Ascetic Cultivation in the Supreme Kai World

Jiang Che said nothing, his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

There was not a hint of confusion in his expression—one could tell that he had already rehearsed this scene in his mind countless times.

For the next half month, the Supreme Kai World seemed to have transformed into a massive training ground for ki.

The air was filled with fluctuations, as if the entire world were breathing and flowing.

At the break of dawn, on the plaza outside Kami's Lookout, the sun had barely begun to rise, and the edge of the sky was just starting to show a faint, pale light.

Jiang Che sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes tightly shut, his breathing long and steady, his hands resting casually on his knees.

A few small birds with golden feathers flew overhead, the sound of their wings slicing through the air so faint that an ordinary person would never have heard it.

His divine ki slowly extended outward—like invisible tentacles, crawling over distant mountains, piercing through thick layers of clouds, and even stretching into the depths of the universe.

He could feel the thin barrier at the edge of the Supreme Kai World, catch the faint terrestrial energy within the rock layers beneath Kami's Lookout, and even perceive the life force of a planet on the other side of the galaxy that was on the verge of fading away.

Old Supreme Kai stood behind him, leaning on his staff, occasionally offering a word of guidance: "Don't use your eyes; rely on your heart. Ki is something invisible, but it has temperature, weight, and its own vibration frequency. Once you truly resonate with it, the target's location will light up like a ball of fire."

Jiang Che still didn't speak, but instead, his brow slowly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

A week later, he performed his first Instant Transmission directly from the high platform of Kami's Lookout to the desolate rocky peak at the edge of the Supreme Kai World.

In that instant, he vanished from his spot, leaving only a tiny ripple in the air.

On the summit of the rocky peak, his figure reappeared instantly; the entire process was so fast that it felt like a mere blink of an eye—leaving no trace behind, not even a flutter of his clothes.

Half a month later, Jiang Che was already capable of performing long-distance Instant Transmission at will.

He no longer needed to deliberately lock onto a ki; as long as he imagined the target location in his mind—whether it was a forest, a city, or a specific mountain peak—his divine ki seemed to have a consciousness of its own, bringing him there directly and accurately every time.

That day, the sun had already dipped to the west, and the orange-red light shone through Kami's Lookout, dyeing the white jade steps with a warm glow.

Jiang Che had just finished his final practice, his figure vanishing from the horizon like a streak of light, and in the next instant, he stood steadily in the center of Kami's Lookout.

His feet were shoulder-width apart, his stance stable, as if he had been there all along.

A breeze blew in through the open doors of the lookout, gently lifting the stray hair on his forehead.

But just then, a strange sense of tension suddenly poured down like cold water.

The air had changed—the tranquility from before was gone, replaced by an indescribable sense of oppression.

Under the colonnade on the other side of the lookout, Kibito Kai was rushing over desperately.

His pristine white Supreme Kai robes were fluttering wildly in the wind, his face full of anxiety, sweat beads dripping from his forehead, his breathing ragged.

"Old Supreme Kai, Old Supreme Kai!" Kibito Kai's voice trembled, echoing through the empty lookout, "Something has happened... on Earth!"

Old Supreme Kai was standing before the crystal ball; hearing this, he turned abruptly, his white eyebrows knitting together, his gaze sharp. "What's the rush? Speak slowly, what exactly happened?"

"Son Goku and Baby are fighting!" Kibito Kai rushed to Old Supreme Kai, hands clenched, his voice frantic and disjointed. "I saw it clearly in the Surveillance Mirror—Son Goku is no match for Baby at all; he's already covered in wounds. Even in his Super Saiyan 3 form, he can't break through Baby's defense. Baby is even fighting with his hands behind his back!"

Old Supreme Kai's expression darkened instantly, his wrinkles seeming to deepen.

He didn't ask any more questions, gripping his staff tightly as he walked quickly into the depths of the lookout.

The millstone-sized crystal ball sat quietly on its stone pedestal, entwined with golden runic threads.

Old Supreme Kai approached the crystal ball, swept his withered hand lightly over its surface, and recited an ancient incantation.

A mist immediately surged into the crystal ball, gray-white and churning, before quickly becoming clear and bright.

The first image appeared—heavy, lead-gray clouds hanging over a devastated wasteland.

The ground was crisscrossed with cracks, looking much like an ugly spiderweb, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of burning.

Jiang Che walked over, arms crossed over his chest, standing three steps away from the crystal ball, his gaze fixed intently on the image.

The view zoomed in further.

On a wasteland on Earth, two figures were locked in a fierce battle.

Son Goku was now in his Super Saiyan 3 form—his long, golden hair standing on end and dancing like wheat waves in a gale, his body wreathed in dazzling golden lightning. Every time the current sliced through the air, it emitted a crisp crackle, even setting the grass roots on fire.

His muscles were taut, pale flames of rage burning in his eyes, and every punch and kick he threw carried a shrill whistle that tore through the air.

Opposite him, Baby stood with his arms folded, looking disdainful, as if he were merely watching the scenery in his own backyard.

Son Goku's fists rained down like a storm—each strike causing the air to explode, sending debris and dirt from the wasteland flying into the air in a cloud of dust.

Yet, Baby didn't move an inch.

The dark green aura around him was like an impenetrable iron wall; every time it was struck, it only rippled slightly before vanishing.

"Is that all you've got?" Baby's mouth curled into a mocking smile, his eyes looking down as if watching a bug struggle.

Before he had even finished speaking, Baby suddenly thrust out his right hand, moving so fast that the air couldn't even react, leaving only an afterimage.

He accurately caught the fist Son Goku had thrown, his five fingers closing, causing the bones to creak.

Son Goku's expression changed abruptly, his pupils contracting.

Baby gave a light flick, as if brushing dust off his hand.

Son Goku went spinning through the air like a stone launched from a catapult, crashing into the ground and causing it to explode; dirt and rocks shot into the sky, and the heavy impact made the image in the crystal ball shake.

Old Supreme Kai stared fixedly at the crystal ball, his brow furrowed even deeper, his knuckles white against his staff.

Jiang Che remained standing, but his gaze sharpened, becoming like a blade unsheathed in silence, faintly radiating a sense of danger.

The ground cracked rapidly, sending gravel scattering in all directions as dust surged like a giant wave, blotting out the sky.

Fissures spread out like a spiderweb, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and pulverized rock.

Son Goku struggled to prop his body up amidst the ruins, his hands pressing against the rubble with his fingertips buried in the cracks, blood streaming down his arms.

His entire body trembled, his knees buckling until he nearly collapsed, but he gritted his teeth and held his ground.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto the scorched earth with a faint "drip-drop" sound.

His eyes burned with unwillingness, his pupils deep with stubbornness and rage.