The square became quiet for a while.
The wind passed between the corridor pillars, causing the corners of his clothes to sway gently.
Goku stood on the spot, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Vegeta didn't make any sound, but his tail was wagging slightly behind him.
A Low-Class Warrior.
A person looked down upon by the entire Saiyan society.
A thousand years ago, the ancestor who faced Frieza Clan alone, relied on his anger and unwillingness to fall, and smashed open a legendary door.
"Bardock defeated Chilled."
Krillin continued.
"Since then, the legend of Super Saiyan has spread in Planet Plant, and has been passed down to this day, becoming an ancient myth known to all Saiyan."
"Frieza is afraid of this legend, and it is precisely because of this that he is tempted to exterminate Saiyan."
Vegeta's voice is a little deep.
"The source of Super Saiyan... turns out to be him."
He looked at Goku with complicated emotions in his eyes.
"Your father."
Goku took a step forward and his voice was a little low.
"Krillin, is my dad still alive?"
"Alive."
Krillin nodded.
"After defeating Chilled, he stayed in that era."
Goku's Adam's apple moved, as if there were a lot of words stuck in his mouth, but he couldn't find the exit for a while.
Gohan walked to him and said softly.
"Dad, grandpa is still alive. We can go see him."
Goku glanced at Gohan, and then responded after a long while.
"Hmm."
It's just that this word is much heavier than before.
Krillin gave him some time to suppress his emotions.
Then, he walked to the edge of Kami's Lookout, with surging white clouds and the endless sky beneath his feet.
"When you're ready, go in."
He raised his right hand, and the pure power of Martial Dao True God flowed through his fingertips. In the next moment, the longitude and latitude of time and space were directly torn apart.
The crack appeared silently.
Unlike the blank passage leading to World of Void, this crack has color, temperature, and smell.
The smell of scorched earth.
The smell of gunpowder smoke.
There was also the burning aura left over just after the battle, before the land had completely cooled down.
The picture on the other side of the rift slowly became clearer.
It was a barren plain.
The ground is full of huge craters, cracks have been torn into the rock formations, the distant skyline is obscured by black smoke, and several smoke pillars are still slowly rising.
A figure stood in the middle of the ruins, with his back to this side.
The man's figure is half a head taller than Goku, his muscles are tighter, and his shoulders are wider.
There was a dark red headband tied to his forehead, and the fabric had been stained with blood and ashes so that the true color could not be seen.
Battle Suit was broken into half, and the exposed skin was covered with scars and burn marks.
His hair stood up high, and the golden Aura was still beating around him, but it had begun to sink, flickering, as if it would fall apart at any time.
That's what it looks like when your strength is about to reach its limit.
But even so, he still stood upright.
Under his feet was a huge body.
He had purple skin, one horn was broken off, his armor was broken into pieces and scattered on the ground, his eyes turned white, and he had completely lost consciousness.
Chilled.
Ancestor of the Frieza Clan.
At this moment, he is being beaten down in the dust of a thousand years ago by a Low-Class Warrior from the future.
The golden Aura finally dimmed.
Bardock's hair returned to black, his body swayed, and he knelt on one knee.
He held his knees and gasped, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and forehead.
But he was actually smiling.
That smile was rough and wild, with a fierceness in Saiyan's bones that could not be suppressed no matter what.
This side of the rift.
Goku looked quietly at the figure kneeling in the ruins.
That figure from the back looks so much like him.
The shoulder width, waistline, curvature of the spine, and even the way of exerting force when standing and kneeling are almost the same.
Krillin glanced sideways at him.
Goku didn't say anything, but his eyes turned a little red.
Vegeta was also watching, clenching his fists loudly.
A Low-Class Warrior.
Third-class bloodline.
The lowest level looked down upon by the entire Saiyan society.
But it was this man who faced Frieza's ancestors alone a thousand years ago and fulfilled Saiyan's thousand-year dream alone.
Become the legendary Golden Warrior.
Just rely on anger and a will to never admit defeat.
Vegeta suddenly felt that his so-called royal pride seemed a bit ridiculous compared with the scene before him.
Krillin took back his right hand, the space-time rift was still hanging firmly in the air, and the scene in the ruins was clearly before everyone's eyes.
"When you're ready, go in."
Goku took a step forward, then stopped.
He turned around and looked at Gohan.
Gohan nodded slightly to him.
Goku then turned around, all the usual casualness on his face put away.
"Let's go."
Krillin was the first to step into the rift.
Goku followed closely.
Vegeta had a sullen face and stepped to keep up.
The figures of the group of people disappeared into the gaps in time and space one by one.
After the last person passed through, the crack slowly closed.
Kami's Lookout became quiet again.
Piccolo stood in the center of the square, looking at the direction where the slit of light disappeared, with deep eyes.
Mr. Popo walked to him carrying a tray with half a cup of herbal tea left on the tray.
"Master Piccolo, the tea is cold, would you like a different cup?"
Piccolo shook his head, turned around and walked towards the hall.
After taking two steps, he suddenly spoke.
"Mr. Popo."
"Huh?"
"Tell me, Krillin is about to leave this world."
Mr. Popo looked down at the tea in the tray and was silent for a while.
"Maybe so.