Imperial Might Descends, Ancestors Whisper

The wind across the entire firmament fell deathly silent in this moment.

The thunderous energy blasts, the roar of starship engines, and the sharp ringing of clashing fists and feet that had filled the air just a moment ago vanished without a trace.

Between heaven and earth, only a suffocating silence remained, originating from the depths of the soul. It pressed heavily upon every inch of land and the heart of every living creature. The swaying leaves of the mountain forests froze in mid-air, the dust and gravel dancing in the sky suddenly locked in place, and even the restless energy particles in the air fell completely still under the weight of such extreme majesty.

The aura surging from the deep reaches of space was overbearing, icy, and indifferent to all things.

It was not the wild, bloodthirsty nature of a Saiyan, nor the cold, treacherous chill of the Nether Killing Art; it was the unique, absolute supremacy of an emperor who held the power of life and death over billions of star systems.

Frieza!

Without needing any prompt, this name—which made the entire North Galaxy tremble in fear—instantly surfaced in the hearts of everyone present.

High in the air, Gilos, who had just been gathering his strength in a rage, preparing to burn his combat power for a final, desperate strike, felt his killing intent instantly dissipate. His powerful body, possessing a combat power of 9,500, trembled uncontrollably. All the arrogance, ruthlessness, and unwillingness on his face were replaced in an instant by extreme terror.

As Frieza's personal guard captain, having followed the Emperor into battle for many years, he knew better than anyone what this aura represented.

This was no projection, no proxy sent by a subordinate.

It was Frieza himself, descending upon Earth in person!

"No... impossible..." Gilos's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he muttered, his eyes losing all luster. "A mere low-class indigenous planet, a simple cleanup of a stray Saiyan survivor... how could the Emperor cross the galaxy to come here himself..."

When he was ordered to set out, he had only received a simple directive to mop up the remnants. From start to finish, he had never imagined that this trivial matter would alarm Frieza, who sat upon his throne overlooking the sea of stars.

In this moment, he finally understood.

From the very beginning, he had been nothing more than a discarded pawn.

The Emperor had never expected him to kill the mutated Saiyan. The only reason he was sent with a team was to use an elite squad and a few expendable lives to test the trump cards of this half-breed Saiyan hiding on Earth, to force out his full potential, and to lock down every variable on this planet.

Their fighting, their confrontation, their stalemate—it had all been under Frieza's control from the very start.

Above the clouds, the indifference on the face of the black-haired Saiyan, Kallen, shattered completely. For the first time, his arrogant eyes were stained with gravity. The restless purple aura around him was tightly suppressed, not daring to leak even a fraction. His combat power of 8,700 felt as insignificant as a firefly before the moon in the face of the Emperor's might.

"Descending in person... Frieza would actually leave the Throne Sector for a mutated bloodline."

Kallen's voice was low, laced with incredulous dread. Having spent years chasing ancient prophecies and investigating countless ruins of the Saiyan race, he knew deep down how much Frieza feared the Super Saiyan. The tyrant preferred to sit in his lair to secure his hegemony rather than venture into remote sectors. Today's actions were proof that Lin Chen's unique bloodline had already threatened the very foundation of his rule.

Beside him, the golden-haired full-power Super Saiyan's expression finally turned solemn as well.

His previous air of ease and detached observation had vanished. The golden aura around him layered and surged, crackling with electricity as he pushed his defenses to the absolute limit. Having lived through a long age, he had witnessed the destruction of Planet Vegeta and seen Frieza wipe out the entire Saiyan civilization with his own hands; he knew better than anyone how terrifying this cosmic emperor truly was.

The opponent's strength could never be defined by a simple combat power reading.

In the blink of an eye, the situation on the entire battlefield had been completely overturned.

The four-way stalemate collapsed the moment the true hegemon arrived.

At the edge of the dense forest, Bulma felt her hands and feet go cold. The detector in her trembling hands went black and died, unable to withstand the terrifying pressure that crushed the sector. Though she didn't understand the gap in cosmic-level combat power, she instinctively knew that they had provoked an existence they absolutely could not afford to offend.

Goku also ceased all movement, his small body stiff and tense as he subconsciously hid behind Lin Chen. For the first time in his innocent perception, the true fear of "death" emerged—a suffocating sensation that no opponent or killing intent had ever brought him before.

Lin Chen stood in the center of the battlefield, his heart pounding violently.

His unhealed wounds throbbed with pain. His peak combat power of 6,000 remained firmly rooted within his limbs and bones, yet under the weight of the Emperor's aura, he felt like a lone boat in a hurricane, ready to be torn apart at any moment.

But he did not retreat.

He did not take a single step back.

The deeper the desperation, the more the pride in his Saiyan blood boiled. Having survived the destruction of Planet Vegeta, endured exile in the cosmos, and broken through his limits in the face of death, he was not a man who would kneel and accept his fate under pressure.

More importantly, at the moment Frieza's imperial aura blanketed the world, the will of his ancestors, which had been silent for ten thousand years, finally awakened deep within his blood.

Hum—

A silent tremor erupted from the deepest depths of his marrow and blood.

It was not the roar of an energy explosion, but an ancient resonance spanning the river of time, flowing through his meridians and washing over his flesh, his aura, and his soul.

The fragmented, broken ancient memories in his mind instantly stitched themselves together, merging into a complete whole.

Scenes sealed away for ten thousand years flooded into his mind with crystal clarity.

The ancient Saiyan golden age, where his kin conquered the stars and expanded their territory, their bloodline flourishing with countless prodigies; the birth of factional divisions, the escalation of ideological conflicts, kin turning blades against kin, and the flames of war consuming their home planet; the infiltration of foreign enemies, ambitious traitors colluding with outsiders to sell out the race's lifeline, dragging the prosperous Saiyan civilization into the abyss; and the final battle, where several ancestors fought to the death to cover the retreat, sealing the origin of their race with their own lives, leaving behind the last spark of the mutated bloodline, waiting for the day to restart their destiny and wash away the injustice.

"A thousand years of dormancy... the last mutated descendant... finally revealed..."

A vast, ancient, weary, yet incredibly firm whisper echoed directly in Lin Chen's consciousness, unheard by anyone else.

This was the last remnant of the ancient Saiyan ancestors' soul, crossing ten thousand years of time to finally meet the successor of destiny.

Lin Chen's mind shook violently, a roar echoing in his head.

He finally understood his destiny completely.

He was not merely a transmigrator with a mutation; he was the only spark of hope left by the ancient Saiyan ancestors, who had gambled the fate of their entire race on him. His bloodline carried the hope of overturning betrayal, ending slavery, and restoring the glory of his people.

What Frieza had destroyed was merely the decaying, broken remnants of the modern Saiyan race.

What flowed in his veins was the oldest, purest ancestral bloodline that carried the true path of his people.

"So... nothing was a coincidence," Lin Chen muttered to himself.

His transmigration to Planet Vegeta, the mutation of his soul, his repeated breakthroughs in the face of death, his ability to easily pry open the Super Saiyan seal—all this innate favor had been a foreshadowing of destiny laid down ten thousand years ago.

"Saiyan remnant, hiding in the lowly dust, surviving for ten thousand years—you certainly made it difficult for this King to find you."

A detached, lazy, yet icy and ruthless voice suddenly resounded across the entire world.

The voice was not loud, yet it pierced through the clouds and shook the earth, carrying the absolute authority of one who controls everything.

The clouds high above parted layer by layer, and a slender yet oppressive white figure slowly stepped out.

In pure white battle armor, with an elegant and cold physique, his fair skin concealed a terrifying power capable of shattering stars. Frieza hovered ten thousand meters in the air, his scarlet eyes looking down at the earth with indifference. His gaze swept lightly over Lin Chen, as if he were inspecting a collectible he was about to acquire.

There was no violent energy or surging killing intent around him, yet the power of the entire world seemed to be monopolized and controlled by him.

"I am surprised, indeed. A near-extinct race of ants could actually give birth to a variable like you."

Frieza spoke slowly, his tone laced with playful contempt. "A hybrid mutation, a breakthrough in a desperate situation, and even the ability to stir a dormant ancient bloodline. No wonder countless remnants and prophetic believers would risk crossing the sea of stars just to keep you safe."

A single sentence completely confirmed all the suspicions in Lin Chen's heart.

Frieza knew everything.

The ancient prophecies, the secrets of the race, the destiny of the bloodline, the surviving factions—he knew them all. He had enslaved the Saiyan race for years and purged countless remnants, never simply out of fear of a Super Saiyan, but because he had always been searching for this mutated spark capable of overturning his rule.

He had descended in person today only to cut the weeds and dig up the roots, severing any possibility of a Saiyan comeback.

Gilos stood frozen, his face ashen, having completely become an irrelevant, transparent bystander. He finally understood his own insignificance; in the grand calculations of the Emperor, he was no different from the dust beneath his feet.

Kallen's body was taut, his eyes filled with unwillingness and wariness. He had spent his life chasing prophecies, and just as the child of destiny appeared, he was met with the most desperate of opponents.

The golden-haired Super Saiyan closed his eyes slightly, a soft sigh falling into his heart. After ten thousand years of cyclical destiny, this battle was unavoidable after all.

Frieza's scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, locking onto Lin Chen. His tone suddenly turned cold: "I will give you one chance."

"Submit to me, join the Empire, and offer up your mutated bloodline. I can spare the lives of the creatures on Earth and grant you the qualification to exist forever as the one and only bloodline warrior under my command."

A single word determined the fate of all.

Submit, and live on in the world, protect Earth, and enjoy endless power.

Resist, and be annihilated in an instant—flesh, bloodline, soul, and the billions of lives on this blue planet would all be reduced to cosmic dust.

The desperate choice lay before Lin Chen.

The world was deathly silent, with all eyes upon him.

Lin Chen slowly raised his head, facing the imperial might that filled the sky and the cosmic emperor looking down upon all living things. There was not a trace of fear in his eyes, only a clear, unwavering resolve.

The will of his ancient ancestors burned fiercely within him, and ten thousand years of humiliation, slavery, betrayal, and sacrifice all condensed in his heart.

He took a step forward, and the cracked earth beneath his feet instantly exploded. His combat power of six thousand surged to its peak. A white aura wrapped in golden lightning shot into the sky, and his domineering aura as a half-step Super Saiyan forcibly carved out a sliver of Saiyan ferocity amidst the world-shrouding imperial might.

"The Saiyan bloodline never submits to enemies."

"Ten thousand years of humiliation—today, I have come to settle the score."

The two short sentences landed with a clang, shaking the mountains and rivers.

Frieza was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then began to laugh softly.

The laughter was gentle, yet carried a bone-chilling coldness that dropped the temperature of the entire sky to freezing.

"Interesting."

"Since you insist on seeking death, then I shall personally crush this so-called ancestral will of yours and completely sever the remnants of the Saiyan race that have persisted for ten thousand years!"

The moment his voice fell, a forest-white energy erupted from Frieza, covering the sky and earth. His terrifying pressure instantly doubled, the entire atmosphere trembled violently, and countless clouds were instantly annihilated.

But just as Frieza was about to strike, the ancient whisper of his ancestor echoed once more in Lin Chen's sea of consciousness. This time, it was not a gentle entrustment, but a warning carrying a heaven-shaking secret.

"Child, be careful... the Frieza before you is not in his complete state!"

"The true culprit behind the destruction of our race back then, the Outer Chaos Alien Race... is currently following the Emperor's might and has quietly descended outside Earth's atmosphere!"

Lin Chen's pupils shrank violently, and his blood instantly froze.

Frieza was not the final boss?

Behind the ten-thousand-year Saiyan catastrophe, there was actually a hidden hand from an Outer Chaos Alien Race?!

At this moment, the killing intent filled the sky, the Emperor's lethal blow was imminent, and beyond Earth, a more terrifying, unknown darkness had already quietly enveloped the entire planet!