"It turns out... hundreds of millions of years have passed."
Mr. Popo's voice was dry and low, falling on Kami's Lookout, causing several people's expressions to change at the same time.
Piccolo The golden vertical eye pattern between his eyebrows suddenly lit up.
The orange-gold color Dragon God Aura swelled out from under the skin, and the white robe was stretched to the point of making a squeaking sound.
Azure Gem at the top of Staff burst into bright light.
Dragon God Laws resonated wildly inside his body.
Mr. Popo turned his head too far.
There were dark golden lines in his round eyes, and he looked at Piccolo calmly.
Just this one glance.
Piccolo's back stiffened.
The orange-gold aura was forced back into the body, and the blue light on Staff was directly extinguished by 30%.
His fingers clenched the stick tightly, and his knuckles turned white.
No threat.
No murderous intent.
Just a look from the ancient being made Dragon God, a junior Laws, give in on his own initiative.
Krillin stood with his hands behind his hands, his face unchanged.
But his Full-Dimensional Perception has scanned Mr. Popo from head to toe several times.
Physically, Mr. Popo is very weak.
But the level at the bottom of the soul is terrifyingly deep.
Those are traces of having reached the 999th dimension.
Krillin touched his bald head.
Good guy.
Kami's Lookout, the sweeper, really hides the final BOSS.
Ailins took two steps back.
Silver Form's long hair was blown up by the invisible aura, and the amber eyes under the mask stared at Mr. Popo.
She raised her hand and pressed Demon Realm Runes, then immediately took it back.
It's not that I want to take action.
She just wanted to make sure.
Mr. Popo The fragments of aura leaking from her body are knocking open the covers of taboo books deep in her memory.
Demon Realm The deepest level.
First Demon Realm Ancient murals on the rock wall in the center of the earth.
There are three figures on the mural.
One is wearing a hood.
One with loose black hair.
The other one is wearing a turban.
Ailins Throat is tight.
"Primordial Sovereign."
Three words squeezed out of her mouth.
Vomi can't understand these secrets.
But the Good Majin Cells that had just been purified in her body reacted very directly.
Those cells first contracted violently, and then vibrated slightly.
It's like welcoming a certain source.
Mr. Popo turned around slowly.
He is still short, still dark and fat.
The white headscarf is straight and straight.
The red vest is clean.
The tea trays at your feet are placed neatly, with the cup handles facing the same direction.
But now, no one can still regard him as the taciturn Lookout servant.
Mr. Popo's eyes fell on Piccolo first.
There was a long pause.
Dark gold lines surged in the depths of his pupils, as if he was identifying a shadow that spanned the ages.
Then, he looked at Krillin.
I watched it for a long time.
"Hello."
Mr. Popo's voice was sluggish as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
"Young Martial God."
He looked at Krillin.
"And Dragon God."
He looked at Piccolo.
Piccolo's body was shaken.
The moment the two words "Dragon God" entered my ears, Dragon God Source resonated strongly in my body.
The white robe behind her suddenly bulged.
A shadow emerged from the midline of his spine.
Ancient Hydrangea Tree totem.
The branches are vigorous, petals are scattered, and the crown of the tree covers his entire back.
Orange-gold light seeped out from the totem lines, and Staff buzzed uncontrollably.
Piccolo pressed down on the stick body, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
"You know Salama."
Mr. Popo nodded.
"Not just acquaintance."
He bent down to pick up the tea tray on the ground and straightened the overturned tea cup.
The actions are the same as they have been for countless years.
"Salama is my comrade-in-arms."
Krillin stared at Mr. Popo.
Salama.
The legendary Dragon God.
The source of the Dragon Balls system.
The origin of Dragon God Power in Piccolo.
At the end of Evil Dragon Saga, one of the two interdimensional shadows that appeared through the barrier of the universe.
"Mr. Popo."
"Who are you?"
Mr. Popo Put the tea tray on the stone table.
The tea in the cup was already cold, but he didn't change it.
"I am from the Demon Realm."
Mr. Popo's dark gold pupils looked at Kami's Lookout's stone bricks.
Those Dragon Pattern and magic circle carvings reflected in his eyes, with a sense of strangeness washed away by the long years.
"A long time ago."
Mr. Popo opening.
"It has been so long that this universe does not have the current system of gods."
"That era was called Divine Era."
Krillin remembers these two words.
Divine Era.
Mr. Popo continued:
"In the world of Divine Era, there were only three origins Laws running in the beginning."
"Dragon Laws."
"Martial Laws."
"Demonic Laws."
"Three people are in charge of them."
Piccolo's fingers clenched Staff tightly again.
"Salama."
Mr. Popo Say the first name.
The Hydrangea Tree totem behind Piccolo flashed violently.
"Zhaltin."
Mr. Popo Say the second name.
Krillin's eyebrows moved.
Evil Dragon After the war, the second shadow penetrated the barrier of the universe.
"And me."
Mr. Popo said the last one calmly.
"The three of us are all 999-dimensional beings."
Piccolo asked in a deep voice:
"Where did Salama and Zhaltin go?"
Mr. Popo Look to the sky.
The clear blue sky has just returned to calm.
"Divine Era In the thirty-ninth year, the three of us teamed up to defeat Ancient Demon King, who ruled all the worlds."
Ailins The body is tense.
Ancient Demon King.
First Demon Realm The deepest part.
Krillin was once aware of the sleeping existence in the Demon Realm.
"The war lasted for three years."
Mr. Popo's voice is very flat.
"Half of the Three Realms collapsed."
"Laws was broken and recast."
"In the end we won."
"But Ancient Demon King cannot be killed."
Mr. Popo said.
"It is a legacy of Old Era and is part of the world in itself."
"Killing it is equivalent to destroying the foundation of this world."
"So we choose to suppress."
"Salama casts the seal with Dragon Laws."
"Zhaltin nailed its body with Will of Martial Arts."
"I used Demonic Authority to cut off all connections between it and the outside world."
"Three Locks, both are indispensable."
Piccolo immediately asked:
"Then what?"
Mr. Popo looked at Piccolo.
The dark gold pupils reflected the Hydrangea totem faintly visible under the white robe of Piccolo.
"Divine Era Forty-one years ago, Salama and Zhaltin sensed the entrance to a higher level."
"They pushed past their limits and left this world."
"Went to a place called Divine Realm."
Krillin's eyes became serious.
Divine Realm.
Evil Dragon After the war, when the aftermath of his power penetrated the barrier of the universe, the two interdimensional shadows appeared.
Together with Dragon Laws.
Together with Will of Martial Arts.
That's not an afterimage.
That was the gaze from Salama and Zhaltin from the Divine Realm.
"You didn't go with them?" Krillin asked.
Mr. Popo was silent for a few seconds.
"I could have left."
"At that time, I had already touched the threshold of breakthrough."
"But the seal of Ancient Demon King became loose at that point."
"If I leave, Demonic Authority will have no one to maintain it, and the seal will collapse within a thousand years."
"Salama and Zhaltin leave alternatives, but will need time to mature."
"So I choose to stay."
Mr. Popo stared at Krillin.
There is a little more complexity in the dark gold pupils.
"There is a trace of Zhaltin in you."
Krillin raised his eyebrows.
Mr. Popo continued:
"But you're not him."
"Zhaltin pursues the limits of martial arts."
"Pure, cold, not tied down by anything."
"You are different."
Mr. Popo's eyes swept from Krillin, towards West City, then towards Mount Paozu, Kame House and beyond.
"You have too many concerns."
"Those worries didn't slow you down."
"On the contrary, it allowed you to embark on another Martial God road."
Krillin grins.
"Excellent."
Piccolo stared at Mr. Popo and asked directly to the important point.
"What is the status of Ancient Demon King now?"
Mr. Popo looks up.
The line of sight passes through Kami's Lookout, through the clouds, and through the barrier of Material World.
Look straight in the direction of the Demon Realm.
"It's still alive."
"And..."
"Wake up soon."