Two days later, deep within the quiet expanse of the Immortal Mansion, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged beneath a glowing spiritual formation. His breathing was steady, his mind calm — each exhale rippled faint golden light through the air.
Then, suddenly, he sensed movement outside the mansion.
With a thought, the door opened.
Outside stood Jiang Yue, nervously peeking toward the courtyard. She looked as if she had been hesitating for quite some time.
"What are you doing out here?"
Jiang Wang's voice came from behind her — quiet, yet carrying an inexplicable weight.
Startled, Jiang Yue nearly jumped out of her skin. She spun around, bowing quickly.
"S–Son of God— Brother Wang! Today… the great sects and noble clans of the Immortal Realm have all come to visit the Jiang family. The Patriarch sent me to summon you."
Jiang Wang studied her for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Understood. Lead the way."
The two walked together toward the Jiang family's main hall. Jiang Yue followed half a step behind, her heart filled with awe.
It had only been a few days since she last saw him — yet his aura now felt vast and immeasurable, as if she were walking behind a divine mountain that could crush the heavens.
Just then, Jiang Wang asked casually, "Has anyone withheld your cultivation resources lately?"
Jiang Yue blinked, startled. "No… no one, Brother Wang."
He nodded. "Good. And after merging the Supreme Immortal Bone, have you felt any rejection or instability?"
"None," she said honestly.
"As expected," Jiang Wang murmured. "You possess a Flame Spirit Body — it harmonizes perfectly with the Immortal Bone. But remember, possessing a sacred bone doesn't make one strong. You'll need to cultivate diligently to awaken its true power."
He paused, then added,
"After all, transplanted bones are different from innate ones. They're powerful, yes — but not flawless."
Jiang Yue bowed her head in understanding, her heart swelling with gratitude.
They soon arrived at the gates of the Jiang family's main hall — and the sight before them was magnificent beyond measure.
Above the clouds, cranes soared in flocks. Dragons drew phoenix chariots through the sky. The air shimmered with divine light as the saints and geniuses of every holy land gathered in resplendent robes, their bodies glowing with spiritual radiance.
Each one of them was powerful enough to suppress an era — proud, radiant, and awe-inspiring. Yet, at that moment, every gaze turned toward a single figure.
Jiang Wang.
As he stepped forward, heaven and earth resonated.
Golden light poured down from the sky like a river of divine grace, paving the way before him.
Ancient runes stirred in the air, and the aura of countless immortals seemed to bow in recognition.
This was the Changsheng Jiang Family — and the honor due to its divine son.
Among the gathered crowd, Li Qingxuan and Ye Fan stood silently. Both gazed at Jiang Wang, though their hearts could not have been more different.
Li Qingxuan's eyes trembled slightly. Ye Fan's narrowed with envy.
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From the highest seat, the patriarch Jiang Xundao finally spoke, his voice echoing like rolling thunder.
"You have all come from afar to celebrate my son, Jiang Wang, who has stirred the heavens and awakened a celestial vision. The Jiang family is honored by your presence!"
The crowd erupted in murmurs.
"Jiang Wang? The same Jiang Wang from the Jiang clan?"
"So it was him who triggered the heavenly phenomenon? I thought it was a new prodigy… incredible!"
"With talent like that, he may rival the Divine Realm's greatest geniuses!"
The younger cultivators were filled with awe and envy.
But among the older generation, expressions turned solemn.
"Did you hear the Patriarch's voice just now? That resonance carried traces of law…"
"Could Jiang Xundao be on the verge of breaking through — stepping into the Realm of Laws?"
Their gazes turned toward the patriarch, but Jiang Xundao had already withdrawn his aura, calm as a dormant volcano.
Then — the deep toll of a bell.
From beyond the clouds, a jade-like foot descended gracefully from a golden chariot. A woman in snow-white robes stepped out, her beauty like a flawless moon, her presence ethereal. Each step she took bloomed a lotus of white light.
"The Holy Maiden of Fuyao!" someone gasped. "Born with the Jade Bone Physique — her talent is terrifying!"
As she entered the hall, countless gazes followed in reverence.
Jiang Wang's eyes, however, remained calm. One glance was enough for him to see the truth —
Her jade bones carry flaws. Her foundation is unstable.
He shook his head slightly.
Moments later, another divine carriage descended. A woman with skin like snow and hair as dark as ink stepped out, lotus blossoms blooming beneath her every step.
"The Holy Maiden of Kunlun!" The crowd erupted again. "Even she's come!"
Her gaze met the Fuyao Saint's from across the hall — sparks of rivalry flashing silently between them.
"It's said the two Holy Lands despise each other," a disciple whispered. "Looks like the rumors were true…"
Before the murmurs faded, a piercing clang cut through the air. A flying sword tore open the void, its edge gleaming like lightning. A slender figure emerged upon its blade, black hair streaming, eyes cold as frost.
"That's Shen Ruyan!" someone exclaimed. "The chief disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect — born with the Sword Immortal Bone! Has she already comprehended the Sword's True Meaning?"
One after another, divine sons and daughters entered — the Ancient Holy Son, the Fairy of Yaochi, the Healer of the Medicine Sect…
Each one was a name that could shake the immortal world.
Yet as they approached the dais and offered polite words, it became clear — compared to Jiang Wang, they all seemed to dim like stars beside the moon.
Their voices carried respect. Even their pride bent before the aura of the Jiang family's divine son.
Li Qingxuan watched in stunned silence.
Those exalted figures — the same ones she once dreamed of meeting — now stood before Jiang Wang like respectful juniors.
For the first time, doubt stirred in her heart.
Had she truly misunderstood him? Was Jiang Wang really this extraordinary?
"Don't be deceived," Ye Fan's cold voice cut in.
"These people aren't bowing to him — they're bowing to the Jiang family. Without his background, who would give him such face?"
Li Qingxuan hesitated. "Is… that true?"
"Of course," Ye Fan sneered. "Just wait. When someone of equal standing arrives, you'll see his true worth. He's just the so-called Son of God — nothing more."
As his words faded, laughter echoed from outside the hall.
"Hahaha! The Changsheng Jiang family's divine son truly lives up to his reputation!"
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Every head turned.
Jiang Wang's expression darkened. He rose slowly, his eyes cold as the edge of a blade.
From the entrance strode a man in a black robe, tall and elegant, with a mysterious golden sigil glowing between his brows. His mere presence made countless geniuses tremble.
"The Divine Son of the Li Family… Li Kun!"
"The Li Family of Longevity!"
"Second only to the Jiang clan — and their Son of God possesses the Three Spirit Mystic Eyes! He can foresee an opponent's next move — terrifying!"
"It seems the Li Family has come to challenge the Jiang Family's glory…"
Li Kun ignored the murmurs as he stepped into the hall, smiling faintly.
"A gathering of ten thousand clans — how could such an occasion be complete without the Li family?"
His eyes met Jiang Wang's, his tone dripping with provocation.
"Don't you agree, Jiang Wang?"
Jiang Wang said nothing. His expression remained unreadable.
But at that moment, a mechanical voice echoed quietly in his mind:
> [Ding! The Second Son of Luck has appeared.]
[Target: Li Kun. Do you wish to bind and plunder his luck?]