Kami's Lookout.
The afternoon sunlight slants on the white marble bricks, stretching the shadows between each brick into long black lines.
There is an everlasting tranquility in the air that belongs to high altitudes.
Krillin stood on the platform in front of the hall, next to Piccolo.
Piccolo is wearing his iconic white robe, Dragon God Staff is standing next to him.
Between his eyebrows, the golden vertical lines symbolizing Dragon God Power were quieter than usual.
But the orange-gold Dragon God Aura on her body has not completely converged, and is slowly swimming vaguely at the cuffs and collar like a living creature.
Mr. Popo stood opposite them.
As usual.
Short, dark and fat.
The white turban is tightly wrapped, and the red vest is washed cleanly.
The tea tray at your feet is arranged meticulously.
The distance between the three people is neither far nor close, forming a stable triangle.
Kami's Lookout There was no wind, and the air was as quiet as a pool of deep water that had been solidified for hundreds of millions of years.
Krillin took out the last thing from Subspace Storage Ring.
An eyeball floated in the palm of his hand, reflecting an ancient and deep luster in the sunlight.
The surface of the eyeball is covered with lines as fine as a spider web, and each line is beating slightly at an extremely slow frequency.
It seems like some ancient life form is sleeping and breathing inside.
The third Third Eye of the Demon Realm.
The last one.
Mr. Popo's eyes fell on that eyeball.
In his pure black round eyes, the dark golden pupils reflected the luster, and some beating lines slowly floated under his eyes.
Piccolo's fingers holding Staff tightened slightly, and his body subconsciously leaned forward a little.
His breathing was extremely slow, and the Azure Gem at the top of Staff glowed with a low-frequency light.
Dragon God's instinct told him that what was going to happen next would be heavy enough to crush time.
The almost imperceptible vibration coming from the stone bricks of Kami's Lookout also told him the same thing.
Krillin spoke.
"Mr. Popo, this one is yours."
Mr. Popo's expression was complicated, but he soon fell silent and returned to his unwavering appearance.
"I understand."
He stretched out his hand.
The chubby black palm was spread flat, palm facing up.
Krillin gently placed Third Eye of the Demon Realm into his palm.
The moment his eyes came into contact with Mr. Popo's skin, he let out a buzzing sound.
The sound did not come from the eyeballs, but came from the deepest part of Mr. Popo's body, from the origin of his soul.
It was like a bell that had been silent for hundreds of millions of years and was suddenly touched with a feather.
A sigh, a response.
Mr. Popo looked down at the eyeballs in the palm of his hand.
Krillin can clearly read his current state.
That's not hesitation.
Mr. Popo Such an old monster who has lived for an unknown number of years has long since disappeared from the dictionary.
That's something more complicated.
Like a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles, he looks down at his weapon that has been with him all his life for the last time before embarking on the last fateful battlefield.
It is a repeated confirmation.
Make sure you are ready.
Confirm whether you are still yourself after you come back.
Mr. Popo raised his head and the corners of his mouth moved almost imperceptibly.
"Salama's Invitation."
He read the word again with a hint of nostalgia in his tone,
"He's always like this. He never says anything to his face."
"It will just leave a bunch of inexplicable things for others to understand."
Piccolo held Staff tightly.
The moment the name "Salama" sounded from Mr. Popo's mouth, the Dragon God Source in his body almost went berserk.
The totem of Hydrangea Tree behind him erupted with dazzling light under his robe, almost burning through the white robe.
"Zhaltin is almost the same."
Mr. Popo glanced at Krillin again, his eyes meaningful.
"You don't explain what you do, and you just leave after the fight. You are really similar to him in this way."
Krillin smiled and accepted it calmly.
"Are you praising me or hurting me?"
Mr. Popo did not answer this question.
He raised Third Eye of the Demon Realm in front of his eyebrows.
His eyeballs hovered in the air an inch away from his forehead.
Dark golden light overflowed from the gap between the eyeball and Mr. Popo,
The ancient lines on both sides began to beat violently at a completely synchronous frequency.
Mr. Popo closed his eyes and pressed his eyeballs firmly.
His movements were natural, just like he puts the tea tray on the table every morning.
The moment when the eyeball touches the skin between the eyebrows.
Kami's Lookout, shaking violently.
Dazzling dark golden light burst out from the gaps in the white marble bricks.
Floors, walls, domes...
Every brick, every texture, every mark of the magic circle that has been silent for hundreds of millions of years is being completely awakened by the returning Source Power.
Because Kami's Lookout was originally built by Mr. Popo himself.
In every particle of dust in this building, his most original breath remains.
Billions of years have passed, his memory has been scattered, and his power has been shattered, but the structure of Kami's Lookout has never forgotten its creator.
Now, the creator is back.
Kami's Lookout is welcoming its owner in the most pious way.
An indescribably thick dark golden light beam suddenly shot up from the center of Mr. Popo's eyebrows!
That beam of light instantly penetrated the magic dome of Kami's Lookout, penetrated the clouds, and penetrated the atmosphere with an unparalleled gesture.
From the ground, it looks like a dark golden divine pillar supporting the heaven and earth. From the center of the sky, it plunges straight into the boundless depths of the universe.
The aura spread by the light pillar swept across the entire earth like a tsunami.
On Mount Paozu, Goku and Broly were shaking their wrists enthusiastically. Their muscles were tense and the ground under their feet was cracked.
Suddenly, Goku's hand stopped, he suddenly looked up at the sky, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
"What... is this?"
"This breath... is so quiet and heavy."
"It's not like the breath of fighting, but... like the sky itself is breathing."
Broly feels it too.
He let go of Goku's hand, his pure green eyes were full of confusion, and he stared at the dark golden light pillar in the sky that penetrated the sky and the earth.
"No hostility."
Broly has a deep voice, with intuition like Beast,
"It seems like... something very, very old is waking up."
West City.
In the cutting-edge laboratory on the fifth underground floor of Capsule Corporation, Bulma is concentrating on debugging the Space Fold parameters of the new version of Universal Capsule.
Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the laboratory, the screens of all the instruments on the table suddenly burst into red, and the pointers all reached beyond the limit value.
She glanced at the data panel of Control Console, and her pupils suddenly shrank.
The energy index has exceeded the maximum range of the instrument.
No, that can't even be called energy. The data model shows that it is a violent disturbance of "Reality Stability Coefficient".
Bulma took off his goggles, quickly rushed to the porthole, and glanced at the sky.
"Krillin..."
She muttered, frowning,
"What tricks are you doing outside again?"
She didn't panic.
In the years since she was married to Krillin, she has encountered so many scenes such as "the sky splits", "the earth shakes", and "the energy explodes" that even she can't count.
She has already developed a special ability to judge.
As long as Krillin's private Communicator does not send out an emergency signal, it means everything is still under control.
She put down her goggles, turned around and returned to the console, typing rapidly on the keyboard with both hands, trying to record the once-in-a-lifetime Laws abnormal data.