dragon ball rebirth amosxi

When everything calmed down, Yamosi opened his eyes, felt the surging power in his body and the ancient poems flowing in his blood, and he said excitedly: "Is this the power of blood? It feels amazing!" With this power, he not only surpassed the royal blood of the Saiyans in the primeval period, but also reached a new realm that had never been seen before, and was destined to leave his own unique mark in the long river of history.

The legendary white god may really exist because no one has ever seen him, which makes people gradually forget about the previous legends. This power transcends the Freedom Extreme Mind Gong, and it is based on the Super Race form. As far as I know, this power even surpasses that of the whole king and the great priest, and even the whole king cannot match it. I remember this as an image.

Amossi's eyes were gray, boundless, boundless. A wisp of confusion welled up in his heart, "Where is this?" Although this environment is like the void world in the novel, Yamoxi knows that he is in the universe of Dragon Ball, and it cannot be nothingness. But confusion is confusion, he doesn't know where he is at the moment.

In the haze, Yamossi began to practice, letting the wind of the universe blow through his clothes. He closed his eyes and felt the transformation and cycle of all things. His cultivation is not new, and every breath he takes is a comprehension of the way of controlling his breath and cultivating the way of the gods. The gods of the earth and the universe no longer need to point fingers at him, he is already self-contained, self-consciously self-cultivating.

Time is the most imperceptible flow in the universe, and before you know it, a year passes quietly. At this moment, a terrifying energy suddenly erupted from the once peaceful unknown universe, as if the heart of the universe was beating suddenly. This energy pierces through the real and the unreal, opening a crack in the unknown world around it. As the energy dissipated, the space slowly healed the rift and returned to its usual calm.

In the center of the rift, there is a figure floating in the universe, he is Amoshe. His whole body was surrounded by gold and silver light, like a river of living stars swirling around him. At the end of this spiritual journey, he encountered the most mysterious and profound power in the universe.

In merging with this force, Yamossi felt a realization that he had never felt before. With every breath he breathed, every time he thought, he penetrated more deeply into the mysteries of the universe. His memory, his cultivation, and the way of the gods were all perfectly sublimated at that moment. This process gave him a deeper understanding of the nature of the universe and a deeper understanding of himself.

Yamossi was in the midst of deep meditation on his practice, and his mind seemed to have traveled through time and space, touching the invisible power of the universe. The energy gradually dissipated, and the spatial cracks that had once tumbled slowly healed, and the tranquility returned to his cultivation space. However, Amoxes knew that this anomalous experience would remain in the depths of his psyche for eternity. At that moment, he felt that he was intimately connected to the power of the universe, and this realization was undoubtedly a qualitative leap forward for his cultivation and an important turning point in his life.

Closing his eyes, Yamothy began to think deeply about how to transform this year's spiritual experience, especially the fusion with the power of the universe, into inner strength. He knew that cultivation was not only about concentrating on comprehending the natural power of heaven and earth, but also about internalizing this power and forming his own unique breath and technique. He had a new determination to use this power to reach a higher level in his future practice, thus proving that his existence was not in vain.

As time passed, Yamossi's heart became more and more determined. The mysteries of the universe were like an endless ocean, and he knew that he was still a fledgling explorer. However, there is no confusion and hesitation in his eyes, only the direction of progress and the endless desire to explore. Practice, for Yamothy, was no longer a lonely affair, and he began to learn to speak to the forces within him, to be at the same frequency with the forces of nature, and to achieve a wonderful harmony.

Through continuous practice and meditation, Yamothy gained a deep understanding of the true meaning of life and the nature of power. He continued to improve, and his mastery and skill of the indescribable qi became more and more proficient. He realized that the powers at his disposal had changed from mere dependence to trusty companions who accompanied him on his spiritual path, giving him strength and courage.

Yamothy began to adjust his breathing, feeling the infinite breath of the universe, gradually adjusting to the same frequency as his own breathing. His heart, gently, slowly, began to resonate with the hidden rhythms of the universe. It is an extraordinary experience, and with every heartbeat, it is advancing towards the depths of the universe.

He closed his eyes, and the sound of the stars seemed to sound in his ears, and he began to listen, to perceive everything around him. A breeze blows through the stardust, and each speck of dust seems to contain infinite secrets. Yamothy tries to capture those subtle energies that can only be accessed at the depths of the spirit. He focused his spiritual power, his will was as strong as steel, and his heart was as peaceful as a tranquil lake.