The End!

Whis fell down, still smiling, "Oh, congratulations, Breaking the Void." He looked at the gravel on the ground, and then at Wumu.

Wumu didn't speak, he was panting. The moment just now took him away.

Zalama - the golden dragon - looked at Whis without moving. "Whis, you are here."

"It won't work if I don't come." Whis took a sip of the drink, "Zeno Master knew that you ran out, and he was going to send me to clean you up." Zalama said nothing.

"But." Whis changed the subject, "I looked at it and you didn't really hurt anyone. These seven dragons combined couldn't kill as many people as Baby, Wumu's punch You've finished your trial." He looked at Wumu, "Master Zeno asked me to give you a message. He said to old Grand Minister, if you are willing to go back, go back and he won't chase you."

Zalama was silent for a long time. "Why should I go back? Dragon Ball is here, and I am here too. I will stay in Dragon Ball. If someone makes a wish, I will come out."

"That's fine." Whis shrugged, "But you have to promise me one thing. Don't do this thing where one dragon turns into seven. If you're bored, go to other universes and don't bother these little ones here."

Zalama smiled, and the laughter changed from a dragon's roar to a human laugh, "Okay." It glanced at Wumu, "You kid, I will go to your universe to have tea with you in the future."

Wumu did not answer and nodded. Zalama's body began to turn into light, and the golden light shrank back little by little, shrinking into a Dragon Ball, which fell to the ground with a "ding" sound. The other six Shadow Dragons in the sky also dispersed, and their energy returned to Dragon Ball. The sky on the earth turned blue.

Whis patted Wumu on the shoulder with a very light hand. "Breaking the Void. If Lord Beerus knew, he would probably make trouble for you. He would like to fight Wild God like you."

Wumu smiled, "When can I go back?"

Whis pointed to the ring on his hand. Wumu lowered his head, and the Supreme Kai ring glowed a little on his finger.

"Go back." Whis said, "My little friend over there, Cell should have finished the matter. Goku should have gotten the thing you left."

Wumu nodded. He raised his head and glanced at the GT Timeline earth - Goku was getting up from the ground, Pan was crying next to him, and Vegeta stood in the distance with his arms folded, saying stiffly, "Who needs your help?"

Wumu didn't say goodbye. He squeezed the ring and the light swallowed him up.

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Main Timeline, Heart Island. The grass is still the same grass. Wumu stands on the grass, eyes closed, feeling the breath of this world.

Three years. He has been gone for three years. In these three years, Goku on the Earth side, they have finished fighting the androids and Cell. The thing he left behind, Goku, is the most critical thing in Cell Games It was time to take it out - it wasn't a magical skill, it wasn't a secret book, it was a passage he said in Kami's Lookout. That passage made Gohan not take back his fist at the most critical moment. Cell, gone.

Wumu opened his eyes. He heard footsteps.

Yalijia ran out of the house. She was no longer the little girl who followed him back then - she was taller, with broader shoulders, wearing a gray cloth training suit, and her hair tied back. She stopped, looked at Wumu, and her eyes immediately turned red. "Master."

Wumu smiled, "I'm back."

Followed by Xiao Jie. Xiao Jie was already Dan Jin, half a head taller than Wumu. He stood next to Yalijia, not speaking, just watching.

Wumu took a step forward, reached out and pressed Yalijia's shoulder. "Come on, punch me and let me see."

Yalijia took a breath, stood upright, and punched. Her punch still got stuck when it reached her waist, and the blade of grass only moved a little.

Wumu shook his head. "Waist, it broke again when you reached the waist."

Yalijia bit her lip and stood up again. "Come again." Wumu said. Yalijia punched again, but this one still broke when it reached her waist. Her strength dissipated when it reached her waist.

"Your waist is not loose." Wumu said, "You have been holding back your strength since your waist. You have to let it pass."

"How to get there?" Yalijia asked.

"Don't think about it. The more you think about it, the harder it will get."

Yalijia frowned, stood there thinking for a long time, and then punched for the third time. This punch did not break the waist, the force passed, and a blade of grass moved.

Wumu nodded. "Okay, that's it for today."

Yalijia retracted his fist, panted, and smiled, "Master, you have been gone for so long, why did you come back suddenly?"

Wumu was silent for a moment. "The matter is done."

"What's the matter?"

"The fight is over."

Yalijia didn't ask again. She had followed Wumu for so many years and knew that when he said "the fight is over", it meant that the fight was really over. She would not ask who he had beaten, she only knew that he was back.

Xiao Jie stood aside and said nothing. He waited until Yalijia finished asking before speaking, "Master, I Dan Jin is done."

"I know." Wumu said.

"When can I practice Gang?"

Wumu glanced at him. "How many years have you been Dan Jin?"

"Two years."

"Wait another three years. Dan Jin will have a solid foundation. What are you in a hurry for?"

Xiao Jie nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Wumu said no more. He stood on the grass and looked at the small island where he had lived for more than ten years. The wind blew from the sea and the grass blades were moving. He looked up at the sky. The sky was very blue.

In the distance, Uncle Baluo shouted at the door, his voice hoarse than before. "Wumu! Yalijia! Xiao Jie! It's time to eat!"

"Here we come!" Yalijia shouted back. She turned to look at Wumu, "Master, can I still fight tomorrow?"

"Hit." Wumu said.

Yalijia laughed and ran away. Xiao Jie followed her. Wumu stood alone on the grass for a while, and then walked home.

On the way, he passed the big stone. The stone was still there, and the shallow pit on it was still there. The sea breeze had rounded the stone, but the pit was still there. He stretched out his hand and touched the pit. (How many years has it been since he came to this world? Frieza, Cell, Baby, Zalama. Finally, he stood on Heart Island and touched a hole he had made more than ten years ago.) He smiled. (It was good.) He turned and walked home.

That night, he sat at the door and looked at the sea. Yalijia was practicing boxing in the house, and he could hear the sound of her boxing, one after another, still alive.

Bulma sent a letter, and it was very short. She said that Goku went to practice again, Vegeta still had the same temper, Gohan went to school, Krillin and Android 18 were fine. He replied, and the letter was shorter - Heart Island was fine, the grass was still there, and the wind was still there.

He looked up at the sky. There was nothing in the sky but the sky of the earth.

(Heart Island wind will keep blowing.)

(Thank you for seeing this.)

(I really don't have the energy to write this book. The situation has been bad since the beginning of the book. I only relied on the support of several Dragon Ball fans to write this intermittently.)

(In order to give an explanation for this book, I fed my original text to AI and asked it to help me write an ending, but obviously it didn't do it. But if I were to write it myself, I would definitely not be satisfied with the ending and would continue to write it along the original route. That would of course go against the idea of ending the book. After all, I really couldn't hold on anymore.)

(If the situation is good in the future, I may continue to write a new Dragon Ball using this outline.)

(Thank you very much to the readers who have encouraged me before. This article has failed to live up to your sincere hearts.)

(Goodbye.)

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