Guardian Lineage

The withered old man stared intently at Aki, a fanatical light of disbelief erupting in his once cloudy, narrow eyes.

His hunched back straightened slightly at that moment, the knuckles of his hands gripping the wooden staff protruding as he exerted too much force.

"Dragon God bless..."

The old man's voice trembled violently, a hint of unconcealable choking in his hoarse throat.

"The Guardian Lineage... has actually been preserved in another world!"

Krillin, standing beside Aki, felt his eyelids twitch violently.

Dragon God?

Ever since he transmigrated to this world, fought his way through Earth, Namek, and even quelled the turmoil of Majin Buu.

He had heard of the Kings of Gods, Gods of Destruction, and even touched upon the existence of Zeno.

But this title, "Dragon God," was the first time he had ever heard it with his own ears in this main universe's timeline.

Krillin's mind raced.

The ability to create Dragon Balls, the means to alter causality.

If a "Dragon God," transcending the conventional divine system, truly stood behind the Namekians, then many previously disjointed logical settings could be perfectly connected.

Like Dragon God Zalama, who could create the Super Dragon Balls.

Could the Dragon God mentioned by the old man before him have some direct connection to Zalama?

Was it the same person?

Before Krillin could ponder further, Neba casually tossed the wooden staff, which flickered with a dark red glow, onto the crystalline rock, producing a crisp clatter.

Immediately after, this elder, who looked like he could die of old age at any moment, crossed his hands over his chest, bent his left leg, and heavily knelt on the hard rock layer with his right knee.

This was an extremely ancient and complex supreme etiquette.

The old man lowered his head, etched with demonic patterns,