Chapter 3: The Powerful Kidney Divine Treasury, Sign-In Site of the Ancient Stele

In the blink of an eye, three years passed.

News about Jun Xiaoyao continued to circulate throughout the Jun Clan.

Everyone knew that upon his birth, Jun Xiaoyao had startled the Eighteen Ancestors, who personally granted him the title of Divine Son.

As for his Zero Sequence identity, under Jun Zhantian’s deliberate restrictions, it had not leaked out.

Jun Zhantian planned to announce Jun Xiaoyao’s Zero Sequence identity during his tenth birthday banquet, inviting major immortal factions across the Huangtian Immortal Realm.

It would serve to establish Jun Xiaoyao’s reputation.

Moreover, this would give Jun Xiaoyao a decade of peace to grow.

But if other Jun Clan sequences were dissatisfied later, Jun Xiaoyao would have to resolve it himself.

Jun Xiaoyao didn’t mind at all.

He had confidence in his own talent.

Ten years was more than enough.

“Xiaoyao, after the five realms of the Physical Body stage come the five realms of the Divine Treasury: the Heart Divine Treasury, Liver Divine Treasury, Spleen Divine Treasury, Lung Divine Treasury, and Kidney Divine Treasury, corresponding to Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth.”

“Once the five Divine Treasury realms are fully perfected, you can gather a Spiritual Sea, condense a Divine Palace, and transform into a True Spirit.”

In a hall within the Heavenly Emperor Palace, Jun Zhantian was explaining cultivation to Jun Xiaoyao.

Over these three years, Jun Xiaoyao had been consolidating his realm.

Every day, various holy herbs and divine pills were laid before Jun Xiaoyao like cabbage.

Cultivating the Primal Ancient Holy Body consumed the most resources.

But the Jun Clan, being a Primal Ancient clan, could easily afford Jun Xiaoyao’s resource consumption.

After three years of accumulation, Jun Xiaoyao felt he could break into the next realm at any moment.

“Grandpa, how long does it usually take to break through the five Divine Treasury realms?” Jun Xiaoyao asked.

Jun Zhantian pondered: “Typical prodigies take about five years; supreme prodigies may still need two or three. You’re the Primal Ancient Holy Body—your physical body is peerless. Perhaps one or two years will suffice.”

“One or two years?” Jun Xiaoyao mused inwardly.

After being shown the cultivation path, Jun Xiaoyao settled his mind and began cultivating.

He cultivated the Jun Clan’s Supreme Scripture: the Tai Xuan Scripture.

This Tai Xuan Scripture could carry one all the way to the Supreme Realm, one of the Jun Clan’s most elite scriptures.

But if Jun Xiaoyao wanted it, any resource or scripture could be obtained.

Boom… boom… boom…

Inside Jun Xiaoyao’s body, divine thunder roared, golden blood qi flooding every inch of his flesh.

The three years of accumulation erupted at this moment.

If one could peer inward, one would see Jun Xiaoyao’s heart glowing brilliantly, as if about to open a gateway.

“This… no way…” Jun Zhantian beside him was stunned.

He had just finished explaining—was his grandson about to break through already?

Even novels wouldn’t write this!

Yet, just as Jun Zhantian was in shock—

Inside Jun Xiaoyao’s heart, a gateway seemed to shatter open.

Boom!

Jun Xiaoyao felt his body strengthen tenfold, boundless golden blood qi surging violently, his power instantly exploding by ten times.

“So this is the Heart Divine Treasury? Seems not so difficult.” Jun Xiaoyao frowned.

He didn’t find it nearly as hard as Jun Zhantian had described.

Since he had broken through smoothly, Jun Xiaoyao didn’t hesitate—he immediately turned to shatter the next Divine Treasury gateway.

Half an hour later.

Boom!

The Liver Divine Treasury shattered again, blood qi trembling.

Soon after, the Spleen Divine Treasury opened as well!

Then came the Lung Divine Treasury.

Finally, as the day neared its end, Jun Xiaoyao trembled violently—the Kidney Divine Treasury finally shattered open!

In the instant the five internal Divine Treasuries opened, Jun Xiaoyao felt as if he had become a battle god, capable of suppressing all ten directions of the cosmos.

Jun Zhantian, the old patriarch, stood frozen in place, muttering dazedly:

“Damn it, when I broke through the five Divine Treasury realms, it took me two years—this grandson of mine did it in a single day…”

Comparing oneself to others kills a man.

Jun Zhantian felt like a waste beside his grandson.

No—he was a complete waste.

Aside from being older and having higher cultivation, he was inferior to Jun Xiaoyao in every way.

“Grandpa, I feel something’s off.” Jun Xiaoyao suddenly frowned.

“What? Is something wrong?” Jun Zhantian snapped back to attention, tense.

Jun Xiaoyao was the Jun Clan’s treasure—if anything happened to him, the Eighteen Ancestors would flay Jun Zhantian alive.

“Why do I feel the Kidney Divine Treasury’s power is far stronger than the other four?” Jun Xiaoyao asked.

It wasn’t that the other four were weak—rather, the Kidney Divine Treasury was absurdly powerful.

Jun Zhantian hurried forward to examine him, then sighed in relief, his gaze complex with envy.

“Grandpa, am I alright?” Jun Xiaoyao asked.

“Of course you’re fine. Xiaoyao, you must ensure our branch of the family thrives—when you turn ten, I’ll ask Jiang Rou to betroth her family’s jewel to you.” Jun Zhantian said.

“This…” Jun Xiaoyao blinked, then suddenly understood.

So the Primal Ancient Holy Body also enhanced one’s… reproductive vitality.

But Jun Xiaoyao wasn’t some lust-driven fool—no matter how strong his kidneys, he wouldn’t act recklessly.

As for arranged marriages, he wouldn’t just fall for any Jiang Clan’s precious daughter.

“By the way, Grandpa, do you know what the Taiyue Ancient Stele is?” Jun Xiaoyao changed the subject.

Over these three years, Jun Xiaoyao had been in deep cultivation and hadn’t signed in yet.

Now that his cultivation had broken through again, it was time to visit the sign-in site and claim his reward.

“The Taiyue Ancient Stele was originally a stone monument standing in the Huangtian Immortal Realm, used to test physical strength. Later, our Jun Clan dug it up and brought it back, placing it in the Combat Arena for younger disciples to test their physical prowess.” Jun Zhantian said.

“So that’s how it is…” Jun Xiaoyao felt a bit embarrassed.

The Jun Clan was truly ruthless—they just dug up the Taiyue Ancient Stele outright.

But this was fine—it saved Jun Xiaoyao the trouble of searching for it.

“Grandpa, I want to try the Taiyue Ancient Stele.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

“This…” Jun Zhantian hesitated.

Young disciples who visited the Jun Clan’s Combat Arena were usually over ten years old.

Jun Xiaoyao was only three—even as a rare Primal Ancient Holy Body, he might still lose to older prodigies in a test.

“Grandpa, don’t worry—I’m just going to try. Even if I fail, it’s no big deal.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

He only wanted to sign in and claim his reward.

“Alright then.” Jun Zhantian nodded slightly.

A child should face some setbacks—it’s good for them.

Otherwise, such extraordinary talent might breed arrogance.

“I’ll follow behind him—when he fails, I can comfort him…” Jun Zhantian thought silently.

“Three years—I can finally leave the Heavenly Emperor Palace!”

Jun Xiaoyao stepped out of the Heavenly Emperor Palace.

Though only three years old, due to his Primal Ancient Holy Body, he looked like a boy of five or six.

His jet-black hair shimmered, each strand glowing, his skin translucent as jade.

His features, as if carved by heaven itself, were naturally exquisite.

Even at such a young age, he bore an ethereal, immortal beauty, like a young celestial exile.

It was unimaginable how magnificent and graceful he would become when he grew up.

“What reward will I get from signing in at the Taiyue Ancient Stele?” Jun Xiaoyao wondered curiously.