Kami's Lookout's vibrations stopped abruptly at this moment.
The dark golden light patterns in the gaps between the stone bricks also receded like the tide and returned to silence.
The wind started blowing again. The clouds above the white building dispersed, and the warm sunshine shone down again.
Mr. Popo stood in place.
Still so short.
Still so fat.
The headscarf is still white and the vest is still red.
But his eyes changed.
The dark golden lines in those round eyes no longer surged and completely settled down.
He raised his hand and looked at his palm.
The palms of my hands are clean and no different from before.
But in the lines of the palm prints, there is an almost imperceptible dark golden light, which is slowly flowing in the deepest part.
Mr. Popo clenched his fist and then released it.
He turned to look at Piccolo.
Piccolo is still stuck in place like a pillar.
Staff stopped shaking, but it was clear that he had not recovered from the shock just now.
"Boy." Mr. Popo called out.
Piccolo's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
After decades of living, this was the first time that he was called "boy" so naturally, but he still couldn't think of a single thought to refute.
"... what's the matter?"
"You asked me before if I knew Salama."
"Hmm."
Mr. Popo's voice was as steady as if he was talking about a small thing that happened a long time ago but has never been forgotten.
"He doesn't talk much. Just like you, he talks a lot. But he is never vague about what he should do."
Piccolo didn't reply.
He looked at Mr. Popo's pair of dark golden eyes that had restored the personality of Ancient Sovereign, and an indescribable and complicated emotion surged in his chest.
Krillin spoke at the right time.
"Mr. Popo, how do you feel?"
Mr. Popo looked down at his body.
Short, round, dark and fat.
Compared with the master who was in charge of Demonic Laws hundreds of millions of years ago, there is no change in appearance.
"Very good." Mr. Popo said.
He bent down and picked up a cup of tea from the tea tray at his feet.
The tea in the cup had already cooled down, so he didn't care and just took a sip.
Krillin frowned. "Stop drinking it, the tea is getting cold."
Mr. Popo glanced at him, his eyes were ancient and peaceful.
"Well, herbal tea has the taste of herbal tea."
Krillin curled his lips helplessly.
Mr. Popo finished the cup of herbal tea.
When the cup was placed back on the tea tray, the sound of the clinking porcelain was particularly clear in the silent Kami's Lookout.
Piccolo stood on the spot supporting Staff. The light of Hydrangea Tree's totem behind him had converged, but his breathing was not completely smooth yet.
The impact of that primordial memory just now was so violent that Dragon God Source is still buzzing in his blood.
Like a big river that has just experienced its flood peak, there are still residual waves on the river.
Every heartbeat made him feel that he had some ancient resonance with the sky and the depths of the more distant universe.
Krillin stood in front of Mr. Popo and asked the doubts in his heart.
"Mr. Popo, Salama crossed the epoch and sent back the three Third Eye of the Demon Realm. What was your plan?"
Mr. Popo did not answer immediately.
He knelt down and straightened the cups on the tea tray.
Teapots, teacups, saucers, everything was returned to its proper place by him.
After placing the tea tray, Mr. Popo straightened up and looked at Krillin with his pair of dark golden round eyes that had regained his dominant position.
"Three eyes, three uses."
He stretched out a fat black finger, and on the fingertip, an almost invisible ray of dark golden energy was swirling.
"The first one is Dragon Clan." He looked at Piccolo.
Piccolo hugged Staff, and the golden lines between his eyebrows were slightly hot due to his gaze.
"Dragon Clan's bloodline has been passed down for countless generations. By your generation, it has become so thin that only a shadow remains."
"The third eye Salama sent back contains the purest First-generation Dragon God Laws Fragments."
"After you fused it, the blood concentration was forcibly brought back to the source level."
Mr. Popo's eyes seemed to penetrate Piccolo's body and see the Hydrangea Tree that was growing vigorously deep in his soul.
"To put it bluntly, the bloodline you have now is no different in quality from the first batch of Salama children back then."
"Boom!"
Piccolo felt a loud noise in his mind, Dragon God Source Power moved in response,
A majestic orange-gold aura overflowed from his body, turning into a dragon-shaped shadow that circled behind him before slowly dissipating.
He has long known that his Dragon God inheritance has an extraordinary origin.
But the weight of these six words "no difference in quality" still made him feel a shiver originating from the depths of his blood.
Mr. Popo Put out your second finger.
"The second one is for myself."
"You have just finished reading this, no need to explain anymore."
"I have lost my memory for too long, and the core Laws was shattered into pieces. This eye has restored the most critical part."
He loosened his two fingers and replaced them with flat palms, palms facing up.
"The really important thing is the third one."
Krillin raised his eyebrows. He could feel that when Mr. Popo said "the third one",
Majin Buu far away from West City Capsule Corporation, the breath of 999 Dimensions that had just stabilized produced a subtle beat.
The third one is the one fused by Buu.
Krillin finally got the answer to the question in his heart today.
Mr. Popo's voice is lowered.
"The third one is not entirely prepared for Buu."
Krillin and Piccolo were slightly startled at the same time.
Mr. Popo looked up at the sky. The afternoon sunlight was just right and there were no clouds in the sky.
"It's more like a key."
"Key to the Divine Realm."
When this sentence came out of Mr. Popo's mouth, a subtle change occurred in the air of Kami's Lookout.
It was as if an invisible hand plucked the strings of the universe, emitting a low and ancient vibrato.
On the head of Piccolo's Staff staff, the deep blue gem lit up for a moment and then quickly dimmed.
"Divine Realm?" Piccolo frowned, his voice a little dry, "What you said is..."
"It's the place you want." Mr. Popo interrupted him, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.
"The place where Salama and Zhaltin went after leaving this era."
"It is higher than World of Void where Zeno is, and farther than the farthest Staff of Grand Priest can shine."
"A place that only existed in legends of the previous era."
"Or to put it another way, it was the destination that those two chose for themselves after sealing Ancient Demon King and completing the foundation of this era."
Krillin's mind is racing.
Divine Realm.
Salama.
Zhaltin.
These keywords are strung together, and the previously scattered clues begin to fit together automatically.
The grandeur and precision of the design, which spanned an entire era, even made him a little amazed.
"So, we actually already have the key to the God Realm." Krillin confirmed.
"Yes." Mr. Popo nodded,
"But I have the key, but the door can't be opened directly."
"The door leading to the Divine Realm has its own rules."
"No matter you are 999 Dimensions or in any dimension, as long as there are still Old Era pollution sources in this universe, the door will not be open to any Lower World life."
"Even if you hold the key in your hand, the door will recognize the key but not you."
Krillin caught the keyword.
"The source of pollution from Old Era?"