Wumu stood in the spacious courtyard, sunlight spilling through the scattered clouds onto his face, warm and gentle. His shadow stretched long, like a solitary silhouette.
His gaze was firm, his eyes glinting with resolve. He took a deep breath and slowly spoke. "Elder Pybara, thank you for your guidance and care over the years. I've decided to leave this place and return to my homeland for a visit."
Although Wumu had now surpassed Pybara in strength, he still held deep respect for the elder. Ganazi, standing beside him, followed suit, bowing his head and cupping his hands in respect.
Elder Pybara smiled faintly, a glimmer of gratification passing through his eyes. He gently waved his hand, his voice mild but tinged with concern. "It's all right, Wumu. I understand your decision. However, regarding the changes in your body, although I don't fully understand how they came about, I would still like to offer you some advice."
He paused, then continued, "Many gods exist in our universe. Some are good, some evil, and their moods are changeable. When I was young, I had the good fortune to receive a God of Devastation named Beerus. His moods were unpredictable, and your changes may draw their attention. In any case, you must be extra careful while traveling."
Listening to the elder, Wumu had not expected that Pybara had personally received Beerus and even emerged unscathed.
He nodded lightly, silently pondering: If Wumu's thinking was correct, cultivating Genki might allow him to reach the level of a god.
At that point, without Zeno appointing him a god, he would probably count as an unofficial god. Who knew whether they would intervene? Shin would be easy enough to deal with; the concern was Beerus and Whis getting involved.
Then Wumu and Ganazi said their farewells and left Planet Yardrat using Instant Transmission. After several transfers, they finally reached Earth.
Wumu's current Genki version of Instant Transmission did not sense other people's ki. Instead, it used Genki to communicate with a planet's spirituality, so he basically would not get lost. The planets in the universe would respond to Wumu and then guide his direction.
In the North Galaxy, on the blue planet Earth, Wumu teleported into a lush mountain forest. He took a deep breath of fresh air, a trace of profound nostalgia showing in his eyes.
Although Wumu was not an Earthling born and raised here, ever since coming to this world, he had decided to regard this place as his homeland.
"Lord Wumu, is this your homeland?" Ganazi looked around curiously, finding this scenery so different from elsewhere in the universe novel.
Wumu smiled, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "Yes. In the future, this place will become very lively." His laughter carried a touch of mystery.
Ganazi rubbed his head. "Lively?" he repeated, somewhat puzzled, then asked curiously, "Where are we going now, then?"
Wumu considered for a moment, his gaze growing deep. "I plan to first visit an elder who was kind to me. You can choose to come with me or look around on your own, but remember, you're not allowed to use any power."
"Then I'll take a look around your homeland, Lord Wumu." Ganazi settled on his plan.
Wumu nodded, then closed his eyes and began communicating with Earth's spirituality. His body trembled gently, as though holding a silent conversation with the soul of the entire planet.
Meanwhile, far away at the Lookout, Kami sensed the fluctuations in Earth's spirituality.
He gazed down at the world below, his brow furrowing slightly. "Hmm? Isn't that the young martial artist from a few years ago? How has he changed so much?" Despite his surprise, Kami did not interfere much.
He remembered Wumu's time training at Korin Tower and felt quite reassured about his character. He had once intended to have Wumu succeed him as Kami when the time was right, but now it seemed there was no longer any need.
After finishing his communication with Earth's spirituality, Wumu suddenly vanished from the spot. Seeing that Wumu had disappeared, Ganazi shrugged, then activated the Flight Technique and flew toward the distant city.
The city looked completely different from the mountain forest, with towering high-rises and flickering neon lights. Ganazi flew over the city, curiously examining every corner.
From time to time, he exclaimed in wonder, his heart full of curiosity and excitement about this novel world. Although he had been told not to use his power, his mind was still filled with endless imaginings about this world brimming with technology.
Heart Island was a small island held in the warm embrace of the morning sun. Heart Village sat at its center, surrounded by lush green trees and soft, fine beaches. A faint floral fragrance and the saltiness carried by the sea breeze drifted through the morning air.
"Yalijia, hurry back and eat!" Malo stood in the doorway of the small wooden house and called to Yalijia, who was practicing stance training in the courtyard. His voice was full of a father's concern and urging.
"I know, Dad!" Yalijia called back.
Because of Malo's love for martial arts and the World Martial Arts Tournament, as well as Wumu, Yalijia had also developed a strong interest in martial arts.
Thus, she had begun training from a young age. Stance training was something Wumu had left Malo to strengthen his body, and now Malo had passed the skill on to Yalijia.
Yalijia slowly shook her body, stirring her dormant blood, then gradually straightened up.
She knew that after holding a stance for a long time, she could not immediately release it, as that would harm her body. Therefore, she first shook her body and slowly eased out of the stance. This was a form of respect and care for her body.
Suddenly, Wumu appeared in the courtyard. Yalijia recognized her former big brother from next door at a glance. She blinked, making sure she was not mistaken, then cried out in delighted surprise, "Big Brother Wumu! Dad! Big Brother Wumu is back!"
Hearing her shout, Malo jogged out, wiping his sweat on the hem of his shirt as he went.
When he saw Wumu, a radiant smile spread across his face. "Wumu, you're finally back! How have you been these past few years? We haven't heard anything from you."
Yalijia also came closer and asked curiously, "Yes, Big Brother Wumu, where have you been these past few years? You didn't even enter the last World Martial Arts Tournament. So much happened afterward."
Wumu smiled and said casually, "Five years ago, I made a wish with the Dragon Balls and went into space to find somewhere to train." His words left both Malo and Yalijia somewhat astonished.
Then Malo pulled Wumu into the house. Inside, a wooden table was laden with sumptuous dishes, while Maria bustled about in the kitchen.
Before long, Maria came out carrying plates of steaming food and nodded to Wumu with a smile. "As long as you're safe."
Malo slapped his forehead. "Oh dear! You came back so suddenly that I haven't properly prepared any food. I'll go borrow some pork from next door." As he spoke, he made to leave.
Wumu hurriedly caught his arm. "Uncle Malo, don't trouble yourself. Don't you know me? When I came here as a child, I had no one to rely on. You were the one who helped me, and I can't thank you enough. Besides, how much better could this food of yours possibly be?"
"Hahahaha... All right, all right, let's eat, let's eat." Malo happily pulled Wumu down into a seat. Then Yalijia sat beside Wumu, and Maria sat beside Malo. For a time, cheerful voices and laughter filled the table.
Malo looked at Wumu and said with feeling, "Wumu, you've grown up. You're taller, and you've become much more mature."
Wumu smiled, a thousand feelings stirring in his heart. This place was already his second home. The events of his previous life had drifted away with the wind; in this life, he would cherish the people before him.