“This is beyond the comprehension of mortals; it is something that should truly be considered by the gods.” Poseidon turned around, looked at the majestic statue of the sea god, and let out a long, melancholy sigh.
The sea maiden frowned and asked anxiously, “High Priest, even now, is it still impossible to contact the Sea God?” The sky continuously unleashed mysterious techniques, otherworldly beings, and bizarre divine phantoms that defied common sense, far exceeding the limits of mortal comprehension, filling everyone with fear and unease.
A rare look of worry crossed Poseidon’s face as he slowly shook his head: “Still no response, as if completely isolated by an invisible barrier.” Since the beginning of the appearance of the celestial canopy, she has been devoutly communicating with the divine realm through the statue of the sea god, but her efforts have always been in vain, without any response.
It is as if the divine realm and this continent have been forcibly cut off from each other!
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Spirit Hall Offering Hall Golden Crocodile Douluo stared at the Grim Reaper in the sky, unable to contain his shock, and asked a similar question.
“Brother, is that strange, phantom truly a god?” Qian Daoliu did not answer directly, his eyes were deep and his tone was meaningful: “They all possess terrifying power that transcends the mortal world.
Whether they are gods or not, what difference does it make to us?” He changed the subject, his expression becoming increasingly solemn: “If this kind of corpse-sealing technique can be replicated and popularized, then we must raise our perception of the strength of the Naruto Continent by several levels.” Lion Douluo nodded repeatedly, utterly shocked: “This technique is incredibly domineering!
I really don’t know how they created such a ninjutsu, capable of communicating with the Grim Reaper and even establishing a contract!” The Demon-Slaying Douluo’s expression was complex as he muttered to himself, finding it hard to accept reality: “Could it be…
that the soul skills we’ve relied on our entire lives have truly become shackles that restrict our vision and limit our cultivation?” The hall was silent; no one responded.
The ninjutsu, sealing techniques, spatial abilities, and summoning techniques displayed on the screen are all mysterious and unpredictable, completely breaking out of the inherent cultivation framework of Soul Masters, so magnificent that they make people feel powerless and shaken.
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Spirit Hall, Pope Hall As the light and shadows fell from the sky, the eerie and sinister phantom of the Grim Reaper came into view.
Hu Liena frowned and pouted with disgust: “What an ugly god, just looking at him gives me the creeps.” “Nana!
When facing the unknown, we should have awe and not make arbitrary judgments.” Bibi Dong’s expression suddenly turned serious, and she reprimanded him in an unusually stern tone.
This was the first time Bibi Dong had spoken to her in such a serious tone.
Hu Liena immediately pursed her lips in grievance and replied softly, “I understand, teacher…” She was secretly angry, and the more she thought about it, the more awkward she felt: it was all Yu Zhi’s fault.
Ever since he came, the teacher’s attention had been focused on him, and she no longer cared for herself as much as before.
Thinking this, Hu Liena turned to Yu Zhi and gave a heavy, cold snort, full of hostility.
Yu Zhi didn’t take it to heart; instead, he found it funny.
After all, he would be her grandmaster in the future, so it wasn’t worth getting angry with a junior.
Moreover, he was very perceptive and instantly figured out the reason for Bibi Dong’s sudden anger.
Bibi Dong has always valued her appearance, and even her true form of martial soul is so hideous and ugly that she is usually unwilling to reveal it easily.
Moreover, it inherited the legacy of the Rakshasa god, after all, the Rakshasa god’s appearance can hardly be described as beautiful!
On one occasion, while absorbing Bibi Dong’s resentment accumulated over many years, he inadvertently disturbed the Rakshasa god who was lurking in the shadows.
Rakshasa deliberately provoked Bibi Dong by forcibly taking control of her and forcing her to reveal her true martial soul form.
He intended to make Yu Zhi show disgust and fear, thereby breaking down Bibi Dong’s defenses and plunging her into deeper darkness.
But who is Yu Zhi?!
Having undergone transformation in his previous life, his aesthetic sense was so stunning that even the Rakshasa God was blown away!
In his eyes, Bibi Dong’s true form of martial spirit was not ugly at all.
Her upper body was exquisitely beautiful, and her lower body was that of a beast girl, which added to her alluring charm.
When Bibi Dong broke free from control and regained consciousness, she expected to see looks of disgust and fear, but instead, she was met with Yu Zhi’s direct, fiery, and shining gaze.
That look in her eyes probably meant that if she hadn’t woken up a little later, she would have been trapped in the secret room a second time!
And that line, “Teacher, how can you still have such a beautiful form!” is something Bibi Dong can never forget!
Everything changed quietly after that accident.
Bibi Dong, a beautiful young woman who has been carrying resentment for years and is insecure and sensitive because of her martial soul appearance, meets a boy who can absorb her resentment and is even obsessed with her martial soul’s true form.
Her defenses and barriers completely crumble, and her affection for him is almost maxed out!
Speaking of which, we should really thank Rakshasa for his inexplicable divine intervention.
Before this, Bibi Dong treated him merely as a pawn, someone she valued and cultivated casually.
As Yu Zhi’s thoughts drifted back to the present moment, he couldn’t help but look up at Bibi Dong, just as she was looking over at him.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
Years of tacit understanding vanished in an instant; Bibi Dong immediately read his thoughts.
A blush crept onto her cheeks, and she gave him a reproachful glare, silently cursing him in her heart: You little pervert, your aesthetic sense is so weird, and you always treat seeing my Martial Soul True Form as some kind of reward, you’re just so irresponsible!
Hu Liena stood there, watching the two of them exchange glances, and felt that she was superfluous and out of place, and shouldn’t be there!
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As the light and shadows shifted across the sky, a sorrowful and tragic scene slowly unfolded.
Kushina Uzumaki stared blankly at Minato Namikaze, her face filled with disbelief.
Her emotions crumbled instantly, and she uncontrollably questioned her husband.
“He’s our own son!
That’s why I absolutely don’t want Naruto to bear such a heavy destiny and responsibility from a young age!” Her voice trembled, growing more and more agitated as she spoke, until it almost turned into a heart-wrenching scream: “Why use a corpse demon to seal him away?
Just so I can catch a glimpse of what Naruto looks like when he’s grown up, are you really willing to pay the price with your life?” “All I want is for you to live well, to stay by Naruto’s side, and to protect him as he grows up safely!
For the sake of the tailed beast balance?
For the sake of the village?
For the sake of the country?
Are you really going to sacrifice Naruto for the rest of your life, and even sacrifice yourself?” [Minato Namikaze, his expression somber yet his resolve unwavering, responded in a deep voice:] “To abandon one’s homeland is like abandoning one’s own flesh and blood.
You are a person from the fallen kingdom of Wei, and you should deeply understand the arduous and cruel life that the remnants of a defeated nation must endure.” “Besides, we’re all ninjas; protecting the village is our destiny.
Although your time as a mother was short, the character and heart you instilled in Naruto are something I can never reach.” His gaze was gentle yet resolute: “To be willing to die for one’s son is simply the duty of a parent.” (End of this Chapter)