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“Sizzle!!”
A deafening roar, as if an energy hub had been forcibly torn apart! The massive pipe, flowing with destructive energy, was severed by Vegeta's slash! Uncontrolled turbulent energy erupted from the break, like the howl of a wounded beast!
Almost at the same time!
"Hey!" Goku moved too! His movements lacked Vegeta's extreme sharpness, but possessed an indescribable agility and wildness! He used the chaos and shockwave caused by Vegeta cutting the energy tube to appear behind one of the Omni-Kings as if by teleportation! His target was not the Omni-King himself, but rather the several data cables hidden beneath the magnificent robes on the back of the Omni-Kings, faintly glowing and connected to the core of their vehicles!
"These things are in the way!" Sun Wukong grinned, and with his signature combat instincts, he reached out with both hands like iron pincers and grabbed those seemingly fragile but crucial cables!
"Get down!!"
"Crackling sound—!!"
A blinding spark exploded! Several data cables were ripped apart by Sun Wukong's brute force!
"Ugh..." The Omni-King, whose cable had been severed, swayed almost imperceptibly, and for the first time, a faint, bewildered expression, like a programming error, appeared on his face. The light of cleansing emanating from his palm dimmed noticeably and flickered!
A chain reaction has occurred!
Vegeta severed the energy tube, and Goku ripped the data cable! These two critical points, damaged like a broken spine and nerves of a giant beast, caused the massive, majestic Zeno's chariot to shudder violently. The stable white light it emitted instantly became chaotic and flickering! And the two beams of light representing absolute erasure, having lost their stable energy supply and some control commands, suddenly weakened, their light flashing wildly like a faulty light bulb!
"Now!" Lin Ye's eyes flashed with a sharp light! He felt the pressure on the fragment of creation in his hand suddenly decrease! He roared and unleashed his last bit of power along with the potential of the fragment of creation itself!
"boom--!!!"
The seven-colored light expanded like a supernova explosion, finally completely scattering and annihilating the remaining, already unstable light of cleansing!
The terrifying energy storm gradually subsided, leaving behind a deathly silence and an even more utter nothingness. The once magnificent Temple of Beerus had vanished without a trace, not even the last speck of dust remaining.
Lin Ye, panting heavily, clutched the dimly lit fragment of creation, his arm hanging limply at his sides, blood dripping from his fingertips. Vegeta and Goku retreated to his side, both bearing wounds from the energy impact, but their eyes remained sharp, fixed on the Omni-King's mount suspended in the chaotic light.
Weiss rushed back to his original spot immediately.
There, at the center point where the light of cleansing dissipates.
Beerus did not completely disappear like the other things that were eliminated.
But he is no longer the god of destruction who once dominated the universe.
He maintained the posture of pushing Weiss away and facing the light, but his body had completely lost its color and texture, turning into a deep purple, cracked stone statue. The statue's expression was frozen in that moment of resolute determination and relief, and the purple gemstone crown on its forehead, symbolizing the position of the god of destruction, was completely shattered, with only a few fragments still embedded in its petrified brow.
“Bierus… Lord…” Whis stopped before the statue, his outstretched hand hovering in mid-air, trembling slightly. The sorrow on his face was like unyielding ice, and his elegant mask shattered completely. Tears of an angel silently streamed down his face.
He slowly bent down and, with utmost gentleness and care, picked up the largest fragment of the purple gemstone belonging to the crown of Beerus, which was scattered at the feet of the statue.
Then, illuminated by the chaotic light of the Omni-King's chariot, and under the complex gazes of Vegeta, Goku, and Lin Ye, Whis straightened up. All the sorrow and weakness on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by an unprecedented, cold, and resolute calm. He raised his hand and firmly and resolutely placed the broken fragment of the purple crown, still imbued with Beerus's aura, onto his silver-white hair ornament, a symbol of angelism.
The broken purple gemstone, juxtaposed with his angelic halo, forms an eerie yet majestic symbol.
He gripped the scepter with its cracked tip tightly, his gaze as cold as ice, sweeping over the Omni-King's chariot, which was still pulsating as if undergoing some kind of "system self-check," before finally settling on Beerus's statue. His voice was calm, yet contained a chilling intent and a promise capable of freezing the stars:
"From this day forward..."
"I, Whis, am the Seventh Universe..."
"The new God of Destruction."
The shattered fragments of the divine crown reflected a cold light atop his head. At this moment, the halo of angels and the authority of the god of destruction merged in an unprecedented way amidst the ruins of grief and destruction. A new era, marked by the sacrifice of the old gods and the revelation of the truth, began in its most brutal form.
Chapter 263 The Lament of Dragon Ball
The Namekian sky resembled a wrung-out rag, with murky acid rain pouring down, corroding the already cracked earth and sending up a pungent, eerie green haze. Vegetation withered and dissolved rapidly in the rain, leaving behind charred remains.
Dandy knelt before the withered Dragon Ball Tree, his small body trembling in the rain. The once vibrant giant tree was now nothing but a charred, withered trunk, cold, rough, and lifeless. "Lord Porunga..." his tearful cry was drowned out by the sound of the rain.
His response was a gigantic, pale bolt of lightning that tore through the sky, striking precisely the towering Porunga statue beside the Dragon Ball Tree. A deafening explosion followed, and the shockwave swept across, carrying debris. Through the gaps in his arms protecting his head and face, Gohan watched in despair as the statue instantly cracked like spiderwebs, collapsing in a flash of lightning into a muddy ruin.
"Shenron... is dead?" Gohan's voice was hoarse. The Dragon Ball radar screen in his hand suddenly flashed red light, then shattered with a "crack," sending out a plume of black smoke.
As if a signal flare had been launched into the sky, Bulma's wristband simultaneously emitted a piercing scarlet alarm and a buzzing sound: "Warning! Earth's 'Shenlong' signal has been annihilated! Divine Jewel has shattered!" On the virtual screen, the surface of the enormous Super Dragon Ball in the distant starry sea was covered with cracks, and it exploded silently, its fragments turning into a cold meteor shower that swept across the star field.
"The Super Dragon Balls...are gone too..." Bulma's face turned deathly pale, her fingers gripping the bracelet tightly. Even worse information flooded the bracelet's speaker like a tsunami, a torrent of despair mingling with screams and cries from different languages and races:
"The Star Dragon of the Boundary Core... vital signs have disappeared!"
"Seventh Universe Edge... All Dragon Life Signals Reduced to Zero! Cosmic Cataclysm!"
"The entire Northern Galaxy Dragon Clan Elder Council... wiped out! Their life force has been completely extinguished!"
"The dragons... they've all stopped breathing! It's all over!"
That final cry struck Dandy's heart like a hammer blow. He stared at the ruins, his body convulsing and sobbing with extreme grief.
"Alice!" Bulma suppressed her fear, her voice sharp, "Analyze the fragments!" She hurriedly pulled out a sealed container containing several dull fragments of Dragon Balls.
Alice, a suspended silver metallic droplet, projected a scanning beam: "High-dimensional energy analysis... Fragment structure collapses, residual law fluctuations match the underlying protocol of the 'Wish Law'. Conclusion: There is a 'system-level' operation beyond cognition; forcibly reclaim and format the 'Wish Law' permissions."
"Formatting? Who did that?"
"Unknown source of recovery. Purpose... Logic conflict. Warning! An abnormal energy fluctuation has been detected! Frequency surge! Source... Internal resonance within the fragment!" Alice's core processor hummed.
Before the words were even finished, the lifeless fragments inside the container suddenly burst forth with a dazzling emerald green light, piercing through the container wall!
"Impossible!" Bulma exclaimed.
This was just the prelude. On Namek, whether buried deep in the soil or soaked in acid rain, all the Dragon Ball fragments and remnants simultaneously glowed with an eerie green light! They broke free from their restraints, bursting forth from the earth and shooting against the torrential rain towards the sky, like a reversed green galaxy!
"The Dragon Balls are being reassembled!" Bulma's voice was distorted, and her arms trembled.
This phenomenon is not an isolated case. From Earth's Kunlun Mountains to the edge of the Seventh Universe, from the sacred land of the Northern Galaxy Dragon Clan to everywhere in the universe, all the remnants of the Dragon Balls, regardless of their shape or size, are responding to an invisible call, disregarding time and space, and surging madly towards the dark void at the geometric center of the universe!
Countless green lights collided, merged, and reshaped! Amidst the dazzling light, a colossal dragon, its entire body composed of pure, deep emerald, was born! It coiled and twisted, its scales flowing with liquid light, radiating a sacred and soul-stirring pressure. Its enormous head rose, and nine eyes, burning with emerald flames, opened in a ring!
Om-!
A silent, colossal bell tolled deep within the souls of all beings across the seven universes! Consciousness was forcibly linked, dragged into the same mental field. A grand, cold whisper, echoing with the chaotic primordial resonance of the universe's creation, exploded at the core of every thought:
"Redefine desire with your desires..."
The command ignited the most primal and burning desires within the hearts of all living beings.
Deep within the imperial palace on Neo-Vegeta, King Kurd II, fresh from suppressing a rebellion, sat brimming with pride. The whispers were like fine wine, fueling his inflated ambition.
"Immortality!" His bloodshot eyes blazed with greed as he abruptly stood up and roared, "Great being! I wish for eternal life! To become the eternal ruler of the universe!"
Thick, asphalt-like, dark green energy appeared out of thin air and poured down! The Kurdish king's fanaticism instantly turned to terror. A chilling sound of flesh being reshaped erupted! His powerful body swelled and twisted wildly, his carapace shattering, replaced by a massive mass of flesh covered in foul-smelling slime and tumors. His head was crushed and deformed, one eye bursting open and the other swelling to the size of a basin. Within seconds, the once invincible emperor transformed into a terrifying mountain of flesh tens of meters high, constantly writhing and dripping pus, emitting meaningless "hoarse" sounds. The hall fell silent; the fear on the faces of his ministers froze.
Meanwhile, on the edge of the seventh universe, on a barren agricultural planet, the desperate farmer Balu knelt in his cracked wheat field, hoarsely praying, "Harvest! Great God! Let the land yield grain! Let the children live!"
The same viscous, dark green light suddenly poured into the earth!
A deafening rumble shook the earth! The parched wheat field before Balu churned, countless thick, dark green vines covered in sharp thorns bursting forth! They spread and devoured everything in their path with ferocious ferocity! Rocks shattered, wheat straw turned to dust, farmhouses were torn apart! The tips of the vines split open into suckers filled with spiraling teeth, greedily gnawing at the soil, rocks, and insects! The torrent of vines surged toward the town beyond the horizon at an astonishing speed! Balu slumped to the edge, watching his wish transform into a nightmare that destroyed his home, his eyes filled with nothing but bewilderment and despair.
"It's corrupting the very essence of desire!" Supreme Kai Shin's furious roar exploded in the mental link! His divine sword was drawn, gleaming with holy light. He traversed space in a single step, appearing above the planet engulfed by vines. The sword light descended like a colossal axe splitting the heavens!
With a piercing scream, a large swath of vines withered and charred into ashes, temporarily halting the advance of the torrent. However, at the breach, dark green energy surged, and even thicker vines rapidly regenerated!
"It's no use! This thing is rooted in the distorted power of wishes! If the source isn't removed, it will never end!" The old Kaioshin's solemn voice echoed in Xin's consciousness, filled with helplessness. "We must stop the dragon race from becoming completely corrupted! Otherwise, the 'wish' rules will fall into the abyss!"
As despair spread, a figure defied the oppressive power of the emerald dragon that made the stars tremble, and soared into the sky like a meteor!
Lin Ye! His eyes, sharp as knives, locked onto the dragon's mountain-like head. The fragment of creation he clutched in his hand emitted an ancient, heavy glow, strangely confronting the dragon's immense divine power.
The dragon's nine enormous emerald eyes shifted slightly, their icy gaze focusing on Lin Ye. Indifferent as if looking at dust, yet deep within surged an indescribable, ancient sorrow, a sorrow steeped in countless desires and despairs.
Lin Ye's mind resonated with it—not out of malice, but because of the immense pain and bewilderment felt by a vast being amidst the collapse of the rules. But he did not hesitate!
Speed exploded! Lin Ye's figure left afterimages as he forcefully broke through the emerald force field around the dragon, which was tearing apart stars! Turbulent energy ripped through his protective aura. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he shot towards the forehead at the center of the nine eyes!
The dragon's emerald-covered head rapidly magnified in the field of vision, its scales like walls, ancient energy patterns flowing, and the fluctuations of laws sending shivers down one's spine.
Lin Ye's eyes flashed with a sharp light! All his power and the fragments of creation converged into one point! His arm bulged, his bones groaned, and with a resolute determination to tear through the void, he stabbed down fiercely!
Pfft——!
A faint yet resounding cracking sound, echoing throughout the universe! The not-so-sharp edges of the fragment pierced through the emerald scales that shimmered with both sacred and ominous light! It sank deep inside!
The moment the fragment pierced through, an indescribable torrent—the prayers, despair, greed, and distortions of billions of living beings, along with the boundless sorrow and pain of the corrupted dragon—rushed violently into Lin Ye's mind along with the fragment of creation!
"Ugh—!" Lin Ye's body trembled violently, as if struck by a thousand thunderbolts! His vision was overwhelmed by extremely chaotic images and emotions! His soul felt as if it had fallen into a boiling chaotic furnace, and his consciousness was being frantically torn apart and burned!
He gritted his teeth, his gums bleeding, resisting the soul impact powerful enough to annihilate a Supreme Kai. At the heart of boundless pain and chaos, he caught sight of the purest and most immense sorrow originating from the "Dragon Clan" itself—from the collapse of rules, from the forcibly distorted and polluted origin, from the utter loss of the meaning of existence.
Lin Ye's bloodshot eyes pierced through the chaotic torrent, staring directly into the swirling vortex of pain deep within the enormous emerald vertical pupil so close at hand. His blood-stained lips moved, using all his strength to send a whisper, brimming with understanding and resolve, into the core of this colossal being's consciousness:
"I have received your pain—".
Chapter 264: The Truth Above the White God
In the vast cosmic dust cloud, stardust swirled around Lin Ye like fireflies. He stood suspended, and beneath his palm, the emerald dragon, large enough to coil halfway around a planet, humbly lowered its head—each emerald scale seemed to condense the light of billions of stars, its patterns shimmering with life under the slanting rays of distant stars. The violent energy that had once been capable of tearing apart nebulae was now being soothed by the primal aura emanating from Lin Ye, like a surging river flowing into the deep sea, leaving only gentle ripples. In the dragon's vertical pupils, the destructive ferocity had long since faded, leaving only the weariness of traversing countless ages, and a sliver of hope hidden deep within, almost extinguished.
When Lin Ye's palm gently covered the base of the dragon's horns, which resembled jade pillars from Kunlun Mountain—
Buzz—! ! ! !
Suddenly, a beam of emerald green light erupted from the ancient core at the tip of the dragon horn! The light was unlike any energy surge; rather, it was like an invitation piercing through time and space, carrying the most primal call of the dragon race. Lin Ye felt his consciousness being pulled away by an irresistible force. His body remained in the dust, but his soul had already fallen into a vast ocean constructed of torrents of light and shadow—the dragon race's memory bank, accumulated over billions of years.
His consciousness, like a lone boat, was swept away by a torrent, smashing into one blood-soaked fragment after another:
An ancient lament: In the primordial era, the nebula was still a chaotic purple, and a group of primitive Saiyans clad in animal skins leaped from the rift in the star. Their muscles bulged like rocks, their fangs bared, and their eyes burned with a naked, lustful greed for power. Without a declaration of war, without probing, they pounced on the emerald dragon herd like a pack of predatory wolves. Lin Ye saw the oldest dragon attempt to intimidate him with its breath, only to have its wings torn apart by a Saiyan's bare hands; he heard the crisp sound of dragon horns being forcibly snapped off, mingling with the dragons' mournful cries and shattering stardust; he felt the excruciating pain of divine power being brutally extracted—it wasn't plunder, but a ripping out of bone, blood, and soul, even the stardust stained dark green by the dragon's blood.
A chilling transformation: The light shifts abruptly to a laboratory gleaming with metallic coldness. The Namekians' green skin gleams under the operating lights, their tentacles gripping sophisticated instruments, their eyes as calm as if cutting a stone. Countless dragons are chained to operating tables by energy chains, their muscles beneath their scales twitching from the drugs, yet their eyes burn with an inextinguishable rage. Lin Ye touches a dragon's cleaved spine; the numbing sensation of severed nerve cords travels through his consciousness. Witnessing the energy circuits implanted into their bones, the dragons' roars abruptly halt—the sound of their self-awareness being forcibly formatted. Ultimately, they become machines that only respond to desires; within the red light of the Dragon Balls lies the crushed dragonhood.
The Final Verdict: Memories suddenly plunged into a chaotic white. Lin Ye saw the Omni-King hovering in the void, his small figure seemingly filling the entire universe. His gesture of raising his hand was as light as brushing away dust, and the galaxy below, built by the Emerald Dragons, began to dissolve—not an explosion, but a disappearance on an existential level. Those dragons who had awakened their true selves, those who were using their dragon breath to challenge the rules of the universe, along with their cities, their writings, their cries of resistance, instantly vanished into nothingness. A deathly silence exploded in Lin Ye's consciousness: it was the despair of an entire race being condemned to not exist, colder than death, emptier than annihilation.
We... are just tools
A voice so grand it shattered consciousness resounded from the depths of the soul, like the sighs of billions of dragons piled together, so weary it seemed even stardust would fall.
Lin Ye's consciousness snapped back to reality, his gaze falling on the wound near the dragon's heart—the scar was so deep it revealed bone, the scales rolled back like scorched earth, and the edges still bore the dark marks of its essence being forcibly extracted. Even after billions of years, the energy fluctuations there still twitched, like a wound that would never heal.
He slowly reached out, his fingertips avoiding the dragon horns, gently tracing the edge of the scar. A gentle, primal energy flowed from his fingertips—not healing, but like patting an old friend on the shoulder.
Those things... are all in the past.
Lin Ye's voice was soft, yet it was like a thunderclap that shattered the dragon's billions of years of ice.
From this moment on, live for yourself.
The dragon's body trembled violently. In its vertical pupils, the sorrow that had been accumulated for millennia suddenly shattered, and a single emerald tear slid from the corner of its eye, falling into the dust and transforming into a miniature oasis.
Roar--! ! !
A dragon's roar echoed through the nebula, no longer a mournful cry, but a long howl of liberation! The dragon's body began to glow, its scales transforming into fireflies one by one, eventually breaking into seven emerald green streams of light that shot out in seven directions across the universe—those were the new dragon pearls carrying the free will of the dragon race, and finally, a living pulse appeared within the red light.