On the other side of the universe, in a desolate and unknown star field.
The light here seems to be swallowed up by some invisible force, even the starlight appears exceptionally dim, unable to penetrate this dense, impenetrable darkness.
A strangely shaped and dilapidated spaceship, leaving a barely perceptible trail, was silently approaching a dark planet.
At the top of the spaceship, Moro, cloaked and with his hood hanging over his shoulders, slowly stood up.
The pair of stilted ram horns looked incredibly sinister...
The spaceship's engines made no sound, like an old, giant beast lurking in the darkness, slowly and steadily approaching its prey.
Inside the cockpit, the horned alien was intently manipulating the instrument panel, fine beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
As the spaceship slowly descended, a faint chill seeped in through its metal hull, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
This planet gives me one word: feeling.
dark!
It was very dark!
It was a chilling stillness and darkness that could even devour light.
The spacecraft landed smoothly.
The hatch slid open silently.
The horned alien followed Moro's tall figure, carefully descending the gangway.
He couldn't help but speak, his voice sounding somewhat abrupt in the extreme silence.
" Moro, are you... not going to devour this planet?"
In his mind, Moro had only one purpose in searching for planets: to devour their life energy and restore his own power.
But the planet before them was lifeless, devoid of any sign of life.
Moro did not stop; he continued forward seemingly casually yet with a clear direction, without giving an immediate reply.
After a long while, his deep, hoarse voice finally rang out in the darkness.
"We can't eat this planet."
Moro's tone was devoid of any emotion.
"We're just here to see a 'friend'..."
friend?
The horned alien was stunned.
Could an ancient demon like Lord Moro, who devours planets and sees everything as food, really have "friends"?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
What kind of being could be called a friend by Moro?
Is it an ancient monster as terrifying as him? Or a mysterious and powerful being who wields some forbidden power?
A surge of curiosity instantly overwhelmed his fear and unease.
He said nothing more, but followed closely behind Moro, advancing silently in the deathly darkness.
It was too quiet around us.
It was so quiet that he could clearly hear his own heart pounding and his breathing becoming heavy with tension.
I don't know how long we walked.
A colossal mountain range, towering into the clouds, like a lurking ancient beast, stood before them, blocking their path.
Moro's figure stopped here.
He raised his head, his dark red eyes calmly gazing at the towering black mountain before him.
After a long pause, he uttered a sigh that was difficult to decipher.
"This should be the correct location..."
"It's turned out like this..."
The Sharp-Horned Alien was completely bewildered, having no idea what Moro meant.
While he was still speculating...
Moro slowly raised his right hand and gently patted the mountain in front of him.
With Moro's palm strike, a huge, bottomless gap was punched into the center of the mountain!
Countless tons of rocks collapsed and rolled down.
A huge, deep, pitch-black passage appeared inside the mountain, like the maw of a giant beast ready to devour its prey.
Startled by this sudden turn of events, the horned alien collapsed to the ground, trembling violently.
He stared in horror at the deep opening of the cave, then at Moro's slowly lowering hand.
Moro completely ignored the disgraceful behavior of his subordinates behind him. He strode forward and stepped into the bottomless dark passage without hesitation.
The tall figure was quickly swallowed up by the dense darkness.
The horned alien stared at the dark opening, his heart pounding.
What's inside...?
Is Moro's "friend" located deep within these mountains?
Endless fear and curiosity, like two giant hands, gripped his heart tightly.
He gritted his teeth, struggled to his feet, and scrambled inside.
The inside of the passage was even darker than the outside; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
The air was filled with a damp, rotten smell, mixed with an indescribable, fishy-sweet odor.
In this absolute silence and darkness, the monotonous sound was amplified infinitely, pounding on the nerves of the angular aliens.
He dared not stray too far from Moro.
I don't know how long we walked.
In the darkness ahead, a faint light finally appeared.
It was a faint, eerie green light, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.
As the distance closed, the light became clearer and clearer.
Moro stopped in his tracks before the eerie green light.
He did not continue forward, but paused for a moment, his gaze piercing through the darkness and settling on the ancient stone platform at the deepest part of the space.
The Sharp-Horned Alien dared not utter a sound, and could only suppress the growing unease in his heart as he followed Moro's gaze.
The stone platform was quite ordinary; it was just a rough, huge rock covered in a thick layer of dust, with nothing particularly special about it.
Moro slowly walked towards the stone platform.
He stretched out his large hand and gently stroked the dusty, weathered stone surface, letting out a hoarse murmur.
"It's been preserved quite well..."
After saying that, he suddenly grabbed at something in the deepest darkness of the stone platform, as if he had grasped it.
Then, Moro turned and walked back to the trembling horned alien.
Using the faint, eerie green light, he slowly opened his hand, which looked like a withered tree trunk, and offered it to his subordinate.
"Look, is this what it is?"
The horned alien was stunned for a moment, his face full of confusion.
He looked up at Moro and cautiously called out, "Lord Moro?"
Moro offered an explanation.
Dragon Ball.
"Didn't you say that there used to be a bead circulating in the universe that could grant any wish?"
Dragon Ball?!
The horned alien suddenly realized what was happening and quickly moved closer, carefully examining the items in Moro's palm by the dim light.
It was a completely black bead with a smooth surface, yet no energy fluctuations could be detected.
However, in the dim light, several dark red star-shaped patterns could be faintly seen inside the bead.
The stars seemed to possess life, slowly drifting inside the bead, exuding a chilling, sinister aura.
The horned alien only glanced at it, but felt as if his soul was being sucked in. He was so frightened that he quickly looked away and swallowed hard.
He stammered, "Well... Moro... it's because I've never seen the Dragon Ball in person either..."
"But according to the rumors, it seems... it seems to look exactly like the one you have in your possession, sir..."
Upon hearing this, Moro's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
He nodded slightly and put the strange Dark Dragon Ball back into his pocket.
Then, his gaze suddenly shifted to the ground beneath his feet.
His other hand suddenly opened wide, and a dark red high-pressure Ki Blast condensed at his fingertips, which crashed down without warning towards his feet!
The horned alien was completely caught off guard.
boom--!!!
A deafening roar instantly exploded in the narrow passage!
The ground beneath his feet, along with the ancient stone platform, was completely shattered by Moro's attack.
A violent collapse began.
"Aaaaaah--!"
Amidst screams of weightlessness, the horned alien plummeted downwards, followed by countless fragments of rock.
Moro hovered in mid-air, letting the world beneath his feet collapse.
He and the horned aliens plunged together into a vast, even more sinister, underground space.
This passage is darker and colder than the one above.
In the center of the space stood a high platform tightly bound by countless intricate incantations and thick chains.
Above the platform, a long, heavy iron box, resembling a coffin, was suspended in the air.
The area around the iron box was filled with a dense, tangible black mist, exuding a deathly stillness that inspired despair.
As soon as the horned alien landed, it was terrified by the sight and scrambled backward, wishing it could get as far away from that "coffin" as possible.
Moro, however, casually walked up to it.
He raised his hand, and magic power of the same origin as that on the sealing chains surged from his palm.
Because the seal here was set up by him personally.
"Splash--"
As Moro infused his magic, the incantation chains that had been entangled for countless years crumbled layer by layer, turning to dust, as if encountering their nemesis, ice and snow.
The last restriction has been lifted.
The "coffin" suspended in mid-air slowly descended with a screeching sound.
Immediately afterwards.
With a "click".
The heavy coffin lid slid open automatically to both sides.
Moro looked down from his high vantage point.
Inside the coffin, there was a thick, impenetrable black mist.
A pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened.
A figure slowly rose from the coffin.
It was a woman.
She wore a tattered black dress, her face deathly pale, yet possessing a chilling, eerie beauty.
He stared at the Moro before him.
A flicker of confusion first crossed those scarlet eyes, followed by instinctive wariness, and finally, all of it transformed into a deep-seated hatred.
She gritted her teeth.
"Star Devourer!"