4: The prophesied Son of God? He said nothing, and the entire audience bowed in awe!

Dragon Nest Trial Tower.

This giant tower, built entirely of obsidian and superalloy, is the heart of the entire Long Family Manor, and a Holy Land in the hearts of all young Long Family disciples. Outside the tower is a magnificent hall large enough to accommodate thousands of people—the Combat Power Testing Hall.

Above the hall's dome, energy crystals emitting a soft glow are embedded, illuminating the entire space as bright as day. The floor is paved with whole pieces of lapis lazuli, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the Dragon-shaped reliefs carved on the surrounding walls. The air is filled with a faint energy aura, and the youthful scent of sweat and passion from the young men and women.

At this moment, in the center of the hall, dozens of young Long Family disciples held their breath, focusing their gaze on the black instrument in the very center, which was as ferocious as a prehistoric beast.

That was the tyrant v model combat power tester, which the Long Family had invested heavily to acquire. Its testing limit could withstand the full blow of a Martial King Rank.

In front of the instrument, a young girl in a snow-white training suit was slowly adjusting her breathing. She was about ten years old, with a posture as straight as a pine, exquisite features, and a pair of Phoenix eyes that sparkled with a resilience and calmness far beyond her peers.

She was one of the leading figures among the young disciples of the Long Family in this generation, a Genius girl known as the “Frost Phoenix,” and the owner of an A-Rank Talent—Long Ling'er.

The surrounding discussions were very low, but clearly audible to everyone.

"It's Sister Ling'er! She's testing again!"

"Last month her record was 4500 kilograms. I wonder if she can Breakthrough the 5000-kilogram mark this time! That's an important watershed!"

"She definitely can! Among our generation, besides those few heirs, who can compare to Sister Ling'er's Cultivation speed?"

Under everyone's gaze, Long Ling'er slowly closed her eyes, shutting out all external noise. Her mind sank into her body, feeling her Qi and blood surging like a river. What appeared in her mind was the eager anticipation of the Family Elders, the unwilling gazes of her peers, and even more so, that name, shining like a god, hanging high above all Geniuses—the number three heir, Long Ao.

No, I'm not strong enough!

Long Ling'er suddenly opened her eyes, a cold light flashing within them!

"Hah!"

A clear shout, like a Phoenix crying in the Nine Heavens! Her petite body suddenly exerted force, and the lapis lazuli floor beneath her feet seemed to sink slightly, as if pressed by an invisible force. Her waist twisted like a Dragon, and all her strength instantly converged on her right fist, bringing with it a sharp whooshing sound as it slammed heavily onto the thick punching target of the tester!

Bang!

A dull thud, like a clap of thunder, echoed through the hall, making the eardrums of some weaker Cultivators buzz.

On the huge light screen above the instrument, crimson numbers flickered wildly, finally settling on a value that would make most people present feel despair.

[5000KG]

No more, no less, exactly five tons!

"Hiss—"

Gasps of cold air rose and fell.

"She really Broke Through! Five tons of punching power! This... this is already close to the records of some collateral adult Martial Artists!"

"Too terrifying! Is this the true value of an A-Rank Talent? We're still celebrating breaking one ton, while she's already left us far behind."

Exclamations of admiration and envy were endless. However, Long Ling'er looked at the number, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. She calmly withdrew her slightly reddened fist, seemingly not entirely satisfied with this achievement that would astonish others. She knew that this number was still as distant as a chasm from that person's record.

"Hmph, nothing special."

Just then, a sharp and discordant voice, like a needle, pierced the warm atmosphere of the scene.

Everyone looked over to see a gorgeously dressed, exquisitely made-up young girl, surrounded by a group of people, walking gracefully towards them. Her face held undisguised disdain and arrogance. She was Long Xiaoqian, a representative figure of the Long Family faction attached to the “number three heir,” Long Ao.

Long Xiaoqian walked closer, glanced at the numbers on the light screen, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of her mouth. She sneered, "Five tons of punching power, and you're proud of it here? Long Ling'er, I thought you had made great progress, but it turns out you're just treading water."

She deliberately raised her voice, looked around, and boasted in a condescending tone, "You probably don't know yet, do you? My Third Young Master Long Ao, whom I follow, already achieved a record of 20,000 kilograms at the age of ten! A full four times the difference! This is the insurmountable chasm between A-Class and S-Class, between Mortals and Heavenly Gods!"

Twenty thousand kilograms!

This number was like a huge mountain, pressing down on everyone's hearts, instantly dimming the admiration they had just felt for Long Ling'er.

Long Xiaoqian was very satisfied with this effect. She looked down at Long Ling'er and continued to provoke, "What? Not convinced? The fact is, in front of a Prodigy like Third Young Master Long Ao, you so-called 'Geniuses' are just fireflies in a summer night, presuming to compete with the bright moon? Utterly insignificant!"

The surrounding disciples were silent, backing away, not daring to get involved in this clearly factional conflict.

Long Ling'er's face turned cold, and cold intent gathered in her Phoenix eyes.

Under her icy gaze, Long Xiaoqian instinctively flinched, but remembering who stood behind her, her courage returned, and she puffed out her chest, ready to meet Long Ling'er's wrath.

However, Long Ling'er did not fly into a rage as she expected. Instead, she showed a cold smile mixed with pity and disdain.

"Frog in a well!"

Her clear and cold voice rang out, carrying a breadth of vision and perspective beyond her age, which stunned everyone present.

"In your eyes, you only see the current Long Ao, but you don't know who our Long Family is truly waiting for!" Long Ling'er's voice suddenly rose, filled with a fervent belief, "The person we are waiting for is not some heir, but the 'Martial God Emperor' from the Family's ancient prophecy! He is the true future of the Long Family, destined to lead our Family to surpass all past achievements and ascend to the peak of martial Dao on this planet, the one and only True God!"

Martial God Emperor!

These three words seemed to contain some forbidden magic, making all the Long Family disciples present hold their breath. It was an ancient prophecy circulating within the Family's core, a distant, glorious, almost mythical dream in the hearts of all Long Family disciples.

Long Xiaoqian was choked by these words, her face turning pale, then she retorted sharply, "What Martial God Emperor! It's just some vague myth! You, Long Ling'er, can't beat Third Young Master Long Ao, so you use this kind of thing as an excuse, how ridiculous!"

"You..." Long Ling'er was about to retort when the heavy alloy door of the hall suddenly hummed and slowly slid open.

Everyone instinctively turned to look.

They saw Long Zhanye, the chief instructor of the Long Family, a highly respected figure in the Family, slowly walking into the hall, holding a child's hand.

The child looked like a delicate jade carving, with rosy lips and white teeth, as cute as a porcelain doll. But he wore an old-fashioned black martial Dao uniform unsuited for his age, and his black eyes were as deep as the ancient starry sky, without the slightest innocence or curiosity a child should have, only a calm detachment that saw through worldly affairs.

He seemed to possess an invisible, transcendent aura. Although he was just walking calmly, he instantly attracted everyone's attention, as if he was the sole center of this world, and everything else became a backdrop.

The moment she saw that child, Long Ling'er's body trembled violently!

Her S-Class mental Talent, [Future Sight], was uncontrollably and passively activated at this moment, resonating intensely!

In her mental vision, the entire world lost its color, and only that child emitted a dazzling, sun-like golden Luck! She even saw the phantom of a majestic, boundless golden Dragon coiled above the Nine Heavens, slowly overlapping with the child's figure. An emperor's domineering aura, ruling the world and controlling the universe, transcended time and space, rushing towards her, almost suffocating her!

It's him!

It's definitely him!

The Son of God... from the prophecy!

Long Ling'er's heart was stirred by a monstrous wave, her breathing became rapid, and her gaze towards Lin Tian was filled with shock and fanaticism.

While others were still guessing who this child, whom Long Zhanye personally held hands with, could be, the previously arrogant Long Xiaoqian, seeing a five-year-old child steal all the limelight, immediately became displeased and was about to scold him.

"Where did this little..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a steward beside Long Zhanye had already stepped forward, took a deep breath, and announced in a voice imbued with powerful Internal Energy, loud enough to make the entire hall's pillars hum:

"The number zero heir, Young Master Lin Tian, has arrived!"

Number... Zero... Heir?

These five words, like a divine thunder from the Nine Heavens, struck hard at the crown of every person in the hall!

The hall instantly fell into an absolute silence, as if death had descended.

You could hear a pin drop.

All the Long Family disciples' eyes widened, their minds blank. They knew perfectly well what this never-before-heard, yet literally crushing, sequence represented!

Especially Long Xiaoqian, the blood drained from her face in a flash, turning as pale as paper. She recalled her father's stern warnings, remembered the forbidden legend circulating within the Family, and her legs went weak, almost collapsing to the ground. Her gaze towards Lin Tian was filled only with endless fear.

The next second.

Led by Long Ling'er, she was the first to react, bowing deeply and respectfully in Lin Tian's direction, her posture as devout as a believer seeing a god.

Immediately after, all the Long Family disciples present, including Long Xiaoqian, who had just been arrogant but was now pale and trembling like a sieve, all bowed deeply and respectfully towards the five-year-old child.

"Greetings, number zero heir!"

The uniform voices echoed through the hall, filled with heartfelt reverence, awe, and a hint of pilgrimage-like fanaticism.

Facing such a grand scene that would make any peer, or even adult, flustered, Lin Tian didn't even lift an eyelid, as if all of this was only natural and not worth a single glance.

He ignored everyone's bows, and even silently complained in his heart.

"Why isn't anyone jumping out to let me slap their face? This process isn't right, bad review."

He walked directly through the crowd that parted for him, each step seeming to land on everyone's heartbeats. His goal was very clear—the tyrant v model combat power tester that had just recorded 5000KG of punching power.

This was the last check-in mission the System had given him in the Long Family.

Under the gaze of dozens of eyes in the hall, mixed with shock, curiosity, awe, anticipation, and fanaticism, Lin Tian walked expressionlessly to the instrument.

He raised his fair, tender, delicate, and seemingly powerless young hand.

Then, slowly, he reached out towards the cold, metallic-gleaming test screen, capable of withstanding tens of tons of force.

An inch.

A fraction.

A millimeter.

Everyone in the hall held their breath, their hearts in their throats, staring intently at the small hand that was about to touch the screen, anticipating the birth of a legend.

Time, at this moment, seemed to slow down infinitely.

The chapter, at this moment, abruptly ended.