Chapter 2: Alarming the Eighteen Ancestors, the Son of God's Identity, Sequence Zero!

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

"Ding, check-in location refreshed. Please check in at the Taiyue Ancient Stele!"

"Taiyue Ancient Stele? Where is that?" Jun Xiaoyao wondered.

However, there was no rush. After all, he was just an infant, and he had already checked in a Great Accomplishment Ancient Sacred Body—a perfect start, one could say.

He could find the next check-in location later.

"This check-in gave me the Great Accomplishment Ancient Sacred Body. I wonder what good things I'll get next time?" Jun Xiaoyao felt a sense of anticipation.

Just then, Jun Zhantian slapped his forehead and said, "Right, I haven't named my precious grandson yet. How about Jun Changsheng? It implies he will attain eternal life in the future."

Held in his arms, Jun Xiaoyao was speechless.

The name Jun Changsheng was passable, but he still hoped to use his own name.

"Sigh, that's not appropriate. There are too many people named Changsheng!" some of the clan elders shook their heads.

In this world, everyone sought eternal life, so there were an excessive number of people with that name.

At this moment, a somewhat weak voice suddenly sounded: "How about calling him Xiaoyao? My husband once said that while becoming an immortal is easy, living a life of carefree freedom is difficult. I only hope my child will live a life of 'Xiaoyao' (carefree freedom) in the future."

The beautiful woman lying on the bed with a pale face spoke.

She was Jun Xiaoyao's biological mother, Jiang Rou.

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

Because Jiang Rou's identity was not simple; she was a Goddess of the Jiang family, an Ancient Aristocratic Family.

Although the Jiang family was not as famous as the Jun family, they were still an Ancient Aristocratic Family—how could they be weak?

"Good, then let's call him Xiaoyao." Jun Zhantian nodded, though he sighed slightly as if he had suddenly thought of something troubling.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao's eyelids twitched.

He realized that his father did not seem to be here.

It wouldn't be one of those "father sacrificed to the heavens, magical powers boundless" tropes, would it?

"Zhantian, do not worry. Jun Wuhui is the White-Clothed God King; how could he fall so easily? Besides, when this child grows up, he might be able to go and help his father," an old woman on the side comforted him.

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

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

White-Clothed God King, Jun Wuhui.

Judging by the name, his father seemed to have quite a high status...

"If the news that Xiaoyao has the Great Accomplishment Ancient Sacred Body spreads, it will likely shake the Immortal Domain. You must know, there are many forces in the shadows that wish ill upon our Jun family," one clan elder said with deep meaning.

"You mean to use methods to conceal the Sacred Body's aura on Xiaoyao?" Jun Zhantian asked.

The other clan elders nodded slightly.

The tree that stands above the forest will be destroyed by the wind.

Jun Xiaoyao was now the treasure of the Jun family; not a single mistake could be made.

"Since when did the descendants of my Jun family learn to be so secretive? Can we not even protect a single Sacred Body?"

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly exploded from the firmament.

The entire Jun family was alarmed, and countless gazes were cast toward the sky above the Heavenly Emperor Palace.

"That fluctuation..."

"Such a powerful aura! It's the ancestor sleeping in the ancestral hall—he's crawled out of his coffin!"

"Hiss... even the ancestor has been disturbed?" Sounds of countless Jun family members gasping in shock came from all directions.

That was an ancestor-level figure of the Jun family; many family members would never have the chance to see an ancestor in their entire lives.

Yet, the moment Jun Xiaoyao was born, he had disturbed an ancestor, leaving many in shock and filled with envy.

Inside the Heavenly Emperor Palace, Jun Zhantian and the other elders heard the voice and, with expressions of shock, hurried out.

Above the Heavenly Emperor Palace, a massive crack appeared in the void.

A somewhat thin, gray-robed figure emerged.

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

But within his withered body, there seemed to be a power that could shake the world!

It was as if the heavens and myriad worlds 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 true ancestor-level figure of the Jun family, buried in the ancestral hall for countless years.

He would only awaken when the Jun family faced a massive crisis or a moment of life and death.

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

The Eighteenth Ancestor flickered, appearing before Jun Zhantian as if teleporting, and took Jun Xiaoyao into his arms.

His eyes, deep as the sun and moon, looked at Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao blinked, neither crying nor making a fuss, but instead looking on with a hint of curiosity.

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

The Eighteenth Ancestor couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Good... good! My Jun family has produced another true dragon. You foolish things, you actually wanted to hide this child's brilliance."

"Eighteenth Ancestor, I was just afraid that someone might harm my grandson in the future..." Jun Zhantian said, biting the bullet.

Although this group of clan elders held high status, in front of the Eighteenth Ancestor, they were merely juniors.

"Hmph, let's see who dares. If those old fogies dare to lower themselves to strike at Xiaoyao, I don't mind starting an Immortal War, killing until the world is turned upside down and blood flows for hundreds of millions of miles!"

The Eighteenth Ancestor's attitude was infinitely domineering.

Jun Zhantian and the others secretly swallowed their saliva.

An Immortal War was a massive conflict initiated by immortal lineages of the level of Ancient Aristocratic Families, Supreme Imperial Dynasties, and Primordial Royal Clans.

A single battle could turn the Immortal Domain upside down and cause hundreds of millions of lives to bleed.

The Huangtian Immortal Domain had not seen an Immortal War for a very long time.

"I declare that from now on, this child is the Divine Child of our Jun family. All cultivation resources are to be tilted toward him. Even if we have to force it, we will pile up a Great Accomplishment Sacred Body!" the Eighteenth Ancestor ordered.

Jun Zhantian and the other elders naturally nodded in agreement.

An Ancient Sacred Body that naturally breaks its shackles—only a fool wouldn't cultivate it.

"Furthermore, grant this child the status of the Zero Sequence..." the Eighteenth Ancestor continued.

"What?" The clan elders were shocked.

If it were just the status of Divine Child, that would be fine; it was merely a symbol of status and position.

But the Sequence was different.

The Jun family's Sequences were qualified to compete for the position of Patriarch.

The younger generation of the Jun family numbered in the tens of thousands.

Yet, only ten people held the status of Sequence.

In other words, only these ten were qualified to vie for the Patriarch's seat.

Each of these ten, if sent out, could stun an entire era; they were the ten most outstanding geniuses of the Jun family.

And above the ten Sequences, there was the Zero Sequence.

Zero represented having nothing, but it also represented infinite possibilities!

Its status was even higher than the First Sequence!

The previous generation's Zero Sequence was none other than Jun Xiaoyao's father, the White-Clothed God King, Jun Wuhui!

"Eighteenth Ancestor, isn't this a bit inappropriate? It will cause dissatisfaction among the other Sequences..." an old woman probed.

Every Sequence had undergone countless trials to earn their status.

Granting Jun Xiaoyao the Zero Sequence the moment he was born—what would the other Sequences think?

"If they are dissatisfied, let them compete for it themselves in the future. Let them see if they can beat this child first," the Eighteenth Ancestor said, flicking his sleeve.

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

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao sighed silently.

His grandfather had high hopes for him, the ancestor held him in high regard, plus the mystery of his father and the hidden dangers within the Jun family.

It seemed he really couldn't just be a salted fish.

"Invincible talent, invincible background, system assistance—with such a perfect start, if I still can't suppress an era, then I can only say I'm too trash..." Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.