The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

Lianchen's thoughts wondered as he approached the colossal, ancient hand. 

If this thing could destroy an entire star system, its power level must be in the millions... I really need to master Ikari. A tenfold boost to my power level would be invaluable.

Every step he took sent subtle vibrations rippling through the ground. With each pulse, he mapped out the rest of the Titan's body buried beneath the surface. What he discovered only confirmed something he had long suspected—his old home, Earth, was insignificant in comparison to the sheer size of this planet.

Standing before the enormous golden hand, Lianchen tilted his head upward, gazing at the unmoving fingers that reached toward the heavens like an imprisoned god.

"How long have you been trapped here?" His voice was calm, almost sympathetic. "Millions of years? Billions? To possess such overwhelming might, yet never once escape this lower realm... isn't that depressing?"

His voice carried through the barren land.

"What I offer you now is simple—loyalty. Serve me, and in return, I will grant you what no one else has. Freedom. The chance to stand tall and roar once more."

For a long moment, there was silence. Then, the hand twitched—a tiny, almost imperceptible movement. But the force behind that simple motion was anything but small. The ground trembled violently. In the distance, mountains shattered. The sheer pressure of the movement alone would have been enough to obliterate a Level 1 Spirit Ascension realm cultivator.

To the Titan, it was as if a mere fly had landed upon it, and it was instinctively swatting it away.

On instinct, Lianchen's body moved before his mind had even processed the action. His arm darkened as his Armament Haki surged forth—not just coating his limb, but radiating a dense, overwhelming aura. This wasn't the limited version he had used before; this was the full power of Armament Haki, fully unleashed... well, not the full power since Armament Haki still had som extra abilities. 

The pressure around him shifted.

Unlike when he had fought the peacock and been restricted himself, his Haki now revealed its full potential. In an instant, his power level multiplied tenfold. But that wasn't his limit.

His Dao of Absolute Combat was built on the fusion of all Daos, and Haki was no exception. If it followed the same principles as the other aspects of his combat, then his Armament Haki wasn't just going to stop at a tenfold multiplier. It would keep evolving.

For now, however, ten times was enough.

The Titan's twitch had carried a power level of 200, a force that should have reduced anything in the lower realm to dust. But Lianchen barely spared it a glance.

With a casual wave of his palm, he redirected the force away, dispersing the energy as if swatting away an insect. The very air quaked from the aftermath, and for the first time in millions of years, the Titan's hand twitched again—not out of attack, but out of pure shock.

Lianchen exhaled lazily, rolling his shoulders.

"I'm stronger than you." His words carried a quiet certainty, an absolute truth. "Ever since I perfected Black Flash, I became the strongest lifeform in the lower realm."

He wasn't boasting. It was a fact. This small world—with its Spirit Ascension realm experts, its Ancient Beasts, its Heaven-defying geniuses—was no longer capable of holding him. He was growing too fast for it to contain.

What was the true peak of Lianchen's power? A good question. If he had to estimate, his power level should be in the billions. Shocking, right?

All thanks to Black Flash—a technique so absurdly overpowered that, once adapted to the Dragon Ball power system, it shattered all conventional limits.

Lianchen hovered in the air, staring down at the colossal hand that had been buried for countless millennia.

"Are you really happy like this? Staying like this? Motionless? Powerless?"

A faint twitch ran through the massive fingers.

"You can't even cultivate. You can't comprehend the Dao. You're trapped, forever. "But I'm here to offer you something you've long given up on... freedom."

The air trembled.

"Do you want to stand tall and roar? Do you want to announce your birth to the world? Do you want to move? "

The Titan stirred. It had clearly heard him.

Lianchen smirked, rising higher into the sky. His aura flared as he held out his fist toward the massive palm.

"Do we have a deal? I will set you free, and in return, you will follow me."

The colossal hand trembled—then curled into a fist. A gust of wind erupted from the movement, scattering clouds for miles and churning the distant ocean into massive waves. Then, with a power that could crush mountains, the Titan's fist slammed into Lianchen's.

A deafening shockwave exploded outward, tearing through the dense forest and shattering the clouds above.

Lianchen wasted no time.

As soon as the deal was sealed, he formed a Power Ball, an artificial moon, and hurled it into the sky. His gaze locked onto the orb, triggering the transformation.

A surge of primal energy flooded his veins. His body expanded, muscles stretching and bones thickening as he roared into the heavens.

The Great Ape had awakened.

With his power level multiplied by ten, combined with the Armament Haki boost, Lianchen's power had skyrocketed, now standing at a hundredfold increase. With a power level of 55,000, he seized the colossal arm, still massive even compared to his monstrous form. He dug his feet into the earth, veins bulging with exertion as he pulled.

Cracks webbed across the so-called unbreakable ground. The Titan's body, buried for billions of years, shuddered. Lianchen let out a primal roar, a sound so deafening that mountains quaked and skies trembled. He launched into the air, yanking the Titan higher and higher, its hand reaching the edge of the world.

The moment it touched the heavens' barrier, the sky shattered—as if it had never even existed. Lianchen ignored the destruction, his focus unshaken. He continued to pull.

The world descended into chaos. Earthquakes rippled across the entire planet, and the land cracked apart, swallowing entire cities and reshaping oceans, mountains, and continents in its wake.

All living beings, humans, demon beasts, and sea dwellers, felt the shift. But in the face of catastrophe, cultivators moved, some moving to safety while those kinder cultivators moved to protect the mortals, ferrying them to safety amidst the crumbling terrain.

And then, the heavens made their move. Tribulation clouds gathered., Dark, furious, and crackling with divine retribution. Bolts of heavenly lightning rained down, a punishment for the blasphemy unfolding below.

But Lianchen wasn't bothered, with a casual motion, he absorbed the lightning, letting it fuel his cultivation.

"Let's go! Kaio-Ken, Times Three!"

With a thunderous roar, Lianchen exploded forward, his body blazing red with surging energy. He rocketed into space, the massive Titan following closely behind.

The moment he breached the atmosphere, Lianchen held his breath—Saiyans couldn't breathe in space, after all.

The Titan's body stretched vast and endless, its size seemingly expanding with every second.

For the first time since its creation, the colossal being opened its eyes. Its gaze fell upon Lianchen, a flicker of recognition in those ancient, slumbering pupils.

Then, it turned its head to the stars.

A deep, guttural roar erupted from its chest. Though soundless in the vacuum of space, the raw intensity was undeniable, a cry of freedom.

Yet something was missing.

The Titan was born incomplete.

A true Titan was destined to devour the heavens that birthed it. But Lianchen had pulled it out before it could fulfill its purpose.

It hungered, not just for movement but for its rite of passage.

'Don't worry about devouring these heavens—I have another heaven for you to consume. I want you to become the strongest Titan.'

Lianchen's voice resonated in the Titan's newly awakened mind, carrying a weight of undeniable authority and promise.

The colossal being turned its gaze toward Lianchen, shock flickering in its vast, ancient eyes. Then, as if understanding the greater path before it, the Titan nodded deeply, an unspoken vow of loyalty forming between them.

Despite being a newborn, the Titan's power level already stood at 10,000, while its cultivation was at the very peak of the Spirit Ascension Realm.

Had it devoured the heavens, its power would have been far greater, but since Lianchen had ripped it from its fate, its strength was contained. For now.

"Can you shrink?" Lianchen inquired, glancing at the Titan's massive form. Even its palm alone dwarfed the entire planet, and this wasn't just any planet—it was far larger than Earth.

The Titan seemed to strain for a moment, growing even larger before finally contracting. It continued to compress, its gigantic form steadily diminishing until it matched Lianchen's size.

…Though, since Lianchen was still in his Great Ape form, that wasn't exactly small.

"Do you have a name?" Lianchen asked as they descended back into the atmosphere, their surroundings shifting from the silence of space to the roaring winds of the world below.

The Titan's newly formed voice rumbled, deep yet raw, like a being still learning to speak.

"No name."

Lianchen paused for a moment, considering before a grin stretched across his primate maw.

"Ymir... That name suits you perfectly."