Ten Years

Ever since Wang Yang learned Broly's Protective Barrier, he could travel through the universe at will; yet, he chose to settle down and cultivate diligently, raising his combat power significantly.

Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, ten years passed.

Deep within the ocean, in a trench of immense depth where sunlight could barely reach, the surroundings were pitch black.

A figure radiating a blue glow punched and kicked through the seabed, performing various high-difficulty training maneuvers. The water surged and churned incessantly, creating a massive whirlpool on the surface of the sea.

Under pressure so immense it was hard to imagine, Wang Yang's movements remained completely unaffected.

If anyone were to see Wang Yang at this moment, they would notice that with every movement he made, the skin all over his body trembled.

The three hundred and sixty-five points on his body were stimulated by his ki, emitting warm currents that continuously strengthened his physique.

Cultivating both internally and externally—this was the result of Wang Yang integrating the cultivation characteristics of this planet with the knowledge he already possessed over the past ten years. By exercising his body while simultaneously using his own ki to temper his physique, his cultivation speed had become truly astonishing.

With no attachments and a mind free of distractions, he spent every day immersed in the thrill of his rising combat power.

These years of simple, pure living had caused Wang Yang's mindset to become far less complex and utilitarian than it had been in his previous life.

He had climbed the planet's highest peak to train in the freezing, harsh environment, and had entered volcanic craters to sear his flesh with scorching heat.

Just then, a massive golden sea fish swam over from the distance, opening its mouth to swallow the blue-glowing Wang Yang in one gulp.

Just as it was about to bite down, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Wang Yang's mouth. He instantly flashed onto the fish's body, clamping his legs like pincers around it, and steered the creature from the seabed toward the surface.

Splash!

The giant golden fish carried Wang Yang as it leaped out of the water, continuing its momentum to soar higher and higher into the sky.

Wang Yang had now grown into a youth with sword-like brows and starry eyes, his hair standing upright with two distinctive locks hanging over his forehead. Wearing loose white trousers and a bare upper body, his muscular physique was perfectly defined and pleasing to the eye.

Water droplets slid off his bronze-toned muscles, glistening with a crystal-like luster under the sunlight.

High in the air, the giant fish's eyes were filled with panic. It could not control its own body, and could only thrash its tail desperately in an attempt to shake him off.

Wang Yang landed on the ground, slaughtered the fish, started a fire, and enjoyed a hearty meal.

Once full, he clenched his fists, and the ki within his body was gradually unleashed.

"Ah!"

Wang Yang let out a loud shout, his eyes burning bright as his hair began to flutter without wind. A white aura enveloped his entire body, causing sand and stones to fly; many nearby trees groaned and bent under the pressure of his momentum, emitting creaking sounds as they reached their breaking point.

"It's Master!"

"So powerful... the gap between me and Master is growing ever wider."

At this moment, several people on the planet looked up, gazing toward the east where the sun was rising.

"Too strong! Is this Master's power?" A handsome young man stood atop the imperial palace, looking toward the East Sea in astonishment.

"Brother! Is that Brother Yang's ki? Hurry, take me there!" A beautiful young girl in palace attire stood below the palace, calling up to the youth while holding her long skirt.

"Yue'er, I call him Master, so you should call him Master as well." The youth leaped down and rubbed his nose.

"I don't care, I never kowtowed to become his disciple." The girl named Yue'er wrinkled her nose slightly and gave a light huff.

"..." The youth was left speechless.

"Hurry and take me to find him; I haven't seen Brother Yang in a long time." Yue'er hugged the youth's arm and acted spoiled.

"This... Master said he needed to train and that we shouldn't disturb him unless necessary." The youth looked troubled.

"Are you going to take me or not? If you won't, I'll go by myself." Yue'er stomped her foot and slowly flew into the air.

"Hey, hey, hey! How long do you think it'll take you to fly there at that speed?" The youth reached out toward her retreating back, then followed after her with a sigh of resignation. He had to protect this younger sister well; even if he lost an arm or a leg, he had to take care of her. If he didn't, the usually refined and easygoing War Emperor would surely blast him to bits in a fit of rage.

Feeling the terrifying, abyss-like power surging within him, Wang Yang clenched his fists and a smile touched his lips.

"I wonder what my combat power is now?" Wang Yang chuckled. He was certain, however, that his strength was not what it had been ten years ago—it was at least a hundred times greater.

He didn't know if it was due to his extraordinary bloodline or the body-tempering techniques, but he had encountered no bottlenecks at all, advancing with the speed of a rocket.

"That crybaby's combat power should just be hitting triple digits by now!" Wang Yang thought to himself with a sense of self-satisfaction.

However, when he thought of those second-generation warriors in the future who could transform into a Legendary Super Saiyan at the age of six or seven, he felt he had nothing to be proud of, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

"I wonder when I'll be able to transform into a Legendary Super Saiyan?" Wang Yang muttered to himself. As a Saiyan, how could he not yearn for that transformation?

Yet, it seemed that transforming required extreme rage while maintaining a calm mind. His own state of mind was perfectly peaceful, but he simply couldn't find that trigger of extreme fury.

Sitting cross-legged in the void, Wang Yang stroked his chin in thought.

"Forget it. Regardless, as long as my base combat power increases, it won't make much difference whether I transform sooner or later." Having failed to figure it out after a long while, he could only console himself.

Suddenly, Wang Yang's expression shifted. He looked toward the distant sky and saw two figures gradually coming into view.

"Why are you two here?" Wang Yang looked at his top subordinate and eldest disciple, Zhan Hao, the son of the War Emperor.

"Uh... I haven't seen Master in a long time and missed you, so when I sensed you releasing your ki, I came over to pay my respects." Zhan Hao gave a sheepish laugh, his eyes darting toward Yue'er from time to time.

Wang Yang understood immediately. He circled around Zhan Hao, shaking his head and nodding in turn.

"Master, please, just say what you have to say. You're making me feel very uneasy." Zhan Hao felt a chill under Wang Yang's gaze.

"You seem to have been slacking off lately," Wang Yang said, stroking his chin with a suspicious look.

"Not at all, I feel like my strength has improved quite a bit. By your standards, I definitely have a Combat Power of fifty," Zhan Hao waved his hand, offering a dry laugh.

"That's not true! Ever since you took a wife, brother, I rarely see you getting up early to cultivate anymore," Yue'er seized the opportunity to land a verbal blow.

"Haha! I suddenly remembered something I haven't finished yet. I'm off!" Unable to save face, Zhan Hao hurriedly flew away.

"The love between a man and a woman is only natural; there's nothing to be embarrassed about," Wang Yang mused with a hint of amusement. Everyone had their own preferred way of life, and one could not demand that they all prioritize cultivation above everything else just as he did.

"Brother Yang is absolutely right, the love between a man and a woman is only natural," a faint blush appeared on Yue'er's fair, delicate face. Could it be that Brother Yang had finally seen the light? That he was no longer obsessed solely with cultivation?

At her age, many were already married with children.