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"The Tournament of Power isn't over yet." Lin Ye's voice was tinged with laughter, and the silver Ultimate Pattern danced at the corner of his eye. "If you want to find the real answer, win until the very end. Then, I'll give you a good fight."

He turned and walked towards the position in Universe 7, where Vegeta and Android 18 were waiting for him. Sunlight streamed through the dome of the Omni-King's Palace, casting overlapping shadows on the three of them, like an unbreakable seal.

"That was a cowardly move." Vegeta scoffed, but moved half a step to the side to make room for Lin Ye. "If it were me, I would have punched that bastard in the face."

“Sometimes fists can’t solve problems.” Lin Ye flexed his wrist, the silver light slowly fading. “The knot in his heart needs to be untied in another way.”

Android 18 suddenly pointed to a corner of the audience: "Look at the Supreme Kai of Universe 4."

Lin Ye and Vegeta looked over at the same time and saw the small man wrapped in a black robe secretly throwing something into the arena. The black powder fell to the ground and instantly melted into the shadows, leaving no trace.

"What is that guy up to?" Vegeta frowned, his deep blue aura fluctuating slightly.

Lin Ye's system suddenly popped up a notification: [Unknown dark energy detected, originating from the same source as the spell in the Dapura Cave]. Looking at the seemingly normal shadow, he suddenly had a bad feeling; the Fourth Universe's actions were probably faster than they had imagined.

In the center of the arena, Jiren stood rooted to the spot, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the spot on his shoulder where he had been slapped. The gray aura slowly subsided, but for the first time, something else appeared in his icy pupils—not anger, not hatred, but a wavering that even he himself didn't realize.

"Master..." he murmured softly, as if asking the air, or perhaps asking himself, "Was I really wrong?"

The wind whistled through the empty arena, offering no answer. Only the excited shouts of the Omni-King urged this match, a contest of life and death for the universe, to continue.

Chapter 379: The Seed of Time and Space? Reappearance

The contestant from Universe 6 was thrown out of the arena like a kite with a broken string, causing ripples to spread across the energy barrier. The Omni-King's chubby hand was already raised in the air, golden cleansing energy swirling in his palm: "Out! Disappear!"

“Lord Omni-King, according to the rules, we need to confirm whether there was a violation first.” The High Priest quickly pressed down on his arm, his white robe swaying gently with the movement. “You see, this contestant was knocked out of the arena normally.”

The Omni-King tilted his head and thought for a moment, then withdrew his energy: "Alright, alright, I'll clear them out next time they foul!"

Lin Ye's attention wasn't on this little incident. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, as if he'd been struck by static electricity. The system interface flashed red lights wildly, and an alarm blared, piercing his eardrums: [High-intensity spacetime energy fluctuations detected, matching the characteristics of the 'Seed of Spacetime' within Cell's body, similarity 98%]

He turned his head sharply, his gaze sweeping across the arena like a radar. A tall, thin contestant from Universe 4 was being pushed to the edge by Goku's Kamehameha and was about to fall. But taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was on the energy wave, he quickly bent down and pressed a black seed the size of a fingernail into a crack in the arena floor.

The spiral patterns on the outer shell of that thing were exactly the same as the Babidi magic circle that Lin Ye had seen in the Dapu Cave, only finer, as if it had been engraved with a needle tip.

"Not good!" Lin Ye's figure left a golden afterimage in place, and the next second he appeared where the seed had landed. He raised his hand and condensed golden flames, which wrapped the ground like a thin film. He felt the seed's faint pulsation from his fingertips, like the heart of a living thing.

The moment they made contact, the seed suddenly exploded! Black vines, carrying a fishy smell, gushed out from the ground, growing wildly like countless venomous snakes following the trajectory of the gas, their target the throne of the Omni-King at the highest point of the audience.

"What is this? It's sparkly and so interesting!" The Omni-King curiously reached out his little hand to touch it, but the High Priest quickly pulled him away.

"Lord Omni-King, be careful!" The High Priest's scepter flashed a golden light in mid-air, blocking the first vines to arrive. The moment the black plants touched the throne, they began to crystallize, and gear-shaped symbols appeared on their surface, exactly the same as the mechanical Omni-King's core in Dapura Cave in Lin Ye's memory, only smaller and denser.

“They are the vanguard of Kronos.” Beerus’s voice came from the audience. Purple destructive energy swirled in his palm, and his cat-like face was unusually devoid of mockery. “These seeds can absorb the energy of the gods, just like a sponge absorbs water. Once they are full, they can cause the spacetime rift to expand ahead of time.”

"Why didn't you say so sooner!" Champa screamed, clutching his head and shrinking his large body behind Weiss. "If anything happened to the Omni-King, we'd all be doomed!"

Lin Ye had no time to pay attention to the Gods of Destruction's argument. His Extreme Instinct made him unleash a golden blade of energy, precisely severing the vines that were wrapping around the Omni-King. But the branches that had been broken in two fell to the ground and twisted and rejoined themselves like earthworms, even becoming thicker and growing barbs at their tips.

[System Notification: The Seed of Time and Space has merged with the energy field of the Omni-King's Palace; the difficulty of removal has increased to 92%]

"Use this!" Number 18's voice cut through the hissing of the vines, and the capsule spun and flew toward Lin Ye.

He instinctively caught the switch and pressed it. The capsule popped out with a "bang," revealing a small jade bottle containing a pale green liquid. "Namek's purifying holy water," Android 18 shouted as she used an energy wave to repel the approaching vines. "Bulma was prepared. Dende said this stuff is specifically effective against dark magic!"

Lin Ye uncorked the bottle, and white mist billowed out the moment the holy water touched the air. With a flick of his wrist, the pale green liquid sprinkled onto the vines like raindrops. The black plant immediately let out a shrill scream, as if it had been doused with sulfuric acid, shrinking and turning black at a visible speed, finally turning into smoky ash, leaving not a trace.

"It works!" Lin Ye stared at the remaining crystals on the ground, the gear symbols still flickering faintly. He suddenly recalled Cell's words before his self-destruction, when the android laughed maniacally: "The Seed of Time comes from beings of higher dimensions. They treat the universe as pasture, and we are just nutrients waiting to be harvested..."

"It seems we have a common enemy." Jiren's gray aura suddenly enveloped the arena, instantly raising the temperature and burning the few remaining vines in the corner to charcoal. He walked to Lin Ye's side, his gaze falling on the small jade bottle. "Namekian magic?"

"What do you know?" Lin Ye gripped the jade bottle tightly, his fingertips turning white from the force. This guy's sudden attack was definitely not out of simple kindness.

Jiren turned and walked toward the position in Universe 11, a long trail of gray aura trailing behind him: "Win the Tournament of Power, and I'll tell you the truth about Cronus." He paused, not turning back, "Until then, don't die."

Watching his retreating figure, Lin Ye suddenly realized that this tournament had been distorted from the very beginning. The contestants from each universe seemed to be fighting for survival, but in reality, they were all accumulating power to fight against Kronos. Jiren's indifference, Goku's passion, and even the treachery of Universe 4 were all, in essence, a prelude to an even greater storm.

[Current Universe Reputation Value: 500 million, unlocked title 'Time and Space Guardian', gained skill 'Time and Space Barrier'] The system notification sound became gentler. [Skill Effect: Can temporarily isolate Chronos's time and space erosion].

"That gray bastard, how dare he order you around?" Vegeta walked up to him, his deep blue aura mixed with golden specks of light, the residual energy from when he helped Lin Ye block the vines. "Wait till I teach him a lesson, then let's see if he dares to be so arrogant again!"

“He knows about Kronos.” Lin Ye’s fingertips swept across the system interface, and the newly unlocked “Space-Time Barrier” skill icon flashed in blue light, like a small shield. “We need to win, not only to make a wish, but also to know the enemy’s trump card.”

Vegeta scoffed but didn't argue further. He simply moved closer to the center of the arena, adopting a defensive stance: "If I win, I win. Who's afraid of who? But don't expect me to cooperate with you, you piece of trash."

Suddenly, the robotic arm number 18 pointed to the sky, the sound of its metal joints turning exceptionally clear in the silence: "Look up there."

Lin Ye and Vegeta looked up simultaneously. The once clear dome was now covered with dark clouds, pure black as if dyed with ink, slowly swirling. Even more chilling were the black cracks that appeared and disappeared within the clouds, varying in size from as small as a fingernail to large enough to reveal the churning chaos within, like countless pairs of prying eyes coldly watching the battlefield below.

"Looks like they can't wait any longer." A resolute glint flashed in Number 18's blue eyes as his mechanical arm creaked, switching to combat mode. "Ready for a tough battle?"

Lin Ye clenched his fist, the golden flames and the silver light of his ultimate technique perfectly merging and flowing between his fingers. He could feel the new skill "Space-Time Barrier" gathering power within him, and he could also feel Vegeta and Android 18's ki rising in sync.

At the edge of the arena, Goku scratched his head and laughed, his tail swishing excitedly: "This is going to be interesting!"

Bulma clutched the monitor tightly to her chest. The energy curve on the screen had already exceeded the safe limit, but her eyes shone brightly: "You idiots, don't lose!"

Lin Ye took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the black cracks. He knew the Tournament of Power was over; the real battle was just beginning. And this time, they would face hunters from a higher dimension.

Chapter 380: Super Dragon? The Choice

As the final whistle of the Tournament of Power pierced the void, Lin Ye stood firmly in the center of the arena, stepping on Jiren's shoulders. The gray warrior's aura was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, but his deep eyes held no resentment of a loser, only a calm relief.

“You won.” Jiren’s voice was hoarse with a metallic scraping quality. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his well-defined fingers trembling slightly. “You understand better than I do why we fight.”

"Universe 7 won!" Zeno jumped up from his throne, clapping his chubby little hands, his crystal-like eyes sparkling with excitement. "Now we can make a wish to the Super Shenron!"

The high priest gracefully raised his scepter, and a golden beam of light shot straight into the sky, causing the void to peel away layer by layer like shattered glass. The colossal body of the super dragon stretched out in the light, its sky-covering scales reflecting the seven-colored glow, and the red flames dancing in its vertical pupils slowly swept across the entire area, causing the palace to tremble slightly with every glance.

"Speak your wish." A deep dragon roar, like ancient thunder, caused fine cracks to appear on the obsidian floor of the palace.

Lin Ye's gaze swept across the audience. Vegeta had his back to him, but his purple cape subtly tilted to his side, and his ears were slightly red; Android 18 leaned against the railing, his mechanical arm reflecting a soft blue light, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the metal; Piccolo stood in front of the Namekians' team, the muscles beneath his green skin relaxing, and a familiar smile curving his lips.

[Wish options: 1. Resurrect your parents from the original world; 2. Obtain Chronos's weakness; 3. Clear all spacetime rifts]

As soon as the system's electronic voice faded, Lin Ye heard a gasp behind him. He turned around and saw Champa from Universe 6 grabbing Beerus's tail, while the two cat-like gods rolled around in their seats, yelling, "Definitely choose the third one, you idiot."

"I choose the first one." Lin Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a boulder thrown into a lake, instantly drowning out all the noise.

The air seemed to freeze. The Omni-King blinked his large eyes and tugged at the High Priest's robes: "Who did he say he wanted to resurrect? Shouldn't he be bringing back the vanished universes?"

The Super Dragon's red vertical pupils suddenly contracted, its massive head slowly lowered, and the hot breath exhaled from its nostrils stirred up gusts of wind: "Are you sure? This means allowing the spacetime rift to expand, and countless universes will be devoured by Kronos in seventy-two hours."

Lin Ye's thoughts drifted back to that rainy night before he transmigrated. His mother chased after him, holding a burnt fried egg, her apron smeared with flour, her voice louder than thunder: "Even if you work overtime until dawn, you still need to eat something!" His father, lying on the hospital bed, held his hand tightly, the IV dripping, his withered fingers carrying an undeniable strength: "Living is more important than anything else."

These memories, marked by the system as having "no combat value," are now churning in my veins like magma.

"Confirmed." The golden aura around him suddenly softened, like melting sunlight. "What good is winning this lousy tournament if you can't even protect your own parents?"

The super dragon roared deafeningly, and two beams of red light shot from its eyes, intertwining to form a familiar figure in front of Lin Ye. His mother was still wearing that faded apron, his father's hair was neatly combed, and he even had those old reading glasses taped to his nose.

"Xiao Ye?" His mother reached out and touched his cheek, the warmth of her fingertips seeping through his skin and into his bones. "Where is this place? Why are you dressed like this?"

Lin Ye rushed over and hugged them, his tears falling onto his mother's apron, leaving a small wet patch. He heard a sniffling sound behind him, and turned to see Bulma tapping Vegeta's head with her Dragon Ball radar: "Look at her!" The Saiyan prince awkwardly turned his face away, his ears turning as red as if they were about to bleed.

[A rejection reaction was detected between the original world's life forms and the Dragon Ball world. The parents' existence is limited to 72 hours.]

The system's warning sound was drowned out by the father's cough. The elderly couple, supporting each other, looked around. Suddenly, the mother pointed at the Omni-King floating in the air and exclaimed, "Why is this child floating? Did he use some kind of magic?" The father stared at the scales of the Super Shenron and muttered to himself, "This dragon statue is so realistic, it must have cost a lot of money."

"Dad, Mom." Lin Ye wiped away his tears and was about to explain when his mother pushed him away.

"Why have you gotten so thin, child?" His mother stood on tiptoe and touched his forehead, then pinched his arm. "Have you not been eating properly? Look at these clothes, how are we going to wash them, all that gold?"

The father took out crumpled coins from his pocket and stuffed them into Lin Ye's hand: "Are you out of money? Dad has some here, so be careful with your spending."

Low chuckles rippled through the crowd, even causing Jiren, who had maintained a stern expression, to smirk. This man, who had just moments before been able to contend with the strongest warrior in the entire universe, was now nothing more than an immature child in his parents' eyes.

“It seems you’re more of a ‘human’ than I thought.” Jiren stood up at some point, blood still seeping from the cracks in his gray battle suit. “As a reward, I’ll tell you a secret: Kronos’s true form is hidden in the deepest part of the spacetime rift, feeding on ‘possibilities’.”

Lin Ye was jolted. Looking at his parents' hands, which were gradually turning transparent, he suddenly understood the dragon's intention. This seemingly cruel choice was actually a trial: were you willing to shoulder the fate of the entire universe for the sake of your loved ones?

"Dad, Mom, I have something to take care of." Lin Ye grasped their gradually fading hands, and his golden aura surged again. "I'll come find you after I've dealt with this."

His mother slipped a bag of cookies into his pocket, the wrappers rustling as she said, "Don't overwork yourself, eat on time." His father patted his shoulder, the touch still so familiar: "Be careful, we don't expect you to be a hero."

As the two figures vanished into specks of light, Lin Ye heard Number 18's voice from behind: "Pretty cool, huh?" He turned around and saw the female warrior leaning against the railing, her mechanical arm gleaming coldly: "But don't expect me to clean up your mess."

"Who needs your help?" Vegeta's deep blue aura suddenly erupted, sending Beerus, the God of Destruction, flying. "Of course, it's up to me, the prince, to deal with something like Chronos."

The Super Dragon's laughter boomed like a great bell: "An interesting choice. Although it can't directly clear the rift, the Namekian magic circle on the Ark Space Station can temporarily seal Chronos's energy." It paused, a hint of amusement flashing in its enormous pupils, "Remember, the courage to protect those you love is sometimes more terrifying than the power to destroy everything."

The moment Shenron vanished, Lin Ye turned to look at his companions. Vegeta had already assumed a fighting stance, deep blue energy condensing into a ball of light in his palm; Android 18's mechanical arm had launched an energy cannon, the muzzle flashing a dangerous red light; Piccolo clasped his hands together, ancient patterns appearing on his green skin.

"Seventy-two hours." Lin Ye's ultimate aura swirled around him, resonating with the energy of his companions. "That's enough for us to build a defensive line."

"I can't wait any longer!" Vegeta's roar shattered several floating clouds. "You stole the spotlight last time, now it's my turn!"

"Don't treat me like a support staff member." Number 18 moved its mechanical arm, the joints making a slight gear-like sound. "I haven't settled the score with you for keeping me locked up on Earth to repair the spaceship last time."

Lin Ye looked at their familiar faces and suddenly smiled. He automatically ignored the system notification that his cosmic reputation had exceeded ten million. The newly unlocked skill icons flashed on his retina, but they were far less pleasing to the eye than Vegeta's agitated appearance.

He suddenly remembered that when he first transmigrated, the first mission the system issued was "to become the strongest in the universe." But now he felt that having a group of noisy companions by his side was much more important than any of that bullshit about being the strongest.

"Let's go." Lin Ye flew towards the teleportation portal first, leaving a long trail of golden flames behind him. "To the Ark Space Station."

Vegeta was faster than him, his deep blue figure streaking across the sky like a meteor: "Wait! This time I'm going to pilot a spaceship!"

"You piloted the spaceship into a star last time!" Number 18's voice followed closely, tinged with obvious disdain. "I'll take the pilot's place!"

Piccolo shook his head and followed behind, his green cloak fluttering in the wind. Looking at the three figures arguing incessantly ahead, he suddenly felt that perhaps this seemingly unwinnable battle wasn't so terrible after all.

Just before the portal closed, Lin Ye glanced back at the empty arena. It seemed as if the warmth of his parents and their words, "Don't overwork yourself," still lingered there.

He clenched his fist, and the golden flames suddenly blazed fiercely.

The 72-hour countdown has begun.

Chapter 381: The Undercurrents of the Tournament of Power

The arena for the Tournament of Power floated in a rift in the universe, with twelve viewing platforms from different universes surrounding the central battleground like flower petals. The arena was paved with countless glowing energy bricks, each containing a defensive force field powerful enough to withstand attacks at the level of a God of Destruction. Lin Ye stood in the preparation area of ​​Universe Seven, feeling the gazes from various universes—some curious, some disdainful, and most undisguised hostility.

"Don't be too nervous, Lin Ye." Sun Wukong patted him on the shoulder, a signature hearty smile on his face. "No matter who the opponent is, just beat them up."

Lin Ye nodded, his gaze falling on the sixth universe. There, the Saiyan Cabba was speaking quietly with Hit. Cabba's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, clearly ready for battle. Hit, on the other hand, remained indifferent, as if everything around him was irrelevant. But Lin Ye could sense that beneath that seemingly calm exterior lay unfathomable power.

"System notification: High-intensity energy reaction detected, originating from Hit in Universe 6, danger level: S+." The system's mechanical voice sounded in my mind, "It is recommended to avoid direct confrontation and search for weaknesses in its time manipulation abilities."

Lin Ye clenched his fists, his Saiyan blood boiling. He knew that this Tournament of Power was not just a contest between different universes, but also a crucial step for him to seize the power of the God of Destruction and uncover the mysteries of the universe.

Just then, the Omni-King's voice resounded throughout the arena: "Warriors of all universes, the Tournament of Power has officially begun! The rules are simple: knock your opponent off the field and you are eliminated. The universe that remains on the field at the end wins!"

As the Omni-King finished speaking, the energy barrier of the battle arena opened instantly, and the warriors of the twelve universes rushed into the arena like arrows released from a bow.