Mr. Popo raised his head, and the depths of his dark golden eyes seemed to reflect a sea of stars that was burning and collapsing.
"You saw it in the memory above Kami's Lookout."
"Three rays of light joined forces to seal the darkness. The green chain, the pure white nail, and the dark gold cutting line."
"How far did that seal go? All of my origins were burned away, and even my own memories were incorporated into it.
I just reluctantly cut off all connections between that thing and the outside world and locked it at the bottom of Abyss."
"But that's just a seal."
"It's still alive."
Krillin and Piccolo looked at each other.
Ancient Demon King.
As long as that thing remains, Divine Realm's door will never open.
Krillin Now I completely understand.
"So Salama sent back three eyes not to make us stronger."
"It's to make us qualified to put an end to that thing."
Mr. Popo nodded, with an imperceptible curve at the corner of his mouth, like a wry smile.
"Piccolo complements Dragon God Bloodline and can control Karmic Chains left behind by Salama."
"I restored the authority of Demon Lord and was able to reactivate the gold thread used for cutting."
"When that thing is completely eliminated, the key will be automatically activated, opening the way to the Divine Realm."
"What happens after we pass that door?" Piccolo asked.
Mr. Popo glanced at him.
"That's something that happens later. Let's get through the current hurdle first."
Krillin is organizing information rapidly in his mind.
The triple seal corresponds to three people.
Piccolo holds the dragon's chain, Mr. Popo holds Demonic Cutting Line,
And who does the third seal, Divine Will Nail left by Zhaltin, correspond to?
The answer was so obvious that he felt it was unnecessary to think about it.
Martial Dao True God.
The successor of Zhaltin.
He, Krillin.
This grand plan spanning the ages has drawn him into the center from the moment he set foot on the Demon Realm.
No, maybe from the moment Mr. Popo first saw him in Kami's Lookout,
Some kind of chain of cause and effect that spans eras has quietly rested on his shoulders.
Krillin doesn't hate this feeling.
To be honest, he was even a little excited.
999 Dimensions's Martial Dao True God Body, if it is only used to farm and raise children on the earth, it would be too wasteful.
He needs an opponent, an opponent who is truly worthy of his all-out efforts.
Ancient Demon King, can probably fill this gap.
It was at the moment when this idea took shape.
In Krillin's mind, the piece of System Panel that had been quiet for a long time suddenly lit up.
This time the light is not light blue.
It's red.
The dazzling, almost retina-burning scarlet color carries a sense of doomsday-like determination.
The text on the panel jumped out line after line, as fast as if it had been suppressed for too long and finally found an outlet for release.
[Ding! The final main line has been activated!]
[Ultimate mission]
[Task name: Final closed loop·Epochal War]
[Mission goal: Completely end Ancient Demon King and eliminate the last source of pollution from Old Era.]
[Complete conditions: destroyed, not sealed.]
[Task reward: Open the ultimate path to the Divine Realm.]
[Failure penalty: irreversible full-dimensional collapse.]
The red light flashed crazily in Krillin's mind for ten seconds before settling down.
There is also a line of small text at the bottom of the panel, using a cold and solemn golden font that is rarely used in the system.
[Final order: This is the final cause and effect of this era, the host... must end.]
Krillin hummed in his heart.
Even the system has begun to use this unquestionable commanding tone. It seems that the trouble this time is indeed serious.
He turned off System Panel, but the expression on his face did not change.
There were only Mr. Popo and Piccolo present, and neither of them knew what had just happened in his mind.
That's fine, some things don't need to be shared.
"Mr. Popo." Krillin said.
"Hmm."
"You and Buu's 999 Dimensions have just recovered. How long will it take to stabilize?"
Mr. Popo thought for a moment.
"One week. I have completed the integration here. What I need is to let my body adapt to this state again."
"Buu is a little more complicated. The four Lawss in his body have just been unified. On the surface, they look stable, but in fact they are still fine-tuning internally."
"Is one week enough?"
"Enough."
Mr. Popo gave a positive answer,
Krillin nodded. One week is not a long time window.
He turned to Piccolo. "What about you?"
Piccolo's answer is very simple.
"I don't need to be stable. The Dragon God inheritance has long been integrated with my body. The impact just now was just an emotional fluctuation and has no impact on the actual combat power."
"That's good."
Krillin clapped his hands and stood up from the steps. He took two steps outside Kami's Lookout and stood at the edge of the platform.
Looking down from this position, the arc-shaped outline of the earth is faintly visible in the gaps in the clouds.
Quiet, peaceful, noisy, warm.
This blue planet carries so many things.
His wives, his children, his friends, and all the lives woven into the destiny of Dragon Balls.
The corners of Krillin's mouth curled up, but in his eyes was a deep sea of tranquility.
"Since Mr. Popo is going to take a week off, I just happened to go take care of some personal matters."
Piccolo raised an eyebrow.
"What personal matter?"
"Clean up the timeline."
Krillin turned around and faced Mr. Popo and Piccolo.
The sunlight came from behind him, casting a not-so-tall but extremely strong shadow on the ground.
"There are a few bugs hiding in the cracks of time that I never had time to deal with."
"Take advantage of the time you have to clean them up now. This will save you from having a fire in the backyard and affecting your mood during the war."
Piccolo frowned.
"Need help?"
"Need."
Krillin looked at him,
"You and Goku are coming with me. The others can stay on Earth and make their own arrangements."
"Goku?"
"Yes. There is a trip to the future timeline, which has something to do with him. Besides,"
Krillin's tone was a little relaxed,
"That guy Mount Paozu has been so suffocated lately that he's almost moldy. If I don't take him out for a run, Chi-Chi should call and complain again."
Piccolo said nothing more.
He put Staff into his robe, and the white robes were floating gently in the breeze.
Mr. Popo squatted on the ground and began to pack away his tea tray.
"Go ahead. I'll watch what happens in the palace."
Krillin turned around and walked to the center of the platform.
His feet tapped lightly on the white marble ground, and his thoughts had extended to Mount Paozu.
Goku The steaming breath that never calms down is moving back and forth in the direction of the kitchen.
Probably competing with Chi-Chi for the side dish again.
Krillin bent down and moved his wrists, as if to warm up for the next activity.