An Ancient Scene

"The builders of this temple were probably the civilization that created Saibaman."

Roland carefully observed the facilities inside the temple and made this judgment. Due to its age, all the valuable items in the temple had turned to dust over time, leaving only the hard rocks of unknown material and the murals on them, which still faithfully depicted the traces of past civilizations.

Before the power of time, everything seems insignificant. No matter how powerful you are, you are still fragile in the face of the might of time.

Perhaps only beings like Angel, who can manipulate the power of time, could resist the erosion of time.

Various thoughts flashed through Roland's mind. She sighed and continued to observe the murals on the rock. These murals were exquisitely carved and lifelike, and the long years had not eroded the patterns on them.

Roland stared at the mural for a while, and suddenly felt as if countless strange patterns were floating on her retina. Then a sharp pain came, and a very strange scene appeared in her mind.

When I came to my senses, I found myself in a virtual world.

It was a terrifying world on the brink of war. Countless figures radiating golden light darted through the sky, seemingly battling something. One mushroom cloud after another, brimming with immense energy, rose up as if countless suns were exploding before them, their dazzling light illuminating the entire starry sky.

The battle was exceptionally fierce.

However, even with Roland's current strength, he still couldn't see their movements clearly...

"Lord God of Abundance, your actions will only anger the gods. The Alta will never submit to you."

A figure cried out hysterically, his voice stained with blood, pointing at his enemy with grief and indignation. But the enemy paid no heed, continuing their attack as if nothing had happened. The smoke of battle gradually spread, and soon several nearby star systems were engulfed in the conflict.

Countless planets collapsed in the battle, to the point that even the surrounding stars began to disintegrate.

"No, the Alta, a nation of warriors, will not let you get away with this, even if it means death."

"May the God of God of Abundance protect me!"

The scene suddenly shifted, the battle disappeared, and the perspective seemed to turn to Roland's side. Roland saw a group of aliens dressed in white clothes busily moving back and forth, constantly operating various complex instruments.

"Hahaha, finally succeeded! This is the most suitable creature for battle."

"Dr. Pui, what is the name of this combat life form?"

"Yes, they were created by extracting cells from the Space Demon race and modifying them. Let's call them the Demon Pui race. These combat life forms will be an important means for us to resist our enemies."

What about those failed, defective products?

"That kind of thing is useless, let's just call it Saibaman. Everyone, hurry up and manufacture the Demon Pui. The Alta and Saiyan at the front are about to be overwhelmed, we must supply them with enough fighting power."

"Yes, sir."

Roland stood silently to the side, watching the changes in the scene. These aliens seemed to be uniting the Alta and Saiyan to resist some powerful enemy.

The scenes then changed several more times, which Roland watched as if skimming through the pages, feeling little emotion, as if his mind had completely entered a state of sage-like tranquility. The final war ended in the defeat of the Alta, who vanished from the once-powerful Alta. The Saiyan also experienced many changes. As for what happened afterward, when Roland wanted to see, there was no longer any record of it in the scenes.

A powerful shock swept over him, and Roland's consciousness returned to his body. His brain suddenly felt exhausted, as if it had been deprived of nutrients.

"Ugh, an uncomfortable feeling."

"What I just saw must be from ancient times, the Alta, a warrior race... I've never heard of them, maybe they're a race similar to the Saiyan." Staring blankly at the image on the rock wall for a long time, Roland shook his head. The torrent of time has buried too many civilizations. Even the Saiyan race, which was once powerful, now only has a few hundred people left!

The Alta may have been very powerful in ancient times, but they no longer exist.

However, through this near first-person perspective experience, Roland did manage to figure out the origins of the Saibaman.

It turns out that these Saibaman were actually a defective product created by ancient aliens when they were researching war-related life forms. The reason they were distributed across different planets was perhaps a last resort after the war became more severe.

Then, Roland chuckled softly. What had happened before seemed irrelevant to him now. All he needed to do was take care of himself and strive to become stronger. In the Dragon Ball world, only personal strength mattered most. Money and beautiful women were secondary; with enough strength, they were readily available.

"Hmm, although this temple has been in disrepair for many years, it has an unusually abundant vital Vital Energy."

Sensing Vital Energy slightly different from that of the Planet Sadala, Roland stopped and continued walking along the long corridor covered with murals deeper into the temple, finally arriving at a secret chamber.

In the center of the secret chamber was a well, from which the abundant primordial Vital Energy emanated. Roland looked around at the scene. West City in the secret chamber had been weathered away, except for the picture carved on the wall, which was well preserved. It was a picture of a group of strong aliens kneeling on one knee, worshipping a person who was radiating a dazzling light.

It is unknown what material the stone used to build this temple was, but even after the passage of time, the images on the stone walls are still clearly visible.

"The Vital Energy here seems to have been artificially gathered. The ancients actually mastered such advanced technology that they could gather natural Vital Energy... Never mind, let's absorb it first."

Roland sat down cross-legged, opened his arms, and absorbed the remaining primordial Vital Energy in the temple. Countless tiny forms of Vital Energy entered his body as Roland absorbed them, purifying his cells.

One day, two days...

Time passed slowly, Roland, immersed in the moment, didn't notice the passage of time. In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed, and the Vital Energy in the temple's secret chamber had decreased by more than half.

This Vital Energy was meant to maintain the stability of the temple. After Roland absorbed Vital Energy, the entire temple immediately dimmed, and the air became murky.

"Crack!" A slight, strange sound rang in his ears, like the sound of a beetle crawling. If Roland hadn't had such excellent hearing, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Roland frowned and looked around.

"Could it be that the temple is unable to continue because it lacks Vital Energy?"

It's possible, considering how long this temple has existed, and how it has only survived to this day thanks to the artificially gathered vital Vital Energy from the well...

No, Roland suddenly came to his senses, because at this moment he felt a dark and brutal aura. His eyes narrowed sharply. The dark aura was emanating from the well.

What's sealed inside?

Damn it!

Roland realized that the temple's builders hadn't constructed it to convey any information about civilization, but rather to seal something away. The artificially gathered primordial Vital Energy was there to nurture that thing.

Now that Roland has absorbed the remaining natural Vital Energy, that thing has naturally awakened!

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