The final word of the divine language was spoken.
All seven Super Dragon Balls erupted at once.
Blinding golden light burst from within each Dragon Ball in an explosive outpouring.
The golden radiance spread outward, wave after wave battering the fabric of space.
The entire starry sky began to tremble violently; even the whole galaxy was shaking.
The planets floating in the distance rippled with chaotic energy, their gravity completely out of control. Some planets even drifted away from their original orbits.
The golden light from the seven Super Dragon Balls merged together.
The mass of light expanded boundlessly, becoming a colossal sphere that swallowed even galaxies.
Amid the surging golden mist, the outline of an endless dragon body slowly emerged.
Its golden scales, muscles, and even bones were all condensed from pure golden light, yet they possessed a tangible, lifelike texture.
An ancient dragon's roar rang out.
Heavy, sacred, and so ancient that time itself could not measure it.
The roar pierced through hundreds of millions of light-years, shattering the surrounding nebulae with its soundwaves. They split apart, their fragments scattering through the vacuum.
Super Shenron's true form fully unfurled.
Its entire body gleamed with gold. It had neither hands nor feet, but a pair of enormous batlike divine wings grew from its back, their span wider than a galaxy.
Its long, spiked tail slowly swept through the void, and spatial rifts appeared wherever its tip passed.
A pair of scarlet vertical pupils slowly opened, fierce red light burning deep within them.
An overwhelming pressure blanketed everything.
Super Shenron was an existence of a higher dimension.
Countless galaxies floated beside its body, like countless minor worlds borne upon leaves growing from the roots of the World Tree.
Its size transcended the very concept of largeness—or rather, its existence itself