence in Jun Xiaoyao.
Upon hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao sighed silently.
His grandfather's high expectations, the ancestor's special favor, his father's mysterious past, and the hidden dangers facing the Jun Clan...
It seemed he really couldn't afford to be a slacker.
"Invincible talent, invincible background, and a system to assist me—with such a perfect start, if I still can't dominate an era, then I truly am worthless..." Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.