Silver-White Divine Might

Deep within Qi Heng's pupils, silvery starlight slowly revolved, cold enough to freeze the soul yet scorching enough to seem capable of burning everything away.

Now, his gaze no longer held any emotions that belonged to "Qi Heng"—anger, joy, hesitation, even killing intent had all vanished.

All that remained was pure fighting spirit and the instinct to survive, stripped of distractions and returned to their most primal state.

Anyone swept by those eyes felt as though invisible blades had sliced across their skin, making them unable to stop trembling.

"Boom—!!!"

The silver-white aura finally broke past its limit. It no longer merely cloaked his body, instead transforming directly into an enormous pillar of light over ten meters wide, so solid it resembled a silver column piercing heaven and earth.

There was nothing flashy about it, only the frenzy to destroy everything as it shot straight into the eternal dusk sky of the God of Destruction Realm!

Thick silver-white lightning bolts erupted wildly around the pillar, crackling and exploding with deafening force.

Every arc that struck the ground did more than simply explode—like living creatures, those silver bolts eroded the earth, blasting out round craters several meters wide. Their rims were smooth and gleaming, silver light seeping through them as though a piece of the ground had simply "evaporated."

The earth began to moan softly.

This was not the slight trembling of the ground whenever Champa lost his temper, but the instinctive shudder of the entire divine realm's space from its very depths.

Under the pressure of that silver-white pillar, faint, nearly inaudible creaks came from the space itself, as though the divine realm had felt fear.

Centered on Qi Heng, web-like cracks instantly spread across the indigo earth, racing wildly toward the horizon as if they intended to tear the world apart.

These were no ordinary fissures. Their edges shimmered with silver-white corrosive light.

The power of Super Saiyan 5 had already begun to erode and even assimilate the surrounding environment and laws.

In the distance, even the clusters of conical stone pillars that had witnessed countless divine battles could no longer hold on, swaying violently.

Stone dust pattered down. The thinner pillars even let out teeth-grinding cracking sounds, as if they would be completely crushed by the invisible pressure in the next second.

The entire God of Destruction Realm, beneath this silver-white divine might, was like a dying candle in the wind, ready to be snuffed out at any moment.

The silver-white aura erupted like a star, expanding madly from Qi Heng at its center until even space twisted and groaned.

Those ancient stone pillars that had stood firm for hundreds of millions of years, their surfaces carved with lost divine-era inscriptions, could no longer endure either.

Cracks crawled wildly across them like spiderwebs. Sharp crack, crack sounds rang out without end, like bones being crushed alive.

Before the stone chips and dust could even hit the ground, they were swept up by the silver flames and vaporized in the blink of an eye.

The first massive pillar finally fell.

With a deafening crash that seemed to tear apart heaven and earth, it snapped in the middle, its upper half crashing down with overwhelming force.

"Boom—!"

The ground shook violently, smashed into a bottomless pit. The shockwave kicked up thick smoke, while shattered rocks shot in all directions like a torrential downpour.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth... the chain reaction erupted completely.

They were no longer isolated stone pillars, but enormous martyrs falling in whole swathes.

One collapsed and smashed through the next, destruction passing onward like a relay baton.

The entire stone forest crashed down like building blocks pushed over by an invisible hand, like waves of wheat cut down by a sickle.

Massive chunks of stone collided in midair, shattered, then were swept away and pulverized by the energy storm, finally turning into a golden dust cloud that blanketed the sky.

The sunlight was completely blocked out, and the world sank into a dim, oppressive scene of apocalypse.

At that moment, even the sky could no longer hold.

It was not that the clouds had scattered, but that space itself had split open.

Black cracks tore across the amber canopy, like ice shattered by a heavy hammer, like an entire pane of glass breaking apart.

Through those fissures, one could vaguely see the terrifying void beyond—no color, no sound, no matter, not even "existence," only the most primal chaos stirring within.

A ghostly glow flickered along the edges of the spatial rifts, which emitted a low hum that intertwined with the earth's roaring to form a symphony of ultimate destruction.

The God of Destruction Realm, this domain sustained by divine power for countless eras, was truly trembling now.

The ground heaved like waves. Distant mountains collapsed with thunderous force, and even the faint divine power in the air wailed in fear.

At the edge of the temple, Whis lightly tapped his staff against the ground.

For the first time, ripples stirred in his calm blue eyes.

His brows rose high, and the elegant faint smile at his lips vanished completely, leaving only intense focus and disbelief.

"This aura... a transformation in the level of life..." His voice was soft, but it could not conceal his astonishment.

At the heart of the storm, Qi Heng's body slowly rose from the ground, floating in midair.

The silver-white aura was no longer a simple covering. It formed an enormous energy field that was almost tangible, pulsing without pause.

At the edge of the energy field, light warped severely, like a blurred halo.

With Qi Heng at its center, everything within several thousand meters had become an absolute forbidden zone.

All matter—whether boulders flung into the air, golden dust floating overhead, or even the air itself—was forced away the instant it touched the edge of the force field. Not even sound could enter.

The area around him had become a vacuum sphere, constantly being emptied and constantly refilled by surrounding matter.

All around was utterly silent.

Qi Heng raised his head slightly, his silver pupils cold and pure, like mithril polished to perfection.

Through the dust and distorted light, he locked onto Beerus with absolute precision.

There was no mortal fighting spirit or provocation in that gaze, nor was there any arrogance or showmanship from newly acquired power.

It was an intensely condensed, tranquil desire born from the very origin of life—a predator's instinct upon spotting prey, a will as natural and majestic as a burning star.

"Sorry," Qi Heng said. His voice was low and magnetic, yet carried an unusual ethereal echo, as though it came from a great distance—or as though multiple voices overlapped. Most human emotions had been stripped from it. "I kept you waiting. This form... it's my first time reaching it as well."

Beerus fell silent.

Three seconds passed, yet time seemed to stretch into a century.

His slit pupils suddenly contracted into thin lines, and a dangerously focused light lit up in their depths.

The usual laziness, mockery, and impatience vanished completely from that purple cat-like face. For the first time, only an intense, single-minded seriousness remained.

The aura around him rapidly condensed and drew inward, becoming cold and razor-sharp.

He knew perfectly well that the opponent before him had long surpassed the confines of "Super Saiyan 4" and stepped into an unknown, powerful new realm.

Then, Beerus's lips slowly curled upward.

This was not the mocking, amused smile from before, nor was it the disdain he showed toward the weak.

This time, he was finally serious.