Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
News of Jun Xiaoyao still spread throughout the Jun Clan. Everyone knew that he'd stirred the Eighteenth Ancestor the moment he was born, who personally bestowed the title of Divine Son upon him.
As for the Sequence Zero status? Under Jun Zhantian's deliberate restriction, that information hadn't leaked.
He planned to invite all major immortal forces of the Desolate Immortal Domain to Jun Xiaoyao's tenth birthday banquet, then announce the Sequence Zero title—both to build Xiaoyao's reputation and to give him ten years of peaceful growth.
If other Jun Clan Sequences resented it then, Xiaoyao would just have to settle it himself.
Jun Xiaoyao didn't mind. He trusted his talent; ten years was more than enough.
"Xiaoyao, after the five realms of the Body Refinement Stage come the five realms of the Divine Treasury Stage: Heart Treasury, Liver Treasury, Spleen Treasury, Lung Treasury, and Kidney Treasury—corresponding to metal, wood, water, fire, and earth."
"Once you master all five Divine Treasuries, you can form a Spirit Sea, condense a God Palace, and manifest a True Spirit."
In a hall of the Heavenly Emperor Palace, Jun Zhantian was explaining cultivation to Jun Xiaoyao.
For three years, Xiaoyao had focused on solidifying his realm. Sacred medicines and divine pills were laid out before him like cabbages every day.
Cultivating the Desolate Ancient Saint Physique devoured resources—but the Jun Clan, as an ancient aristocratic family, could afford it.
After three years of accumulation, Xiaoyao felt he could break through to the next realm at any time.
"Grandpa, how long does it usually take to break through the five Divine Treasuries?" Xiaoyao asked.
Jun Zhantian mused: "Ordinary prodigies take about five years; peerless ones might take two or three. You're a Desolate Ancient Saint Physique—your body is unparalleled. Maybe one or two years."
"One or two years?" Xiaoyao thought to himself.
With the path clear, Xiaoyao settled down to cultivate.
He practiced the Jun Clan's supreme technique, the Tai Xuan Scripture—a top-tier method that could carry one all the way to the Supreme Realm.
But if Xiaoyao wanted any resource or technique, he could get it.
Boom!
Thunder rumbled inside Xiaoyao's body; golden vital energy flooded every inch of him. The three years of accumulation erupted at once.
If he looked inward, he'd see his heart glowing brightly, as if a door was about to open.
"Wait… is this possible?" Jun Zhantian gaped.
He'd just finished explaining—was his grandson already breaking through? Even novels wouldn't dare write this!
Yet as Zhantian stared in shock, a door in Xiaoyao's heart shattered with a crack!
Boom!
Xiaoyao felt his body strengthen several times over; endless golden energy surged, and his power multiplied tenfold.
"Is that all it takes to open the Heart Treasury?" he wondered. It wasn't as hard as Zhantian said.
Since the breakthrough went smoothly, Xiaoyao didn't hesitate—he immediately charged the next Divine Treasury door.
Half an hour later. Boom!
The Liver Treasury shattered, shaking his vital energy. Soon after, the Spleen Treasury opened. Then the Lung Treasury.
Finally, as the day drew to a close, Xiaoyao's body trembled—the Kidney Treasury had been blasted open!
The moment all five Divine Treasuries opened, Xiaoyao felt like he'd become a war god, capable of suppressing the entire universe.
Jun Zhantian stood frozen, muttering dazedly:
"Dammit… I took two years to break through the five Divine Treasuries. This kid did it in a day."
Comparisons are infuriating.
Zhan Tian felt like a loser next to his grandson—no, he was a loser. Apart from being older and stronger, he couldn't compare to Xiaoyao in anything.
"Grandpa, something feels off," Xiaoyao frowned.
"What's wrong? Did something go wrong?" Zhantian snapped back to reality, panicking.
Xiaoyao was the Jun Clan's treasure; if anything happened, the Eighteenth Ancestor would skin him alive.
"Why does the Kidney Treasury feel way stronger than the others?" Xiaoyao asked.
It wasn't that the other four were weak—just that the Kidney Treasury was excessively powerful.
Zhan Tian hurried to check, then sighed in relief, his gaze a mix of complexity and envy.
"Am I okay, Grandpa?" Xiaoyao asked.
"Of course you are!" Zhan Tian said. "Xiaoyao, you need to have lots of heirs for my branch. For your tenth birthday, I'll ask Jiang Rou to betroth the Jiang Clan's treasure to you."
"This…" Xiaoyao froze, then realized.
So the Desolate Ancient Saint Physique even boosted that area?
But Xiaoyao wasn't ruled by lust—even a strong kidney didn't mean he'd act recklessly. And he wouldn't just accept an arranged marriage to the Jiang Clan's "treasure."
"By the way, Grandpa, do you know what the Taiyue Ancient Stele is?" Xiaoyao changed the subject.
He'd focused on cultivation for three years and hadn't signed in yet. Now that he'd broken through, it was time to go to the sign-in location and claim his reward.
"The Taiyue Ancient Stele was originally a stone monument in the Desolate Immortal Domain for testing physical strength," Zhantian explained. "We dug it up and put it in the Combat Arena for our younger disciples to use."
"Is that so…" Xiaoyao sweatdropped.
The Jun Clan really was domineering—they just dug up the stele and took it.
But this worked out; he didn't have to go searching for it.
"Grandpa, I want to try the Taiyue Ancient Stele," Xiaoyao said.
"This…" Zhantian hesitated.
Young disciples who went to the Combat Arena were usually over ten. Xiaoyao was only three—even with the Saint Physique, he might still lose to older prodigies.
"Grandpa, don't worry. I'm just trying it out. It's fine if I fail," Xiaoyao said.
He just wanted to sign in and get a reward.
"Alright then." Zhantian nodded. A little setback would be good for the kid—keep him from getting arrogant with his talent.
"I'll follow him. If he fails, I can comfort him…" Zhantian thought to himself.
"After three years, I can finally leave the Heavenly Emperor Palace!" Xiaoyao stepped outside.
Though only three, his Desolate Ancient Saint Physique made him look like a five or six-year-old boy. His black hair glistened, his skin was as clear as jade, and his features were perfectly carved—like a young immortal.
No one could imagine how handsome and otherworldly he'd be when he grew up.
"What reward will I get for signing in at the Taiyue Ancient Stele?" Xiaoyao wondered.