The record of the Tenth Sequence, Ryuzaki Zhangjian, had remained etched on the Taiyue Ancient Stele for years—five million kin of force. While he was not necessarily the strongest of the entire younger generation, as many elite disciples were either training in the wild or in deep seclusion, his record was the benchmark for excellence.
Now, all eyes were fixed on the three-year-old Divine Son.
Haruto was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, the "Child of Kami" whom the ancestors adored. Consequently, every move he made was under the harsh spotlight of the clan. If his performance was mediocre, the disciples—though too terrified to mock him openly—would certainly harbor disappointment in their hearts.
Hidden in the void above the arena, Kenshin clenched his fists inside his sleeves, unusually nervous. 'This is his debut,' the patriarch thought. 'Whether Haruto can establish absolute authority in the clan depends on this single strike.'
Haruto, however, hadn't thought that far ahead. He simply wanted to test the limits of his new body.
He clenched his small fist. It was a simple motion, devoid of flashy techniques or unnecessary shouting. Inside him, the 1,000 Giant Elephant Particles roared to life. A terrifying surge of Ki traveled from his meridians, through the Kidney Treasury, and into his knuckles.
BOOM!
Haruto slammed his fist into the black stone. Behind him, the golden phantom of the Divine Elephant seemed to trumpet and strike in unison.
In an instant, the entire island trembled violently!
A number blazed into existence on the surface of the Stele, glowing with a blinding red light.
10,000,000 Kin!
Hiss...
The sound of sharp intakes of breath filled the arena. The Ryuzaki disciples rubbed their eyes desperately, unable to process the reality before them.
"Ten... ten million?"
"He is three years old! I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes!"
Lan Qingya's beautiful eyes widened until they threatened to tear. Her delicate body trembled, her soul shaken to its core. Although she desperately wanted to deny it, the Taiyue Ancient Stele was a divine artifact—it had never made a mistake in ten thousand years.
Ryuzaki Linglong stood frozen, her suspicion turning into absolute conviction. 'It is him,' she thought, her heart racing. 'The Sovereign who turns his back on all living beings...'
Even Kenshin, hiding in the shadows, looked stunned, his expression almost comical in its disbelief.
However, the matter did not end there.
Crack.
Spiderweb fractures, centered on Haruto's tiny fist, began to spread rapidly across the surface of the monolith.
"This..." Haruto blinked. "I absolutely did not intend to damage public property."
CRASH!
Before everyone's stunned eyes, the Taiyue Ancient Stele—a monument that had stood for eras—shattered inch by inch, finally collapsing into a pile of rubble.
At the moment of its destruction, a voice that seemed to originate from the Age of Myths resounded through the sky, echoing in the minds of every clan member.
"To break the boundaries of history and create the Eternal Realm... The Heavens grant their Reward!"
The voice was majestic, like the whisper of a Great Kami. But the words shocked the elders to their core.
Eternal Realm!
This meant that throughout history—across the Heian, Edo, and Mythical eras—no one at Haruto's age had ever possessed a stronger physical body. Even the ancient Emperors and Supreme Rulers could not match Haruto when they were three years old.
In comparison, Ryuzaki Zhangjian's record of five million kin suddenly seemed pathetic.
"Your Highness has broken the Eternal Limit!" Linglong whispered, her eyes shining with an extraordinary light.
Lan Qingya's face turned pale. Remembering her earlier mockery—that Haruto would only hit 100,000 kin—she felt a wave of shame so intense her face burned red.
"Haha! Grandson, you've really done it now!"
Kenshin materialized from the void, grinning from ear to ear, his face flushed with pride.
Haruto's lips twitched. "Grandpa, I broke the Stele..."
"It's fine! It's just a rock!" Kenshin laughed. " compared to an Eternal Record, who cares about a stone monument?"
At that moment, a ball of chaotic light descended from the heavens, landing softly in Haruto's hand. It was the reward from the Heavenly Will. Haruto probed it with his mind and discovered a jade slip containing a supreme method for refining the soul.
[Chaos Spirit-Grinding Visualization Technique]
'Interesting,' Haruto chuckled internally. 'The System gives me the body of a god, and the Heavens give me the soul of a demon. Who can possibly defeat me now?'
Suddenly, a streak of light swept in from the Ten-no-Kura. A high-ranking elder appeared, shouting with a voice amplified by magic.
"The Eighteenth Ancestor, moved by the breaking of the Eternal Limit, rewards the Divine Son with Three Immortal Divine Elixirs!"
The arena erupted in an uproar. The disciples looked on with intense jealousy. An Immortal Elixir was a legendary treasure; even top-tier powers usually possessed only one or two. To give three to a toddler was unprecedented.
Lan Qingya felt numb. She remembered how her master, the Tenth Sequence, treated a single elixir like his own ancestor. The gap between them and Haruto was simply too vast.
"Please convey my gratitude to the Ancestor," Haruto said calmly, showing no arrogance, only the grace of a born ruler.
He turned to leave, intending to return to his palace to digest these gains.
"Divine Son, please wait!"
Haruto stopped and turned. Ryuzaki Linglong had stepped forward, biting her lip nervously.
She was dressed in a ceremonial palace kimono that accentuated her budding figure. Her golden hair shimmered like sunlight, and her noble elegance was undeniable.
"Who are you?" Haruto asked, puzzled.
"This humble woman is Ryuzaki Linglong," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
Linglong was known as the Takane no Hana—the Flower on a High Peak—always calm and unreachable. But standing before Haruto, she felt utterly ordinary.
"What is it?" Haruto asked indifferently. The girl was beautiful, but Haruto was not the type to lose his composure over a pretty face.
Linglong took a deep breath, bowed deeply in a formal dogeza, and spoke the words that shattered the hearts of every male disciple in the arena.
"Linglong... wishes to become the Retainer of the Divine Son!"
The arena fell into a deathly silence.
In the eyes of the clan disciples, the exquisite noblewoman they admired from afar was now kneeling in the dust, begging to follow a three-year-old boy. It felt as though their goddess had willingly descended from her shrine to become a servant.