Gran rubbed his aching little head but shalessly ran back from the corner once again.
After listening to Whis and Beerus's explanations, he had finally pieced together the gist of it.
Even if one reached the divine level of dinsional cultivation, true immortality was still beyond reach — there would always co a day when lifespan ran out.
Only by refining one's dinsion to the level of an Angel could one obtain eternal life.
"As for why I said dinsional cultivation is the most correct path…"
Whis cast a stern glance at the boy before continuing.
"That's because cultivating your dinsional essence not only grants you greater longevity, but also allows your mortal power to transform into divine power."
Divine power… divine aura!
Gran instantly understood what Whis ant, and his breathing quickened.
At present, his dinsional level stood at the pinnacle of the Kaiō Realm. Yet even so, he was only considered a god in title — not a true deity.
That's why he still couldn't sense divine aura.
"Judging by that expression, I suppose you've already figured it out," Whis said with a soft chuckle.
He reached out and affectionately ruffled Gran's hair. "That's right — once the mortal energy within you transforms into divine energy, your own aura will naturally beco divine as well."
"Not only that," Beerus added, folding his arms, "once you truly beco a god, the quality of your power will change entirely!"
"For example, even if you possess the sa amount of energy — as mortal energy, you might only be able to unleash 50% of its potential. But as divine energy, you could easily draw out 200% of it!"
He paused, smirking faintly. "Of course, that's only a taphor. The strength of divine power can't be asured by numbers alone."
"When you beco a true god, you'll understand exactly how vast that difference is."
Beerus also reached out and joined Whis in mussing up the boy's hair.
At that mont, in front of the Temple of Destruction, the two most powerful beings in Universe Seven were both rubbing the head of a single little brat.
The sight was oddly heartwarming.
"So… how do I start cultivating my dinsion?" Gran could barely contain his excitent.
Whis withdrew his hand and asked instead, "Before that — do you even know what a dinsion is?"
The question made Gran fall silent. Even Beerus stopped moving, folding his arms.
"I think… it refers to so kind of rank or hierarchy?" Gran answered uncertainly.
In the world of Dragon Ball, both gods and deities carried a natural sense of oppression toward mortals. That must've co from the difference in dinsional standing — from hierarchy itself.
"Hierarchy, huh?"
Whis and Beerus exchanged glances, slightly surprised by the boy's phrasing.
"Well," Whis admitted, "that's actually a rather fitting way to describe it. Yes — you could say that dinsion equals hierarchy."
"For ordinary beings, cultivating one's dinsional rank is nearly impossible. Not because they can't train it, but because it takes far too much ti. Before most mortals can even break through a single level, their lifespans end."
"That's why most gods receive their status through divine appointnt. That divine rank grants them enough lifespan to continue their dinsional cultivation."
At this point, both Whis and Beerus looked at the small boy again.
Gran was the complete opposite of that. He hadn't even officially beco a candidate for God of Destruction, yet his dinsional level had already risen to the pinnacle of the Kaiō Realm!
"By the way, Whis," Gran asked hesitantly, "what's going on with my dinsion, anyway? Did it increase because I beca a candidate for God of Destruction?"
He rembered back when he'd gone to Planet Yardrat to learn Instant Transmission — Whis had told him he could already survive in space.
Later, on Planet Nak, he had asked Porunga about it, and the dragon had explained that his ability to survive in the void ca from his dinsional nature.
But when he pressed Porunga further, asking why his dinsion had suddenly risen to the Kaiō pinnacle… the dragon had said it didn't know either.
"No," Whis shook his head. "When ordinary beings inherit a divine office, their lifespan changes — but their dinsion must still be cultivated."
"Your case, however…" Whis's tone grew serious. "Even before you beca a candidate for God of Destruction, your dinsion had already reached the pinnacle of the Kaiō Realm."
Gran froze. "What…?"
So that ant his current dinsional state had nothing to do with his godhood?
Beerus and Whis exchanged another glance.
It was clear that even he had no idea what was happening to him.
"Well," Whis said, patting Gran's small shoulder, "this universe is full of things that can't be explained. Don't dwell on it too much."
Beerus added with a lazy grin, "It's like your training — you co across all sorts of things you can't understand. That's just because your level isn't high enough yet."
"When you reach a higher realm soday and look back, you'll realize the truth probably isn't that complicated."
"Yes, sir!"
Seeing that neither of them knew the answer, Gran could only sigh helplessly.
"Anyway, let's get back to the matter of dinsional training," Whis said, straightening his staff. "Aside from naturally born deities, everyone must cultivate their dinsion to advance."
He hadn't finished speaking when Gran raised his small hand.
"Yes?"
"Who counts as naturally born deities?"
"Beings like the Old Supre Kai — those born from the Core People race. Anything else?"
"Nope!" Gran shook his head with a goofy grin.
"I've already explained what I needed to," Whis said, smiling faintly. "Now, are you ready?"
"Eh?" Gran blinked. "So soon? You haven't even told how to cultivate dinsion yet!"
Beerus smirked. "We Gods of Destruction have a very simple way of training our dinsion. You'll understand soon enough."
Whis pushed the little Saiyan toward the temple doors, chuckling. "Indeed — only Destroyers have this thod of cultivation."
Hearing that, Gran suddenly had a bad feeling.
He rembered the ti he'd entered the world of Sumī Realm, and how Whis hadn't explained anything then either…
Don't tell him it was going to be that kind of experience again?
They walked down the long corridor, ascended a spiral staircase, and finally arrived at the very top of the Temple of Destruction.
Only one room stood there.
Gulp.
Gran swallowed hard as he stood before it.
"Lord Beerus, Whis… be honest with . There's not another crazy place in there like the Sumī Realm world, is there?"
The two gods exchanged a look — then burst into laughter.
Beerus coughed twice, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "No, not this ti. It's not a world — just a tower."
"A tower?"
"Yes. It's called the Dinsional Tower. Once you climb to the hundredth floor, you'll beco a true deity."
Beerus chuckled and rubbed Gran's hair again. "Sounds easy, doesn't it?"
"Easy?!" Gran squeaked. "We're talking about divine-dinsional training here — how could it possibly be easy—"
Before he could finish, Whis swung the door open.
And with perfect timing, Beerus grabbed the scruff of Gran's neck and kicked him squarely in the rear.
"Get in there, you!"
"Waaah! Lord Beerus! Whis! I'll hate you forever!"
Gran's anguished cry echoed through the corridor as Whis shut the door behind him with a calm click.
The two gods exchanged a glance — and burst out laughing again.
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