Silver-White Evolution

The golden-red aura around him, which had nearly gone out, suddenly seemed to be ignited by something, slowly and steadily burning once more.

A deep humming reverberated, stirring the light around him.

Then, he smiled.

It was not an arrogant laugh, merely the faint upward curve of his lips.

Yet the instant that smile appeared, an indescribable aura of confidence replaced his previous despondency and pain, quietly spreading outward.

He raised his head, his face covered in dust and blood.

But his golden Super Saiyan 4 eyes suddenly erupted with an unprecedented brilliance, like two tiny burning stars.

Rumble—!!!

Centered on Qi Heng, an indescribable presence erupted like a supervolcano dormant for billions of years!

This was not a gradual process of growing stronger, but a complete, violent, utterly unrestrained eruption!

The ground beneath his feet had already shattered, and now it collapsed even further.

The golden-red aura around him suddenly surged wildly, twisting and warping!

That dazzling red quickly faded away like a receding tide.

In its place came a deeper, colder silver-white radiance, as though it contained the universe's most primordial power. It swept in with irresistible force, ultimately dominating the entire battlefield.

Crackle! Sizzle—!

Dense arcs of energy leaped wildly across his body.

The thick red fur covering him began fading from the tips, visibly and rapidly turning into a crystalline, mysterious silver-white.

But it was not just his fur—his entire bearing had changed completely.

His ferocity now carried an extreme refinement, while beneath his anger lay a cold rationality.

The silver-white aura no longer burst outward recklessly. Instead, like liquid metal or a flowing galaxy, it wrapped tightly around him, slowly rotating and rising, releasing a suffocating pressure.

The air above the crater became incomparably heavy. Pebbles seemed to defy gravity as they floated into the air, slowly revolving around that silver-white pillar of light.

At some point, Beerus had lowered his arms from his chest, his eyes widening slightly.

For the first time, genuine surprise appeared in his purple pupils.

Bathed in the new silver-white radiance, Qi Heng slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking sharply.

He tilted his head back, silver-white hair flying wildly within the energy storm.

His gaze pierced through dust and space alike, staring directly at the supreme God of Destruction.

His voice seemed to come from the depths of the cosmos, calm yet beyond question:

"My limit—"

"Is far beyond this."

Silver-white light burst forth from within him, like a galactic river that had breached its banks after ten thousand years—surging, unstoppable.

This light did not spread gently. It shot in every direction like countless silver needles, slicing through the air and tearing through space with a piercing hum.

Wherever the radiance reached, even the eternal glow of the God of Destruction Realm seemed to be swallowed up, staining the entire world in a layer of cold yet blazing silver brilliance.

The red fur burning across his body was undergoing a complete transformation at that moment.

The change did not happen in an instant. It began at the finest tips of his fur—the blazing red seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, melting away at once and being replaced by an incomparably pure silver-white.

The silver-white spread like spilled mercury, like a polar cold wave, wave after wave, unstoppable.

First the backs of his hands and his arms, then his chest and back, followed by his entire torso and limbs.

The newly formed silver-white fur was not soft in the slightest. Under the illumination of the surging silver-white aura around him, it gleamed with a cold, hard metallic sheen.

Every strand stood on end and trembled faintly, as if it were not biological tissue but energy compressed to its utmost limit. Even the air was cut apart, producing a hissing sound.

The change in his hair was even more shocking.

The long black hair of his Super Saiyan 4 form, like a cascade of blood, was now being madly devoured by silver-white.

The black slowly faded, while silver-white condensed like frost.

Each strand seemed to break free of gravity and shot straight into the sky, its tips thrashing violently as fine electric sparks burst from them.

From afar, it no longer looked like hair, but bundles of never-extinguishing silver cold flames—blazing white at their cores, their edges so cold they made one shiver.

"Th-This is...?!"

Champa's fat body jolted violently. His tiny eyes widened into circles, and his mouth hung open wide enough to fit an entire Senzu Bean.

The arrogance and impatience usually on his face vanished completely, leaving behind only pure, nearly stunned horror.

He unconsciously took a step back, leaving a shallow pit in the ground beneath his foot.

For the first time, a clear change appeared on Vados's ever-calm face.

Her purple pupils shrank to pinpoints, and the fingers gripping her angelic staff tightened unconsciously.

Inside the crystal ball atop the staff, the starlight that had been slowly flowing became extremely unstable, as though responding to the energy below that surpassed all understanding.

Even the corners of Whis's mouth, which always carried a composed smile, had frozen.

He tilted his head slightly, and his narrowed eyes opened into slits as a trace of genuine surprise flashed deep within his blue pupils.

The staff in his hand lightly tapped the ground with a crisp sound, as though he were confirming whether what stood before him was an illusion.

And Beerus, the normally indolent God of Destruction, had also shed his careless demeanor.

The whiskers on his purple feline face trembled faintly, his golden slit pupils narrowing as a sharp, focused gleam flickered within them.

At some point, he had already lowered his folded arms and leaned forward, like a great predator that had spotted its prey. His entire body was taut, ready to strike at any moment.

A complete transformation was taking place within Qi Heng's body.

His muscle definition became clearer and tighter. It was not the exaggerated bulking of a Super Saiyan; instead, every strand of muscle seemed forged through countless temperings—powerful yet streamlined, with explosive strength and speed pushed to the limit.

His muscles rose slightly, while silver streams of light seemed to surge beneath his skin. That was immense energy racing through his blood vessels at high speed.

His height had not changed, yet his very presence and oppressive aura now felt like an invisible mountain, so heavy that every god present struggled to breathe.

Most chilling of all were his eyes.

The brilliant golden pupils that had belonged to a Super Saiyan had vanished completely.

Now, only an utterly cold, utterly blazing silver light remained in those eyes.

This silver was not the lifeless gray-white of death. It was like two stars at absolute zero, yet eternally undergoing nuclear fusion within, embedded directly in his eye sockets.