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[Start of the chapter]
At the farthest, darkest end of the distant universe, amid the chaos, wave after wave of howling echoes rang out. A massive shadow with terrifying gravitational pull flickered in and out of view, as if calling for something. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was delivered here from that abyss of darkness, as if by teleportation.
He was tall and upright, his gaze resolute yet not lacking warmth—but right now, he was covered in wounds. Cuts torn open across his muscles seeped deep crimson blood, proof that his injuries were severe. Blood dripped from his hair, gathering into a spreading pool. His consciousness blurred; he was on the verge of passing out.
At this critical moment—just as he was about to collapse—an unexpectedly gentle radiance appeared from nowhere, flowing into his body like running water. The light was warm and intense, carrying an energy that did not belong to this world. In an instant, it created a miracle: his wounds knit together rapidly, and his awareness returned. However, at this moment, he was no longer the same person he had been. He was no longer the same person he had been—his soul had been replaced.
"Yamoshi! I am the Saiyan progenitor, Yamoshi!" he exclaimed as he sensed the newly gained power. "I actually crossed into the Dragon Ball world and became the Super Saiyan God, Yamoshi! This is perfect!" As he recalled everything from his previous life, he realized—unexpectedly—that he had devoured another soul, and that was what allowed his heavily injured body to revive.
As time passed, Yamoshi gradually adapted to coexisting with the newly fused soul. He held fast to the confidence of the strong and an unshakable will.
Yamoshi, the first generation Super Saiyan—his eyes were deep and bright, as if they could see through all things. Beneath straight brows, his gaze burned with intensity, almost able to light up the darkness within one's heart. His deep-black hair, resolute, straight, and neatly ordered, was trimmed with meticulous care, showing the classic traits of a Saiyan.
In the distant ancient era—before Planet Vegeta even existed—a kind and upright Saiyan named Yamoshi, bearing a pure heart, joined five companions to challenge the evil Saiyans. They resisted oppression and fought for freedom.
Yamoshi's courage and determination struck fear into his enemies, but his strength was not enough to defeat them. After countless hunts and pursuits, he was driven into a dead end. Yet at the crucial moment, he transformed for the first time into a primordial form, shattered the encirclement of enemy forces, and broke through.
His transformation drew everyone's attention. His battle power left all of them stunned. Though he ultimately fell under overwhelming numbers, he did not give up. His soul wandered the world, continuing to search for six Saiyans with hearts of justice—who would unite into a mightier savior: the Super Saiyan God.
This story circulated among the Saiyans for a long time. Yamoshi's name became that of a legendary hero. His spirit burned in every Saiyan's heart, inspiring them to fight for freedom and justice.
Yamoshi possessed an immortal legend and terrifying strength. He had once been a gifted warrior who walked the peak path of cultivation. His existence was like a dazzling star, shining brilliantly across the endless universe. But unfortunately, due to an unexpected catastrophe, he lost most of his power, dimming what had once been an incomparably radiant level of attainment.
For ordinary people, losing lofty power would mean falling into an abyss of despair. But Yamoshi would not yield to the hands of fate. What he had lost was only a temporary shore of strength—not the end of the path of training. He knew that as long as there was fire in his heart, there was hope to keep moving forward.
Though Yamoshi had endured setbacks, he had not lost a warrior's true nature. He believed his potential was still unfathomably deep. As long as he trained with focus, one day he could return to the summit. After all, a Saiyan's heart would never easily let its hot blood go cold.
In the original legend, Yamoshi was the first Saiyan—mysterious and ancient. Yet time flowed on; today was already seventy-five million years later, no longer that remote past. Even so, Yamoshi's bloodline remained primordial, favored by the rules of the universe.
After several days of harsh recovery, Yamoshi's body slowly healed. The primordial bloodline granted him exceptional self-regeneration. He rose to his feet and stretched his limbs, light as a swallow, sensing the subtle pulse of energy throughout the cosmos and drawing in its aura for his own use.
Sitting alone within the boundless universe, Yamoshi clearly understood that even as a primordial Saiyan with powerful survival instincts, he could not completely replace the need for training. The remnants of his power were not enough to support the potential challenges ahead. Retraining and raising his strength was something he had to do.
Yamoshi began simple, monotonous training. Every punch and every kick struck against the limits of his body and challenged them, and every session of cultivation tempered his spiritual realm. In the dust of the cosmos, he was like a lone wolf—silent and unknown—steadily honing himself.
(End of Chapter)
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