Chapter 2: Stirring the Eighteen Ancestors, the Divine Son

“Alright, even the system doesn’t want me to lie low…” Jun Xiaoyao silently grumbled.

“Ding! Sign-in location refreshed! Please sign in at the Taiyue Ancient Stele!”

“Taiyue Ancient Stele? Where is that?” Jun Xiaoyao wondered inwardly.

But this wasn’t urgent—after all, he was still an infant, and he’d already signed in for a fully developed Primordial Ruin Sacred Body; it was a perfect start.

He could look for the next sign-in location later.

“This time I got a fully developed Primordial Ruin Sacred Body—what amazing reward will I get next time?” Jun Xiaoyao felt a flicker of anticipation.

At that moment, Jun Zhantian slapped his forehead and said, “By the way, we haven’t named my precious grandson yet—how about Jun Changsheng? It signifies his future path to eternal life.”

Jun Xiaoyao, held in arms, felt speechless.

Though “Changsheng” wasn’t a bad name, he still preferred his own name.

“Ah, that won’t do—too many people are named Changsheng; it’s cliché!” Some clan elders shook their heads.

Now everyone, dog or man, dares to name their child Changsheng—how could such a common name suit our Jun family’s prodigy?

At that moment, a weak voice suddenly spoke: “How about calling him Xiaoyao? My husband once said, becoming an immortal is easy, but living freely is hard—I only hope my child will live a carefree life.”

The beautiful woman lying on the bed, pale-faced, spoke.

She was Jun Xiaoyao’s birth mother, Jiang Rou.

Jun Zhantian and the others could not ignore Jiang Rou’s suggestion.

For Jiang Rou’s background was no simple matter—she was a divine maiden of the Primordial Ruin clan, the Jiang family.

Though the Jiang family wasn’t as renowned as the Jun family, it was still a Primordial Ruin clan—how could it be weak?

“Fine, then his name is Xiaoyao.” Jun Zhantian nodded, but then seemed to recall something, letting out a faint sigh.

Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this, blinked.

He just realized his father wasn’t here.

Not another “father sacrificed to heaven, magic boundless” trope?

“Zhantian, don’t worry—Jun WuHui is the White-Clothed Divine King; how could he perish so easily? Besides, when this child grows up, he may well find help for his father.” An old woman beside her comforted.

“That’s true, ha ha! I still have my precious grandson!” Jun Zhantian smiled again.

Jun Xiaoyao blinked his eyes, silently memorizing his father’s title.

White-Clothed Divine King Jun WuHui.

Judging by that name, his father seemed to have serious prestige…

“If word gets out that Xiaoyao is a fully developed Primordial Ruin Sacred Body, the Immortal Realm will be shaken—there are plenty of forces secretly plotting against our Jun family.” One elder spoke with deep implication.

“You mean use methods to suppress the Sacred Body’s fluctuations within Xiaoyao?” Jun Zhantian asked.

The other elders nodded slightly.

A tree that towers above the forest will be struck by the wind.

Jun Xiaoyao was the Jun family’s treasure—no mistake could be allowed.

“When did our Jun descendants learn to hide and conceal? Can’t we even protect a Sacred Body?”

At that moment, a cold snort suddenly exploded from the heavens.

The entire Jun family was startled; countless gazes turned toward the sky above Tiangong.

“That aura…”

“So powerful—it’s the ancestral elder sleeping in the ancestral shrine, crawling out of his coffin!”

“Gah… even the ancestral elder was stirred?” Countless Jun family members gasped in disbelief.

That was a Jun family ancestral elder—many Jun members would never see one in their lifetime.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao, the moment he was born, stirred the ancestral elder—many hearts trembled with awe and envy.

Inside Tiangong, Jun Zhantian and the elders, hearing the voice, were shaken and hurried out of Tiangong.

Above Tiangong, a massive tear opened in the void.

A thin, gray-clad figure appeared.

It was an old man in gray robes, dust clinging to his head and body, as if he’d just crawled from the earth.

Yet within his withered frame pulsed power capable of shaking the world!

As if all realms and worlds lay beneath his feet!

“Eighteen Ancestor! We pay homage to Eighteen Ancestor!”

Jun Zhantian and the others bowed urgently.

This gray-robed elder was a true ancestral figure of the Jun family, buried in the ancestral shrine for countless years.

He would awaken only when the Jun family faced great upheaval or stood on the brink of annihilation.

Jun Zhantian and the others never imagined Jun Xiaoyao’s birth would draw the ancestral elder’s attention.

Eighteen Ancestor flickered forward like a flash of light, appearing before Jun Zhantian and taking Jun Xiaoyao into his arms.

His gaze, deep as sun and moon, fixed on Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao blinked his eyes, silent and calm, even curious.

“Is this my Jun family’s ancestral elder? Such immense aura—it’s stronger than Grandpa’s.”

Eighteen Ancestor couldn’t help laughing heartily: “Good… good! Our Jun family has produced another true dragon! You fools actually wanted to hide this child’s brilliance!”

“Eighteen Ancestor, I feared others might harm my grandson…” Jun Zhantian said, forcing himself to speak.

Though these elders held high status, before Eighteen Ancestor, they were merely juniors.

“Hmph! Who dares? If those ancient corpses dare lay hands on Xiaoyao, I won’t mind igniting an Immortal War—crushing them, turning heaven and earth upside down, drowning the land in blood for ten thousand miles!”

Eighteen Ancestor’s attitude was utterly domineering.

Jun Zhantian and the others swallowed hard.

An Immortal War was a great conflict ignited by Primordial Ruin clans, supreme imperial dynasties, or ancient royal bloodlines.

One such war could overturn the Immortal Realm and drown billions in blood.

The Huangtian Immortal Realm hadn’t seen an Immortal War in a long time.

“I declare: from now on, this child is our Jun family’s Divine Son. All cultivation resources shall be channeled toward him—even if we must force-feed him, we’ll make him a fully developed Sacred Body!” Eighteen Ancestor ordered.

Jun Zhantian and the elders nodded in agreement.

A Primordial Ruin Sacred Body born breaking its chains—who in their right mind wouldn’t nurture it?

“Moreover, I grant this child the qualification of Zero Sequence…” Eighteen Ancestor continued.

“What?” The elders were stunned.

Granting the title of Divine Son was one thing—it was merely symbolic.

But the Sequence was different.

The Jun family Sequences held the right to compete for the position of clan master.

The Jun family’s younger generation numbered tens of thousands.

Yet only ten had earned the Sequence title.

Meaning only these ten had the right to vie for the clan master’s seat.

Each of these ten, if sent out, could dazzle an entire era—they were the Jun family’s ten greatest prodigies.

Above the Ten Sequences stood the Zero Sequence.

Zero meant nothingness—and infinite potential!

Its status surpassed even the First Sequence.

The previous Zero Sequence was none other than Jun Xiaoyao’s father, the White-Clothed Divine King Jun WuHui!

“Eighteen Ancestor, this may be inappropriate—it will cause resentment among the other Sequences…” An old woman ventured cautiously.

Each Sequence had earned their title through countless trials.

To grant Zero Sequence to Jun Xiaoyao at birth—how would the other Sequences feel?

“If they resent it, let them compete for it themselves—let them prove they can surpass this child.” Eighteen Ancestor swept his sleeve aside.

His tone made it clear he had absolute faith in Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao heard this and sighed inwardly.

His grandfather had high hopes for him, his ancestral elder favored him, his father’s mystery loomed, and hidden threats plagued the Jun family.

It seemed he couldn’t be a lazy fish after all.

“Invincible talent, invincible background, system assistance—with this perfect start, if I still can’t dominate an era, then I’m just too weak…” Jun Xiaoyao thought.