dragon ball rebirth amosxi

Could it be that this space-time temple is like the world of cultivating immortals in fantasy novels, with secrets, martial arts, and inheritance? A trace of excitement flashed in Yamoxi's eyes, his heart beat faster, his blood was boiling, and he couldn't wait to take a step, and a magnificent staircase like crystal appeared in the void under his feet.

Yamossi walked slowly into the main hall along the staircase paved with white jade. Reaching the top, an indescribable feeling wells up in my heart. He looked up and saw that the incomparably high dome was decorated with all kinds of light arrays. These arrays of light seem to come to life, they rotate and flicker, emitting a soft and bright light.

These arrays of light are connected into complex patterns, like a huge and boundless galaxy scroll, sealing the secrets of the entire universe in between. Asterisms, galaxies, and nebulae are all vividly displayed in this hall, revealing the beauty of the night sky in a wonderful and sacred way.

Amossi could feel that the temple was filled with an ancient wisdom that transcended time and space and condensed the essence of all the great civilizations of the past. The mystery and fantasy in the main hall seemed to tell him that this is a world where fantasy and reality meet, and dreams come true. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, tried to keep his mind as still as water, and then made up his mind to explore all the secrets of this temple, even if there were unknown challenges or dangers ahead.

In the center of the main hall, a throne made of unknown metal and radiant with holiness and glory stands majestically. It is surrounded by an even more dazzling aura, as if it is a glorious favor of the gods. Amossi was drawn to the throne, and his steps seemed to move forward uncontrollably. When he stood in front of the throne, an irrepressible impulse surged in his heart, and an indescribable sense of intimacy and belonging enveloped his body.

Amoses stood in front of the throne, his heart beating like a drum in his chest. This throne seemed to have some kind of magic, so that he could no longer resist the call from the depths of his heart, and after staring at the throne for dozens of seconds, he took a deep breath. Then, slowly, solemnly, and solemnly, he walked toward the throne, a symbol of supreme power and wisdom.

The moment he finally sat down, Yamothy felt a strange calm and strength envelop his entire body. His gaze and consciousness seemed to travel through time and space, creating a mysterious and ineffable connection with every stone, every sculpture, and even the whole world in the hall, as well as the wisdom and power of ancient times.

At the moment when Yamossi had just accepted the recognition of the throne, a light flashed in his mind, carrying an immeasurable flow of information. This flow of information was turbulent, intersecting with his memories, knowledge, and intuition. Before he could react, the sudden impact made him lose his mind, and finally the edges of his overconsumed consciousness dimmed, and he gradually sank into darkness.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning, and after an unknown amount of time, Amosé finally woke up slowly on the throne, his heart still beating rapidly, echoing in the dark and silent space. It wasn't the first time he felt that tremor, and each time, it was like opening the door to a new world, leaving him dumbfounded.

Every nerve in his body seemed to tremble, and the ocean in his heart set off huge waves because of the experience just now, and the indescribable shock and surprise set off waves in his mind. Surprised to find his hands trembling slightly, he pressed the arm of his chair, but the consternation seemed to have taken root in the depths of his soul.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his breathing, but his heart was beating fiercely. The sight of the Temple of Time and Space is still vivid: the majestic hall, the light curtain with strange symbols, and the phantom as clear as reality. All of that, even his agitated nerves told him that it was not an illusion, it was the real White God Time and Space Temple.

His lips moved slightly, and although his voice was low, it resounded firmly and forcefully in the empty room: "Lord of the world, this is actually the temple of time and space that the white god carries with him!".

The mystery that has always been solved seems to have been found. Every strange feeling, every sense of strength that surged like a tide, finally became a thread in his heart. At this moment, the mystery of all things seems to have lifted the veil of the most important part. The incomparably pure and powerful Saiyan blood in his veins stirred, as if the summoned power was prepared for him who was about to awaken.

When he opened his eyes, his emotions had gradually calmed down, and the shock had turned into determination: "I understand that the joy I feel about the calling, the strength I gain, is because I am a Saiyan!"

He stood up and thought about who he was, and what the future might hold. His eyes sparkled with endless fantasies about the future. The great white god is his predecessor, and even just having Saiyan blood means that he has the right to go back to his origins.