Super Saiyan God

"What are the conditions?" Jiang Che asked, eyeing the other party vigilantly with his arms crossed over his chest, not relaxing in the slightest.

"Transform for me first," Old Supreme Kai blinked, a cunning smile appearing on his face that only an old rascal would have.

He tapped his cane against the floor and leaned forward.

"I have to confirm whether you are truly qualified to learn this technique." He drawled his words, his tone tinged with a mix of testing and anticipation, his breathing even growing shallow.

Jiang Che smiled, his demeanor casual. "Easy enough." He nodded, his hair swaying with the movement.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood firm, feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, toes pressed tightly against the ground as if he had taken root.

He took a deep breath, his chest slowly expanding, and let out a "hissing" sound as he exhaled.

The candles in the hall dimmed, as if the light were being sucked toward him.

The next second, a layer of crimson aura erupted around him.

This aura was not violent; instead, it flowed quietly like magma churning deep beneath the sea, hiding terrifying power within its gentleness.

Its edges swayed softly, as if caressing the air, blowing away the dust on the ground and carving out a soft ring of light.

A warmth rose in the air, as if the surrounding temperature had climbed.

Immediately after, Jiang Che's hair turned bright red, each strand appearing as if dyed by fire, shimmering from root to tip.

His eyes changed as well—the pupils were likewise crimson, and the bloodshot veins in the whites of his eyes seemed to have melted away, the entire eyeball radiating a deep and noble light.

His eyebrows, eyelashes, and even the texture of his skin were brushed with a faint divine glow; he looked as if he were wrapped in a veil of divinity.

Super Saiyan God—complete!

Old Supreme Kai's pupils contracted. His body, which had been lazily leaning against the chair, suddenly stiffened, and his cane nearly fell to the floor; fortunately, he gripped it at the last moment, his knuckles turning white.

His lips parted slightly, an "uh" stuck in his throat, and his aged eyes reflected the crimson aura, his breathing stopping for several seconds.

"Th-this is..." His voice trembled, unable to believe it. "It really is a Super Saiyan God!"

He tapped his cane on the floor again, as if afraid he were dreaming.

Kibito Kai was also stunned, his mouth hanging open in an "O" shape, sweat beading on his forehead as his gaze darted between Jiang Che and Old Supreme Kai.

His palms were slick with sweat, nearly twisting the fabric near his belt.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses and asked Old Supreme Kai in a low voice, his tone masking uncontrollable shock: "Lord Old Supreme Kai, what exactly... is this guy's background?"

He subconsciously took half a step back; that crimson light made him feel pressured.

Old Supreme Kai shook his head, his beard trembling slightly against his chest.

He didn't rush to answer, his eyes still locked on Jiang Che. Those murky pupils suddenly lit up, as if ignited.

He muttered lowly, his voice soft yet rendered crystal clear by the silence in the hall: "I don't know either... but I can be certain that this boy will absolutely change the world in the future..."

His cane tapped the floor again with a "thud," as if stamping that statement.

The wind blew in from outside the hall, causing the candlelight to flicker. Jiang Che's silhouette was cast onto the wall, the crimson outline stretched long and large, covering almost the entire space.

The sky of the Supreme Kai World was cloudless and pure, like a sapphire polished countless times.

Sunlight spilled through the window lattices of the hall roof, casting interlacing patterns of light and shadow on the ground.

An ancient and solemn feeling permeated the air; even time seemed to flow more slowly here.

Jiang Che stood in the center of the high platform, his crimson Super Saiyan God form like a raging flame, his hair glowing, his body wreathed in extraordinary divine ki.

He took another deep breath, and the crimson radiance vanished like a receding tide. His hair returned to black, the golden aura around him retracted, and finally, only a tall, quiet figure remained.

Old Supreme Kai leaned on his wooden cane, which was taller than himself, standing three steps away from Jiang Che.

His face was full of wrinkles, his eyes wide, the shock still lingering in his pupils.

He slowly raised a hand to stroke his white beard, which hung down to his knees, his voice filled with uncontrollable tremors: "I have lived for so many years and seen countless battles and geniuses, yet I never expected to see the legendary Super Saiyan God with my own eyes in this lifetime... This is an existence that even the Supreme Kai Scriptures only mentioned in passing."

Jiang Che clapped his hands, brushing off non-existent dust from his sleeves, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing the weather. "You've seen enough, right? Can you teach me Instant Transmission now? I don't want to waste any more time."

Old Supreme Kai was pulled back to reality by these words. The corners of his mouth twitched, seemingly helpless at Jiang Che's nonchalance, but he nodded. "I keep my word. Since I promised you, I naturally won't go back on it."

He paused, squinting as he sized Jiang Che up again, his beard-stroking slowing down. "Hmm... you have truly surprised me. Your divine ki is already stabilized to a very high level, and even your basic meridians are clear. Learning Instant Transmission shouldn't be difficult—it will be much easier than teaching those useless fools who can't even sense ki."

"Then let's begin." Jiang Che walked directly to the open space in the center of the hall, his legs naturally apart, hands hanging at his sides, his gaze calm as he looked at Old Supreme Kai.

Old Supreme Kai sighed and walked over step by step, his cane tapping the floor with a rhythmic "thud-thud."

He stood before Jiang Che, raised his cane to draw a vague circle on the floor, and began to explain—his tone slow, his expression serious, every word sounding as if it had been dug out from ten thousand years of memory.

"First, you must understand—Instant Transmission is, in essence, absolutely not a spatial jump."

He held up two withered fingers. "Look at the sky in the distance; the clouds are drifting, but you cannot reach them in one step. If you imagine space as a sheet of paper, find the location of the ki on that paper, and then connect your own ki to that target point... it is like this."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and a ball of pale purple energy danced in his palm.

The next moment, his figure suddenly vanished, without warning, as if the air had simply erased him.

In less than a second, he reappeared in the same spot, his cane landing in the exact same position without the slightest deviation.

"See? It is not about tearing through space to get there, but sensing the existence of ki, 'folding' the space between yourself and the target—like folding a piece of paper so that two points overlap, and then simply taking a step to arrive."

Old Supreme Kai squinted. "The difference is, you don't need to fold the whole sheet of paper. You only need to find the resonance point of the ki, wrap yourself in divine ki, and then... take that step."