Chapter 238: Power Meets the Wind: Ultra Instinct Breaks Out of Its Cocoon and Makes a Shocking Debu
The vast, fantastic, magnificent and dreamlike Dragon Ball universe is like a magnificent scroll interwoven with bright stars and mysterious energy. The flow of each nebula is like a silent poem from the depths of the universe, telling the vicissitudes and mysteries of the years; every surge of energy is like the powerful beating of the pulse of life, containing the endless magical power of the universe. Opportunities and challenges, like symbiotic twin blades, stand side by side in this vast world. They shine with attractive light, as if calling on the brave to embark on a journey, but also hide deadly crises, like thorns hidden in the dark, which will hurt the adventurer's body if he is not careful.
The Power Conference is undoubtedly the most dazzling feast on the stage of the universe. It gathers the blazing eyes of the entire universe and becomes the center of attention of all life. Every energy collision is like an exciting war song played in the universe. The surging energy fluctuations are like the rhythm of the heartbeat of the universe, deeply touching the heartstrings of countless lives; every strength competition is like the balance of fate swinging subtly, determining the future direction of the universe, making people excited and nervous.
The century-long duel between Sun Wukong and Jiren has become a soul-stirring and epic story in the universe. Jiren, a super warrior who stands at the peak of power and surpasses the level of the God of Destruction, is like a towering iceberg rising into the depths of the universe, exuding a chilling and cold aura. His power is deep and vast, like an endless dark abyss, unfathomable, as if it contains a terrifying power that can swallow everything. In this fierce and almost tragic confrontation, although Sun Wukong tried his best to exert his fighting skills and potential to the extreme, he still gradually fell into a disadvantage in front of Jiren's powerful power, just like a small boat swaying in the wind and waves, and could be submerged by the surging waves at any time.
However, Sun Wukong carried the earnest hope of the entire seventh universe in his heart. It was the sincere yearning for peace and the ardent prayer for victory of countless lives. It was like an indestructible fortress of faith, supporting him to be indomitable in desperate situations. At this critical moment of life and death, he resolutely used his strongest killer move - the spirit bomb. He was like a golden meteor that pierced the sky, leaping into the sky with the force of thunder, raising his hands high above his head, and shouting like a bell, like rolling thunder, resounding through every corner of the universe: "Everyone, please give me strength! The future of the seventh universe depends on this!" In an instant, the entire seventh universe seemed to be awakened by this shout, and the spirits from all over the universe, like the light of the bright stars in the vast galaxy, gathered like a raging torrent, condensing into a huge and brilliant spirit bomb. This Spirit Bomb is like a rising sun, releasing a terrifying force that can destroy the world. It carries the firm belief and earnest expectations of the entire Seventh Universe, and like an angry and roaring ancient beast, it rushes towards Jiren with an indomitable momentum.
Facing such a magnificent and earth-shattering attack, Jiren remained calm, like a towering mountain that is as stable as Mount Tai and has stood for thousands of years. His aura suddenly exploded, and an invisible and powerful aura instantly spread out like ripples, covering the entire battlefield and shaking the space. He slowly stretched out one hand, which seemed to contain the power to control the universe, and steadily resisted the spirit bomb with endless power. Then, with a terrifying power beyond the limit of imagination, Jiren exerted force and pushed the spirit bomb back to Sun Wukong at a faster and more violent speed. The spirit bomb that was pushed back, like an ancient beast that was completely enraged, suddenly increased several times in speed, and its power increased exponentially. With a terrifying aura that destroyed everything, it was like a raging black storm, carrying the power to destroy the world, roaring and rushing towards Sun Wukong fiercely.
Sun Wukong was unable to dodge and was instantly engulfed by the raging, overwhelming energy torrent. Inside the energy bomb filled with the power to destroy the world, it was like a chaotic, disordered, and time-space purgatory. The powerful energy was like a surging, never-ending tsunami, madly attacking his body and will wave after wave. Every bit of energy was like an extremely sharp blade that could cut through iron like mud, trying to ruthlessly tear his skin; every violent surge of energy seemed to crush his soul completely and dissipate it into the invisible cosmic dust. Sun Wukong struggled hard in this violent energy vortex. He knew that if he was not careful and could not successfully adjust this extremely terrifying energy, he would face the desperate situation of being shattered and exploding. But the unshakable, iron-like faith in his heart was like a shining, never-extinguished lighthouse in the dark abyss, illuminating his way forward bravely in this desperate situation and giving him endless courage and strength.
On the brink of life and death, Sun Wukong's thoughts surged like a surging tide, and every bit of his past practice flashed through his mind like a vivid, unforgettable movie. He recalled every punch he threw at the first light of dawn every morning when he was practicing under Master Kame. Each punch was full of persistence and perseverance in martial arts, and was a rigorous polishing of basic strength; he recalled every subtle flow of breath he focused on in the quiet and sacred temple when he was practicing with Mr. Popo. Each breath he grasped was a challenge to his own limits and a delicate carving of breath control; he recalled every fierce collision of energy he personally felt in the mysterious world of King of the Gods when he was practicing with King of the Worlds. Each collision was a brave exploration of higher-level power. He still remembers his determination to pursue a state of mind as tranquil and clear as a mirror and still water. During those arduous years of practice, he learned to abandon distracting thoughts, focus on the present, become one with all things in nature, and feel the purest rhythm of power in the universe.
At this moment, these precious experiences were like a beacon in the darkness, guiding him to find balance in this chaotic, disordered, and dangerous energy vortex. He tried his best to return his mind to an empty and pure state, following the "Divine Qi Control Heart Sutra" passed down by the old Kai King: "Control the Qi as your mind moves, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is in your arms. When yin and yang are in harmony and the meridians are connected, the spiritual light bursts through the sky." He tried to comprehend the secrets of the heart sutra with an empty and clear mind, and resonate with the violent energy of the energy bomb.
At first, the energy of the energy bomb was like a wild horse running wild, rushing wildly in his body, desperately trying to break through his control and burst his body. But Sun Wukong, with his tenacious will and deep understanding of martial arts, established a connection with this energy bit by bit with difficulty. He absorbed the energy of the energy bomb around him, which was like the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, according to the heart formula, and slowly integrated it into his body. In the process, he keenly noticed that the conflicting forces of yin and yang in his body were fighting fiercely, like two equally powerful giants fighting to the death in his body. So, he concentrated all his energy, just like in the past when he practiced, focusing on calmly reconciling these two forces, so that they gradually tended to harmony and balance. With the reconciliation of yin and yang forces, his meridians became more unobstructed and tough due to the impact of this powerful and pure energy, just like a dry and exhausted river, which regained vitality and vigor after experiencing the baptism of heavy rain, and kept running.
As the energy gradually merged, his body began to emit a strange and soft light. At first, the light was like a weak candle flame, swaying in the wind and threatening to go out at any time, showing the fragility of life in the vast universe. But as Sun Wukong became more and more proficient in controlling the energy, the light became stronger and stronger, gradually illuminating the entire chaotic energy space. In the light, gold and silver light suddenly appeared, intertwining and entwining with each other, as if performing a mysterious dance in the universe. The golden light was hot and dazzling, symbolizing his tenacity and courage along the way, which was the edge honed by countless battles; the silver light was cold and deep, representing his understanding and exploration of a higher realm, and the embodiment of the fusion with the energy of the universe.
The golden and silver light became stronger and stronger, like two galloping energy dragons, circling and dancing around Sun Wukong's body. His body was looming in the light, as if he was undergoing a transformation. At this moment, he was like a cultivator struggling in a heavenly tribulation, bearing tremendous pressure, but seeking a breakthrough in the pressure. Every inch of his skin was rejuvenated by the baptism of light, and every meridian was widened and strengthened by the energy, as if reshaping a stronger body.
Suddenly, the light reached its peak, and the entire space inside the energy bomb seemed to be filled with this golden and silver light. Sun Wukong's body was at the center of the light, and a powerful and pure aura burst out. This aura spread out like ripples, instantly calming the violent energy around him. At this moment, he successfully completed this transformation that was like cultivating immortals and overcoming tribulations, and proudly appeared in the form of a primary level of freedom.
On the field, everyone saw Son Goku being engulfed by the Spirit Bomb, and they all gasped, their hearts filled with worry and despair. Piccolo's eyes widened, his eyes full of disbelief, and he exclaimed loudly: "No, Goku won't fall like this!" Vegeta's face was solemn, his expression was like the haze before the storm, but there was still a hint of expectation in his eyes, and he whispered to himself: "That guy will definitely find a way." The King of All frowned, as if he had condensed the worries of the entire universe, and slowly raised his hand, ready to press the button representing Son Goku's failure. The entire field was shrouded in a heavy and depressing atmosphere, and everyone was immersed in sadness and helplessness, as if they had foreseen the sad ending of this battle, and the fate of the universe seemed to be covered by dark clouds.
However, just when everyone had almost completely given up hope and fell into the abyss of despair, the Tournament of Power suddenly shone brightly. The light was like the dawn that tore through the darkness, and like the light of creation that opened up the world. It erupted from the location of the Spirit Bomb like a volcanic eruption, instantly illuminating the entire arena, penetrating the thick fog of the universe, and spreading into the endless interstellar space. In the light, a tall figure gradually became clear, and it was Sun Wukong.
At this moment, he is an astonishing 2.2 meters tall, with a figure as straight as a pine tree, exuding an extraordinary temperament that overlooks all living things. He is surrounded by a faint silver glow, which is like a flowing galaxy, perfectly blending with the energy of heaven and earth, reflecting each other, as if he has become a part of the energy of the universe, resonating with the heartbeat of the universe. His eyes are like deep silver stars, flashing with the light of wisdom and power, as if he has seen through the mysteries of the universe and everything in the world. His hair has turned into a dazzling silver, and every strand contains the laws and order of the universe, fluttering in the wind, showing mysterious majesty. The whole person has returned to nature, but exudes an indescribable powerful aura, has surpassed the boundaries of mortals, and has become a legend in the universe.
Seeing this, everyone was so surprised that their mouths widened, as if time had frozen. A moment later, cheers rang out like thunder, one wave higher than the other, as if to break through the universe: "Wukong actually did it!" "Wukong really didn't let us down!" The King of All couldn't help but clap his hands excitedly, the clapping sounded like the drumbeat of the universe, cheering for Sun Wukong and shouting loudly: "Come on, Wukong!" At this moment, Sun Wukong has undoubtedly become the absolute protagonist of the entire Power Tournament. His figure is getting taller and taller in the dazzling silver light, carrying the hopes and dreams of the entire universe, marching towards a higher peak, opening a new legendary chapter, and writing a glorious history that belongs to him and the entire universe.