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Across the Wanjie Multiverse, countless viewers refused to believe that Son Goku had perished. On one hand, the Spirit Bomb is a weapon forged from pure life energy, effective only against those with evil in their hearts. Son Goku is no villain; he is the savior who has protected Earth and the entire universe time and again.
Logically, his own Spirit Bomb should be harmless to him. On the other hand, the prophesied new transformation had yet to grace the screen. In the eyes of the onlookers, Goku was the only one capable of breaking through to such a height.
Since that power had not yet appeared, the Saiyan must still be alive. Though his sudden disappearance remained a mystery, the spectators were certain of one thing: Son Goku was far from finished.
In the spectator stands of the void, Vermoud scoffed at the lingering hope. "So what if Son Goku isn't dead? He still won't be a match for Jiren!" the God of Destruction of Universe 11 declared. "If he dares to challenge Jiren again, he will simply taste defeat once more." To Vermoud, Goku's survival was an insignificant detail. Even if the Saiyan managed to graze the realm of Ultra Instinct, it wouldn't change the outcome.
Vermoud's confidence in Jiren was absolute, rooted in the knowledge that Jiren had not even begun to fight seriously. Had the pride of Universe 11 unleashed his full might, the Tournament of Power would have ended long ago. No one dared to refute him.
Even Beerus, despite his burning desire to snap back, remained silent. Looking at Jiren's overwhelming performance, he knew Vermoud's words carried the weight of truth. Beerus could only clasp his hands and pray that Goku would rise, hoping that the state of Ultra Instinct would finally allow him to contend with such a monster.
Back in the arena, Goku's disappearance had caused a momentary lull, and the remaining contestants plunged back into the chaotic melee. However, as the clock ticked down, the atmosphere grew heavy and unusual. Whis, Beerus, and the other deities turned their sharp gazes toward the charred, deep pit carved out by the Spirit Bomb.
Slowly, other Gods and even the exhausted fighters on the stage followed their lead. Suddenly, a flicker of light ignited within the void of the crater. A massive pillar of soaring radiance erupted, piercing the sky of the World of Void. Within that shimmering column, a figure slowly materialized.
As the light dissipated, Son Goku stood revealed. His entire body was enveloped in a thin, pulsating layer of silver-gray heat. The edges of his hair shimmered with a metallic silver hue, and his eyes—now a sharp, crystalline silver—exuded an ethereal calm.
The sight filled the warriors of Universe 7 with a surge of hope, while the rest of the multiverse watched in silent awe. Something fundamental had shifted within him. With a steady, rhythmic pace, Goku began walking toward Jiren. His focus was absolute; he saw nothing else.
Toppo and Dyspo, the pride of Universe 11, rushed forward to intercept him. Under normal circumstances, Goku would have been forced into a grueling battle against these two high-tier elites. Yet, as they lunged, Goku dismantled their offense with haunting fluidity. When Toppo unleashed his Justice Flash, a relentless barrage of Ki blasts that tore through the stage like machine-gun fire, Goku did not even break his stride.
He strolled through the explosions as if taking a leisurely walk in a garden. Not a single spark touched him. Toppo prepared to double his efforts, but Jiren raised a hand, signaling him to stand down. Jiren wanted this fight to be a solo affair.
The clash that followed shook the foundations of the arena. Unlike their previous encounter, Goku was no longer the victim of a one-sided slaughter. He parried Jiren's heavy blows with surgical precision and launched counterattacks that forced the titan back. The massive power gap that once felt like an uncrossable ocean had seemingly vanished. While most spectators were baffled by this sudden surge, Whis and Beerus shared a knowing, stunned look.
"Ultra Instinct," Beerus whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and disbelief. The surrounding Gods of Destruction overheard him, their faces twisting into expressions of shock.
"Ultra Instinct... so that's it. It certainly fits the description," remarked the Supreme Kai of Universe 1. The revelation sent shockwaves through the divine tiers. Ultra Instinct is not a transformation exclusive to the Saiyan race; in fact, it is not a transformation at all. It is a state of being—a divine realm that even the Gods struggle to master.
Aside from the Angels, Beerus is the only God of Destruction who has successfully tapped into this power, and even his version remains incomplete. This explained why Beerus recognized the aura immediately while the other eleven Gods remained in the dark. It solidified his reputation as the strongest among them.
The realization hit the viewers of the Wanjie Multiverse like a physical weight. A human had stepped into a territory where even Gods feared to tread. Across the dimensions, the chat groups erupted.
"So this is Ultra Instinct?" Monkey D. Luffy's world representative, Sengoku, commented. "It looks like a simple color change, but for some reason, Goku looks far more imposing now than he did in his Super Saiyan Blue form."
Duanmu Yan, the Armor Summoner, chimed in with agreement. "I feel the same. The change is subtle, but the pressure is completely different. Maybe that's the true charm of this realm."
"And it lives up to the hype!" Zhang Chulan added. "Ultra Instinct bridged a gap that seemed impossible. To go from being utterly helpless to trading blows with Jiren... the power boost is absolutely terrifying."
Watching the silver-haired warrior stand his ground, the multiverse finally understood. This wasn't just a fight for survival anymore; it was the birth of a legend that transcended the limits of mortality. Akira, watching the tactical shift with the keen eyes of a transmigrator, noted how Tien Shinhan and the others looked on in silence—everyone realized that the scales of the universe had just been reset.