Konoha's task master

At this moment, inside the blood cocoon.

The blood-colored torrent is hitting the blood-colored crystal in the middle, and the two energies that are close to the same source are engaging in the most brutal fight with their lives as the bet.

At the same time, a continuous dinging sound was heard.

What collided at this moment were the souls of Reiko Aoyama and Kushina Uzumaki.

Aoyama Reiko controlled energy to launch extremely crazy attacks, while Uzumaki Kushina used the hardness of blood crystals to passively defend, because she believed that the enemy could not last long in this state, just like an epiphyllum, beautiful but slightly indulgent.

fleeting

The fight between the two is an exchange of souls. From the impact of souls wrapped in memories, each of them sees the other's memory, as if they have transformed into someone else and lived again.

Kushina Uzumaki saw that Reiko Aoyama's bumpy relationship, from missing her to life and death, and finally being tempted, ended up being that she couldn't get what she asked for, and it was buried deep in her heart.

Reiko Aoyama saw a man named Aoki Trump.

After saving Uzumaki Kushina in danger, the light in Uzumaki Kushina's world had a name from then on. For that person Uzumaki Kushina gave up everything, even friendship and family affection.

But in the end, it stayed for a hundred years, and its silver hair was replaced by red hair overnight.

In the end, you can't get what you ask for.

Gradually, some resonance developed in the two people's hearts, but they did not hold back in the attack. Both of them had reasons to win.

The ten thousand times compressed air flow is like a school of piranhas, constantly eating the blood-colored crystals.

Of course, Uzumaki Kushina will also counterattack, burning the air flow with blood flames.

As time went by, Uzumaki Kushina fell into a disadvantage and clearly anticipated her own failure.

The nearly transparent soul shadow separated from the blood-colored crystal, and a pair of beautiful eyes became extremely clear.

"Is it worth it?" Uzumaki Kushina asked.

"It's worth it!" Aoyama Reiko immediately replied. During the battle, she did not completely lose her perception of the outside world, so she could feel the extreme sadness hidden in Yakumo's plain eyes.

At the very least, she really gained Yakumo's attention.

"That's fine if you think it's worth it." Uzumaki Kushina said. The two of them had a special resonance in their hearts because of their experience of asking for something but not getting it.

"I envy you." Uzumaki Kushina said, that person never returned any enthusiasm to him.

"The time has come." Reiko Aoyama said.

"Yes, it's time."

While the two were talking, the duel of souls was still continuing. It was nearing the end. Cracks had appeared in the blood crystal, and Kushina Uzumaki's soul had become dilapidated.

Finally, after another two minutes passed, the blood-colored crystal completely disappeared, leaving behind a blood-colored key.

"My time has also come." Aoyama Reiko breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the Uzumaki Kushina dissipated.

The gems inlaid on the surface of the Sky Emperor's ring above the blood cocoon gradually became dim, and the size was gradually shrinking. In the blink of an eye, it turned into the shape of the ring again. Aoyama Reiko's soul glanced at Yakumo for the last time, with nostalgia in her eyes.

There is reluctance, but there is also blessing.

In fact, she had already thought about her last words. When Yakumo challenged Hatake Sakumo, Aoyama Reiko had already planned her death date.

"sorry."

——Please forgive me for breaking the plan.

——Please forgive me for giving up my life.

——No matter what, this is the last time.

"Have a good rest, after all, there is still the last BOSS." Aoyama Reiko looked at Yakumo and thought to herself.

"No need to be sad, fate has its own arrangements."

Time and space solidified, and the environment became silent.

At the last moment, she did not express her love again.

Reiko Aoyama's soul quickly dissipated, leaving no trace in this world.

On the other hand, the virtual energy battlefield.

The battle between the Lord of Prayer and the Ancient Void Tree has lasted for three full years.

The blood jade ancient tree like a war fortress took root on the surface of the ancient tree in the void. The planet of Qi in the distance has become extremely broken at this moment, and the corpses of plants and various void-infected creatures are piled up in the void space.

These are all virtual energies that can be recycled, but obviously the two of them no longer have the ability to distract themselves and devour them.

Now the Lord of Prayer has fallen into a clear disadvantage, and it is estimated that it will be completely defeated after the Ancient Void Tree destroys the Ancient Blood Jade Tree.

But no one noticed that the giant flower at the top of the ancient blood jade tree was slowly blooming. It was like a substantial blood-colored mist spreading the fragrance of the flowers. In the center of the flower, a woman was slowly getting up.

Her appearance is instinctively refreshing, but her temperament is extremely cold, like thousands of years of ice. Her whole body does not seem to have much warmth. Even her eyes are blood red. She looks very cold, as if there is no life, and her red lips are tightly closed without a trace.

expression.

She looked extremely calm, but she also carried an awe-inspiring evil intention.

The figure is graceful, the lines are perfect, and the bridge of the nose is straight.

She is like God's most perfect creation, with no flaws to be found at all. She is charming and dangerous, and her unique temperament will never be forgotten once you take one look at her.

The planet of Qi nourishes the ancient bleeding jade tree with virtual energy, and then purifies the virtual energy to give birth to the perfect body of this woman. She is Qi.

The huge planet and the ancient blood jade tree are only an insignificant part of it.

The body bred within the giant flower in the crown of the tree is her true core, and the other void energy creatures follow their instincts and breed extremely huge bodies to carry massive amounts of void energy.

But Qi Qi is different. Her creator is human, so the perfection she pursues is also human-shaped.

Coupled with the connection with the mark of prayer, her face shape is somewhat similar to Masako Mori. In her perception, Masako Mori is the person most familiar with her master.

The entire ancient blood jade tree quickly compressed and continued to converge towards Qi's right hand.

After a few seconds, a long bloody knife with a length of about 1.3 meters was formed.

The Ancient Void Tree immediately manipulated its roots to strangle Qi, before it realized the seriousness of the problem.

When Qi held the knife, the whole space seemed to become dark.

"Bloody intent·Destroy all vitality."

This move itself is driven by its own murderous intention, forming a terrifying will to destroy everything.

In tens of thousands of years, Qi grew up in the killing, and the number of lives he deprived was even higher than that of Runyu, who was also the master.

This is its unique advantage that cannot be copied by any living being.

When Qi mobilized his will to kill, the starry sky in the universe became dim, and the virtual energy continued to converge towards the blade, and then quickly completed the compression until three gray blades were formed across the starry sky.

The three sword lights possess terrifying fluctuations that make even the ancient trees in the void palpitate. Materials that come into contact with the sword lights are quickly given a state of death, and are quickly annihilated into dust in the virtual space.

As Qi waved the long sword in his hand, the three swords began to move quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the three sword rays had covered a distance of several thousand kilometers.

A thousand miles in one breath is an unimaginable speed.

The next second, the ancient tree in the void was directly divided into three sections, but it did not die. The tree crown transformed into the world and evolved endless virtual energy creatures, controlling life, while the huge trunk controlled space. Only those rooted in the star sea

The root of the tree controls virtual energy.

The three of them attacked Qi separately, but the momentum they unleashed was far less than before.

Qi stepped into the air, and countless gray air currents hit the vibrant tree crown.

She planned to erase part of the enemy first. After Qi appeared, Qi's planet in the distance also regained its vitality and began to actively swallow up the surrounding virtual energy.

In the distance, the auditorium.

Runyu, who had always been calm, now had a stiff smile on his face.

In the universe, all void energy creatures are good at Tao, devouring, plundering, and absorbing, but there are very few void energy creatures.

Excellent in skill and will, only Trump Aoki at that time combined the two into one.

Dao represents personality, and skill represents the strongest combat power that can be unleashed under the same personality.

Now, a new exception is born.

Elsewhere, Yakumo slowly regained consciousness from his lethargy.

What comes into view is the ceiling paved with wooden boards. With Yakumo's eyesight, he can clearly see the detailed age on the surface of the wooden boards, as well as the traces left by the changes of the years, peeling patent leather, dark green, brown, and black convex edges on the edges.

Nail head raised.

Unfortunately, there are no cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling or parasitic insects behind the wooden boards.

In the room full of life, there was no sound except his breathing and heartbeat.

This is still a world built by virtual energy.

"well."

Yakumo let out a sigh and stuffed the Ring of the Sky Emperor beside his pillow into the pocket of his clothes. He did not feel Reiko Aoyama's breath, which undoubtedly proved that the scene in his memory was not false.

"Does fate have its own arrangements?" He clenched his fists and then released them.

"Crunch."

Masako Mori opened the wooden door and walked into the bedroom. When she saw that Yakumo had woken up, her clear and vivid eyes flashed with joy. During this time, she felt a lot of pressure in her heart.

After the battle, Reiko Aoyama died, and Chiyuki and Yakumo recovered from their sleep, leaving her alone to take care of a few people and ensure their safety.

Now that Yakumo is awake, she can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"How long have I slept?" Yakumo coughed a few times and asked softly.

"Two months."

Yakumo sensed his own condition and breathed a sigh of relief.

All injuries throughout his body have been recovered, and the consumption of his spirit and soul has been replenished.

The Glory Sword Box can be used again, and the combat power has been restored to its peak state.

"It's finally over." Yakumo said leisurely.

Masako Mori asked softly, "When will we set off? After Qianxue wakes up?"

"That's right, when he wakes up, we will live here during this period." Yakumo said, this place is equivalent to a low-end version of Konoha Hidden Village. There is no problem in living here for a while.

"Now that you're awake, I can have a good rest. If I continue like this, I'll have dark circles under my eyes!" Masako Mori took a few steps forward, broke into Yakumo's quilt, and rested the back of her head on Yakumo's generous chest.

Masako Mori felt the warmth and peace of mind. Fortunately, Yakumo did not feel any sadness, as if she had already let go of Reiko Aoyama's death after a good sleep.

In her opinion, this is a good thing. After all, everyone was prepared before setting foot here.

Within a few seconds, his breathing became even and his body curled up like a sleeping kitten.

"I'll go out and check the surroundings." Yakumo patted Masako Mori's back and said softly.

"Yes." Masako Mori replied vaguely.

The wooden door opened, sunlight broke into the bedroom, and was quickly closed again.

Yakumo opened the courtyard door and walked on the street.

In the sunshine, Yakumo put his hands behind his back, looking at the shops selling food around him, and at the thin young man in shabby clothes in the distance, stubbornly raising his leg and kicking the wooden stake, as if resisting his own fate.

At this time, he was practicing Taijutsu clumsily, even though he was sweating profusely, he was not making any progress.

A little further away, several five or six-year-old children were chasing each other and playing ninja games.

Yakumo walked slowly, looking at the streets full of life, and shook his head gently.

If he closed his eyes, he could feel the malice coming from all directions, like hungry beasts, eyeing the feast at his fingertips.

The surrounding nullified creatures wanted to pounce on Yakumo and eat him alive, but they had to perform this tranquility and peace under the comfort of the rules.

Tired of looking at it, Yakumo raised his head and looked at the sky, faintly looking into the eyes behind the clouds.

"The time has come."

Yakumo found Jiraiya in the tavern. He looked very drunk, but his eyes were extremely sober. The essence of these wines was void energy. How could a void energy creature be drunk with void energy.

He longed to get drunk so that he could see the person he longed for in his dreams, but he had been deprived of the right to dream.

"I plan to challenge the final level today." Yakumo said.

When holding the third bloody key, Yakumo got a message. Only he was qualified to challenge the last level, and the others would be obliterated if they used the key!

Every soldier must eventually embark on his own journey.

"Okay, I understand." Jiraiya picked up the wine bottle again and took a sip. He knew that this would be the last time he and Yakumo met.

"If I fail, give this letter to Masako Mori."

Yakumo took out a letter from his arms. He had already written this suicide note before setting off. When he entered this world, he was also prepared to die.

This letter will give Masako Mori a hope of living.

"clear."

Jiraiya turned his gaze from the wine bottle to look at Yakumo, and took down the huge scroll behind him.

"If you really break that door and leave, give this scroll to Tsunade."

"Okay." Yakumo understood that the Tsunade Jiraiya said was the Tsunade who controlled the world, not the master in his memory.

"Jiraiya-sama, do you have anything else you need me to convey?" Yakumo said with some respect. Jiraiya, who is willing to give up his freedom, life, and even his soul for the sake of the creatures in the universe, and endure tens of thousands of years of loneliness is obviously worthy of him.

To respect.

"Well, no more." Jiraiya opened his mouth to speak, but then shook his head. The scroll was already filled with everything he wanted to say.

"I understand." Yakumo said, turned around, walked a few steps, and left the tavern.

Returning to the street, Yakumo glanced at the pedestrians around him and took out the three keys.

The next second, the figure disappeared like light.

When Yakumo opened his eyes again, he was back in the extremely desolate Konoha Village. In the distance were broken ancient trees, whose trunks were full of holes, like beehives.

In the distance are the large craters and cracks left by the last battle, like a scene baptized by missiles. The soil on the edge has accumulated in one place, forming a mountain peak of nearly 100 meters.

The breeze blew, carrying a gust of wind and sand.

Both Jiraiya and Namikaze Minato once said that this is the real world, and his place that looks a lot like the Hidden Leaf Village is a lie based on virtual energy.

Yakumo felt the guidance from the key, the land of fire, the southern region.

While flying and rushing, Yakumo always observed the world beneath his feet.

Desolate, dilapidated, with large areas of desertification, dilapidated houses and no human habitation.

In fact, Yakumo is far from as calm as he appears. The enemy he faces next may very well be manipulating the rules of this world behind his back, and his strength is obviously many times stronger than Yakumo.

When being transferred, he had no resistance at all, and could not even detect the fluctuations in space.

There is a high probability that Yakumo will die during this trip.

Behind him is the world he wants to protect, as well as the expectations and hopes of his partners, especially since he has lost a partner along the way and has long been no longer qualified to retreat.

No, after entering this world, he has lost the qualification to retreat.

All Yakumo can do now is to defeat the final enemy and destroy the door.

"No matter who is in front of me, I will bet everything." Yakumo's heart became more determined.

"everything."

Yakumo suddenly accelerated his speed, and the destination of his journey turned out to be the former residence of the Uzumaki clan.

——Bo.

His body suddenly passed through a barrier, and Yakumo immediately felt the difference between heaven and earth.

The world is filled with natural energy, and there are ten miles of cherry blossom forests growing on the small island. Even at a high altitude, Yakumo can already smell the subtle fragrance of the flowers.

Insects among the leaves, big fish tumbling in the sea, cattle and sheep grazing leisurely on the grassland.

This is the real world, without any erosion of virtual energy.

Yakumo thought of the feeling of passing through the barrier just now, and he already understood it in his heart.

There is a peak nearly 100 meters high in the center of the island, on which wild flowers of all colors are blooming. As the Yakumo slowly descends, the fragrance of the flowers becomes more intense.

Among the flowers, there was a bush with a height of one meter, and at the end was a clear and sweet stream. Yakumo couldn't help but feel a little thirsty. After all, he had not drank water for more than two months.

But he didn't dare to drink, and he didn't even hold his breath to breathe in the fragrance of the flowers around him.

Following the gravel path among the flowers, Yakumo slowly climbed the mountain and then descended.

When approaching the back mountain, Yakumo had adjusted his state to its peak. Finally, the gravel road extended to the end. There were two cherry blossom trees over five meters tall. The pink petals covered the entire crown of the tree. Further inside, there were half a tree.

Human height wooden fence.

It was vaguely visible that there was a recliner under the thatched house, with a slumped figure sitting on it, with a sloppy figure.

Jiraiya once said that Aoki Trump, the master of virtual energy, once had a lover named Uzumaki.

Later, he passed away for unknown reasons, which led to the disaster of annihilation.

Yakumo opened the door, and there was a young man in his twenties lying on the wicker chair. He had fair skin, and although his face was not peerless, he could still be called handsome. He had a transcendent temperament and a kind of awe-inspiring evil.

meaning.

"You're here." Aoki Trump propped up his body and said to Yakumo with a smile.

"Are you the enemy I want to defeat?" Yakumo's attitude was somewhat distant and cold.

"No, no, no, what you need to break is that door." Aoki Trump pointed at the ground in the courtyard. Yakumo took a closer look and discovered that there was a large door embedded in the ground.

It has a black base, with occasional flashes of blood, and countless mysterious textures growing on its surface.

It is the Tao that is swallowed up and mastered by virtual energy. It has a terrifying learning ability. When Yakumo sees that door, it is like seeing Runyu. What they have in common is the vastness, like a mortal standing in front of the highest peak in the world.

, cannot know its height, nor can it know its majesty.

Apparently this door is connected to a master.

Yakumo waved his hand, and the demon-suppressing blade appeared in his hand, and he lightly slashed towards the door.

The blade collided with the door without causing any ripples or vibrations, as if all the energy Yakumo poured into the blade was swallowed up by the door.

The first attack does zero damage.

"Ultimate intention·life is extinguished."

The gray sword suddenly slammed down, and the blade collided with the door again, slashing a thousand times in one second.

Even though Yakumo had used his strongest means, it didn't cause any ripples. The door perfectly absorbed all his attacks without causing any ripples, and there wasn't even any aftermath.

Yakumo tried his best, but the door in front of him was indifferent.

The difference between one and zero may not seem big, but in fact it is a huge difference.

This is like trying to defeat a BOSS in a game. Countless ones can defeat the BOSS, but countless zeros are still zeros and cannot cause any damage.

Most of the enemies Yakumo fought in the past had damage reduction. Although they were difficult to kill, if repeated thousands of times, the enemy could still be weakened to a certain level and then killed.

But now his attack is zero, and he still can't achieve his goal even if he tries countless times.

Yakumo closed his eyes, gathered his strength, and struck again.

This time he abandoned energy and covered the blade with pure soul energy.

Three, two, one!

Yakumo opened his eyes and stabbed down suddenly!

The dark door flashed with a few rays of blood, like the blood of a creature.

But the result of the blade falling still did not cause any disturbance, not even a trace of damage appeared.

This door did not release any pressure to the outside, but it gave Yakumo an unshakable feeling, like an ant facing a majestic and steep peak.

For the first time, Yakumo used the army-breaking mode to test, which was equivalent to using 80% of his strength.

In the second test, Yakumo used all his strength and used the strongest attack, Life Extinguisher, but still failed to shake the door.

The third time, he used an attack with soul energy that had reached the immortal level. It was a bold test, but the answer was still not ideal.

"Do you want to try again? It's useless." Trump Aoki had already sat up on the wicker chair. His eyes were like a pool of clear springs, clear and deep, as if he had seen through people's hearts.

His voice was very soft, but he made a final decision.

"No." Yakumo shook his head and put away the demon. He had determined that he could not break this door by himself.

If you want to achieve your goals, you need to plan for them slowly.

The failure did not make Yakumo lose confidence. If it can be proven that Trump Aoki in front of him is not harmful, then he will have more than ten years to destroy this door.

In addition, it may be possible to obtain information from Trump Aoki and find the shortcomings of this door.

In particular, the Aoki Trump in front of him is completely different from the person described by Run Yu. He lacks the domineering self-centeredness and determination to destroy everything to achieve his goal.

"You want to know why you can't destroy this door?"

Aoki Trump asked, his voice was like a breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, and there was a magical power in his voice, which calmed Yakumo's anxious heart.

"Want to know." Yakumo replied.

"Actually, you are in a state of infinite Tsukuyomi, and all your encounters are just illusions evolved from your heart." Trump Aoki replied with a chuckle.

"This joke is not funny." Yakumo replied.

"Hahaha, liven up the atmosphere." Trump Aoki chuckled, then changed the topic and stopped the smile on his face. "Have you never doubted whether the world you live in is real?"

Yakumo stood up and found a clean step to sit on.

"There is no doubt that I can't prove falsehood or truth, so I don't plan to waste my precious brain cells thinking about this issue."

He just wanted to think about how to destroy the door.

Aoki Trump sat back on the wicker chair. After hearing Yakumo's answer, he just shook his head slightly, changed the topic and introduced the door. At the same time, he took out a fruit plate from somewhere and handed it to Yakumo next to him.

"This door represents the door that I control the rules. It looks like a door, but it is actually the materialization of the Tao. It is the master's privilege to present the concept of nothingness in a physical form."

"Rules?" Yakumo said doubtfully.

"Yes, rules."

"Only rules can fight against rules. This door uses null energy as its core, and the other rules are auxiliary. If you want to destroy it, you have to use energy that is not inferior to null energy at a level." Aoki Trump patiently explained to Yakumo.

Virtual energy is one of the ultimate energies of the universe. If you want to destroy this door, you need to use the other ultimate energies.

"Like hope?" Yakumo asked tentatively.

"That's right, but the person who holds hope cannot enter this world. Besides, there is no energy that can destroy the rules established by virtual energy."

Yakumo was a little frustrated. He understood Aoki Trump's words. This was equivalent to an endless cycle. Those who could destroy the gate could not get in, and the rest were not qualified.

"Are there no exceptions?"

"No."

There are still many things that cannot be understood about the whole thing, such as why Trump Aoki did not stop Yakumo from destroying the gate that represents his own rules.

"Did the destruction of that door affect you?"

Yakumo picked up a pear. It looked full of juice and took a big bite. The taste was slightly sour, but the overall taste was still very good. The most important thing was that this was the first time he tasted food in months.

"That door is a seal to me." Trump Aoki's voice became deeper. It was an experience that happened many years ago.

When his beloved died, his will began to split. In the end, the will to resurrect his beloved gained the absolute upper hand, sealing the kindness and compassion it didn't need with the gate. This is how Yakumo sees Trump Aoki now.

The part of the will that wanted to resurrect his beloved was shattered by Runyu and many masters.

But the door for him to evolve according to the rules of virtual energy is still there. With the expansion of virtual energy, he may escape from the state of death at any time and rule the universe again.

If Yakumo destroys the gate in front of him, he can prevent the evil Aoki Trump from recovering. At the same time, the good Aoki Trump will escape from this world and have the ability to travel to the universe.

The current problem is that Yakumo cannot destroy the door.

"You can also bring other people here, anyway, you still have many years." Trump Aoki lay back on the wicker chair again, comforted him with a relaxed expression, and then closed his eyes.

He has been trapped in this small place for too many years and is used to passing the time by sleeping.

"I still want to try." Yakumo speeded up, ate the whole pear in several mouthfuls, threw the core into the distant forest, stood up and took out the weapon in his hand.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding"

Yakumo swung his sword with all his strength and slashed at the black door. As the slash fell, blood occasionally appeared on the surface of the door, but it still looked ordinary, without any sense of pressure or danger.

Within half an hour, a total of 30,000 blows were struck, but there was no change in the surface of the door.

It takes thousands of years for a water droplet to penetrate a stone, but even a hundred thousand years a water droplet cannot penetrate a star, because the attack has already been absorbed and swallowed before it touches it.

This is how Yakumo feels at this moment. He is certain that no matter how hard he tries, he cannot destroy the door in front of him.

Deep in the soul, the black crystal was slowly rotating. Yakumo could feel the existence of this crystal, and after absorbing part of the virtual energy, the crystal produced some special changes.

"So is this the reason why Runyu thinks he can destroy the gate?"

After thirty thousand years of trying, Runyu should know that only the ultimate power of the universe can succeed.

"No!" If the crystal was detonated, first of all, he would not have any way to survive.

An explosion of that level is simply beyond his control.

"Try again" Yakumo regained his fighting spirit and continued to smash the door with his sword.

From round dance, to majestic country, to life annihilation and extreme blade slash, detonating talisman, wood escape, thunder, flame. Yakumo has mastered the skills from basic to peak, from ninjutsu to energy change, and more

Attribute energy fusion, hundreds of attempts were made.

As a result, the damage is zero.

Yakumo turned his head and looked at Aoki Trump who was sleeping on the wicker chair. He slowly closed his eyes and felt the breeze and the flow of natural energy. This was the last hope of life in the world.

He always thought it was all ridiculous.

The final level is coming, but there is no BOSS, only a gate that cannot be destroyed.

This is obviously not a reasonable game level, unless the level breaker has the means to break the deadlock.

That black crystal.

If Yakumo was alone, he would have the patience to test possible loopholes in the gate even if he tried for more than ten years, but obviously he did not have that long.

Although Masako Mori and Qianxue Qianxue were protected by the power of hope and were immune to the erosion of virtual energy for a short period of time, being in this twisted world for a long time will definitely have an irreparable impact on people's spirit and psychology.

Yakumo clearly knew that his time was running out, and in order to allow Masako Mori and Qianyuki to return to their own world as soon as possible, he needed to make further decisions.

Maybe Runyu couldn't judge the appearance of the black crystal, but he obviously saw an opportunity in himself.

Or is he himself a chess piece?

"Ding."

Yakumo stabbed the demon on the surface of the door, but still couldn't shake it. He took a step forward and stepped on the door, slowly squatted down, and pressed his hand on the surface of the door to feel it carefully.

His expression became determined. Yakumo thought about it and it wasn't a bad thing. If it weren't for the system created by Runyu, he wouldn't be where he is today and might have died like cannon fodder in the Ninja World War.

Since you have received a lot of help by using the system, it is appropriate to make sacrifices now.

Yakumo felt the fluctuations emanating from the gate and found that it seemed to be in a deep sleep state, its breath was very vague and difficult to understand, and from the breath of the gate, he felt a kind of parting that was gradually moving away.

The loss and sadness in his heart became more and more intense, and Yakumo's emotions began to be affected by the gate. He seemed to be indirectly involved in a life and death separation. There were so many regrets and reluctances that it was difficult to express them in words.

The next second, Yakumo suddenly woke up, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with a book, and was silent for a long time.

It was not until this moment that he realized that his emotions were affected by the door.

His heart seemed to have lost something extremely important, as if a downpour had ended and the sky had turned gray, with lead-colored dark clouds extremely heavy and depressing, unable to tolerate any good mood.

"You haven't given up yet?"

Aoki Trump sensed the change in Yakumo's mood, opened his eyes, and asked very relaxedly.

"I have a reason to crush it." Yakumo said seriously.

The strong reason once again suppressed the negative emotions in his heart, and Yakumo's eyes became firm again, whether it was for the sacrifice of Reiko Aoyama, or for the ninja world that was deeply threatened by null energy, or even to bring Masako Mori and Chiyuki back to the

own world.

"Everyone who comes to me has a reason to break the door, but they all fail." Trump Aoki said with an unquestionable affirmation.

"But I want to try." Yakumo was not swayed by Aoki Trump's words.

Yakumo standing here contains the expectations of too many people, and he cannot let those people down.

"Only with the ultimate power of the universe can we have a chance." After Trump said this, he closed his eyes again.

Yakumo didn't answer any more. He could feel that Aoki Trump was guiding him to use the black crystal, more like he was testing whether he could master the black crystal.

But the price is your life.

Yakumo wanted to live, really wanted to live, so he didn't detonate the black crystal.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past few days, Yakumo returned to see Masako Mori several times, spending a lot of time comforting her, and also spending a lot of time trying to break down the door, but he did not take Masako Mori to the small courtyard in the back mountain.

After observing these days, he understood several things.

Trump Aoki didn't lie. He really couldn't control any virtual energy and couldn't leave the back mountain. He was like a prisoner locked in a cell and wanted to destroy the gate even more than Yakumo.

He has eternal life, but no freedom at all. He can only kill time by sleeping.

The world that keeps reincarnating has its own rules.

Yakumo didn't really trust Aoki Trump. After all, after tens of thousands of years of loneliness, who knows how twisted he would be. It is said that there were people from dozens of teams who came to the back mountain and lived with him for thousands of years, but later they couldn't bear the loneliness.

And loneliness chose self-understanding.

Trump Aoki buried him in the bamboo forest of Houshan.

In the afternoon, Yakumo slashed the gate tens of thousands of times, with zero damage.

At this point, his methods have been exhausted.

Within three days, everything I wanted to say has been said.

Yakumo took a look at the sleeping Angu Chiyuki and found that his aura was quite stable and was slowly increasing. He thought he would wake up from his slumber in a few years.

At this moment, he finally made a decision.

"Aren't you going to give up yet?" Trump Aoki asked again.

"It's almost time to give up." Yakumo replied, sitting directly on the surface of the gate. He had decided to detonate the black crystal and make a final attempt, even if it cost him his life.

Yakumo really wants to live, but he doesn't have much fear of death. His immortal soul and strong reason allow him to treat life in an almost indifferent way.

"The last one gave up after trying all afternoon, started to give up on himself, and finally accepted his fate." Trump Aoki said with a smile, as if he was sincerely happy because Yakumo chose to give up. Although he has adapted to loneliness, there are people who can

Talking is also a pastime.

"Abandoning yourself?" Yakumo asked.

"If you don't resist the erosion of null energy, there are still many delicacies in Konoha Village. When the hope of protecting the body is completely wiped out, it will be eroded by null energy." Aoki Trump explained.

"That's it." Yakumo nodded. He still couldn't fully trust Aoki Trump, and even planned to try to kill him, but he was worried that it would cause uncontrollable consequences.

The previous challenger definitely tried to kill Trump Aoki in front of him, but that person obviously failed.

"You can't be killed within the back mountain range, right?" Yakumo said quite directly.

"It should be said that I can't be hit by any attacks, you can try it." Trump Aoki said with a smile, looking very relaxed as he seemed to have a chance to win.

"Forget it then." Yakumo put Fu Mo back into the scabbard.

Anyway, when the black crystal explodes, no one will survive.

It doesn't make any difference whether it's earlier or later.

Yakumo took out the black crystal from his soul. Now it has been transformed into a cubic structure. The size is close to the clenched fist of a normal person. It spins slowly as if it can swallow everything.

"What did you do?!" Trump Aoki stood up immediately, with an incredible expression on his face. After tens of thousands of years, he once again felt the threat of death.

This fatal threat made him a little excited, even eager.

This death means that he can escape from the cage and return to freedom.

"It's nothing." Yakumo chose to conceal it. As expected, no one except himself could feel the existence of the black crystal.

Yakumo studied the black crystal floating in the palm of his hand. It seemed to be able to swallow everything, but unlike virtual energy, its breath was particularly stable, and it breathed and grew at a certain regular frequency.

After exposure to air, it has become less stable and may explode at any time.

Yakumo sat quietly on the surface of the black door, slowly closed his eyes, and was immersed in his inner world. All the memories were echoing in his mind, like a series of spinning films that could not be stopped.

Yakumo thought of all the past, and the joys and sorrows of the past flashed quickly before his eyes.

From being timid and timid at the beginning of time travel, to becoming wanton and carefree after gaining strength, until he heard about the turmoil of virtual energy and had to act according to Runyu's plan.

Along the way there have been joys, sorrows, unforgettable moments and reluctances. Life is so good.

He took a deep breath, rationally controlled the surging memories, and calculated the goals of Runyu and Aoki Trump in his mind, trying to find clues and analyze their real goals.

Aoyama Reiko died because of this, and Yakumo no longer trusted Runyu.

Yakumo is sure that Runyu has his own plans and selfish motives. Whether it is the evil thoughts of Aoki Trump and the kind thoughts of Aoki Trump, they naturally have their own plans and ideas. They are chess players who use the universe as their chessboard.

"If it were me, I would never destroy this door and let you regain your freedom." Yakumo said to himself.

After hearing this, the smile on Aoki Trump's face did not change at all. It was still gentle and refreshing. Tens of thousands of years have allowed his state of mind to reach a very detached state, and he will not easily shake his emotions and state due to external things.

"But destroying that door can delay the attack for at least two hundred thousand years."

"Delay?" Yakumo was a little confused, but then he thought about the problem clearly.

Although Aoki Trump was killed by Run Yu and others many years ago, for a strong person who dominates the realm, it only takes time to return from the state of death.

"I feel you are more dangerous." Yakumo said bluntly.

Extremely strong people are not scary, because excessive extremes will lead to destruction, but the Aoki Trump in front of him looks more like he has gone through a long period of time and completed his transformation.

"At least, I don't intend to destroy the universe." Trump Aoki replied with a smile.

Yakumo slowly pressed the black cube against the black door, with complicated eyes. Perhaps this was what Runyu and Aoki-Trump in front of him wanted to see.

Reordering the universe in a giant explosion.

The black crystal came into contact with the door, and the fragile stability was immediately destroyed.

The gray waves spread, forming a gray semicircular sphere that enveloped the entire back mountain.

Yakumo immediately discovered that his connection with the universe was completely severed, and he could no longer feel the passage of space and time. Even the air was excluded by the diffuse gray light.

Absolute airspace.

"Has the day finally arrived?"

Aoki Trump stood up from the wicker chair and walked towards Yakumo's position. The smile on his face became more intense. He wanted to get closer to the center of the fluctuation so that he could more easily embrace death.

Yakumo discovered that even the energy in his body was suppressed and unable to be used. Even the surface of his body was rapidly losing its color, and invisible and qualityless energy filled the entire back mountain.

This energy was completely different from all the energy in his memory.

Light enough, pure enough, imperceptible, yet very domineering. If virtual energy is a devourer of chaos and madness, then this energy is an army that suppresses everything in an orderly manner.

Initially obtaining the black crystal, Yakumo used it as a trump card to explode when necessary. However, as the amount of energy swallowed by the black crystal increased, the energy possessed by the black crystal eventually exceeded the limit that he could control.

Using it at this time is equivalent to burning jade and stone together.

Swish——

The gray energy spread and firmly fixed Yakumo and Aoki Trump in place.

Everything within the semicircle is coming to an end.

The black crystal collapsed inward, and the black color spread outward, opening a channel to an unknown place. Black energy continuously poured out from the channel, like a battle ax striking the black door.

This time, the black gate finally reacted. The rich virtual energy burst collided with the black light beam, and the two began to compete, just like the two chaotic energies that were separated at the birth of the world began to merge again.

Everything is like new life, and everything is like destruction.

At this moment, Yakumo was deprived of even the power to turn his eyes, like fish on a chopping board.

In the still space, a breeze suddenly blew up, like the sickle of death spreading in the hollow place.

At the same time, the bodies of Yakumo and Aoki Trump were also destroyed. Their bodies gradually cracked like glass, turning into fragments and gradually dissipating under the influence of the breeze, leaving only a few light spots, which quickly disappeared.

Both of them have completely lost their lives, including their souls.

The collapsing black hole not far away is still pouring out continuously, as if the ocean shows no signs of decay.

From top to bottom, cover the fall.

After all, the owner of the black door has been dead for tens of thousands of years, and his successors are somewhat weak. As time goes by, he is gradually suppressed by the outflow of black energy, and cracks gradually appear on the surface of the door.

The black energy continued to be output, like a pure spear piercing the black door. The blood light was split open by the black light, and the dark red tentacles in the distance turned directly into nothingness.

At the same time, the entire back mountain also disappeared. Pure energy was extracted from the rocks, radiating around like a tidal wave, sweeping in all directions and turning the surrounding rocks into transparent gravel.

Not only that, the black energy continued to spread to the surroundings until the entire virtual energy world was destroyed, and then it followed the black hole and returned to the unknown world.

At the last moment of the destruction of the world, white light gushed out from Masako Mori and Qianxue Qianxue, reconnecting the space with the world, breaking the huge gray barrier, and teleporting the two away.

In fact, Yakumo's energy finally reached its lowest point, and when it exploded, the entire world had been restricted, cutting off the connection between space and the world.

"If you can't kill me, the universe will end and the world of destruction will eventually return!!"

Inside the broken black door, the angry roar of Trump Aoki could be faintly heard. His path to resurrection was directly cut off, and it would take hundreds of thousands of years for him to come back again.

In a daze, Yakumo saw an extremely dead world.

In the outside world, gray bubbles spread from the roots of the ancient tree in the void. A certain world parasitic on it was gradually swallowed up by gray energy, and the return of the bloody master was directly cut off.

The ancient tree in the void screamed, and the part representing the empty energy spread wildly like it was out of control. The dark red tree roots twisted into tentacles and struck hard at the volleying prayer.

Keqi did not dodge, but was directly hit by the huge tentacle and flew tens of thousands of kilometers away. When the gray bubble died, it lost the breath of its creator again.

The cruise ship at sea lost the light of the lighthouse and lost its direction again.

The galaxy all over the sky collapsed due to the war, and the starry sky returned to darkness.

Qi's anger was born from his heart, like fire destroying everything, and dark red flames covered his body.

But in fact, it should not have the emotion of anger. Creatures born from empty energy are born with defects and cannot have normal human emotions. Most of their shapes are animals and plants.

Qi swung his weapon and cut out a wave of air, instantly stopping his retreating figure. At the same time, he clenched the bloody long sword in his hand. It mastered all the skills that Yakumo possessed, but it did not include the core of protecting the meaning.

The seventh skill, Guardian, driven by the heart of guardianship.

Born out of chaos, it didn't understand what guardianship was, so naturally it couldn't master it. But when it lost contact with Yakumo, it suddenly understood and found a new way to reverse the guardianship.

Driven by anger, it found its own direction.

"Evil!"

Guardian relies on the will of others to achieve one's own strength and transcendence, gathering the hearts of everyone to defeat unbeatable opponents, while evil ghouls devour other people's souls and energy and integrate them into the blade in their hands to strengthen others.

The power of moves.

Qi transformed into a dark red light and shadow, constantly wielding a knife to dismember the body of the ancient tree in the void. After losing contact with its creator, its attack pattern became even crazier, like a gambler forced to the end of the road.

The ancient tree in the void was no longer able to resist Qi's attack. Perhaps because of the shattering of the door, it lost its most important source of power and the meaning of its existence.

In the dark space, Yakumo slowly regained consciousness, but not all of it. His soul could not leave his body. Now Yakumo senses the existence of his body.

No, it is not the body, but the soul body.

It couldn't even move, as if it was fixed inside the resin, and it couldn't even breathe.

"Where is this? Am I dead?"

Yakumo thought quickly in his mind, but he soon overturned his thoughts. What he saw in front of him was definitely not the world after death, but more like his soul being imprisoned by some kind of power.

In the hazy moment, twisted and unfamiliar words appeared in front of my eyes. Each font was moving, like countless tiny poisonous snakes, bringing a different kind of distortion and chaos to Yakumo. But if you look closely, you can find it under the chaos.

The rules between these texts.

Although Yakumo didn't know this kind of writing, he could still understand the meaning it wanted to express.

'In one or fifty thousand years, you will be the first person to master the power of causelessness.'

'Two, give up the process of recognizing the master, regroup the body, and leave this world.'

"leave."

Yakumo's thoughts moved slightly and he answered in his heart.

The words in front of me quickly dissipated and disappeared.

The surroundings were still dark, there was no threat or danger, just pure silence.

After a quarter of an hour, the text reappeared.

'If you give up the master recognition ceremony, you will lose the qualification to become the master and be reduced to a pawn. Are you willing?'

Yakumo felt bewitched between the lines this time, as if he was being guided to continue the acknowledgment ceremony.

"I am willing to leave."

Fifty thousand years is too long, enough to erase everyone in his memory. Even if he has the status of a master at that time, there will be no old friends in sight. What is the difference between such a life and death.

Especially Yakumo didn't want Masako Mori to grow old and die while waiting.

"I choose to leave." Yakumo thought in his heart again.

He didn't care if there was a conspiracy behind it, or whose plot it was, he just wanted to go home.

The blurred text disappeared again.

About a quarter of an hour passed before the text reappeared.

'Congratulations on your success in recognizing the Lord and becoming the Lord of the Causeless.'

Memories of the causeless will suddenly emerge in Yakumo's heart. They were born in the annihilation of the universe, and then harvested and absorbed the original power in countless reincarnations of the universe to grow, and finally became one of the ultimate powers of the universe.

It is defined as the orderly end of the universe being causeless.

The conditions for its recognition are very simple.

The life that desires to recognize the Lord will be swallowed up, but the life that rejects the causeless can become the master of the causeless.

In the past long years, many strong men have found traces of Wu Cause and started the process of recognizing their master. When faced with the possibility of gaining the power of Wu Cause after 50,000 years of slumber, everyone chose yes.

Those people have become tonics without a cause.

Only by refusing can you gain.

The uncaused power was completely integrated into Yakumo's soul, and from then on the two were indistinguishable from each other. At the same time, another uncaused force began to build Yakumo's body.

The power without a cause is good at destruction rather than creation. It is also a transcendent person in the universe. This means that Yakumo has lost the ability to breed life because the power without a cause cannot simulate creation.

The good news is that Masako Mori was pregnant before the separation.

Yakumo's idea at the time was very simple. If he was going to die, then let his child be the reason and motivation for Masako Mori to live. After all, women are weak but mothers are strong.

Now that I think about it, what I did back then was actually a clever move.

The characteristics of void energy are engulfment and chaos, while the characteristics of hope are redemption and creation.

There is only one quality of being without a cause, and that is transcendence.

The Causeless Lord is immune to attacks from those below the Dominator, and can also gain the upper hand in attacks from the same Dominator, and is even somewhat higher in stature than the other ultimate powers. This is the Transcendent One.

The disadvantage is that it has a single attribute and does not have the panacea properties of love and virtual energy. It cannot be passed on to others like the power of hope, nor can it spread like the infinite infection of virtual energy.

Without cause, great power is attributed to oneself, and only one person is the master, so he is half a step higher than other masters.

After spending half an hour, Yakumo had perfectly inherited the power of no reason.

Simply wave your hand and step forward.

Yakumo has appeared in the vast starry sky, the surrounding stars are shining with silver light, and the huge stars are unbridledly emitting light and heat, as well as high-temperature energy pulses.

But the pulse, which was enough to destroy the planet, could not shake Yakumo, like a gentle breeze across his face.

Under the person of the Lord, with the help of the power of the causeless, Yakumo understood the whole story in an instant. The door was a back-up used by Aoki Trump to resurrect, connecting a world affected by virtual energy.

When that door existed, no one could locate that continent, and naturally no one could cut off the trajectory of Trump Aoki's resurrection. But as the door was cut off, the coordinates of that world had been exposed.

This is Runyu's goal, to completely cut off the trajectory of Trump Aoki's resurrection and make it impossible for him to return.

In addition, Yakumo discovered that there is a ray of Aoyama Reiko's soul inside the Kong Emperor's Ring. As long as it is nurtured with the power of hope, it will take about ten years to resurrect Aoyama Reiko.

This is Runyu's backup plan, and it is also the explanation given to Yakumo.

In addition, with the awakening of those dusty memories, Yakumo also understood the origin of the planet of prayer.

After clearing the real copy that year, his soul was about to return. He drove all the foundations of his creation into the center of the earth, created a brand new plant life, and left several iron laws deep in his soul at the beginning of creation.

Of course, Qihui's pursuit of Yakumo is just because of her dependence on the creator when she wakes up, just like a newborn beast that will naturally have an inexplicable affection for the first creature it sees when it opens its eyes.

There is only one question in Yakumo's mind, that is, the causeless force did not kill Zen Aoki Trump. His soul was forcibly transferred before being swallowed by the causeless force. It is conceivable that this will be a contradiction.

According to the blood connection, he quickly confirmed Masako Mori's location.

By directly using the force of no cause to move, the distance between the two people became closer and closer.

Ninja World·Yakumo Mansion.

Masako Mori looked at the empty bedroom in front of her, and suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart. She seemed to sense something, and then she sat blankly on the edge of the bed. The expression on her face became very dull, as if she had lost everything in a very short period of time.

.

She had anticipated this outcome before this day actually happened.

Half an hour later, Masako Mori stroked her flat belly, her face gradually becoming more tender. She got up and went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. The fat black and white cat on the sofa was barking heartlessly.

The smell of burnt meat gradually emitted from the kitchen. Masako Mori gnawed on the roast meat that was full of burnt smell, her eyes were red, tears the size of peas kept falling, and they broke into small pieces on the edge of the marble table.

Water marks of plum blossoms.

She was not absolutely sad, she simply wanted to cry to vent the emotions that were pressing in her heart. Even though she had made a lot of preparations for separation, the sadness lingered in her heart like a torrent destroying all the defenses built in advance.

It turns out that the true sorrow of separation is a powerful force that cannot be resisted by thousands of layers of defense.

"It turns out that my cooking is really bad."

Masako Mori lived alone for more than half a year, gradually getting used to living alone, and moved the sleeping Qianxue to her home to rest.

In Konoha, Namikaze Minato also noticed Masako Mori's return, but no one came rashly.

One day half a year later, the space in front of Masako Mori suddenly cracked, and she saw a pure black space. The turbulence of countless spaces in that space seemed to destroy everything.

In the depths of the space turbulence, a figure is walking from a very far away position. The violent space turbulence in front of him is as docile as a sheep. It is a slender and slender figure. Under the black broken hair, there is a dark abyss.

His eyes were filled with joy.

"I've worked hard on you during this time."

Yakumo hugged Masako Mori tightly——

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