dragon ball rebirth amosxi

Sensing the sudden change in atmosphere, the Bardocks and the Paragass, father and son, glanced at each other, and their bright smiles faded into unconcealed nervousness and surprise. They all understood that this great heavenly official who had gone through vicissitudes but had always stood tall was extraordinary, and the anomaly at this moment was likely to indicate something extraordinary to come.

Bardock tried to make eye contact, trying to get insight into the Great Heavenly Official's thoughts, but the heavy, unfathomable gaze made it difficult for him to fathom. Paragas was stunned, he put down his chopsticks and used his keen intuition to sense the indescribable aura. However, there seemed to be nothing unusual except for a quiet afternoon.

Paragas's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he thought of a possibility, he was not sure but his heart was racing. For a moment, he even felt a hint of shock.

At this time, little Irene was completely unaware of the sudden tension. She smiled sweetly, clutched the little dinosaur's leg in her hand, and ate excitedly. In her world, delicious food is everything, and even if the sky falls, it can't compare to the food on the table.

The Great Heavenly Official smiled slightly, breaking the brief silence. He nodded slightly, with a bit of solemnity and expectation in his tone, but a few simple words were like a stormy wave, causing ripples in the hearts of everyone present: "Well, you guessed right. Lord Yamothy is indeed out of the customs. "

The mood of the four Bardocks and Palagas father and son was hit hard, and an indescribable feeling welled up in their hearts. Is Yamosi-sama finally out of the customs?

Before Yamossi left the customs, he closed his eyes and meditated in the training room for ten years. Due to the great power in his body, the space produces subtle fluctuations. Yamoxi's body glowed with a faint golden glow that flickered periodically, like the elusive stars in the night sky, sometimes dazzling, sometimes dim.

However, during a normal practice, the golden light began to fade and eventually dissipated completely, replaced by a crisp and smooth silver glow. The space in the cultivation room seemed to resonate with this force, and an imperceptible tremor filled the air, as if even its own structure was faintly changing.

What happened next was an unexpected surprise for Yamothy. The energy in his body was surging like a torrent, converging and dissolving at the energy drainage port of his tail. At the same time, Yamothy was surprised to find that his long tail, which had symbolized the glory and power of his race, began to slowly melt, like ice and snow melting as the sun rose, gradually absorbed by his body.

This scene was unprecedented for Yamossi. In his community, the tail was an indispensable symbol, but now he has lost it. However, instead of feeling fear, he felt a wave of excitement and confidence that came from within. He could feel a new power spreading through his body, one that was solid and deep, unlike anything he had ever taken before. He seemed to have been given a new lease of life.

Not only did the tail change, but so did Yamoxi's hair color, from the original jet-black ink to silver hair, emitting a cold glow like moonlight. His eyes also gradually changed, from deep black to completely silvery white, as if filled with cool moonlight, colorful and mysterious. His whole temperament has also undergone a drastic change, from the previous wild and powerful to calm and mysterious.

This change is no longer as powerful and explosive as Super Saiyan Five, but rather a state of convergence and restrained stability, a well-thought-out and intelligent force. In this new normal, Yamosi's every attack carries a shocking power, and every movement is as heavy as the precipitation of countless years. Unlike Super Saiyan Five, he is not covered in silver body hair!

As time passed, Yamossi could feel himself merging with this new power. His cells seemed to vibrate slightly, celebrating this meaningful metamorphosis. He knew that a historic evolution was taking place in him.

As if with enough strength in reserve, Yamoxi slowly opened his silver-white eyes in an immeasurable amount of time. Silver-haired and silver-eyed, in the dimness of the cultivation room, things and I have forgotten, just like a clear spring in the forest under the cold moon.

As if free, he took a deep breath and felt every molecule in the air talk to him. In this cultivation room, he was already a brand new self, no longer relying on his tail, no longer relying on his past primeval form.

After a long and difficult path of cultivation, Yamoxi finally made a huge breakthrough. In the quiet place of cultivation, he walked out slowly, and every step seemed to be stepping on the stars, revealing the purest tranquility.

At that moment, he had already recovered to the peak of the sixth order of the God Realm. The power in his body was surging like a tide, and it seemed as if every wisp of wind was dancing in his mind. He closed his eyes, and the power in his body was like a sleeping dragon awakening, rushing through the meridians, and every trace of power showed the mystery of the creation of the world.