The Invisible Guardian

Today, in the Sixth Universe, on a remote Saiyan planet, a force that should have been capable of destroying heaven and earth seemed to have been silently paused.

The destruction energy unleashed at full power by Champa, God of Destruction, should have been unstoppable. Yet now—it had simply been neutralized.

It was as though an invisible hand had gently held down this spectacle of annihilation, standing above all rules.

Vados drifted to Champa's side, her silver-white hair flowing beneath the faint light of the cosmos.

She slowly raised her staff. The ancient patterns upon it glimmered dimly in the vacuum.

Vados closed her eyes. The crystal at the tip of her staff began to hum softly, then burst forth with rings of silver light.

At first, the light spread like ripples over water, but in the blink of an eye, it became a tide that swept across all of Planet Sadala.

It passed over red mountains, flowed through winding rivers, and brushed against the Saiyans who were living, farming, and training.

No one noticed anything. They merely felt a warm breeze brush across their faces.

The silver light did not stop. It continued to spread, crossing nebulae and asteroid belts, passing slumbering stars and black holes, until the entire Sixth Universe was enveloped.

Vados's lashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyes.

Her emerald pupils seemed to hold a river of stars, and now they carried an added gravity.

It was not fear, but solemnity in the face of an unknown law—like a scholar opening a forbidden book, or a traveler gazing upon mountains and rivers absent from any map.

"Lord Champa." Her voice remained calm, clear as spring water tapping against stone, but her words carried greater weight. "It is not Planet Sadala alone. The native inhabitants of the Sixth Universe are all being protected by an invisible force."

She tilted her head slightly, her staff pointing toward a Saiyan warrior training on the planet.

"Your destruction energy cannot touch them."

"Nonsense!" Champa's plump body trembled, and the purple sphere of energy in his hand boiled with rage.

"What in the universe could possibly stop a God of Destruction's power?!"

He hurled the energy at Planet Sadala.

But the moment it approached the atmosphere, that stream of light capable of destroying stars seemed to strike an invisible wall. It silently splashed into specks of purple starlight and vanished without a trace.

Vados shook her head, fragments of light scattering through her silver hair with the motion.

Even she could not explain it.

She had witnessed the birth and destruction of civilizations, seen powerful beings tear apart dimensions, and watched gods reshape rivers of stars.

Yet this power was completely unlike any barrier or shield she knew.

It had no form, no source, and no detectable energy fluctuations.

It was more like the laws of the universe had been sewn back together—the thread of destruction pulled out and replaced with silk that read, "indestructible."

This is impossible... Vados murmured inwardly, her fingers unconsciously stroking a crack on her staff—one left behind by an ancient war of gods.

The only beings capable of altering the fundamental laws of the universe were...

She did not dare think any further.

That answer was like an abyss, something even an angel who had lived for hundreds of millions of years was unwilling to touch.

Then, she suddenly raised her head.

Her gaze passed through Planet Sadala's rust-red surface and turned toward the more distant darkness.

The stars were sparse, and the nebulae hung in the void like faded oil paintings.

Within that emptiness, a figure slowly approached.

He was not flying, nor was he teleporting.

It was as if he were walking upon an invisible stone road, advancing slowly, each step steady.

There was an ancient rhythm to his footsteps.

With every step, the surrounding starlight warped faintly, as though the universe itself were yielding him a path.

The distant nebulae rippled, like a lake awakened by the wind.

For the first time in hundreds of millions of years, Vados's staff trembled slightly.

The figure walked slowly through the vacuum of space, every step landing upon invisible ground.

Clear ripples spread through space beneath his feet, wave after wave pushing aside the stardust.

He wore no protection—no barrier, no spacesuit, no life-support equipment.

He stood openly amid the absolute-zero cold, radiation capable of vaporizing metal, and the tearing force of the vacuum.

Yet he was completely unharmed.

His breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling slightly, as though he were in a greenhouse on Earth, enjoying a warm breeze.

His black hair drifted softly in the vacuum.

There was clearly no air here, yet his hair swayed as if underwater, as though some gentle force were lifting and combing it, lending it a faint ink-dark sheen.

A faint smile rested on his lips—subtle, yet as if it held all the tranquility and profundity of the starry sky.

It was Chen Feng.

No one knew when he had left the royal palace, nor did anyone notice when he arrived in the outer space beyond Planet Sadala.

Not even Vados—the angel whose senses could encompass an entire galaxy—had noticed.

It was not because he was too fast, but because some force seemed to have "erased" his existence from all perception. Like a drop of water dissolving into the sea, he did not leave behind even a ripple.

"Lord Champa." Chen Feng's voice rang out in the vacuum, gentle and calm, disregarding all physical laws as it spoke directly into everyone's consciousness.

"You beat up my people and still want to destroy my planet. Isn't that a little excessive?"

Champa spun around, his purple robe sending ripples through the vacuum.

The instant he saw Chen Feng, his narrowed eyes flew wide open, his golden pupils contracting to pinpoints.

He had lived for millions of years and witnessed the rise and fall of countless powerful beings.

He had seen Grand Zeno—the being seated upon the supreme divine throne, capable of erasing a universe with a single thought.

He had seen the Grand Priest—the father of angels, always smiling, his aura unfathomably profound.

He had seen his brother Beerus—the God of Destruction of the Seventh Universe, the one who had always been able to overpower him with ease.

But now, as Champa looked at Chen Feng standing quietly in the void, an instinctive tremor rose from the depths of his heart.

It was not fear. He refused to admit that it was fear.

It was a sense that he simply could not see through him.

Like looking up at a starless night sky—bottomless and boundless.

He could not gauge Chen Feng's strength. It was as though the power of an entire galaxy was hidden within that seemingly ordinary body.

He could not comprehend Chen Feng's limits. It was as if, by merely standing there, Chen Feng was a breach beyond the rules.

He could not even understand Chen Feng's nature—why could a Saiyan walk through the vacuum as though it were solid ground? Why could he transmit his voice directly through consciousness? What exactly was that power within him?

Champa's throat moved as he tried to say something, only to find that his usual arrogance and irritability had, in that moment, been completely suppressed by an unprecedented caution.