Hokage: My Nine Tails, Infinite Resurrection

How long have you been asleep?

He thought so when he woke up.

I can't remember it, I just feel a sense of comfort.

Turning his head, the bald man was still sleeping soundly.

There doesn't seem to be a real awakening.

"Congratulations to the host, I have become the eternal supreme, and I have become stronger in battle, and I have broken through

to the Martial God Realm in my sleep" "Then my Martial God Realm is really difficult for future generations, after all, I am a Martial God above three dimensions, but others have been promoted to the master of the two-dimensional world at most."

Qingling's system was speechless.

"Host, in fact, these three dimensions are just your perception, for you are three-dimensional, among them, more precisely when you wake up, the big dream wakes up, you will feel that you have become a living individual, a

three-dimensional existence In fact, a singularity of one dimension, that world itself is five dimensions, containing the origin of the world and space-time, the universe itself is four-dimensional, with the help of the origin from the world, and imprisoned in space-time, the life in the universe is the master of the three-dimensional world

masters the world itself, Contact

the world sea, see the truth of the waves, you can be promoted to two-dimensional, in fact

, it should be said that

the world is the lord of the low-latitude world is strong and weak, but no matter how strong it is, it can only be above the waves, floating above

the sea, and can never reach the other shore, nor can it sink to the bottom of the sea eternally exists as a high dimension, and the world sea is of the same level, but the individual can never surpass the vast sea, but can dive into the bottom of the sea, dominate the undercurrents of the seabed, and create a stormy wave

And you and Saitama have become the strongest in the eternal existence, so you crossed the world sea, came to the other side

, different people came here, and got different

Saitama fell into a deep sleep with satisfaction, and you came back from the dead"

The words of the system did not arouse much interest in Qingling.

He also knew all about these so-called rules, but he was not interested at all.

Now that everything is clear, naturally I don't care at all, I just feel that I slept well.

The stronger it is, the closer it is to omniscience and omnipotence.

It's just that, as the system says, an eternally existing individual can never transcend the world sea.

If he really does it, then he will turn into a vast sea.

Stronger, but lose yourself and turn into the sea.

"The system is perfectly resurrected successfully, and all the power is doubled

" "The host is promoted to the high-latitude Eternal Martial God, and all its own strength has obtained a massive increase"

This massive amount is really the sea of the world sea.

"Hmm."

Qingling nodded, he probably knew what the system was.

Like the World Sea, in a similar way it became the strongest eternal, omniscient and omnipotent, but it also lost itself.

It's pathetic.

Still, even so.

Qingling, an eternal individual, still has not surpassed the world sea and system.

He stood up and turned his head to look.

On the shore of the World Sea, there is a stone stele, on which I don't know who wrote two big characters "The other side" On the shore, I don't know

when, a third person appeared, he is also bald!

It's just that this person is very strange, and he actually carries a small boat on his back.

Qingling stood up and carried the sleeping Saitama behind him, and walked forward with the monk.

"It's really rare, there are really very few people who can come out of this vast red dust, benefactor, there is immeasurable creation."

"Creation? It doesn't seem like this is the word that the master said.

"There are so many taboos, what I said has long been arbitrarily decomposed by later generations of practitioners."

The monk still carried a lonely boat on his back, the same as the Qingling who carried Saitama on his back.

Together they kept walking forward.

"Benefactor, why carry others forward, here is the other side, naturally let go of everything, and realize greatly."

The monk looked at Qingling suspiciously.

"The master is not also carrying a lonely boat on his back, he is my friend, it seems that he is too tired and fell into a deep sleep, I have to wait until he wakes up, the first thing I see is the most beautiful scenery in the world."

"The most beautiful view? Perhaps the road ahead has no scenery, not even a road, but the benefactor can have such a state of mind, which really makes Lao Gu admire.

The monk said, calmly looking ahead.

"The scenery in front of you is very beautiful, you see the snowy mountains, the forest, and the blue sky, snow-white clouds, how is it not a scenery?"

Qing Ling also looked ahead suspiciously.

Beautiful indeed.

There is a beauty that keeps him asleep.

"Before he saw Lao Gu, the donor wanted to carry his friends forward, so Lao Gu would carry a lonely boat, and the donor wanted his friends to see the beautiful scenery, so the road ahead was full of beautiful scenery.

What you see on the other side is your own heart.

Lao Gu is just a boat through the sea of suffering, rolling red dust, to this other shore, to give up everything, since he has reached the other shore, why should he bear the boat.

As the monk spoke, the lone boat he was carrying behind him magically disappeared.

Qingling looked back, and the monk appeared on the other shore again, and his boat that had passed through the bitter sea floated in the sea, gradually drifting away.

Here.

Only Qingling was left carrying Saitama on his back.

The monk waved his hand with him, turned into a golden lotus, and disappeared.

"Where in the world is there a reason to cross the sea and carry a boat on your back?"

Qing Ling's mind still recalled the monk's words.

He felt more and more that Saitama on his back was heavy.

In a way, Saitama is not also a means for him to achieve infinite resurrection, in order to become an eternal existence as he is now.

Is it still necessary to carry it on your back?

This moment.

He suddenly felt like he was carrying a lonely boat on his back.

Too heavy.

Even foolish, man walks on land, but has to carry a lonely boat sailing in the sea.

His pace is getting heavier.

The road in front of you begins to come into view.

He felt tired and thought to himself, how many mosquitoes, tigers and leopards there would be in the forest, whether the snowy mountains would be difficult to travel, whether the clouds in the sky would be extremely fickle, fleeting, leaving only the blazing sun shining.

"Why not take a ride?"

On the path, a man in an ancient carriage appeared at some point.

He had countless disciples around him.

Looking around, the bodies of three thousand disciples and seventy-two people exuded an elegant aura.

But they have Confucianism, Confucianism, Confucianism, and Confucianism....

Invited to the bronze carriage.

Qingling put Saitama beside him, and immediately felt a sense of comfort, as if relieved.

"It will be very tiring to walk on people's backs, why don't you take a carriage, don't you know the art of the Imperial Arts?"

The old man is amiable.

It was as if he was going to teach all the truths he knew under Qingling's curiosity in the next moment.

Gonojutsu?

Qingling shook his head.

He can't guard horses, he can't keep chariots, and he can't keep people.

He just likes to fall asleep peacefully and wake up on a calm morning.

"Sad, I also thought about going alone, but what can I do alone, if you don't teach everything you have learned and learned, sooner or later, your path will be broken."

Will the road break?

"If you are tired, you can ride in a carriage or ride on horseback, so why be rigid."

The old man said, suddenly smiling.

"Sir, how can I have what I want without being so tired."

Qing Ling just opened his mouth to explain.

"There is a dragon coming, in front of him, my walking, imperial car art is not enough, but the dragon can soar for nine days."

The old man smiled, and the disciple lifted the curtain.