The Encounter in the Supreme Kai World

He raised his head, his gaze landing on the face of Kibito Kai, and said two words indifferently: "Lead the way."

The stone that had been weighing on Kibito Kai's heart finally fell to the ground.

He let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing along with it.

Lowering his head with a smile that held a touch of vernal gentleness—like the natural sensation of a breeze brushing across a lake—he said, "Follow me."

Once he finished speaking, he extended the index finger of his right hand and tapped it lightly against the center of his brow.

The moment his fingertip touched his skin, he closed his eyes, and a pale golden light shimmered between his brows.

Space seemed to pause for a moment; invisible ripples spread out from him as the center, and even the dust in the air appeared to be frozen in place.

He held his breath and focused his mind, his soul traversing the void to carefully search for the unique aura of Jiang Che—that profound and scorching presence, like ancient stars mixed with the rising morning sun, standing out with exceptional clarity.

Before long, Kibito Kai slowly opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting a scene of tranquility.

But upon seeing Jiang Che, he froze—Jiang Che was standing three steps away, arms crossed over his chest, a faint, mocking smile hanging on his lips, his eyes filled with a playful glint as if he were enjoying an interesting one-man show.

"What is it?" Kibito Kai frowned slightly, his expression one of confusion and slight unease.

The lingering warmth of his fingertip remained on his brow, but the confidence he had felt just moments ago had clearly been stirred by Jiang Che's smile.

"Nothing." Jiang Che shook his head lightly, his hair swaying in the breeze.

His smile deepened slightly, his tone indifferent yet carrying a hint of meaning, "I just think that you Supreme Kais' teleportation seems quite troublesome."

"Troublesome?" Kibito Kai blinked, his brow furrowing even tighter.

He subconsciously looked down at the fingers he had rested on his shoulder, then raised his eyes to look at Jiang Che, his face full of bewilderment, "This is already the fastest method; crossing the galaxy takes only a single thought. In the entire universe, there are only a few ways of moving faster than this."

Jiang Che did not respond, nor did he offer an explanation.

He simply said indifferently: "Let's go."

Kibito Kai was stunned, but he immediately stopped speaking.

He took a deep breath, pressed his right hand onto Jiang Che's shoulder, and applied a slight pressure with his fingertips—the shoulder bone felt solid and warm.

His voice was very low, as if afraid of disturbing something: "Let's go."

Before his words had even landed, the surrounding space twisted violently.

The air seemed to be crumpled by an invisible giant hand, the light became distorted, and the scenery all around flowed away like melting paint.

The figures of the two turned into a streak of light, like a meteor streaking across the sky, leaving only rotating afterimages in their original spot.

The next second, everything went quiet, as if even the sound of the wind had arrived a step too late.

Supreme Kai World.

Jiang Che slowly opened his eyes.

What greeted him was a magnificent starry sky—those stars were much brighter than those in the mortal realm, silver-white, pale blue, and purple-red interweaving into a river of light, circulating in the night sky like an endless scroll of painting.

Beneath his feet was not soil or rock, but a kind of translucent glaze, smooth and warm, emitting a pale blue fluorescence, as if the entire land were a giant gemstone suspended in the void.

The air was permeated with an ancient and mysterious aura, like a mixture of agarwood and glacial meltwater, and every breath caused an indescribable sense of solemnity to well up in his chest.

He looked around, his gaze finally resting on a magnificent temple.

The temple was built from strange silver-gray stone, its surface covered in dense runes and reliefs that pulsed faintly under the starlight, as if they were living things.

The roof of the temple towered into the clouds, its spire piercing the firmament, and a gemstone the size of a fist at the tip emitted a soft, constant light, like the eye of the entire temple, silently watching everyone who stepped into this realm.

"Is this the Supreme Kai World?" Jiang Che's voice echoed in the air, filled with obvious curiosity.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the glazed ground beneath his feet, the distant stars, and the temple, his eyes full of inquiry and appreciation.

"That's right." Kibito Kai stood beside him, his hands hanging naturally, his back straight, an irrepressible pride appearing on his face.

He pointed to a spot in the distant sea of stars, his tone filled with reverence, "This is one of the oldest divine realms in the universe, dating back to the ancient era. As galaxies are born and perish and time flows on, this place has always stood firm, witnessing the rise and fall of countless epochs."

"Not bad at all." Jiang Che nodded, his gaze sharp as a torch.

His clothes fluttered loudly in the breeze, and the stray hair on his forehead was lifted, revealing a pair of eyes with swirling, deep light.

On the stone steps at the entrance of the temple stood an old man, short in stature but possessing an extraordinary bearing.

He leaned on a pitch-black wooden staff, the head of which was carved into a large bird with wings spread, the texture so exquisite it looked as if it were about to take flight.

The old man's face was covered in wrinkles, each one etched by time, recording the passage of wind and frost.

He wore a strange hat—the brim was wide like an inverted lotus leaf, the top of the hat rising high, and a few strands of silver-white hair hung from beneath the brim, which, paired with the long beard on his chest, gave him an air of immortal, dignified majesty.

His eyes were half-closed, his lids drooping, yet that sharp gaze still pierced through the slits to land directly on Jiang Che.

"So you are the brat who turned into a Super Saiyan God?" Old Supreme Kai spoke, his voice sounding as if it had traveled across countless ages; it was hoarse and low, yet carried an irrefutable majesty, as if every word were a law of heaven and earth.

He tapped his staff lightly against the ground, a crisp "thud" ringing out, the echo lingering for a long time in the open space before the temple.

Jiang Che crossed his arms over his chest, a cold, subtle smile on his lips, his tall, straight figure casting a long shadow in the dim light of the temple.

His eyes were as calm as a deep pool, without the slightest hint of retreat.

"It's me, so what?" His voice was neither loud nor soft, each word like a pebble dropped into a lake, sending ripples spreading outward.

The Old Supreme Kai's eyes, usually clouded, suddenly sharpened with a piercing glint like lightning in the night sky.

He did not rush to speak, instead walking slowly forward, each step landing on the stone floor with a low, heavy thud.

Stopping three feet in front of Jiang Che, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Che like a blade—from the tips of his hair to his sleeves, and down to his dust-covered boots, as if he were trying to pierce through the physical shell to find the truth sealed within his bloodline.

After a brief silence, the Old Supreme Kai spoke, his voice raspy but clear: "Kid, transform for me and let me see."

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He did not answer immediately, tilting his head to look at the cobwebs on the ceiling of Kami's Lookout, as if pondering something.

The wind blew in from outside the temple, causing his robes to snap and flutter.

"You sought me out just to watch me transform?" he countered, his tone laced with mockery.