Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

Chapter 535 Chaos in the Ninja World

As time quietly passed, three months flowed by like a turbulent river, washing away the ninja world beyond recognition.

This is not merely the passing of a year, but a violent jolt under the wheels of history, foreshadowing the impending storm of a new era.

First, there was the shocking return of Madara Uchiha, whose figure, like a dark cloud obscuring the sun, shattered the long-standing peace of the ninja world.

Madara, this legendary strongman, returns to the world of the living from the unknown abyss, carrying endless hatred and ambition.

His return was like a thunderclap, instantly resounding throughout the entire ninja world. He directly launched the Fifth Shinobi World War.

The scale of this war was unprecedented, and the flames of war quickly spread to every corner of the ninja world, shattering the former peace and tranquility.

Ban's face remained cold and weathered, his eyes burning with an inextinguishable fire of ambition. He wore a black battle robe, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, like the Grim Reaper in the dark night.

Standing atop the mountain peak, he waved his hands lightly, and countless shadow clones surged forth like a tide, launching fierce attacks on enemies from all directions.

Madara's every move exuded an undeniable domineering aura and power; his return sent shivers down the spines of the entire ninja world.

However, even more astonishing changes were yet to come. With the awakening of a mysterious power, the ninja world ushered in an unprecedented large-scale rebirth.

Hashirama Senju, the legendary figure hailed as the "God of Shinobi," has miraculously been resurrected amidst the hopes and prayers of countless people.

He still retains the dashing appearance of his youth, with a head of silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, and his eyes sparkling with a gentle yet firm light.

Hashirama's return was like a shot in the arm for the despairing ninja world, giving people hope and the possibility of light.

Immediately afterwards, Tobirama Senju was also resurrected. With his usual calmness and wisdom, he quickly threw himself into the battle.

Tobirama's figure moved across the battlefield like a ghost, and every move he made revealed his profound understanding and superb application of ninjutsu.

His existence undoubtedly added a powerful boost to Konoha Village and even the entire ninja world.

The resurrection of Obito Uchiha has made the entire situation even more unpredictable.

Obito, the boy who was once lost in hatred, now stands on the stage of the ninja world with a completely new attitude.

His eyes held both regret for the past and determination for the future.

He chose a path completely different from Ban's, using his own way to protect the peace and justice in his heart.

In this chaotic war, every battlefield became a living hell.

Blood stained the earth red, cries of agony rose and fell, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and despair.

The ninjas, wielding sharp blades or employing ninjutsu, fought fiercely against the slaves, risking their lives.

Their faces were etched with exhaustion and resilience, their eyes gleaming with a thirst for victory and a tenacity for survival.

However, even in this endless darkness and chaos, a glimmer of hope is being nurtured.

Those ninjas who fought to protect their homes and loved ones, their beliefs and courage shine like brilliant stars, illuminating the path ahead.

They believe that as long as they have love and faith in their hearts, nothing can stop them from moving forward.

And so, the ninja world ushered in a new chapter amidst chaos and hope.

Chapter 536 The Birth of Nangong

Sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, casting dappled patterns on the cave where Nangong Yehua was, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet forest.

However, this tranquility did not last long. The sounds of fierce fighting from afar, like a sudden storm, shattered the surrounding peace.

Nangong Yehua was immersed in an indescribable state of enlightenment, a wondrous realm that transcended worldly disturbances and resonated with heaven and earth.

But at that moment, the commotion outside the building jolted him back from his deep thoughts like a thunderclap.

He slowly opened his eyes, a hint of doubt flashing in them, and then felt the chakra flowing within his body fluctuate slightly due to the external vibrations.

He stood up, his figure as straight as a pine tree. After three months of seclusion, Nangong Yehua's aura was even more composed, as if he had become one with the surrounding natural environment.

He gently stretched out his arms, and a slight cracking sound came from between his bones, a testament to the body's renewed vitality after a long period of rest.

With a mixture of curiosity and wariness, Nangong Yehua slowly walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting its glow on his face and outlining his resolute features.

He took a deep breath; the fresh air, mixed with the smell of gunpowder from a distant battle, instantly snapped him back to reality.

As soon as he stepped out of the cave, the scene before him made Nangong Yehua pause for a moment.

A group of warriors dressed in various ninja uniforms were engaged in fierce combat at the foot of his cave, the light of ninjutsu and the sound of clashing swords intertwined.

This created a breathtaking scene. The air was thick with the stench of blood and tension, and every soldier's face was etched with determination and madness.

Nangong Yehua's appearance was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The ninjas who were fighting stopped their actions at the same time, some holding sharp blades, others gathering chakra.

All eyes turned to this mysterious figure who had suddenly appeared.

"This is……?"

Someone gasped in a low voice, their voice trembling with disbelief.

Nangong Yehua's image is too abrupt, as if she were a traveler from another time and space, out of place in this chaotic battle.

Nangong Yehua frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the group of ninjas with their various expressions, and he pondered to himself.

He realized that during his seclusion, the ninja world had clearly undergone tremendous changes. He spoke slowly, his voice calm yet powerful:

"Hello, my name is Nangong Yehua. What's the situation outside? Why is there a battle here?"

His voice echoed through the valley, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Upon hearing this, the ninjas who were still in a daze snapped out of their daze and showed complicated expressions on their faces.

Some were shocked by Nangong Yehua's identity, while others fell into deep thought because of his questions.

"You...you are Nangong Yehua?"

Finally, someone mustered their courage and asked in a trembling voice. His voice was filled with awe and unease, clearly indicating that Nangong Yehua's name was not unknown in the ninja world.

Nangong Yehua nodded slightly, his gaze gentle yet profound, as if encouraging the other party to continue speaking.

Then, the ninja began to recount the tremendous changes that had taken place in the ninja world over the past three months: the return of Madara Uchiha and the outbreak of the Fifth Shinobi World War.

The resurrection of numerous important figures and the ensuing chaos and slaughter... every word struck Nangong Yehua's heart like a heavy hammer, causing him to furrow his brow.

Chapter 537 The Death Rumored from the Outside World

Nangong Yehua was immersed in complex thoughts. The information about the great changes in the ninja world was crashing against his heart like a tide, making it difficult for him to calm down for a while.

Just as he was trying to sort out these chaotic thoughts, the noise that rose again below was like a sharp blade, abruptly severing the tranquility in his mind.

"Hey, are you really Nangong Yehua?"

A rough voice, tinged with doubt and curiosity, pierced the tense air and struck Nangong Yehua's ear.

The voice carried a hint of disbelief, as if confirming whether a long-ago legend was right before their eyes.

Nangong Yehua slightly turned his head, his gaze sharp as he scanned the ninjas below, some surprised, some confused, and some defiant.

His brow furrowed slightly without him noticing, and he muttered to himself:

"What the hell? Everyone's saying I'm dead?"

This sudden rumor left him feeling both absurd and helpless, yet it also subtly revealed a sense of crisis—clearly.

"Death" has become an excuse for some people to attack or test others.

Just as he was about to speak to clarify, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out, and a cold light rushed straight toward his face.

It was a sharp shuriken, thrown by a ninja at an extremely fast speed, clearly intended to test Nangong Yehua's authenticity or to provoke him.

Faced with this sudden attack, Nangong Yehua's expression did not change at all, and he did not even move his body an inch.

He merely raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, as if mocking this ignorance and recklessness.

Just as the shuriken was about to touch his face, an invisible force surged out from Nangong Yehua's body, sweeping through the entire space like a storm.

This force had no physical form, yet it was so powerful it was suffocating. It easily caught the trajectory of the shuriken and formed an impenetrable energy field around it.

With a soft cracking sound, the once incredibly sharp shuriken suddenly stopped in mid-air, and was then crushed into powder by an invisible force.

The powder drifted away in the wind, as if it had never existed, leaving only a faint metallic scent in the air and the shocked gazes of the crowd.

At that moment, the entire valley fell into a deathly silence. All the ninjas stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

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They had never seen such a bizarre and powerful force, and could not imagine that the legendary Nangong Yehua could be so powerful.

Nangong Yehua slowly withdrew that invisible power, his face regaining its calm and composure. He gently shook his head, his voice low and powerful as he said:

"I, Nangong Yehua, am not dead. The rumors circulating outside are nothing but nonsense."

His voice, though soft, echoed through the valley like thunder, shaking the hearts of everyone present.

Those ninjas who had previously harbored doubts or provocative intentions all lowered their heads, no longer daring to look directly into the eyes of this powerful figure.

They knew how foolish and ridiculous their actions had been.

Nangong Yehua glanced around at the ninjas again, his eyes revealing a profound wisdom.

He slowly opened his mouth and continued:

"The future of the ninja world needs our joint efforts to protect it. No one should become a victim of this war."

"I am willing to fight alongside you against those enemies who threaten the peace of the ninja world." (Jump)

Chapter 538? You're the first person to dare speak like that.

Nangong Yehua's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples, but this solemnity and determination did not immediately quell the restlessness below.

After a brief silence, a lean, sinister-looking ninja suddenly stepped forward, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, and sneered:

"Hmph, that sounds nice, but who knows if you're just trying to use us to work for you again?"

"313" "Nangong Yehua, if you truly had that intention, why did you seclude yourself for so many years, letting the ninja world fall into chaos?"

The atmosphere tensed instantly upon hearing this, and many ninjas' eyes flickered as they weighed the provocateur's words against Nangong Yehua's response.

However, Nangong Yehua did not show any anger on his face. His eyes remained deep and calm, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

He did not directly respond to the ninja's provocation, but instead gently raised his right hand, and his wide sleeve slid down to reveal a large hand that was marked by time yet exceptionally powerful.

With a light flick of his wrist, his movements were so swift that they exceeded the reaction limits of everyone present.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Before the arrogant ninja could even assume a defensive stance, he felt an irresistible force suddenly strike him.

His body traced a strange arc in the air before crashing to the ground like a kite with a broken string, his limbs twisted and his eyes wide open, clearly lifeless.

This happened so suddenly that the surrounding ninjas were stunned for a moment.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with terror and shock. They had never seen such terrifying power, and they couldn't even imagine what level of strength Nangong Yehua had reached.

Nangong Yehua stood still, his gaze sweeping coldly over everyone, as if everything that had just happened was merely a trivial interlude.

He didn't say much, but turned to face the distance, where an exceptionally powerful aura was constantly surging, attracting his attention.

He took a deep breath, and the chakra within his body began to surge wildly, as if it wanted to break free from the constraints of his body and merge with the energy of heaven and earth.

With a deep rumble, Nangong Yehua's figure suddenly rose higher, shooting into the sky like an arrow released from a bow.

It moved so fast that the ninjas below could only see a blurry figure rapidly disappearing into the distance.

During the flight, Nangong Yehua's appearance appeared even more majestic under the sunlight.

His long hair flew in the wind, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, making him look like a god descending from the sky.

His eyes revealed determination and resolve, as if no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, nothing could stop him from moving forward.

As he approached the source of that powerful aura, the surrounding air became unusually heavy, as if even space itself could not withstand the pressure of this force and was distorted.

A strong premonition surged within Nangong Yehua; he knew that he was about to face an unprecedented challenge.

However, he did not flinch or show any fear. On the contrary, his heart was filled with anticipation and fighting spirit.

He knew that only by proving his strength and worth in this battle could he truly protect the peace and tranquility of the ninja world.

So he continued to accelerate forward, advancing towards the center of that powerful aura.

Chapter 539 Mei Terumi, what's wrong with you?

Nangong Yehua hovered atop the sky, surrounded by a faint glow of chakra, like a deity descending from the heavens, silently overlooking everything below.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting its glow on his resolute face and adding to his unapproachable majesty.