Alarming Eighteenth Ancestor, Divine Child Identity, Zero Sequence!

Well, even the system doesn't want me to keep a low profile... Jun Xiaoyao silently complained to himself.

Ding, sign-in location refreshed. Please sign in at the Mount Tai Ancient Stele!

Mount Tai Ancient Stele, where is that? Jun Xiaoyao wondered inwardly.

However, this matter was not urgent. After all, he was currently just an infant, and he had already signed in for a Great Accomplishment Ancient Desolate Sacred Physique—you could say it was a perfect start.

As for the next sign-in location, it wouldn't hurt to look for it later.

The reward from this sign-in is the Great Accomplishment Ancient Desolate Sacred Physique. I wonder what good thing I'll get next time? Jun Xiaoyao felt a certain sense of anticipation.

At that moment, Jun Zhantian slapped his own forehead and said, "Right, I haven't named my precious grandson yet. How about Jun Changsheng? It implies that he will attain the Dao of longevity in the future."

Held safely in arms, Jun Xiaoyao felt somewhat speechless.

Although the name Jun Changsheng sounded acceptable, he still hoped to use his own name.

"Sigh, that won't do. There are too many people named Changsheng; it's tacky!" a few clan elders shook their heads.

Nowadays, anyone and everyone dared to name themselves Changsheng. How could such a common, street-corner name possibly be worthy of their Jun Family's qilin child?

At that moment, a somewhat weak voice suddenly rang out, "Better to name him Xiaoyao. His father once said that becoming an immortal is easy while true freedom is hard. I only hope my child can live a life of unconstrained freedom in the days to come."

Reclining on the bed, a beautiful woman with a pale face spoke up.

She was none other than Jun Xiaoyao's biological mother, Jiang Rou.

Faced with Jiang Rou's suggestion, Jun Zhantian and the others could not simply brush it off.

That was because Jiang Rou's identity was not so simple either—she was a goddess of the Ancient Desolate Jiang Clan.

Although the Jiang Clan did not have the out-of-this-world renown of the Jun Family, they were still an Ancient Desolate Jiang Clan. Just how weak could they be?

"Fine, then Xiaoyao it is." Jun Zhantian nodded, though he suddenly seemed to recall something heavy on his mind and let out a slight sigh.

Seeing this reaction, Jun Xiaoyao's eyelids twitched.

Only now did he realize that his father did not seem to be here.

It wouldn't be one of those tropes where the father is sacrificed to the heavens while the protagonist gains boundless magical power, would it?

"Zhantian, do not worry. Jun Wuhui is the White-Clothed Divine King after all; how could he fall so easily? Besides, once this child grows up in the future, he will not necessarily be unable to go and find the father who cares for him," an old woman at the side consoled.

"That's true, haha, I still have my precious grandson!" Jun Zhantian recovered his smile.

Jun Xiaoyao blinked his eyes, secretly noting down his father's title.

The White-Clothed Divine King Jun Wuhui.

Judging by that name, his father seemed to have quite an imposing aura...

"The news that Xiaoyao possesses the Great Accomplishment Ancient Desolate Sacred Physique, if spread, is bound to cause tremors throughout the Immortal Domain. You must know that there are quite a few factions operating in the shadows who wish to harm our Jun Family," an elder said with deep meaning.

"You mean to use methods to conceal the sacred physique fluctuations around Xiaoyao?" Jun Zhantian said.

The remaining elders also nodded slightly.

A tree standing tall in the forest will be battered by the wind.

Jun Xiaoyao could now be considered the supreme treasure of the Jun Family; not a single mistake could be allowed to happen.

"When did the descendants of my Jun Family ever learn to cover and conceal things? Can we not even protect a single sacred physique?"

At that moment, a cold hum suddenly exploded from the firmament.

The entire Jun Family was alarmed, and countless gazes turned toward the upper reaches of the Heavenly Emperor Palace.

"That fluctuation..."

"Such a powerful aura! It's the ancestors slumbering in the ancestral hall, crawling out of their coffins!"

"Hiss... Even the ancestors have been alarmed?" Sounds of countless Jun family members drawing in cold breaths came from all directions.

Those were ancestral-grade figures of the Jun Family. Many Jun family members never even had the fortune to catch a glimpse of an ancestor in their entire lives.

Yet the moment Jun Xiaoyao was born, he actually startled an ancestor, leaving many people's hearts shaken and filled with envy.

Inside the Heavenly Emperor Palace, Jun Zhantian and the other elders heard this voice and, wearing looks of shock, hurriedly walked out of the palace.

Above the Heavenly Emperor Palace, the void split open, revealing a huge spatial rift.

A somewhat lean, gray-robed figure appeared.

It was an old man in gray robes, his head and body still stained with dust, as if he had just climbed out of the earth.

Yet within his shriveled body, a world-shaking power seemed to be contained!

It was as if the heavens and all realms were being trampled beneath his feet!

"It's the Eighteenth Ancestor! Greetings, Eighteenth Ancestor!"

Jun Zhantian and the others hurriedly bowed.

This gray-robed old man was a genuine ancestral-grade figure of the Jun Family, buried within the ancestral hall for countless years.

Only when the Jun Family experienced massive turmoil or reached the brink of life and death would he awaken.

Jun Zhantian and the others never imagined that Jun Xiaoyao's birth would actually draw the attention of the ancestor.

Eighteenth Ancestor shifted his figure, as if teleporting, and appeared before Jun Zhantian to take Jun Xiaoyao into his arms.

His gaze, profound as the sun and moon, looked at Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao blinked his eyes, neither crying nor making a fuss, instead carrying a trace of curiosity.

Is this my Jun Family ancestor? Such a powerful aura, even stronger than Grandfather's aura, Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

Eighteenth Ancestor could not help bursting into hearty laughter. "Good... good, my Jun Family has produced another true dragon, and you bunch of fools actually wanted to cover up this child's radiance."

"Eighteenth Ancestor, I was only afraid that someone might act against my grandson in the future..." Jun Zhantian said, hardening his scalp.

Although this group of clan elders held lofty positions, before Eighteenth Ancestor they could only be considered juniors.

"Hmph, let's see who dares! If those dying old ghosts dare to lower their faces and make a move against Xiaoyao, this old man won't mind starting an Immortal War and turning things upside down to make blood flow for hundreds of millions of miles!"

Eighteenth Ancestor's attitude was boundlessly domineering.

Jun Zhantian and the others all secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

An Immortal War was a great war initiated by immortal orthodoxies of that caliber: desolately ancient aristocratic families, supreme imperial dynasties, and the Primordial Imperial Clan.

A single battle could turn the Immortal Domain upside down and make hundreds of millions of living beings choke on blood.

The Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain had not seen an Immortal War ignited for a very long time.

"This old man announces that from now on this child is my Jun Family Divine Son, with all cultivation resources tilted toward him. Even if we have to forcefully pile them up, we must pile out a Mature Sacred Body!" Eighteenth Ancestor ordered.

Jun Zhantian and the other clan elders naturally nodded in agreement.

A Desolate Ancient Sacred Body that naturally shattered shackles—only a fool would fail to nurture it.

"Moreover, grant this child the qualification of the Zero Sequence..." Eighteenth Ancestor continued.

"What?" All the clan elders were shocked.

If it were merely granting the identity of Divine Son, that would be one thing, since it was after all only a symbol of status and position.

But a sequence was entirely different.

A Jun Family sequence held the qualification to contend for the position of family head.

The younger generation of the Jun Family numbered a full tens of thousands of people.

Yet those who obtained a sequence identity numbered only ten.

In other words, only these ten people possessed the qualification to contend for the position of family head.

Any single one of these ten, if brought out, could amaze an entire era and stood as the ten most outstanding supreme talents of the Jun Family.

Yet above the ten sequences, there existed an even greater Zero Sequence.

Zero represented having nothing, and also represented infinite possibilities!

Its status was even above the First Sequence!

The previous generation's Zero Sequence was precisely Jun Xiaoyao's father, White-Clothed Divine King Jun Wuhui!

"Eighteenth Ancestor, wouldn't this be somewhat inappropriate? It will make the other sequences feel discontent..." An old woman probed tentatively.

Every single sequence had undergone countless trials before attaining this identity.

To bestow the Zero Sequence upon Jun Xiaoyao the moment he was born—what would that make the other sequences think in their hearts?

"If they are discontent, let them go and contend for it themselves in the future. They can talk after winning against this child," Eighteenth Ancestor said, flicking his sleeve.

Hearing his tone, he was clearly extremely confident in Jun Xiaoyao.

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao let out a silent sigh.

Grandfather placed high hopes on him, the ancestor looked at him in a different light, and there were also the secrets of his own father, along with those hidden troubles of the Jun Family.

It seemed he really could not afford to be a salted fish lying flat.

Invincible talent, invincible background, system assistance. With such a perfect opening, if I still cannot suppress an era, I can only say I am too trashy... Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.