The Gaze of a God

"Three years. Because the number of tournament participants has increased, the World Martial Arts Tournament has been changed from a five-year cycle to a three-year cycle!"

After lunch, Wuchen and Goku departed on their Flying Nimbus.

Yamcha seemed to suddenly remember something and chased after them, shouting at the sky, but the figures were already long gone.

The two brothers each rode a Flying Nimbus, arriving at the Southern Archipelago by dusk.

The spiritual energy here was even more abundant than in West City; it seemed Master Roshi had already begun spreading the teachings.

They descended directly onto the island where they had previously trained with Master Roshi and Krillin. It remained as quiet and peaceful as before.

"Old man, Krillin, Launch, we've come to visit!" Goku shouted at the top of his lungs upon spotting the two-story cottage.

Soon, Master Roshi and the others emerged from the house, accompanied by the Sea Turtle. Seeing the two brothers, everyone's faces beamed with smiles.

"Goku, Brother Wuchen, you're back!" Krillin ran up excitedly to greet them, grabbing Goku's hand and spinning around in circles.

"Goku, Wuchen, come inside quickly. We were just about to eat," Launch said, waving a spatula as she invited everyone in for a meal.

As soon as they entered, the aroma of food hit them, instantly whetting everyone's appetite.

After a whirlwind of eating, not a scrap remained on the table; even the leftover broth had been mixed into the rice.

Goku and Krillin chatted happily about their time apart, while Wuchen and Master Roshi stepped outside to discuss their grand plan for cultivation while taking a stroll.

Only the Sea Turtle remained inside, helping Launch clean up the kitchen.

"So, have the nearby islands basically received the method for generating spiritual energy?"

"Yes. Furthermore, I have appropriately passed on the methods for refining spiritual energy, opening the Consciousness Realm, and condensing the Origin Soul to a select few. These people have good character, and I made them promise not to spread it further. However, it will inevitably leak out over time. You should plan for that early."

As he spoke, Master Roshi's expression grew grave. While spreading these things was certainly beneficial, the negative impact on the vast majority of ordinary people was inevitable.

"I understand, old man, don't worry. It all comes down to balance. As cultivation becomes popularized, the gap in strength between individuals will only widen. Over time, the strong will inevitably bully the weak, or even reach the extreme of one person slaughtering the masses out of resentment."

Having stayed on Earth in the Dragon Ball world for a long time, he had no intention of completely shattering the "relatively peaceful" status quo.

"There are two main things we must do. First, minimize the existing disparity as much as possible; this can be roughly controlled through medicinal pills and cultivation techniques."

"Second, restrict the actions of the strong to the greatest extent to prevent extreme events. This can only be achieved through absolute force."

The two discussed the details of these two main directions for two days, arriving at a preliminary strategy.

However, it could not be implemented yet; they at least had to wait for those who had already received the techniques to grow stronger and serve as a supporting force.

Leaving behind some pills and taking some medicinal herbs, Wuchen bid farewell to everyone with Goku.

He and Goku also needed to enter seclusion to digest their recent gains.

"Someone's here!" However, when they arrived at the Mount Paozu cottage, they were shocked to find a person standing at the door.

The figure was pitch black, with pointed, upright ears and eyes like marbles. Dressed in a white hat, white pants, and a red vest, his physique was round like a ball.

"Who are you?" Even Goku was surprised by this appearance, his eyes widening.

Wuchen followed up by asking, "May I ask what you are here for?"

"Greetings, I am Mr. Popo. The Guardian sent me to find you." The person was indeed Mr. Popo.

"The Guardian?" Wuchen was slightly stunned. He had heard of him; he had heard Korin mention him once while chatting.

"May I ask why the Guardian is looking for us?" According to Korin, the Guardian managed all worldly affairs but was rarely known to the world. As such, he shouldn't reveal himself easily.

"I cannot say for sure. Come with me to the Lookout, and the Guardian will tell you himself." Mr. Popo jumped onto a flying carpet and gestured for the two to step on as well.

"Then we shall trouble Mr. Popo to lead the way." The brothers exchanged a glance, and Wuchen nodded slightly. They jumped onto their respective Flying Nimbus and signaled for Mr. Popo to lead.

Soon, Mr. Popo brought the two above Korin Tower.

Wuchen could not sense Korin's presence at all; it seemed the hermit had truly gone on a journey.

"Insert the Power Pole there, and you will be able to reach the Lookout," Mr. Popo said, pointing to a hole at the top of Korin Tower.

"Goku, go ahead." After a moment of hesitation, Wuchen had Goku take out the Power Pole and follow Mr. Popo's instructions.

Goku placed the pole, and it began to extend on its own, shooting up into the blue sky.

At this moment, Mr. Popo spoke again, seemingly explaining to them, "Outsiders cannot enter the Lookout, nor can they discover its existence. Only when the Power Pole is returned to its place will the Lookout appear, allowing outsiders to enter."

Hearing Mr. Popo refer to them as "outsiders" repeatedly, Wuchen felt less guarded.

He did not know what kind of person the Guardian was, but Mr. Popo was quite similar to Goku in some respects—his way of speaking was more direct and less subtle.

"Let's go up." With one on a carpet and two on clouds, they flew upward along the Power Pole.

A moment later, a massive sphere appeared in their line of sight. At first glance, the Power Pole looked like a thin string tethering a giant balloon.

As they flew to the other side, the brothers realized the "sphere" was sliced in half—it was a hemisphere. The flat side faced the sky, forming a wide platform.

On the platform stood three buildings—one large and two small. They were not particularly tall, but they were unique and aesthetically pleasing.

Three open-air corridors connected to the three entrances of the main building.

Behind it were the two smaller structures, which appeared to be storage rooms.

At the same time, the entire platform was cleverly laid out, featuring greenery and a sufficiently wide, level space for activities.

"Wait here for a moment; I will go ask the Guardian to come out." Mr. Popo left the two to wait and entered the main hall.

Goku looked around, filled with curiosity. Wuchen also examined his surroundings carefully; honestly, he thought this place was quite nice too.

Before long, Mr. Popo emerged. Accompanying him was someone with an even more peculiar appearance.

That person's skin was green, with pale yellow highlights on his bulging muscles, interspersed with red markings. He had large ears, a sharp face, and a protruding cranium topped with antennae!

That person, who was none other than Kami, spoke slowly to the two brothers.

"You have arrived. I have been observing you both for a long time."