Zongman: The post-2D era

But Fengfeng seems to want to be independent, which will ruin the plan of the "modern Susanoo".

Feng Feng used dimensional summoning to deal with the problem of the Yamata no Orochi Shrine, and once again rejected the "revenge" of the two factions.

Inside the school, the sunlight dappled across the cobblestone road. The freshmen, with their yearning for the magical world, lamented the dangers of learning magic.

It was only the next day, and several students who were cursed by the Yamata no Orochi were facing expulsion.

Feng Feng frowned, his eyes fixed on the screen of his mobile phone. The description of the effects of the Yamata no Daimon on the forum made his heart sink.

He closed his eyes, as if he could travel through the words and witness the scene in his dream with his own eyes - under the inky black night sky, the Yamata no Orochi coiled and coiled, its huge eyes like torches, fiercely clashing with Susanoo's sword that was shining with lightning.

On the battlefield, flames and lightning intertwined, waves surged, and mountains trembled, and every collision seemed to tear the sky and the earth apart.

The students who were pulled into the dream either fled in terror or stopped to stare. This mythical battlefield was drawing the souls of those caught in the dream deeply into it with an irresistible force.

Feng Feng's expression became more and more solemn. He knew the horror of the Eight-Headed Serpent Pattern. In the picture, the souls of the students seemed to be pulled by invisible chains and placed in the battlefield of ancient mythology.

In the inky night sky, every breath of the Yamata no Orochi brought blood and gore. Its giant eyes flashed with a strange light, staring closely at those innocent souls.

Susanoo's sword was as fast as lightning, cutting through the sky and colliding with the body of the Yamata no Orochi, making a deafening roar.

The students were lost in this endless battle, their spiritual strength was eroded bit by bit, and fear and despair spread like a plague, pushing them step by step into the abyss.

"Orochimaru reminded me that there are hidden dangers in doing this. Perhaps I should experience it myself."

Feng Feng bit the tip of his tongue lightly, and using the blood as a guide, he slowly imprinted the Eight-Headed Snake Pattern on his forehead. In an instant, the surrounding scene was distorted, and he seemed to be sucked into the abyss by an invisible force.

When he opened his eyes again, the battle between Yamata no Orochi and Susanoo became more and more intense.

The body of the Yamata no Orochi is as huge as a mountain, its scales gleaming coldly under the lightning, and every breath it exhales carries the power to destroy the world.

Susanoo was agile, with lightning wrapped around the sword, and every strike was aimed directly at the vital points of the Yamata no Orochi.

On the battlefield, flames and lightning intertwined into a web, covering the sky and the earth.

Feng Feng was suspended in the air, like an invisible bystander, witnessing this battle from ancient mythology, with shock in his heart beyond words.

Feng Feng was suspended in the air, his eyes penetrating the smoke, and suddenly he noticed a hint of familiarity in the movements of the Yamata no Orochi - that was the trace of Orochimaru's unique cunning and manipulation.

At the same time, Susanoo's face gradually became clear. It was a young and resolute face, belonging to a graduate of the mythology department. Sweat slid down his resolute chin, and his eyes burned with an unyielding fire of war.

Around him, there were a dozen spectators, some excited, some nervous, their faces flickering in the light and shadow of thunder and fire, like a group of portraits in an ancient mural, witnessing this war of gods across time and space.

Their breathing and heartbeats seemed so clear and powerful in this space shrouded in mythical power, adding a touch of human color to this unprecedented showdown.

The whispers of the dozen people beside Feng Feng's ears were like the murmurs of ancient times, penetrating the roar of the battlefield. They stood in a circle, their eyes flashing with desire for power and awe of the unknown.

"The God System gathers the power of faith and peeks into the secrets of the Godhead. What we pursue is to replace the supreme being."

One of them said in a low voice, pointing at the righteous god and the demonic snake fighting fiercely in the void, with fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

Feng Feng glanced to the side and saw that in the small circle formed by them, there seemed to be a faint light gathering, like a trickle of water, flowing towards some hidden source.

That light is the essence of faith, the expectation and sustenance of power in the depths of countless hearts, converging into an invisible torrent, nourishing the embryonic form of a godhead that is about to awaken.

"We don't have an advantage in the Godhead War, so we can only spend a lot of money to create a real-world copy and rely on manpower."

Feng Feng heard a dozen people around him discussing the war, and was curious about where Uesugi Eri was. Based on his inner feelings, he flew into the sky.

Feng Feng's mind moved, and his body turned into a stream of light, soaring into the sky.

His pupils suddenly dilated as he sped, and what was reflected was no longer a battlefield full of flames of war, but a hand as gentle as jade, yet seemingly able to control the universe.

The hand clenched gently, and the entire dream space trembled, as if the heaven and earth were under its control.

A faint light shone between his fingers, like a galaxy pouring down, dazzling. On his palm, fragments of dreams gathered like quicksand, then slowly dispersed, reconstructing a picture scroll of ancient myths.

Feng Feng was suspended in the air, staring at this mysterious jade hand, feeling an indescribable shock in his heart.

But no one below could see or feel anything!

The hand seemed to sense his gaze and trembled slightly, then a gentle yet majestic gaze penetrated the mist of the dream and faced Feng Feng from a distance.

The space beneath Feng Feng suddenly fluctuated, as if the tapestry of his dream was suddenly pulled. The figures of a dozen people began to become blurred, and their faces were filled with anxiety.

"Hurry! The dream is unstable, Uesugi Eri's consciousness is about to wake up!"

Someone shouted urgently, and the voice echoed in the distorted space with a hint of panic.

They took out all kinds of mysterious talismans, and in the flash of light, their figures disappeared like bubbles, leaving only afterimages and gradually fading whispers.

"This dungeon has endless potential, worthy of being Susanoo, one of the Three Noble Sons."

"We have fenced off a site at the foot of Mount Fuji. Once the instance is realized..."

Feng Feng could clearly feel that the fragments of the dream around him began to collapse, and the picture of thunder and fire became fragmented.

He looked up hurriedly, only to see that the hand as soft as jade slowly dissipated into nothingness, leaving behind only a faint fragrance and lingering pressure, which shocked Feng Feng's heart and he couldn't recover for a long time.

"Is this the battle for the throne of God?"

Chapter 949 Daddy Orochimaru

Wednesday, February 3

Everyone in the Naruto world knows that the teaching quality of Orochimaru's school is extremely high, and he alone can educate an entire ninja from the Otogakure!

Inside the Yaki Shrine, Uesugi Eri sighed with a helpless expression. Orochimaru instantly dealt with the thirty-seventh batch of "tourists and pilgrims" and brought her lunch.

"Are you hungry, Eri, or do you want a snack?"

Orochimaru controlled the Yamata no Orochi to fight Susanoo, while helping Eri order five-eye fried rice, looking like an old father.

"Why hasn't Fengfeng finished school yet? I miss him."

The old father was petrified holding the phone, and a murderous aura rose in his heart towards Feng Feng.

At this time, Feng Feng was standing on the stone road of the school, and the sunlight shone on him in patches through the sparse clouds.

His eyes flickered, having just solved a major puzzle regarding dimensional summoning, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Not far away, Matou Sakura walked slowly towards them with light steps, her pink hair shining softly in the sun: "Sorry for waiting so long, I found the information you wanted."

She was holding a book with an intricately painted cover in her hands, walking briskly with a gentle smile on her face.

A breeze blew, causing her skirt to sway gently, as if the most moving scenery in spring was slowly approaching Feng Feng.

Feng Feng gently took the book handed to him by Matou Sakura, his eyes flashing with excitement, as if he was holding the key to solving the mystery.

"It seems that dealing with the problem of the Yamata no Orochi Shrine still cannot avoid the delicate balance between dimensions."

He smiled proudly and flipped through the pages of the book, his focused expression like a scholar immersed in an endless ocean of knowledge.

Matou Sakura shook her head, with a helpless yet doting smile on her face: "You are such a nerd. But you are the only one who can handle these complicated theories so well."

She reached out and gently touched Feng Feng's forehead, her movements as gentle as the spring breeze blowing across the tenderest green leaves on the branches.

The sunlight shines through her fingers, casting mottled shadows, adding a touch of warmth and romance to this moment.

Feng Feng walked with firm steps, step by step, towards the depths of the Yachi Shrine. His back was stretched out on the stone road, blending with the surrounding quaint scenery.

Matou Sakura stood there, following him with her eyes, which contained both reluctance and worry.

She bit her lower lip lightly and clenched her hands into fists, her knuckles turning slightly white from the effort.

As the president of the student union, she knows that she will join the student graduation party after graduation, and the opposition situation she faces with Feng Feng there is like an insurmountable gap between them.

The breeze blew by, causing her pink hair to dance lightly, but it seemed unable to blow away the heaviness and entanglement in her heart.

Feng Feng was immersed in his own thoughts, lowering his head as he walked through the deep forest in front of the Yachi Shrine. The sunlight could only shine through the gaps in the dense tree canopy, forming beams of light.

At this moment, Orochimaru's figure quietly appeared at the edge of the forest. He narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured the name of Matou Sakura. His eyes revealed a complex emotion, intertwined with vigilance and hostility.

His fingertips flew quickly, forming one mysterious seal after another. The air around him seemed to solidify, and a cold breath quietly spread.

"Boy, let me see your feelings for Eri, illusion, the art of seeing nightmare in your heart!"

Orochimaru's gaze pierced through the woods like a sharp blade, locking onto Feng Feng's receding figure. His usually calm face now revealed an unprecedented chill and determination.

Feng Feng walked for a long time, then paused, frowned, and looked around. The quietness of the forest seemed particularly strange at this moment.

The sunlight shone through the dense leaves, dappled on the ground not far ahead, and a bright red color caught his attention.

He hurried forward and saw that Eri's face was pale, her hands were pressing her abdomen tightly, blood was oozing from between her fingers, staining her clothes red. She was leaning helplessly against an ancient tree, her eyes full of pain and weakness.

"Are you back to play with me? Too bad... I can't wait to beat you."

There was a faint smell of blood in the air all around, intertwined with the freshness of the leaves, forming an indescribable depressing atmosphere.

Feng Feng's heart suddenly tightened, and his breathing became rapid. He hurried forward, his tone full of anxiety and concern: "Eri, what's wrong with you? Hang on, I'll take you back to see a doctor!"

Feng Feng gritted his teeth and ran wildly in the dark forest holding Eri. Every step he took stepped on the fallen leaves and dead branches, making a crackling sound that echoed in the dead silence.

His hands were covered in warm blood as he helplessly pressed on her wound that continued to bleed. The bright red flowed freely between his fingers like a flower of evil blooming in despair.

Eri's breath became weaker and weaker, her body gradually cooled in his arms, and the eyes that once sparkled with curiosity and tenderness slowly closed, like night falling, taking away the last ray of light.

The surrounding trees seemed to have turned into silent bystanders, quietly witnessing this irreversible tragedy: "Eri, don't die!"

The sunlight tried hard to penetrate the treetops, but could only cast mottled and indifferent light and shadows, reflecting Feng Feng's tear-stained, desperate and determined face.

Feng Feng walked past the trees in a daze but could not get out of the forest. The person in his arms went from speaking in a low voice to his body turning cold, as if taking away his life.

Feng Feng staggered out of the forest, the sun suddenly shining all over his body, but it couldn't shine into his empty eyes. There was nothing in his arms, and Eri's figure seemed to have never existed. Only the faint smell of blood reminded him of his despair just now.

Orochimaru stood in front, a playful smile on his lips, and his cold eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

"How does it feel, to watch the one you love disappear in your arms?"

Orochimaru's voice was low and magnetic, yet it carried an sarcasm and coldness that was difficult to conceal.

"Who do you want to take revenge on after losing Eri? The Shinhwa faction, the student graduation party, or the whole world?"

He approached slowly, and every step he took treaded on Feng Feng's heartstrings, making the latter's face even paler.

Feng Feng stood there in a daze, his hands still in a clasped position. The air seemed to freeze, leaving only his heavy breathing and Orochimaru's cold words intertwined in this empty space.

Feng Feng suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as torches, piercing through the mottled sunlight and shooting straight at Orochimaru who was not far away.

Miraculously, Eri's figure slowly walked out from the shadow of the shrine. Her face was pale but with a hint of doubt. She gently called Fengfeng's name, and her voice was like a wind chime swaying in the morning breeze.

Feng Feng's eyes moved back and forth between Eri and Orochimaru, anger and confusion intertwined between his brows.

He clenched his fists, his fingertips turning white due to the force, and said in a low and firm voice: "Orochimaru, why did you use such a cruel illusion on me? Watching the person you love struggle in pain, or even disappear, do you feel the slightest bit of guilt in your heart?"

The sunlight cast a long shadow behind him, forming a sharp contrast with the illusory figure of Eri in front of him, as if it was the boundary between two worlds.