From Godhood to the Heavens

Yang Jian's casually uttered word "fixed" was like a decree containing the laws of the universe, instantly draining all the surging, violent energy from Vegeta's body.

The azure light of the Super Saiyan God suddenly went out, as if it had never existed, leaving Vegeta frozen in place, still in his punching stance, his face frozen in utter shock and absurdity.

He could no longer sense the existence of "qi". The enormous energy within his body, which was enough to shake the stars and support his dominance over all others, was as if it had been completely sealed and annihilated by an invisible giant hand, leaving only the heaviness and weakness of his mortal body.

An unprecedented chill swept over him; it wasn't a drop in temperature, but rather the nakedness and powerlessness of his very being exposed to the scrutiny of a higher being after his power was stripped away. His proud princely dignity and Saiyan bloodline pride were shattered in that moment.

"Uh..." Vegeta let out a suppressed, unwilling groan, his body swaying slightly as the power was suddenly withdrawn, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

His eyes, once burning with fighting spirit, were now filled only with unfocused bewilderment and profound self-doubt. Four thousand times the potential?

Before such a being who controls the laws and whose words become law, his little bit of power, which he was so proud of, seemed so laughable that he didn't even have the right to struggle.

The training ground was deathly silent.

All the Saiyan warriors, including those grass-root gods enlightened by Yang Jian, held their breath.

Prince Vegeta, the Saiyan's most elite warrior, in his Super Saiyan Blue form, symbolizing the pinnacle of their race's power, was easily suppressed by a single word from the opponent, as if a candle flame had been extinguished!

This overwhelming disparity in understanding didn't bring anger, but rather a chilling awe that seeped into their very bones. Even the way they looked at Yang Jian was filled with an indescribable fear.

The Frozen Demons were utterly silent. Frieza's signature elegant fake smile vanished completely, his crimson pupils narrowed to slits as he stared intently at Yang Jian, his long, thin tail unconsciously curling and taut, revealing the intense turmoil within him.

He knew better than anyone how terrifying Super Saiyan Blue Vegeta was, which made Yang Jian's seemingly casual move all the more unfathomable.

This was by no means a simple crushing of power, but an absolute control over energy, rules, and existence itself! A level of power that he had never understood, or even imagined.

Zhao Gongming paused slightly as he stroked his beard, his eyes shining even brighter. He murmured, "Words become law, the Dao is naturally formed. Erlang Zhenjun's mastery of the 'Stability' technique has reached a transcendent level, almost to the origin." The illusory image of the Falling Treasure Coin in his hand seemed to sense the profound Dao, its flowing golden light becoming even more gentle and restrained.

Fang Ping remained standing with his hands behind his back, a chaotic aura flowing silently around him, as if the shocking scene before him was merely a small ripple that he had anticipated.

His gaze was profound, passing over the stiff Vegeta and landing on the enormous cocoon of light in the distance, which was enveloped by interwoven crimson and silver energy—Kakarot's aura was transforming and rising within it at an astonishing speed, faintly revealing an ancient and vastness that surpassed even "gods".

Yang Jian didn't glance at Vegeta again, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust. He turned to the 1200 standing, grass-root gods, his voice regaining its previous clarity and majesty: "Concentrate! Draw upon the power of the stars, temper your foundation! Shift the formation—'Seven Stars Dipper Handle'!"

Following his command, the three-pointed double-edged sword slashed once more, its trajectory mysterious, drawing upon the sparse yet inexhaustible starlight in the sky.

The invisible force field vortex above the Grassroots God Legion suddenly accelerated its rotation, and the starlight, like rivers flowing into the sea, merged into the bodies of every warrior.

Under Yang Jian's command of battle intent, their auras became more refined and pure. Their bodies seemed to transform into containers that could hold the power of the stars. Their flesh and bones emitted a barely perceptible hum under the wash of starlight, faintly revealing a tough luster that was neither gold nor jade.

This is the initial tempering of the physical body by the Dao, the first step in laying the foundation for the mortal to move towards the sacred.

This silent transformation, like the loudest slap in the face, struck every Saiyan and the Frozen Demon who witnessed it. Their path to power was one of wild outbursts and extreme exploitation, while what they witnessed was a gentle, nurturing guidance and a natural, effortless sublimation. The difference was stark, like heaven and earth!

Vegeta's body trembled violently, an immense sense of humiliation threatening to consume him. He clenched his teeth so tightly that blood seeped from his gums, and a salty, metallic taste filled his mouth. The chilling feeling of being stripped of his power, in stark contrast to the steady rise of the grass-root gods before him, burned his soul like poisonous fire.

He was unwilling to accept it! He was the prince of the Saiyans! A genius in battle! Even a low-ranking warrior like Goku could reach higher levels, so why couldn't Vegeta?!

"what--!!!"

A roar originating from the depths of his soul, filled with endless humiliation, resentment, and mad obsession, suddenly exploded from Vegeta's throat! This roar was not a release of energy, but a burning of pure will, the roar of the Saiyan bloodline's indomitable fighting spirit in the face of despair!

At that very moment when the will burned to its peak!

hum!

The silver vertical line between Yang Jian's eyebrows, his Heavenly Eye that sees the origin and sorts out the laws, seemed to be touched by this extremely pure will, and suddenly lit up with a faint silver light!

A silver thread, thinner than a hair and almost invisible to the naked eye, shot out silently from the third eye. It was not an attack, but rather like a brand, instantly disappearing into Vegeta's forehead!

"Huh?!" Vegeta shuddered violently, and his roar abruptly stopped.

There was no pain, no shock. Instead, an indescribable torrent of "cognition" violently poured into his mind!

It wasn't a specific incantation or a diagram of energy flow. It was more like the trajectory of "Tao," the essential manifestation of "force."

He "saw" the surging "qi" within his body, which, under the silver light of Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye, revealed countless chaotic, conflicting, and self-consuming nodes and eddies; he "saw" how that seemingly casual slash had precisely cut into the most vulnerable and unstable "gap" in his torrent of power, using minimal force to deflect immense force; he even vaguely "sense" the power of the law that solidified the energy's circulation trend contained in the word "still" spoken by Yang Jian!

All this information, in the form of "Taoist traces" that transcend language and writing and reach the very source, was deeply imprinted on the depths of his soul! It was as if a vague yet real path leading to a higher level had been forcibly carved into his chaotic and ignorant consciousness!

"Pfft!" Vegeta coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body unable to support him any longer, and he collapsed to his knees. Forcibly enduring this imprint of laws far beyond his current level of understanding had placed an immense burden on his mind; his head throbbed with pain, and his consciousness felt as if it were being torn apart. But at the same time, an unprecedented, cold, and clear sense of enlightenment was frantically assaulting his existing cognitive barriers!

The power of Saiyans is not merely the explosion of muscles or the accumulation of ki! It should... be as orderly as the movement of stars, as powerful as the flow of a river! Power itself also has its own "way"!

He abruptly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Yang Jian. In those eyes, humiliation remained, but even more so, there was the shock and pain of having a new world forcibly opened to him, and... a trace of greedy longing for the scenery beyond that door, a longing he himself hadn't even realized! Although his body was weak, something deep within his soul had been completely ignited, purer and hotter than the flames of a Super Saiyan God!

“The… mark…” Vegeta squeezed out these two unfamiliar words through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse and trembling.

Yang Jian looked at Vegeta, who was kneeling on the ground, his breath weak but his eyes suddenly changing, and a barely perceptible hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. This boy's tenacity and purity of will were truly rare. This trace of Dao imprint was both bitter medicine and a ladder to heaven; how much he could comprehend depended entirely on his own destiny. He no longer paid attention to Vegeta, his gaze returning to the grass-headed god manipulating the battle formation, as if he had merely casually guided a stubborn rock.

Vegeta stared blankly at his hands, a silvery-white aura covering his entire body, as if there was a special charm in the world.

Fang Ping and Zhao Jiu recognized Vegeta's current state at a glance. It was the ultimate self he had comprehended at the end of the Tournament of Power. Every move he made was filled with the charm of the Dao.

A hint of admiration flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and he couldn't help but nod slightly. It was worth it for him to directly reveal the Dao. In this way, he could transcend the boundaries and become a Golden Immortal!