"Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have obtained a Six-Star Reward: [Shin-Zo Chinpaku-Ki] (Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force)!"
The mechanical voice of the System had barely faded before a torrent of ancient sutras and profound incantations flooded Haruto's mind. This technique was a masterpiece of body refinement: it used Ki to guide the spirit, and the spirit to form an image. According to the scrolls now etched in his soul, the human body contained 100,000 microscopic particles. Through this art, each particle could be awakened into a Giant Elephant, then a Dragon Elephant, a Primordial Elephant, and finally, a Divine Elephant.
'A single punch to split mountains, shatter seas, and overturn the sun and moon,' Haruto mused, his internal gaze fixed on the 100,000 dormant embryos within his cells. 'A six-star reward is already this formidable? It is the perfect companion for my Kongo-Seitai.'
The Meditation of the Divine Son
Without a word, the three-year-old Haruto sat cross-legged in a perfect zazen posture at the base of the Taiyue Ancient Stele. The surrounding Ryuzaki disciples exchanged bewildered glances.
"What is the Divine Son doing?" one whispered. "I thought he came here to test his physical strength."
"He just sat down," another noted, confused by the boy's baffling behavior.
Only Ryuzaki Linglong remained silent, her Seven-Aperture Heart fluttering with a strange, prophetic excitement. 'He isn't just sitting,' she realized, her eyes tracking the faint golden ripples of Ki emanating from his small frame. 'He is comprehending something... something ancient.'
Nearby, Lan Qingya watched with a skeptical smirk. Backed by the prestige of the Tenth Sequence, Ryuzaki Zhangjian, she felt little awe for the toddler. 'Lord Zhangjian set a record of five million jin on this stele,' she thought dismissively. 'This child will be lucky to hit one hundred thousand.'
Awakening the Thousand Elephants
Inside his body, Haruto mobilized the golden blood of the Kongo-Seitai. The Sacred Body was the ultimate furnace for such a technique.
Rumble!
A single particle within his arm suddenly fractured like a cosmic egg. A spectral Giant Elephant roared toward the heavens, its phantom trunk lashing out at the stars.
'Ten thousand jin of force in a single micro-particle!' Haruto's eyes snapped open, glowing with a golden fire.
He didn't stop at one. Within the silence of his meditation, the sound of popping echoed like firecrackers as more particles awakened. Suddenly, a massive golden phantom of a divine elephant manifested behind him, its legs treading upon the universe and its trunk grasping at the moon.
"What is that Ki?!" the disciples shouted, falling back from the overwhelming pressure. "I've never seen such a technique in the clan archives!"
Breakthrough: The Spirit Sea Realm
As the 1,000th particle awakened, the accumulation of energy reached a breaking point. Haruto's cultivation level, which had reached the Great Perfection of the Divine Treasury only hours ago, shattered its limits once more.
From his navel, a Golden Spirit Sea erupted—a vast, surging ocean of pure spiritual energy that turned the atmosphere of the arena upside down.
'I have reached the Spirit Sea Realm,' Haruto realized, his aura expanding until it felt as though a young War God stood before the monolith. In the Yamato Empire, mastering the Spirit Sea at age three was a feat that would make the legends of old seem like bedtime stories.
Even Kenshin, watching from the void, felt his own "Dao Heart" tremble in shock. "A three-year-old Spirit Sea master..." he murmured, his jaw nearly dropping. "My grandson is a freak among freaks."
Shattering the Record
Haruto stood up, his small form now carrying the weight of ten million jin—exactly double the record set by the Tenth Sequence, Ryuzaki Zhangjian.
He looked at the Taiyue Ancient Stele, his fist tightening as the golden phantom of the elephant coiled around his arm.
"The Divine Son is going to strike!" the crowd roared.
Lan Qingya bit her lip until it bled. 'No... Lord Zhangjian's record cannot be broken by a three-year-old!'
Haruto ignored the noise. He had a reward to collect and a legend to cement. With the power of a thousand elephants behind him, he threw a simple, direct punch toward the stone.