From Godhood to the Heavens

Vegeta's kneeling figure stood out starkly alone in the center of the training field.

The blood that spilled from his mouth stained the ground red, but he was completely unaware of it, staring intently at the vertical line between Yang Jian's brows that had lost its luster.

The silver thread that had just entered his soul was like the first ray of light that cleaved through chaos, shattering his preconceived notions about combat—it turned out that the ultimate power was not just about violent outbursts, but also about an order and trajectory like the workings of the heavens.

"Get up." Yang Jian's voice was devoid of any emotion. His three-pointed, double-edged sword pointed diagonally at the ground, but the Daoist aura flowing through the blade made Vegeta shudder. "The Saiyan bloodline may be brave, but it's like a bull charging into battle, without any strategy."

Vegeta suddenly looked up, his eyes no longer filled with arrogance, but with an almost devout thirst for knowledge: "I... Vegeta, want to train with the True Lord!"

As he uttered those words, he could clearly feel the shocked gazes directed at him by the Saiyans around him, but he paid them no heed.

The terror of the "fixation" technique he had just witnessed, and the true essence of power he had glimpsed within the Dao traces, made him realize for the first time that in the face of the absolute "Dao," the so-called Saiyan prince's dignity was as light as a feather.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, saying nothing more. He simply waved for him to stand behind the Grass God formation. The 1200 Grass Gods had already completed the initial operation of the "Small Heavenly Cycle Star Spirit Guiding Array," their auras resonating faintly with the power of the stars. Their gazes toward Vegeta carried a hint of scrutiny, but no contempt—those who could withstand a single blow from Yang Jian and actively seek the Dao were certainly extraordinary.

At the same moment, the energy cocoon in the distance suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light!

Kakarot's figure slowly emerged from the cocoon of light. His originally black hair now shimmered with a faint golden hue in the golden light, and a golden halo flickered in his eyes, which was none other than the iconic mark of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong.

"Hmm? This is..." A glint flashed in Zhao Jiu's eyes. As a transmigrator, he was very familiar with Sun Wukong's legacy. "Seventy-two transformations, somersault cloud, the law of heaven and earth... and that immortal fighting heart?"

Fang Ping nodded slightly, his voice carrying a hint of mystery: "This boy has always had the talent to grow stronger in battle, and with the fusion of Saiyan bloodline and the Daoist essence of the Great Sage, he has now reached the threshold of the Golden Immortal realm."

Before he could finish speaking, Kakarot suddenly opened his eyes! Wherever his gaze passed, ripples appeared in the space, as if the Monkey King's fiery eyes could see through illusions.

He raised his hand and grabbed, and a golden, gleaming phantom of a golden cudgel suddenly took shape. Although it was not a physical object, it exuded the supreme pressure of a "stabilizing force."

"Roar!" Kakarot let out a long roar, and his body burst with golden light, shattering the barriers of Earth Immortals and Heaven Immortals. In the violent energy vortex, his aura soared all the way to the early stage of Golden Immortal!

It was a terrifying being that combined the Saiyan's fighting instincts with the Great Sage's magic—capable of physically confronting like a savage god, and also capable of unleashing all sorts of profound and mysterious supernatural powers.

"What a magnificent lineage of the Monkey King!" Zhao Gongming exclaimed, stroking his beard. The illusory image of the Falling Treasure Coin shone brightly. "If this boy were to enter the battlefield, he would probably be inferior even to Erlang Shen's Grassroots Divine Army."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly regained his composure: "Each has its own mysteries." He knew that although Kakarot's power system was strong, it still needed to refine its Daoist principles, while the Grassroots Divine Army excelled in discipline and the rule of laws. The two had different paths and it was difficult to distinguish which was superior.

“Your Majesty,” Yang Jian suddenly stepped forward, his three-pointed double-edged sword trembling slightly, “Vegeta has comprehended the ‘Dao Mark,’ but his character still needs tempering. The Grassroots Divine Army has taken initial shape. I request permission to lead the troops to the outer borders of the Great Yan Dynasty for trials, and also… to see how far that Saiyan prince can go.”

Fang Ping's gaze drifted into the distance, where demonic energy churned faintly. "Approved," he said calmly, a hint of anticipation flashing within his chaotic aura. "You shall expand in all directions, slaying enemies above the Emperor level. The three great dynasties shall follow closely, rapidly expanding your territory as well."

Meanwhile, Kakarot, who had just stabilized his Golden Immortal realm, was curiously playing with the phantom of the Golden Cudgel in his hand, feeling the Great Sage's power surging within him and the resonance of his Saiyan bloodline.

"Father, are you alright?" Gohan asked anxiously, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Sun Wukong snapped out of his daze, the phantom of the golden cudgel in his hand vanished instantly, a complex look flashed in his eyes, he rubbed Gohan's head and said, "I'm fine!"

Mr. Sun Wukong is a very good person!

He muttered to himself in a low voice, "The Great Sage Equal to Heaven~"

Before leaving, Yang Jian glanced at Sun Wukong, sighed in his heart, and turned to leave without hesitation. He had only inherited his legacy; he was not the real Sun Wukong!

That Monkey King who cherished him and was no less than himself!

Unexpectedly, not only did he inherit the monkey's legacy, but he also received the divine position of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, as well as all the monkey's incense and faith.

Becoming a Buddha, is that truly possible...?

Forget it, none of that matters. The most important thing is to get back to my peak as soon as possible, and if I have the opportunity to go even further!

No one else knew what Yang Jian was thinking. Only Zhao Gongming glanced at Yang Jian, then at the monkey, touched his chin, and a smile appeared on his lips!

Fang Ping ignored them, because unless they were of value to him, these anomalies would not have any impact.

This world has immense potential. Although one cultivates the divine path, one still possesses the power to reach the other shore. Although one cannot change one's cultivation path, one's divine incarnation can continuously advance.

As the divine incarnation's strength increases, it naturally gains mastery of the power of laws. The power of the laws it cultivates can also feed back to itself, prompting its own progress in the path of laws.

It indirectly enhances the user's own strength.

Although this place is located in a remote area, it provides an opportunity for development without having to directly compete with those major religions.

Before we have the strength of a Great Luo warrior, we can only advance slowly from the outside towards the Central Region!

With a wave of his hand, the Demon King appeared, wielding the God-Slaying Spear. He glanced at Frieza and the numerous Frost Demons!

With their minds in sync, they naturally knew everything, so a smile appeared on their lips as they asked, "Where is Basha?"

In the next instant, the servant in the shadows appeared as a human with a snake's tail, his body covered in scales that resembled a blue demon.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Basha's expression was alluring, her eyes like snake pupils, making her look incredibly seductive, and her aura had actually reached the peak of the Xuanxian realm!

He was once just an Earth Immortal, but with the evolution of the Dark World, the strengthening of the Dark Origin, and the investment of countless resources, he still managed to successively surpass the realms of Celestial Immortal, True Immortal, and Profound Immortal.

"These frost demons are under your command; don't disappoint me."

Frieza's expression stiffened slightly. After being easily killed, his soul was extracted, rebuilt into a body, and then put back in.

He thought that with his own strength, he could maintain the dignity of the king no matter where he was, but he never expected to be arbitrarily assigned to be the subordinate of an ugly woman.