"Angry..."
The white light became more and more intense, and the Spirit Energy Divine Ring behind Goku's head spun faster, emitting a low hum that sounded like the resonance of the universe itself.
Goku Black raised his head.
Underneath the gray hair, in the eyes that once belonged to Goku, there was only despair.
He wanted to run away, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and even the strength to tremble was almost exhausted.
This drained body no longer obeys his orders.
"Gong..."
"Wave!"
White light poured out.
It was more like a gentle, overwhelming heavy rain that could not be resisted by any force.
The white light spread over the wasteland, and moisture seeped out from the cracks in the cracked ground; it spread over the roots of trees that had been dead for who knows how many years, and new shoots sprouted silently at the ends; it spread through the air, bringing with it the long-lost freshness that comes only after the soil has been renovated.
The white light also flooded Goku Black's body.
Zamasu feels it.
Those light particles seeped into his soul and were the voice of every life in this universe speaking to him at the same moment.
There is crying, laughter, pain, joy, the loud cries of newborns when they fall to the ground, and the long sighs of old people before they die.
There are also those mortals who were slaughtered by his own hands - at the last moment of their death, the remaining fear, the remaining unwillingness, and the remaining incomparable desire for life remained in their eyes.
Those voices are not scolding or judging.
Just tell him honestly: they once lived, once loved, and once were afraid.
The sighs of all things converged into a torrent, shattering the set of ideas he had built for countless years from its foundation.
"No..."
His gray hair began to turn into light particles from the tips and slowly dissipated.
"This is wrong... God is... order is..."
The sound became weaker and weaker, farther and farther away, as if it was carried away by the wind.
Under the baptism of white light, every cell that constitutes Goku's body gently turns into pure light particles and scatters away.
Like snow, like stardust, falling into this land that has been dead for too long.
Zamasu The outline of the soul becomes lighter and thinner in the light.
Just before it completely melted away, something in that outline seemed to finally waver.
But it's too late.
In the resonance of Will of All Things, the soul that had been eroded by hatred and arrogance for too long returned to nothingness.
Goku took back his hands and stood still.
The oppressive purple-red sky was washed away by white light, the gray clouds finally cracked, and the long-lost starlight poured down through the crack and sprinkled on this wasteland.
The white light on his body slowly converged, and his hair color returned to pure black bit by bit. After the last rotation, the Spirit Energy Divine Ring on the back of his head turned into light spots all over the sky and dispersed, blending into the surrounding air.
The orange Martial Arts Uniform is still in tatters, the wounds are still there, the coagulated blood is still there, and the marks of the sunken ribs are clearly visible, nothing is missing.
He was not healed by divine power.
But he stood there with his back straight, like the only thing in this wasteland that had not fallen.
Krillin jumped down from the rock, stepped on the green wasteland that had just emerged under his feet, and walked over.
He looked Goku up and down and was silent for two seconds.
"Why, the person became silent after the fight? It doesn't look like you."
Goku turned his head and looked at him with pure black eyes. He was silent for two seconds, then grinned, showing his iconic smile that had never changed under any circumstances.
"Hehe, I'm a little tired."
Krillin rolled his eyes.
Piccolo also walked over and stood at the edge of the land that was quietly recovering. He looked down at the buds that had just broken through the ground at his feet, and his expression became a little softer.
"This land can recover on its own."
Goku nodded, with a calm certainty in his voice. "Well, they will grow on their own."
Krillin patted Goku on the shoulder, "Okay, the cause and effect of this timeline is finally settled. Let's go, it's time to go back."
He raised his hand and lightly drew it in front of him, and a golden gap opened in the space. On the opposite side of the gap, there were the familiar white clouds and warm light of Kami's Lookout.
Goku finally turned around and took a look at the wasteland.
Starlight fell, the buds stretched silently, and the breeze passed by, bringing a little smell of grass and soil mixed with it.
He withdrew his gaze and followed Krillin into the crack.
Piccolo took the last step, and the crack closed, leaving no trace.
The three of them landed on the cloud platform of Kami's Lookout. The sun was just right and the wind was just right.
Goku took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I'm back."
Krillin moved his neck, heard a few soft sounds from the bones, and stretched. "The last timeline has also been cleaned up. Today's matter ends here."
A sound of footsteps came from deep in the corridor.
Not urgent, not slow, but with an indescribable weight. When stepping on the stone slab of the cloud platform, it seems as if every step is tapping something ancient.
Mr. Popo slowly walked out from the shadows of the corridor, wearing a white turban and a red vest. His appearance was the same as Krillin every time he saw him.
But when his dark golden round eyes fell on Krillin, his voice was low, like an ancient morning bell being struck, and it swayed out loudly, with no end in sight.
"Krillin."
Mr. Popo stopped in front of the three people, his eyes steady and heavy.
"It's time to take action here."
"Now?" Krillin asked.
Mr. Popo's tone was solemn. "The seal is decaying faster than I expected."
"After recovering my memory, my connection with Abyss was re-established. Every once in a while, I can sense the movement over there."
"It used to move once a day. Since yesterday, it has fluctuated three times an hour."
Piccolo's Staff slapped the ground hard. "Is it accelerating to break free?"
"The remaining time is three days at most." Mr. Popo nodded.
Krillin was silent for a while.
Then, he took out Communicator, his tone unquestionable.
"Bulma, call everyone to Kami's Lookout. Yes, everyone, within an hour."
An hour later.
On the wide platform of Kami's Lookout, all members of Z Fighters are present.
Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, Yamcha, each of them had a bit of solemnity on their faces.
Fat Buu was squatting on the steps, eating a huge piece of cake with concentration.
The gorgeous purple-gold patterns on his body were looming in the sunlight, as if he was breathing on his own.
Mr. Popo stood beside Krillin, with his hands behind his back, his expression ancient and calm.
Krillin looked around at everyone and got straight to the point.
"I'll keep my story short."
He raised his right hand, and the power of Martial Dao True God quickly gathered in his palm.
A wisp of light and shadow unfolded in his palm and was projected directly into the mid-air in front of everyone.