Chapter 11: Several Years of Time, The Possibility of Sharingan Evolution!
Late at night in the Star Dou Great Forest, moonlight filtered through the lush branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows across the forest floor.
"Little one, did you sneak out to play?"
Lin Sheng looked down at the little beast before him, which was as brilliant as gold.
In the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's lively, large, golden eyes.
At this moment, they were filled with vigilance, and the closed vertical eye on its forehead seemed to sense the high-level spiritual fluctuations emanating from the Sharingan, trembling slightly.
"Human..."
Lin Sheng watched its behavior—wanting to approach but acting timid—and his tense lips...
Rarely curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
He took out a golden, crispy roasted chicken leg from the spirit tool at his waist.
"Here, little one."
Lin Sheng gently tossed the chicken leg over.
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion was stunned for a moment; it first sniffed it cautiously, then, as if it had discovered some peerless delicacy.
It accurately caught the chicken leg in its mouth.
"So fragrant..."
It wagged its tail in satisfaction. Before leaving, it took one last deep look at Lin Sheng; in that gaze, besides the love for the food.
There seemed to be an added sense of inexplicable confusion and curiosity that transcended species.
Watching the golden shadow disappear into the darkness, Lin Sheng let out a long sigh of relief.
"Whew... it's a good thing I didn't attract Di Tian and the others."
"This little one really isn't afraid of people; how could it be so bold as to approach a human?"
He knew very well that this little one was the noble Auspicious Beast.
Behind it stood the most terrifying group of beings in the Star Dou Great Forest!
If Di Tian or Chi Wang discovered that the Auspicious Beast had come into contact with a human, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Sharingan... why would it resonate with that Eye of Destiny?"
Lin Sheng raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing across the corner of his eye.
Just a moment ago, he felt as if his spiritual origin had been touched by some grand rule.
That profound and mysterious feeling was far beyond the scope of spirit power.
And at this moment...
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion, which had already run far away, was devouring the food while tilting its head in confusion.
"In that human's eyes, there seems to be hidden a World that makes me feel both intimate and trembling."
"What kind of eyes are those..."
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion thought for a moment.
It decided that after returning, it must ask Di Tian how a human's eyes could grow such... tomoe?
About two hours later, the spirit power fluctuations in the valley finally subsided.
"Boom—!"
"Haha, that feels great!"
Long Aotian opened his eyes, and a dark golden gleam shot out.
Level 40!
He had finally successfully absorbed the 10,000-year spirit ring of the Earth-Shaking Divine Ox, officially stepping into the Spirit Ancestor realm.
"Congratulations, Aotian."
Lin Sheng handed him a waterskin.
"Hahaha, it's all thanks to your good choice!"
Long Aotian stood up, his bones cracking and popping.
The two lit a campfire in the valley, the firelight dancing and illuminating the faces of the two youths.
That night, they talked a lot.
From the secret arts of the Body Sect to their disdain for those hypocritical geniuses of Shrek, to their visions for the future...
Until the dawn's light broke across the horizon.
The two finally set off to return to the Body Sect.
Body Sect, at the peak of the ten thousand mountains.
Du Busi was already standing on the Sect's stone terrace; the strong wind tousled his long hair, but it could not shake his aura, which was as stable as Mount Tai.
"They've finally returned, these two little ones."
Du Busi let out a sigh of relief.
He called Lin Sheng aside alone.
When he saw the three alternating spirit rings at Lin Sheng's feet—purple, purple, black—even though he was accustomed to seeing great storms and waves.
This Sect Master of the Body Sect still couldn't help but twitch the corner of his eye!
"Good, good, good!"
Du Busi said the word "good" three times in a row.
"Show me your 10,000-year third Spirit Ability."
Du Busi's expression was solemn.
Lin Sheng nodded, and his Three-Tomoe Sharingan activated instantly, the black 10,000-year spirit ring glowing brilliantly.
"Third Spirit Ability: Jiahang Jutsu."
The void trembled.
Even with Du Busi's unfathomable spiritual cultivation, he felt his consciousness dazed for a moment!
In his perception...
He felt as if he had been nailed into the void by countless giant nails exuding a cold, evil aura, each steel nail containing extreme spiritual piercing.
"Hiss—!"
Du Busi took a deep breath, dispelling the Sharingan illusion, his eyes filled with wild joy and shock.
"This is not just an illusion; it is a form of absolute spiritual rule suppression!"
"Lin Sheng, these eyes of yours are extraordinary..."
He patted Lin Sheng's shoulder heavily, his tone more solemn than ever before!
"From this day forward, you are the only successor to me, Du Busi. Do not let me down!"
Several years later.
When Lin Sheng stood before the Body Sect's mountain gate again, he was already a twelve-year-old youth.
At this time, his posture was as upright as a pine, his black hair like ink!
His once slightly childish face had long been honed to have sharp, distinct features, and his gaze had become increasingly steady and profound, even without activating the Sharingan.
The gleams that occasionally flashed in his pupils made people dare not look directly at them.
However, for the past few days, Lin Sheng's brows had been tightly furrowed.
"Have you encountered it? That feeling."
Du Busi appeared behind him, not knowing when.
"Yes."
Lin Sheng looked down at his palm, spirit power surging at his fingertips, red light flickering in his pupils.
"The speed of spirit power cultivation has slowed down."
"This feeling... it's like reaching a bottleneck and needing to take that step."
He activated the Sharingan.
The Three-Tomoe spun wildly in his pupils; although they were becoming deeper, the hunger for evolution was roaring in the deepest part of his heart.
"Could it be... that the Three-Tomoe Sharingan needs to evolve?"
Lin Sheng pondered.
"Your Spirit is extremely special and mysterious; this proves that you need to pay a heavier price to make it stronger."
Du Busi sighed, his gaze complex.
"You... should have reached the bottleneck of the Body Martial Soul's secondary awakening," Du Busi said.
"Secondary awakening..."
Lin Sheng understood in his heart that this'secondary awakening' might just be the terminology of the Douluo Continent, while his own understanding.
Was the further evolution of the Three-Tomoe Sharingan!
The Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
Had reached the end of the ordinary Sharingan!
The only way to break through this bottleneck was to let these eyes evolve.
"Mangekyo..."
Lin Sheng murmured, his fingers tightening unconsciously.
"It is indeed similar; the Body Martial Soul's secondary awakening also begins from the Spirit Ancestor realm. Is it a coincidence..."
Mangekyo Sharingan.
It requires pain, despair, and extreme emotional impact to trigger the evolution.
"Twelve years old, level 40 quasi-Spirit Ancestor."
Lin Sheng watched the sunset dye the mountains in a blood-red hue, the red light in his pupils flickering intermittently.
"Shrek, Xuan Zi..."
"I will make you pay the price to commemorate my departed loved ones; only after that will this karma be settled."
Lin Sheng's gaze became increasingly firm.
To break through this confinement, for that pair of Mangekyo capable of seeing through life and death, he must leave the protection of the Body Sect and go into the more cruel World to find that rainstorm that can sublimate his soul.