Chapter 12: The Curse of the Mangekyo Sharingan's Evolution!
In the early morning on the mountain range where the Body Sect was located, frost hung heavy on the pine trees.
Lin Sheng stood before the majestic stone gate of the Body Sect, with the cloud-shrouded forbidden grounds of the Sect behind him.
Du Busi stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
Those aged yet piercing eyes quietly observed the youth before him, who had already grown to reach his shoulder.
"Teacher, if things continue like this, I fear it will be difficult to break the shackles of the Sharingan."
Lin Sheng bowed slightly, his voice cold and firm.
"I plan to descend the mountain to train and travel across the continent, seeking that slim chance to breakthrough and evolve the Sharingan."
"It could also be considered finding a... chance."
Du Busi remained silent for a long time. He was not as stern as usual, but instead let out a soft sigh.
"Your Spirit has never been recorded in history."
"Only you yourself can truly understand its essence; this is the mystery of the Body Martial Soul, hehe."
Du Busi chuckled.
"How does that saying go? We, the Body Sect, are just a bunch of romantic madmen, hahaha!"
Lin Sheng: "..."
"Go on. You are the Young Sect Master I have designated, and the future backbone of the Body Sect. A fledgling eagle must see blood to truly soar through the vast sky."
Lin Sheng straightened up, a flash of red light passing through his eyes.
"Lin Sheng, you must stay safe."
A clear, pleasant voice rang out, and Princess Vina, dressed in snow-white combat gear, walked over quickly.
After several years of being together, this princess of the Heavenly Soul Empire, the apple of everyone's eye, had long since shifted her initial curiosity toward Lin Sheng into deep admiration and reliance.
A hint of worry lingered in her beautiful eyes.
She handed him an exquisite embroidered pouch and introduced, "These are some high-grade medicinal pills specially supplied by the Heavenly Soul royal family."
"I think they should be able to help you."
Lin Sheng took the pouch and nodded at Princess Vina with a smile. His originally cold face softened slightly at this moment.
"Many thanks. I will take care, and you should too."
There was not much sorrow in the parting.
Lin Sheng turned around, his black clothing blending into the mountain's morning mist. Within a few breaths, his figure disappeared from sight.
...
A few days later, not far from the Star Dou Great Forest.
The former ruins...
Lin Sheng once again stepped into the ruins of the village that had changed his destiny, arriving before that grave mound.
"Everyone, it has been a long time since I came to see you."
Lin Sheng spoke to himself, recounting a few things from the past six years, a faint smile on his lips.
It seemed he was remembering the happy times spent in the village over those six years.
"Sorry..."
"I must go. I need to pursue the evolution of the Sharingan."
He smiled bitterly.
"The Mangekyo Sharingan, the Eye of the Curse, is also my curse."
Lin Sheng's voice trembled. He sat before the grave for a long, long time before finally rising, reeking of alcohol, and departing in silence.
...
Star Dou Great Forest.
The scent of moist soil in the air intertwined with the dense pressure of Spirit Beasts, causing every cell in his body to enter a state of combat readiness.
"I hope I can encounter the most suitable fourth spirit ring for me..."
Lin Sheng knew that his Three-Tomoe Sharingan was in a state of extreme hunger; those three rotating tomoe seemed to crave a deeper level of transformation.
"For my fourth spirit ring, I need not only age, but also an extreme spiritual attribute."
Lin Sheng walked through the bushes.
The Sharingan remained activated, observing every subtle flow of spirit power.
At this moment, in the most core forbidden area of the Star Dou Great Forest, the Lake of Life!
On the sparkling surface of the lake, a small, golden-glowing beast was lazily lying on the emerald-like grass, basking in the sun.
It was the Three-Eyed Golden Lion that had met Lin Sheng years ago.
Suddenly, the little fellow jolted violently. The tightly closed Eye of Fate on its forehead split open a crack, blooming with magnificent golden light patterns.
"Di Tian! Di Tian!"
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion leaped up suddenly, emitting a burst of urgent spiritual fluctuations.
In the void, a black light flashed. A man with black hair and golden eyes appeared quietly, the terrifying pressure radiating from his body causing all the Spirit Beasts in the entire core area to fall silent instantly.
It was the current ruler of the Star Dou Great Forest, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, the Beast God Di Tian.
"What is it, little ancestor?"
Di Tian asked softly, his tone carrying a hint of doting.
"I sensed it again!"
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion anxiously circled in place!
"It is that person's aura! That strange being who gave me a chicken leg in the forest years ago... My Eye of Fate is resonating with him again!"
Di Tian's deep eyes narrowed slightly.
As a supreme powerhouse, he naturally knew what the resonance of the auspicious beast's fate meant...
To think there is a power that can resonate with the power of fate?!
"Resonance of fate? Interesting..."
Di Tian muttered to himself, somewhat curious.
"Very well, I also want to see what kind of power can cause a resonance of fate."
Black spirit power swept up the auspicious beast. Both figures instantly disappeared from the Lake of Life.
...
On the other side, Lin Sheng encountered a sudden, fierce battle.
"Roar—!"
A massive Sky-Thunder Howling Hou, its body wreathed in blue thunder, let out a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar.
This was a top-tier Spirit Beast with twenty thousand years of cultivation. Its proud thunderous claws were clawing toward Lin Sheng, accompanied by a sonic boom that tore through the air.
"Psst—!"
"You are courting death."
Lin Sheng's figure wove through the thunder like a phantom.
The Three-Tomoe Sharingan displayed absolute terror at this moment. He not only accurately predicted every attack trajectory of the Hou.
He even instantly copied and analyzed the opponent's violent thunder execution logic.
"Sharingan, Insight, Copy!"
Lin Sheng used the opponent's strength against them, his body spinning rapidly in mid-air as he delivered a heavy kick, slamming it hard into the Hou's lower jaw.
Immediately following this, his hands moved rapidly! He actually drew upon the thunder elements in the air, condensing them into blades of thunder at his fingertips.
"Using your own methods against you."
Lin Sheng sneered, his figure teleporting to the top of the Hou's head.
"Third Spirit Ability, Jiahang Jutsu!"
The black ten-thousand-year spirit ring shone brightly, and the violent eyes of the Sky-Thunder Howling Hou instantly became dull.
In its spiritual World, it was being nailed to a thunderous hell by four giant spikes engraved with the Sharingan pattern.
Its spiritual sea began to collapse and disintegrate under Lin Sheng's powerful ocular power.
"Pfft—!"
Accompanied by a muffled sound, this arrogant twenty-thousand-year Spirit Beast foamed at the mouth, and its massive body collapsed to the ground, its life force rapidly fading away.
Lin Sheng retracted his spirit power, his expression indifferent as he turned to leave.
Although this Spirit Beast was powerful, its thunder attribute was not the best nourishment for his Sharingan's evolution.
"The Sharingan's effect of copying the opponent's abilities is truly powerful."
Lin Sheng muttered to himself.
However, the moment he took a few steps, his originally calm pupils suddenly trembled violently.
A warm, grand resonance, carrying a sense of fate's pull, washed over him like a tidal wave from the depths of the dense forest ahead.
Lin Sheng looked up abruptly, looking ahead.
"This kind of resonance..."
Lin Sheng was stunned: "Is it the little fellow? Last time, it was also this aura of resonance. Could it be that the Eye of Fate really has some secret?"
He was somewhat curious: could he perhaps utilize the power of fate?