The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

Cracking my neck, I shot forward. The arrow was powerful—no doubt about it—but projectiles like these lost much of their menace when they were near your level of power.

What do I mean by that? Picture this: you can punch with the force of a bullet, and then someone fires a bullet at you. When you meet it head-on, the power behind the projectile dissipates quickly in comparison to the sustained force of your punch. It's like clashing two streams of energy—one concentrated and fleeting, the other continuous and enduring. Naturally, the latter wins.

That's the principle at work here.

So, if I went for a direct clash with this arrow, I would win—even if the arrow was technically stronger than me. The mechanics were simple: its power would dissipate against mine. But where was the fun in taking the easy way out?

With a grin tugging at my lips, I landed atop the towering wall surrounding the capital. The stone beneath my feet cracked slightly under the force of my landing. Without hesitation, I crouched, then propelled myself into the air with a final leap, aiming to intercept the arrow.

The projectile roared toward me, faster than most could even perceive. Its aura of destruction was immense, but I wasn't phased. My left hand extended forward, layered with Haki, Ki, and Qi, each energy seamlessly fused together.

The moment of impact was explosive. The arrow slammed into my palm with a force that would have obliterated most opponents.

The arrow's force overwhelmed me the moment it connected with my hand. My left sleeve disintegrated instantly, torn apart by the sheer energy radiating from it.

Before I could react, the arrow's momentum dragged me along with it, and in a flash, I slammed through the city wall. The barrier surrounding the capital didn't even slow it down, shattering as though it was nothing but a thin piece of glass, offering no resistance to the overwhelming power.

My legs slammed into the ground, the force so immense that the earth shattered beneath me. I tried to slow the arrow's momentum, but my efforts only tore the ground apart, leaving a deep trench in my wake. The destruction didn't stop there—building after building crumbled like sandcastles as I shot through them, unable to halt the arrow's furious advance.

Debris flew in every direction, the remnants of walls, rooftops, and furniture scattering like leaves in a storm. The citizens inside those homes didn't even have time to scream or react. To them, it must have been as if the world had suddenly been frozen in place, the sheer speed of the arrow moving faster than their senses could process.

Only the strongest cultivators—those approaching the level 9 Nascent Soul realm—had any hope of following its movements. Even they would struggle to comprehend what had just happened.

"Whoever shot this arrow is impressive," I said with a grin, admiring the craftsmanship and sheer power behind it. If I still had my old Dao, I wouldn't have been vulnerable to this attack. My former Dao rendered me nearly immune to all weapons, and yet this arrow would have posed a serious threat. That fact alone was enough to make me respect the archer.

Turning my attention behind me, I noticed the banquet hall looming closer. Despite my attempts to redirect it, the arrow had stayed true to its original trajectory, unwavering in its aim.

Its target was none other than Sword Deity Yue, who stood in the banquet hall, her focus was entirely on the daunting task of reforming her shattered Dao Heart, her determination palpable even from a distance.

I quickly shifted my focus, my demeanor turning serious. I channeled all my strength into halting the arrow's relentless momentum. It was a battle of wills and power, the sheer force behind the projectile still potent despite the destruction it had caused along the way. Building after building crumbled as the arrow propelled me through them, yet I refused to let go.

By the time we neared the Hall, the arrow's power had waned significantly. Its initial, overwhelming momentum was now just enough to carry me. With a subtle adjustment, I let it guide me back to the Hall's entrance.

I ignored the bewildered stares of the guests at my birthday party. Their shock was palpable, their faces frozen as they struggled to comprehend what had just unfolded. To most of them, it appeared as if I had vanished in an instant, only to reappear moments later with an arrow in hand and a trail of devastation stretching out behind me.

The destruction was undeniable. A straight line of crumbled buildings lay in my wake, the once-pristine streets of the capital now marked by chaos. The confusion of the onlookers was understandable; the speed and intensity of the event were far beyond their ability to perceive.

Only the ancestors—those powerful, cowardly figures who had chosen to observe from the shadows rather than take action—could barely grasp what had transpired.

I twirled the arrow in my fingers. The faint hum of power within the shaft reverberated against my palm. 

"Since you were so kind as to gift me such a beautiful present," I began, my tone light yet carrying an unmistakable edge, "how about I return the favor? Consider it... a warning."

With a flick of my wrist, I tossed the arrow into the air. It ascended in a graceful arc before I snatched it from its descent with my right hand.

"Kaio-Ken!"

With a sharp cry, a radiant red aura erupted around my body, swirling and crackling with intensity. The energy felt alive, coursing through me in waves that burned hotter with each pulse. My muscles tensed, my veins pulsing as the surge of power shot through every fiber of my being.

The air grew heavier, charged with a potent energy that caused the weaker cultivators who had followed me outside to stagger back. They clutched at their chests, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear. 

At that moment, my power level surged—a staggering 50% increase, catapulting it from 120 to a formidable 180.

I wasn't entirely sure about the Radiant Sun's true power level, but one thing was clear, when the gap in strength became notable, as notable as 1.2 times, resistance was futile. This was a small world, after all. It was hard to believe they had anyone strong enough to match the sheer might of this move.

I took a single step forward, and the earth beneath me trembled violently, a mighty earthquake rippling outwards. Buildings in the distance swayed, cracks spiderwebbed across the ground, and the hall shook as if bowing to my presence.

With a deep roar that echoed like thunder, I hurled the arrow skyward. The force of my throw rippled through the atmosphere, the arrow streaking upwards with a brilliance that lit the horizon. The air itself seemed to bend and distort around it, ripples spreading like water, showing how it sliced cleanly through the sound barrier without shattering it.

***

Lianchen had initially guessed that the Radiant Sun was stationed roughly 5,000 miles away. It was a safe estimation based on when he first sensed the arrow—approximately 3,000 miles out. However, even with his sharp instincts, he had underestimated the truth. The Radiant Sun's location wasn't 5,000 miles away; it was over 7,000 miles from his position.

The revelation wasn't particularly surprising. This small world, while seemingly limited compared to his former world in tech, held its own vastness. The continent he stood on alone rivaled Earth in size, challenging the scope of what he had once considered immense.

When he had grabbed hold of the arrow, Lianchen's sharp instincts went to work. The sheer force and aura of the projectile spoke volumes about its origin. With the boost from Kai Ken, his senses were heightened dramatically, allowing him to dissect every aspect of the arrow's trajectory, energy signature, and intent.

The Radiant Sun had taken measures to mask their location using Heaven's Secret. However, such tactics were futile against Lianchen. Combining his power boost with his razor-sharp instincts, Lianchen pinpointed their exact location, even at over 7,000 miles away.

At the Radiant Sun.

A blind young man in the wheelchair, his face calm but unreadable, tilted his head slightly as if listening to the incoming chaos. Despite his blindness, his spiritual sense painted a vivid picture of the world around him—every ripple of energy, every subtle shift in the air.

"The kid truly is a monster," he murmured to himself, his tone neither fearful nor impressed, but laced with a hint of intrigue.

He could feel the arrow he had unleashed moments ago, now imbued with an energy unlike any he'd ever sensed, roaring back toward him. Its power had not merely been returned but elevated, carrying an overwhelming force that eclipsed even his initial attack.

His senses locked onto the Radiant Sun, now exploding to life as everyone scrambled to address the incoming arrow. Figures darted with purpose, activating defensive measures and gathering energy to intercept the threat.

He sat still in his wheelchair, composed amidst the commotion, bow resting lightly in his hand. Calmly, he pulled back the string, his movements deliberate and precise. This time, there was no arrow; instead, his Dao materialized into one.

Golden light coalesced at the bow, forming an arrow imbued with overwhelming power. The energy radiating from it seemed to vibrate with the intensity of the heavens themselves. The blind young man took a steadying breath, clearing his mind entirely before releasing the string.

With a flash, the arrow vanished, accelerating forward with a might far surpassing the last one he had unleashed. It cut through the sky with an intensity that seemed to distort the air itself, its golden glow illuminating the surrounding space like a miniature sun.

But he was not alone in this action.

The Radiant Sun's Five Most Powerful Forces, known collectively as the Five Suns, moved simultaneously. The Red Sun, Orange Sun, Yellow Sun, White Sun, and Blue Sun.

The Five Sun Leaders unleashed their might, their combined attacks creating a spectacular convergence of elemental power. But they were not alone. From the depths of the Radiant Sun's stronghold, even the Ancestors, the organization's most revered and ancient forces, joined the fray.

Their presence was overwhelming, each one embodying a fragment of the Radiant Sun's supreme legacy. Together, their auras combined into an almost impenetrable shield of power, a testament to their centuries of cultivation and mastery.

The arrow met the combined might of the Radiant Sun's attack, but it stood no chance. Their unified power didn't just stop the arrow—it completely overwhelmed it, consuming it in a blaze of radiant energy.

The force didn't dissipate there. The overwhelming might of the Radiant Sun's attack continued its trajectory, surging forward with an unstoppable momentum. It pierced the skies, leaving behind a massive rift in the heavens.

The tear in the sky radiated a blinding light, its edges crackling with the remnants of their power. But just as quickly as it appeared, the heavens began to heal, the gap closing as if the world itself refused to be marred for long.

The Radiant Sun's decisive action stemmed from a clear understanding of the threat before them. In this small world, no single individual could hope to withstand the might behind that arrow—not without risking catastrophic consequences.

Their overwhelming response wasn't just about stopping the arrow; it was about ensuring no remnants of its destructive power could reach them. A single shockwave from the clash could result in losses too devastating to quantify, potentially crippling their influence and power.

This was why they had mobilized their strongest forces without hesitation, treating the arrow as if it were a calamity in its own right. To them, nothing less than absolute dominance over the situation would suffice.