Almost Scattered Soul

Today, the mystery was finally unraveled.

With Barros's approval, Broly immediately focused his energy and attempted to awaken the ordinary Super Saiyan form!

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Golden flames surged up and coiled around his body; his black hair turned gold strand by strand, whipping wildly in the air; a cold glint flashed through his eyes, his emerald pupils as icy as blades, devoid of the slightest warmth.

The ordinary Super Saiyan form—he had succeeded!

Barros's gaze darkened slightly as he suddenly called, "Broly."

Broly's brow tightened, pain appearing on his face before he gritted his teeth and answered, "Y... Your Majesty!"

After a moment, Barros stared at the dancing golden flames and nodded. "Your consciousness remains intact. It seems that as long as you don't enter the Legendary form or force yourself into a life-or-death battle, you can indeed retain a sliver of clarity while maintaining the ordinary form."

There was something he did not say aloud—

Goku was the fuse.

Even though Broly could now barely stabilize his ordinary form, the moment he sensed Goku's aura, the resonance in his bloodline would still make him lose control in an instant and plunge straight into the abyss of the Legendary form.

After waiting a while longer and confirming that Broly had not lost his mind, Barros nodded and signaled for him to release the form.

The next instant, the two vanished into thin air. When they reappeared, they were already standing steadily beneath the skies of the Divine Martial Battle Star.

After they left, this nameless planet returned to deathly silence.

Barros did not know that—apart from the Four Kais and the Grand Kai watching in secret, a deep, shadowy eye in some far corner of the universe was coldly observing every moment of his transformation...

The turmoil caused by Barros and Broly's Super Saiyan transformations temporarily came to an end.

But the Four Kais all departed their Kai Planets and rushed toward Grand Kai's Planet.

One Super Saiyan capable of smashing a star system with a single punch was still understandable, but who could have expected another Super Saiyan to emerge—one who was the most ferocious and violent in the universe?!

Watching Barros casually strike Broly in his Legendary form hard enough to make him cough blood and fly backward, forcibly shattering his Legendary form and even knocking him out of the Super Saiyan state—

Not only the Four Kais, but even King Yemma in the Underworld, as well as the Grand Kai himself, who had long since fallen into Hell, suddenly changed expression, their hearts tightening.

The Four Kais and King Yemma might only have heard rumors of the true might of a Legendary Super Saiyan;

But the Grand Kai had experienced it firsthand.

In ancient times, he had personally joined in besieging a Super Saiyan in Legendary form. He had been gravely wounded and left on the verge of death in that battle, nearly having his soul scattered and destroyed at his opponent's hands forever.

For that reason, the terror of the Legendary form had been carved into his bones. He had never forgotten it.

And because of that searing pain, he understood better than anyone—

Just how terrifying this unprecedented Barros was.

Without tricks or outside help, relying solely on overwhelming power, he had beaten a Super Saiyan in Legendary form into collapse, forcing him down two full transformations!

Across the countless ages of the universe, through all the Grand Kai's memories and knowledge, Barros was the first—and the only—being to accomplish such a feat!

His tyranny, his ferocity, his unfathomable nature—this alone made them clear.

Hell!

Beneath the Underworld lay the Netherworld of Nine Hells.

This place was dark and lightless, never seeing the sun. Filth, evil, and deathly silence filled it. There was no day or night, no life, no path in, no path out, not even... a "present moment."

Since the creation of heaven and earth, the rewards and punishments of all living beings' good and evil deeds had been decided by the Underworld.

Those who accumulated virtue and did good ascended to Heaven, where they lived in peace without suffering or hardship;

Those whose sins towered to the heavens fell eternally into Hell. They could not be reborn or reincarnated, and could only wait for endless years to grind their souls apart inch by inch until nothing remained.

There were also those with exceptional martial skill and deep merit. After death, their souls would not disperse and their bodies would not decay; they would go directly to the Kai Planets in the four directions, Grand Kai's Planet, or even the Underworld to cultivate.

These rules had endured for tens of millions of years and had never changed.

Yet today, someone who should never have set foot in Hell—or rather, a god—had truly come.

For tens of millions of years, Hell had indeed been a prison for sinners, But precisely because there was no reincarnation and no chance of release, it had instead quietly gathered countless desperate powerhouses.

The strongest among them were no weaker than Majin Buu in his prime; even the slightly weaker ones could sweep aside the foremost overlords among galaxy-level fighters.

And now, the Grand Kai, who held authority over the universe, had personally entered this forbidden land.

The moment he stepped into the boundless Hell, his expression sank like cold iron.

He had long known that Hell was filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, but he had never expected that the instant he entered its outermost reaches, he would already sense more than a dozen auras comparable to galaxy-level powerhouses!

One had to know that the area beneath his feet was practically the very edge of Hell—

Within this abyss, where the strong devoured the weak and which was even more nakedly cruel than the Demon Realm, Even its borders were occupied by more than ten galaxy-level beings?

Even one as knowledgeable and experienced as him could not help but feel a chill in his heart:

Just how many world-shaking experts were lurking in Hell's deepest core?

And how powerful must the emperor seated at its very center be?!

He took a deep breath, suppressed his chaotic thoughts, and with a flicker of his body, vanished into the darkness in an instant.

This journey was solely for the sake of an answer.

An answer that concerned the survival or destruction of the entire universe.

An answer inextricably tied to Barros.

Other than an answer from Shenron or a confession from Barros himself, after much deliberation, the Grand Kai could think of only one place to seek the truth—the few "people," or perhaps "beings," in Hell.

Super Saiyans had never been rare throughout the long course of history;

He had witnessed the legendary form that appeared once every thousand years more than once.

After all, for the Grand Kai, who governed one region of the universe, his lifespan was too vast to measure—

A thousand years, enough to bury every legend for the Saiyan race, Was no more than a week, or perhaps even a single day, to him.

Yet even after living through immeasurable ages and seeing countless world-shaking powerhouses, Barros's brand-new Super Saiyan form still lingered in his mind, impossible to dispel.

No one understood better than he did how powerful Super Saiyans were, or how violent the legendary form could become.

Precisely because he understood, he was even more eager to find out:

Just how powerful was Barros's new form?

Because there was no longer anyone in the universe capable of truly suppressing him.

Barros and the Divine Martial Battle Star had become supreme existences standing above all else. The likes of Frieza were not even qualified to be mentioned in the same breath.

What worried him even more was—

Ever since pledging allegiance to Frieza, the Saiyans had repeatedly marched out to slaughter innocent planets with ruthless brutality.

The present Grand Kai had long since stopped placing any hope in the Saiyan race.

He was not afraid that Barros coveted authority over the universe, But he feared that one day, on a whim, Barros would once again throw his fists around, destroy star systems, sever planetary orbits, and shake the foundations of the universe.

Once or twice, he could still turn a blind eye;

But if it happened time and again, then not only the four Kais—even he himself would have to intervene.

Having lived for far too long, he understood well the weight of the saying: know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

Facing Barros, who now steadily surpassed him, he no longer possessed absolute confidence;

And when one added the Saiyans' heaven-defying growth rate and battle instincts—

He dared not imagine just how despairingly powerful Barros would become once his worst premonition came true!

He could not estimate the upper limit of the Saiyans' potential;

Yet, deep within his heart, a figure quietly surfaced—

Clinging to him like a shadow, like a dream, like a nightmare.

Majin Uub!!

The sole terrifying fiend in modern cosmic history who had slaughtered every Supreme Kai and Grand Supreme Kai.

If that day truly came—the day they were forced to confront Barros head-on.

Only by learning the enemy's true capabilities in advance could the Grand Kai begin planning a response.

At the very least, compared to the immortal and indestructible Majin Buu, Super Saiyans, though powerful, were not deathless beings. They still had openings that could be exploited.

Half a day later, the Grand Kai quietly left Hell.

No one knew what exactly he had discussed with the person he questioned.

Nor could Barros know whether the Grand Kai had truly obtained the answer he sought.

In his view, so-called "weaknesses" were fleeting to begin with—as time surged onward, his growth had long since silently crushed and smoothed away those flaws.

For instance, though Barros did not possess an immortal body, his vitality was so immense that it defied common logic.

Divine Martial Battle Star.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

A month earlier, Barros had successfully broken through to the Super Saiyan form and returned to the Divine Martial Battle Star with Broly, who could now control Legendary Mode. From then on, Super Saiyans were no longer a secret.

It was exactly as those Saiyans had hoped.

Though Barros had not taught them how to transform, he had Broly transform into a Super Saiyan in his ordinary form before every Saiyan on the planet.

That day, every Saiyan on the Divine Martial Battle Star was filled with boiling blood and surging excitement.

That day, every Saiyan on the planet made the same vow:

In this life, I will become a Super Saiyan!

They had no way to accurately estimate the upper limit of a Super Saiyan's combat power.

Before the transformed Broly, everyone was left with nothing but fear; they could not even summon the thought of raising a fist in resistance.

Perhaps their fighting spirit remained, but the moment even a tiny spark ignited, Broly's bone-chilling pressure froze it dead in an instant.

To them, the appearance of a Super Saiyan was both blazing fire and a beacon.

For Barros had personally told every Saiyan on Divine Martial Battle Star: regardless of bloodline, even those born into the lowest-class Saiyan families could become Super Saiyans, so long as they were willing to fight, willing to endure, and met the required power level.

So long as they were willing to fight, willing to endure, and met the required power level, anyone could become a Super Saiyan.

Those words crashed into the ears and hearts of every Saiyan, again and again.

Looking at those pairs of fiercely burning eyes, their battle intent blazing like flames, Barros gave a slight nod, satisfaction on his face.

Divine Martial Battle Star was far beyond comparison to Planet Vegeta.

Between the two lay an immeasurable disparity in foundation and an unfathomable gulf in strength.

Had it been on Planet Vegeta, Barros would never have made such a declaration.

To Saiyans whose strongest warriors possessed battle power only slightly above ten thousand, the words "Super Saiyan" were no different from myth.

But this was Divine Martial Battle Star.

Here, a battle power of one million was not beyond reach;

here, Saiyans specializing in combat started with battle power exceeding fifty thousand.

To them, Super Saiyan was not a legend, but a goal they could reach out and grasp.

It might require decades, even centuries, of bitter cultivation, but as long as they did not stop or slacken, they would surely attain it in this lifetime.

That was precisely why Barros dared to say it, and was willing to say it;

and it was also why he had so decisively acted on Planet Vegeta, fought Frieza in a bloody battle, saved every Saiyan, and taken them under his command.