Cultivation on the Planet Yardrat is not limited to any one individual.
Everyone passed the basic Qi control training within a month.
Afterwards, under the guidance of the Grand Elder, they all found their own path in cultivation.
A canyon filled with strange stone pillars.
"Bang!"
Son Goku crashed headfirst into a thick stone pillar, the enormous impact causing large cracks to appear on the pillar.
He squatted on the ground, clutching his forehead, wincing in pain.
"No, no, the position is off again!"
Beside him stood the meticulous Grand Elder Pybara.
"Mr. Son Goku, Instant Transmission isn't about tearing space apart with brute force."
"You need to sense the 'qi' of the target location, allowing your qi to resonate with the target's qi, thereby achieving a spatial overlap."
"Sometimes you suddenly start thinking about what to eat later during training, which is not good for concentration!"
Son Goku rubbed the bump on his forehead, stood up, and smiled sheepishly.
"I can't help it, I can't concentrate when I'm hungry."
On the other side of the canyon, Piccolo sat alone atop the cliff, eyes closed, motionless, like an ancient stone sculpture.
His aura was calm and still as he engaged in his own rigorous meditation practice.
Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and the others showed great interest in the unique "ki" training on Planet Yardrat, each immersing themselves in it and gaining different insights and benefits.
Amond and Daiz also made the most of this precious time for meditation.
Immersed in a much wider world!
The entire Planet Yardrat was immersed in a positive and uplifting atmosphere of spiritual practice.
Unlike the bustling canyon.
In a secluded, desolate mountain on the Planet Yardrat.
Turles floated cross-legged in mid-air, his eyes closed.
His aura was extremely restrained, almost to the point of non-existence, as if he had merged with the entire mountain range, the planet, and even the universe.
On his left and right, Trunks and Son Goten also floated in the air, mimicking his actions.
However, their situation was far less relaxed than Turles's.
The two little ones were covered in sweat, clenched their teeth, and their small bodies trembled slightly as they tried their best to control their internal strength.
For Turles, this was more than just mentoring an apprentice.
Similarly, it was also a review of his long-accumulated martial arts system and power.
In that Future Timeline filled with despair, also on the Planet Yardrat, another Grand Elder Pybara instilled in him the inspiration of "application" at the last moment.
"Application".
In the cultivation of one's own power, beyond " Control " comes "application".
Accumulate small gains to achieve great things; overcome the strong with the weak.
It can be said that the "application" of knowledge is Turles' greatest achievement in his spiritual practice so far, without exception.
Even with his current strength, Turles believes that he has only just begun to grasp the basics of "application" techniques.
The beauty of "application" lies in the fact that every battle brings new insights.
The path of martial arts is endless.
Besides understanding the application, one's own fundamental knowledge is of paramount importance.
Turles never slacked off in training his normal strength.
The abundance of power in normal state is not only the foundation of one's own strength, but also further enhances the Control over the Super Saiyan transformation, greatly reducing the burden on the body caused by the transformation.
The two complement each other, forming a perfect positive cycle.
This allows for a more subtle and profound sense of control over power.
He probably realized that the reason why his normal power cultivation was so smooth with almost no bottlenecks was largely due to the Tree of Might he had consumed in the early stages.
It not only greatly purified his physical body, but also seemed to break through some invisible shackles within him, allowing his potential to be developed almost infinitely.
However, as Turles immersed himself in this ever-growing power, he underwent a new round of analysis and introspection.
As his normal strength continued to accumulate, his body... seemed to be approaching a certain limit.
A more fundamental physical limit, originating from the cellular level of the body.
He keenly sensed that the activity of every cell in his body seemed to be reaching a critical point sooner or later, at which point it could bear "qi".
Like a balloon.
You can keep filling it with air, making it bigger and bigger.
However, the material of the balloon itself determines its ultimate capacity.
Although it may seem too early at the moment.
But it is a problem that we will always have to face.
If that day ever comes!
Either increase the capacity or improve the quality of the gas!
Turles has been trying to improve the quality of Qi.
The purity of the gas is continuously improved through concentration and refining.
But this is a long road with no shortcuts.
So, if we want to increase the body's capacity, where should we start?
Where exactly are the physical limits of Saiyan hidden?
A gentle breeze swept across the hillside.
The tightly wrapped brown hair around Turles' waist suddenly loosened a bit.
The tail, a primal feature of the Saiyan, quietly drooped down.
It swayed unconsciously in mid-air.
The Planet Turles.
More than a month after Turles and the other warriors left the Planet Turles.
Vegeta stands here quietly almost every day.
Like an abandoned statue.
Support staff would occasionally pass by at the end of the corridor.
I always avoid him when I see him.
No one dared to approach this Saiyan Prince who exuded a violent aura.
Vegeta kept his eyes closed.
That's Bulma's laboratory.
He needs answers.
The answer regarding Super Saiyan!
There must be something he overlooked.
A secret hidden deep within the Saiyan bloodline!
Bulma is the only one here who can help him.
Day after day, Vegeta had countless thoughts of rushing in and smashing the lab to pieces.
But Vegeta also knew that he didn't have the leverage to do whatever he wanted right now...
"Laugh--"
The heavy metal door slid open slowly to both sides.
Vegeta suddenly opened his eyes.
Bulma came out wearing an oversized white lab coat.
He was holding a cup of black coffee that had gone cold.
As she walked, she opened her mouth wide and let out a long yawn, completely disregarding her image.
Vegeta immediately stepped forward, ready to ask a question.
Bulma glanced at him.
He slowly raised his coffee cup and took a sip.
He raised his hand, interrupting Vegeta's actions.
She rubbed her sore neck.
"Some discoveries have indeed been made."
She drew out the sound.
"However, I'm not sure if this will work for you..."
"Don't rush!"
She glared at Vegeta with annoyance.
"I spent so much time helping you, Dr. Gero's old databases and doing my own research."
Do you know how much trouble this is?
Vegeta looked at Bulma, puzzled. "So what do you want?"