Chapter 4: Jun Linglong, the Seven Apertures Linglong Heart—Who Is Jun Tian Di?

The Jun family’s combat arena is situated atop a massive island floating in the void.

Many Jun family descendants train within this arena.

It contains not only fighting platforms but also various facilities to test cultivation levels, allowing Jun family members to evaluate themselves.

The Taiyue Ancient Stele was forcibly seized by a great elder of the Jun family and moved into the arena, for disciples to test their physical cultivation.

At this moment, beside the Taiyue Ancient Stele, a girl dressed in palace attire was meditating, preparing to challenge the stele.

The girl was about fifteen years old, her golden, slightly wavy long hair cascading down like waves, translucent and radiant.

Her skin was like congealed fat, her lips painted crimson, her bearing noble and elegant.

Though young, her slender body, tightly wrapped in the palace gown, was already exquisitely proportioned, showing early promise.

“I wonder what kind of result Jun Linglong will achieve this time?”

“She possesses the Seven Apertures Linglong Heart—she masters cultivation techniques at an astonishing speed; surely she’s already perfected every body-refining art.”

“I heard several Sequence holders wanted to recruit Jun Linglong as their follower, but she refused them all.”

Around her, many Jun family youths whispered among themselves, staring at the girl named Jun Linglong.

Jun Linglong, though not among the Ten Sequences, was still a well-known noble lady within the Jun family.

Because she possessed the Seven Apertures Linglong Heart.

This heart was also called the Sage’s Heart, signifying that if Jun Linglong did not perish, she was destined to become a Sage.

For a primordial clan like the Jun family, a Sage was not particularly rare.

But across the entire Huang Tian Immortal Realm, Sages were unquestionably among the supreme figures.

Because Jun Linglong had the potential to become a Sage, several Sequence holders had offered to recruit her—but all were refused.

“Zhen Tian Golden Palm!”

Jun Linglong raised her snow-white, jade-like hand and slammed it toward the Taiyue Ancient Stele.

Though her figure appeared delicate and graceful, it now erupted with boundless power.

BOOM!

A thunderous crash echoed, and the Taiyue Ancient Stele glowed brightly.

One hundred fifty thousand catties!

“Jun Linglong is incredibly strong—she’s increased her strength by another thirty thousand catties since last time.”

“Indeed, an ordinary prodigy, even at the peak of physical cultivation, rarely exceeds one hundred thousand catties. Jun Linglong has already shattered that barrier.”

Around her, praise rose from all sides, accompanied by the burning gazes of countless sycophants.

Jun Linglong’s snow-white face remained calm, utterly expressionless.

At that moment, a shrill female voice rang out.

“Jun Linglong, after all this time, you’ve only gained thirty thousand more catties?”

A woman in a blue dress glided forward, swaying her slender waist.

Her face was alluring and delicate, yet her words were sharp.

“That’s Lan Qingya, the Tenth Sequence’s follower.”

“Her status is higher than a mere follower—rumor says Jun Zhangjian favors her greatly.”

Lan Qingya was not of the Jun family; she was a follower recruited by the Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian, from outside.

Jun Linglong ignored her, but Lan Qingya pressed on, her tone cutting: “Lord Zhangjian left a record of five million catties on the Taiyue Ancient Stele—fifty times your strength. Yet you refused his offer. Now do you realize how ignorant you are?”

Lan Qingya deeply resented Jun Linglong’s false aloofness.

Jun Zhangjian had openly extended his invitation—and still, Jun Linglong rejected him.

In Lan Qingya’s eyes, Jun Linglong was nothing but a pretentious, fake innocent.

“Jun Zhangjian is impressive, but he’s not the best. The one I follow will be a being capable of suppressing an entire era,” Jun Linglong said coolly.

No one knew that the Seven Apertures Linglong Heart possessed a hidden ability: a faint glimpse of fragments of the future.

Of course, this ability was incredibly extraordinary—and could not be activated at will.

Jun Linglong had triggered it only once in her life.

In that fragment of the future, she saw a hazy, transcendent figure clad in white robes, his back turned to all living beings.

Countless souls, ancient tribes, knelt behind him, chanting his title: Jun Tian Di.

At that moment, Jun Linglong became certain: in this lifetime, the Jun family would produce a true dragon, suppressing all past and future time.

Yet…

In that fragment of the future, the Jun Tian Di worshipped by all beings—exactly which Jun family prodigy was he?

Because of this doubt, Jun Linglong had never followed anyone.

She waited, for the one who most resembled Jun Tian Di to appear.

Jun Zhangjian, though the Tenth Sequence and powerful, had not given her that feeling.

But Lan Qingya found Jun Linglong’s words utterly ridiculous.

“Hah! Suppressing an entire era? Jun Linglong, your excuse is laughable.”

Even the strongest current Sequence holder of the Jun family dared not claim such a thing with certainty.

This was an age of fierce competition, where tribes rose and prodigies emerged—no prodigy dared declare he could suppress this era.

At that moment, a white crane in the distant sky drew everyone’s attention.

Upon the crane sat a figure resembling a tiny divine spirit.

It was Jun Xiaoyao.

He had only just broken through the fifth level of the Divine Treasury, and had not yet gained the ability to fly—he could only arrive riding the crane.

“Who is that figure?”

“He looks so young—is he really this small and already coming to the arena?”

A group of Jun family youths began whispering.

Since birth, Jun Xiaoyao had always remained within the Tian Di Palace, never stepping outside the Jun family.

Thus, aside from the Eighteen Ancestors, a handful of elders, and his mother Jiang Rou, no one else had ever seen Jun Xiaoyao.

“Hmm? He…”

Jun Linglong’s beautiful eyes fixed on the young figure, and her Seven Apertures Linglong Heart suddenly trembled.

A surge of fluttering stirred within her.

“No way…” Her eyes widened, and an instinct surged through her.

The crane landed; Jun Xiaoyao lightly tapped his toe and stepped down effortlessly.

“What a handsome boy—I want to pinch his cheeks…” a Jun family girl gazed at him with sparkling eyes.

“So cute—I want to ride him…” another Jun family woman, voluptuous and domineering, stared at Jun Xiaoyao with a dazed, lustful smile.

Surrounded by these wolf-like, tiger-like Jun family women, Jun Xiaoyao felt a chill crawl up his spine.

His kidneys were indeed strong—but he was still only three years old.

He didn’t want to be a pony pulling a cart meant for a stallion.

“This child’s bloodline is too powerful—why does he feel stronger than us?”

One young Jun family member couldn’t help asking: “Kid, which branch of the Jun family are you from? Why have I never seen you before?”

Jun Xiaoyao replied casually: “Of course you haven’t seen me—I’ve never left the Tian Di Palace before.”

“Never left the Tian Di Palace…”

As the young man spoke, his body suddenly trembled.

The Tian Di Palace—only the highest-ranking members of the Jun family were permitted to reside there.

His eyes shook as he stared at Jun Xiaoyao: “You… you’re not the one from three years ago, are you?”

“That’s right—I’m Jun Xiaoyao,” Jun Xiaoyao replied lazily.

WHOOSH!

As soon as he spoke, the entire arena erupted in shock.

Jun Xiaoyao was now the most mysterious and highest-ranked junior in the Jun family.

Born three years ago, he had startled the Eighteen Ancestors, who personally granted him the title of Divine Son.

In status, Jun Xiaoyao now rivaled the Ten Sequences.

“Bow to the Divine Son!”

All Jun family youths in the arena bowed deeply in unison.

Jun Linglong’s eyes flickered with surprise, yet she also bowed to Jun Xiaoyao.

Lan Qingya’s expression changed instantly—she, an outsider and vassal, dared not offend Jun Xiaoyao, and hurriedly bowed low.

Watching the sea of Jun family youths bowing respectfully to him, Jun Xiaoyao silently clicked his tongue, thinking:

“This isn’t right. According to the trope, someone should’ve stepped forward to challenge me, and then I’d crush them and show off. Why are they all so obedient? How am I supposed to show off?”

Jun Xiaoyao felt like punching cotton—he had no leverage.

He’d been hoping to find someone to show off to—no, to spar with.

But Jun Xiaoyao had underestimated the power of the Divine Son title.

No one here dared show him the slightest disrespect.

“Fine. Since no one’s challenging me, I’ll just sign in quickly.”

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly and walked straight to the Taiyue Ancient Stele.

At that moment, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

"Ding, you have arrived at the signing location, Taiyue Ancient Stele. Sign in?"

"Sign in!" Jun Xiaoyao silently murmured in his heart.