In the blink of an eye, five years passed.
Although Li Qingchen's birth had shaken the entire Linlang Immortal Domain, his name faded into quiet legend over the next few years. Outside the family, few still spoke of him; only the strongest forces whispered that the Li family was waiting — hiding its sharp edge until the moment to astonish the world.
Inside the Li clan, however, his fame only grew. He was the first in history to make nine ancestors appear at once. A following even formed around him — the Qingchen Society — composed of disciples who swore to serve the future Divine Child.
"Qingchen," said the Fifth Patriarch one morning, his voice calm and steady. "There are four realms of the physical body: Skin, Bone, Tendon, and Blood. Once these are completed, you reach the Fetal Origin Realm. Beyond that are the True Origin, Divine Ability, Soul Formation, Heavenly King, and Demonic King Realms. You'll learn the rest when you're ready."
He smiled faintly. "For now, lay a solid foundation."
Inside the quiet palace of the Li family's inner world, Li Qingchen listened carefully. For five years, the ancestors had devoted every resource to him — elixirs, sacred minerals, even relics seized from other sects. No one dared to complain; the Li family's power made defiance unthinkable.
Li Qingchen, meanwhile, poured everything into cultivation. The Mysophobia System fed him resources precisely when he needed them, and he advanced with frightening steadiness.
Then, one day —
A sudden surge erupted within him.
A multicoloured divine light burst through the skies.
"This… this is the Five-Coloured Divine Light!" someone gasped. "He's perfected the foundation of his physical body!"
The phenomenon swept across the continent. Everywhere, people turned to stare at the radiance from the Li family's domain.
"Too strong… even Transcendent-level forces would bleed dry to reach that level!"
Once again, Li Qingchen had shaken the world.
Within the family, cheers erupted.
"Divine Child Qingchen is invincible!"
"Master Divine Child is beyond compare!"
The Fifth Patriarch, nearest to the boy, felt his heart pounding. "Even I couldn't match that brilliance," he murmured, trembling slightly.
"Grandpa Wuzu," Li Qingchen said suddenly, "I want to go to the Immortal Domain Fighting Arena."
"Oh? At your age?" The old man's brow lifted.
"I just want to test my strength."
The Fifth Patriarch chuckled. "Very well. Let's see how the world reacts to our Divine Child."
With a single gesture, they crossed worlds.
When Li Qingchen opened his eyes, he stood upon the vast Linlang Continent — the heart of the Immortal Domain, where countless Great Worlds converged.
"This place connects all the major realms," the Fifth Patriarch explained. "Every powerful force has territory here. It's the centre of the immortal world."
Li Qingchen nodded silently.
They soon arrived at Linlang City, where streets swarmed with cultivators, traders, and spies.
"Huh? Isn't that the Fifth Patriarch of the Li family?" someone whispered. "And that boy—who is he?"
Their eyes followed them all the way to the Martial Arena, where the noise and excitement rose like a tide.
"Wait, that kid's going to fight?"
"He's barely five!"
"Even if he's from the Li family, this is madness!"
The Fifth Patriarch ignored the crowd. With a few calm words, the arena's officials hurried to arrange a match.
Li Qingchen stepped onto the stage. The vast crowd erupted in laughter and disbelief.
"Let a child fight? What kind of show is this?"
Then the announcer's voice thundered across the field:
"This, ladies and gentlemen, is a special match. The challenger today—belongs to the ancient Li family!"
The laughter died instantly.
"The Li family…?"
"Silence! Watch properly!"
The crowd's tone shifted at once — awe replacing mockery.
A tall young man entered the ring, Li Qingchen's opponent: Xu Zheng, Ninth Layer of the Fetal Origin Realm. He looked hesitant, afraid to hurt the boy.
Li Qingchen tilted his head. "Come on. Use all your strength, or I'll kill all nine generations of your clan."
His voice was childish — yet unnervingly calm.
Power is not given. It is something you have to take, again and again.
Xu Zheng's heart trembled. He shouted, releasing his full strength.
A thunderous aura surged forward.
Li Qingchen moved — swift as light — and struck. One simple punch.
Boom.
Xu Zheng spat blood, crashing into the barrier at the edge of the arena and collapsing unconscious.
The crowd froze.
A boy still in the Blood Training Realm had just crushed a master of the Fetal Origin Realm with a single blow.
Whispers rippled like waves.
"What kind of monster is this?"
"Blood Training Realm defeating Fetal Origin Ninth Layer? Impossible!"
The Fifth Patriarch smiled faintly. "So this… is the strength of my grandson."
For a long, breathless moment, no one spoke.
Then, somewhere in the stands—
"F**k! Kill me now, I've seen everything!"
"Who told you to actually stab me!?"
"You said you wanted to die for effect!"
"I didn't mean literally!"
The crowd's chaos returned, but Li Qingchen only stood there quietly, his small hands still glowing faintly with power.