I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Ye Yan flashed and directly inserted himself between Tsunade and the little devil Tobirama, abruptly interrupting the second granddaughter's grandfather's reminiscing.

He glanced at the three legendary Sannin of Konoha, his tone leaving no room for argument: "They're all back, so don't go out. Perfect timing, Konoha's medical team and labs are short-staffed, Orochimaru, you'll have to atone for your sins. Jiraiya, take Naruto to Mount Myōboku for training; he's the Fourth Hokage's son, his talent can't be wasted. Tsunade…"

Ye Yan paused for a moment, then said, "You need to quit gambling."

Tsunade chuckled, put her hands on her hips, raised her chin high, and looked utterly defiant.

She sized Ye Yan up and down, her eyes full of disdain: "An eleven-year-old brat, you want to be Hokage? Are you even qualified?"

Orochimaru stood to the side, his golden vertical pupils slightly narrowed, not in a hurry to speak.

He sized up Ye Yan! He was indeed young, an eleven-year-old child who, in most parts of the ninja world, would still be being bullied at ninja academies.

But the aura emanating from Ye Yan, the unfathomable sense of oppression, reminded Orochimaru of the monsters he had encountered in the Akatsuki organization.

He even felt that Ye Yan was more dangerous than anyone else in Xiao's organization.

What concerned Orochimaru even more was that, along his journey, almost every Konoha villager he saw was carrying a scroll, their consciousness sinking into it, playing a game of illusion.

That's no ordinary illusion technique; it's a massive ninjutsu capable of connecting everyone's consciousness and constructing a virtual world! Infinite Tsukuyomi.

Ye Yan did not argue with Tsunade.

He turned and left, leaving behind the words, "Come with me."

Konoha Training Ground #3

This place has been completely transformed by Ye Yan using Wood Release. The ground is covered with hard wooden flooring, and there are wooden walls tens of meters high all around. The space is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people fighting at the same time.

Ye Yan clapped his hands. The sound wasn't loud, but it traveled throughout Konoha through the power of space.

In the next instant, elite ninjas from various clans, including the Hyuga, Uchiha, Ino-Shika-Cho, Yamanaka, and Sarutobi, as well as key members of the Anbu, Root, and the Security Force, were all forcibly teleported to the vicinity of the training ground by an irresistible force.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering what the Hokage was going to do.

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Looks like it's time to establish my authority."

Tobirama stood to the side, arms crossed, his three-tomoe Sharingan slowly rotating in his eye sockets.

He shook his head, his tone indifferent: "This kid has the Rinnegan, what need does he have to establish his authority? But, you three can test his strength."

Tsunade looked at Tobirama in disbelief: "Second Grandfather, come here! You're the Second Hokage!"

Tobirama chuckled and shrugged. "Me? How could I possibly beat him? This kid even drained Madara dry."

Inside the sealed space within Ye Yan's body, Madara and Izuna sat cross-legged, with a small tea table in front of them, on which were two plates of watermelon.

Ban watched the show while eating melon seeds, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Izuna, on the other hand, was filled with excitement and wished he could go on stage himself.

Jonin-level people bully Genin!

Wow, that's awesome!

On the training field, the three legendary Konoha ninja exchanged a glance.

Years of tacit understanding have allowed them to comprehend each other's thoughts without words; this is a remarkable feat.

The three of them simultaneously bit their fingers and formed a hand seal.

"Spiritual communication!"

Three plumes of white smoke exploded.

Beneath Jiraiya's feet, Gamabunta's enormous figure slowly appeared, a pipe dangling from his lips, a ninja sword hanging at his waist, his frog-like eyes staring down at Ye Yan.

Behind Tsunade, a slug rose from the ground, its enormous body taking up half the training field, its slimy body covered in purple stripes.

Before Orochimaru, Manda emerged from the void, its purple scales gleaming coldly in the sunlight, its triangular eyes filled with ferocity.

The three legendary Sannin of Konoha stood side by side, surrounded by the three great summoners. This scene seemed to be a reenactment of the Second Shinobi World War.

The legendary Sannin of Konoha have joined forces once again.

Ye Yan stood opposite him, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, a slight smile playing on his lips.

His eyes changed from ordinary black to three-tomoe Sharingan, then from three-tomoe to Mangekyou Sharingan, and finally settled on the Rinnegan.

Purple circular patterns slowly rotated in the eye sockets, exuding a chilling aura.

"Perfect, let's test the strength of the three of you." Ye Yan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "Are you still going strong, or are you past your prime? Konoha is short of people right now."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Yan clasped his hands together in prayer.

Sage Mode activated!

Red eyeshadow patterns appeared around his eyes, a mark of his self-created Sage Mode. At the same time, there was a black pattern on his forehead, with the two horns on his forehead merging together.

With the immortal modes of two eras superimposed and the Rinnegan's contact lens effect added, Ye Yan's face looked both sacred and eerie.

He raised his right hand, and a giant Rasengan condensed in his palm. In the blink of an eye, it expanded to a size of twenty or thirty meters. The huge chakra ball emitted a piercing buzzing sound, and the airflow generated by its rotation alone blew the gravel on the training ground into the air.

Ye Yan unleashed the Rasengan with a vengeance, and the enormous ball of light hurtled toward the three Sannin like a meteorite.

Jiraiya's expression changed drastically, and he slammed his hands on the ground: "Earth Release: Earth Flow Wall!"

A thick earthen wall rose from the ground, blocking the way for the three of them.

However, the moment the Rasengan touched the earthen wall, the wall shattered like paper.

Jiraiya was forced to retreat repeatedly, unable to withstand the attack.

Orochimaru snorted coldly and formed hand seals: "Fool, don't waste time."

He bit his finger, slammed it on the ground, and shouted, "Spirit Communication - Triple Rashomon!"

Three enormous, demon-faced iron gates rose from the ground, each several meters thick and covered with runes designed to withstand impact. The Rasengan struck the first gate, Rashomon, and shattered.

The second barrier is a crack in the door.

The third time, the runes on the door flickered wildly, barely managing to block the Rasengan, but the entire door was already covered in cracks.

Ye Yan gave them no chance to catch their breath, his hands forming hand seals once more: "Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"

A sea of ​​fire erupted from his mouth, engulfing the entire training ground. The flames were incredibly hot, igniting even the air.

The three Sannin had to use their own methods to defend themselves: Jiraiya used his needle-like Jizo, Tsunade used her super-powerful fist to smash the flames, and Orochimaru crawled into Manda's mouth.

Manda: "I'll fuck your sage, Orochimaru!"

Ye Yan clapped his hands together, unleashing Wood Release: Wood Man and Wood Dragon!

A giant wooden figure rose from the ground, twice the height of Gamabunta, with a wooden dragon coiled beside it, its mouth wide open, emitting a silent roar.

Tobirama stood on the sidelines, watching Ye Yan's series of moves, his three-tomoe Sharingan wide open.

She knew this kid had a backup plan, but she didn't expect him to have so many.

"I knew it!" Tobirama gritted his teeth. "That kid's got some serious skills up his sleeve!"

Looking at the wooden figures and dragons before them, and then at the still-burning sea of ​​fire and the smashed Rashomon gate, the three legendary Sannin of Konoha finally understood one fact: this was not a friendly sparring match at all; it was a one-sided crushing defeat.

Tsunade was the first to raise her hands: "I surrender! I'm not fighting anymore!"

She wasn't afraid of death; she just knew that continuing the fight was pointless.

Ye Yan's strength has already exceeded the scope of "ninja".

Ye Yan did not stop.

He wants more than just verbal agreement.

With his Mangekyou Sharingan activated and his eye power fully unleashed, golden chakra surged from his body, instantly condensing into a complete Susanoo over a hundred meters tall.

A golden giant, wielding a massive sword and with wings on its back, stood majestically on the training ground, casting a shadow that covered the entire area.

Ye Yan shared Ye Yan's understanding of spatial power from the mortal world and borrowed Ye Yan's experience in spatial manipulation from Doupo. Every inch of Susanoo's structure was reinforced by spatial power, making it indestructible.

He raised his hand, and the power of space fluctuated.

In the next instant, four figures descended from the sky: the Fourth Raikage A, the Third Tsuchikage Onoki, the Fourth Kazekage Rasa, and the controlled Fourth Mizukage.

The four Kage-level powerhouses were forcibly teleported to the Konoha training ground. Before they could even figure out what was going on, they saw a golden giant over a hundred meters tall looking down at them, the light of the Rinnegan flashing in the giant's eye sockets.

Ye Yan's voice came from Susanoo, his tone as gentle as if inviting friends: "Welcome to Konoha, all four of you. Since you're here, why not take a look around Konoha now?"

Orochimaru was drenched in sweat. He glanced at Onoki beside him, then at the golden giant above his head, and decisively raised his hands in surrender. His hands were already forming hand seals, not for attack, but for acquiescing.

Ye Yan drew the giant sword from Susanoo, its golden blade slicing through the sky as it slashed down at the three Sannin.

In that instant, Orochimaru felt his heart stop beating.

Tsunade closed her eyes.

Jiraiya instinctively stepped in front of the two of them.

The blade stopped three inches away.

Ye Yan put away Susanoo and clapped his hands.

He excitedly dispatched the wooden figures and the wooden dragon to move bricks and carry out construction outside the village.

The golden giant vanished into specks of light, leaving only the still-burning flames and the shattered fragments of Rashomon on the training ground.

At night.

Orochimaru stood in the Second Hokage's laboratory, facing Black Zetsu, who was wrapped up like a dumpling by a sealing technique.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his golden vertical pupils filled with curiosity.

Tobirama stood to the side, holding a vial of reagent in his hand.

"A Yin-Yang Release life form... its chakra has no sense of pain..." Orochimaru muttered to himself. "Interesting, very interesting. Hokage-sama, may I use this experimental subject freely?"

Ye Yan nodded: "Whatever. Just don't kill them."

Black Zetsu: "..."

Orochimaru looked around with a sigh.

The laboratory is still the same laboratory, and Konoha is still the same Konoha, but everything has changed.

The streets are cleaner, the villagers have more smiles on their faces, and even the air is filled with a positive and uplifting atmosphere.

"Konoha is still the best." Orochimaru rarely showed a smile.

Tobirama snorted coldly: "Kid, come and help."

Late at night.

Ye Yan returned to his dormitory, took off his Hokage robe, and changed into his pajamas.

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and turned off the shared vision between Madara and Izuna in the sealed space within his body.

The two cursed and said, "You're not being fair, kid," but Ye Yan ignored them and his consciousness sank into the shared space.

In the shared space, a group of Ye Yans were sitting together.

The voice of the newly ordained Saint Ye Yan trembled with excitement, "My strength has finally been revealed! I've been a nobody in the Holy Sect for over forty years, treated like a beast of burden every day. That kind of life is finally coming to an end!"

Ye Yan, a mortal, stared wide-eyed in shock: "You've transmigrated into the world of 'Living as a Talent in the Initial Saint Demon Sect'?"

Chu Sheng Ye Yan nodded vigorously, his eyes red-rimmed, all the grievances of the past forty years surging up at this moment.

His aptitude was mediocre, and his talent was average. He belonged to the lowest level of talent in the Holy Sect and the Demonic Sect. To put it nicely, he was a "talent," but to put it bluntly, he was a "consumable."

Is someone in the mid-stage of Qi Refining even human?

They're worse than pigs and dogs!

For more than forty years, he lived in constant fear, terrified that one day he would be taken away and turned into some kind of evil magical artifact.

Cultivation?

He wanted to cultivate, but he lacked the talent and resources, and even his cultivation technique was the worst.

He reached the mid-stage of Qi Refining only after risking his life.

He thought that this was how his life would be, just waiting to die.

"Mid-stage Qi Refining... but that's as far as my cultivation qualification goes." Ye Yan, the initial saint, smiled bitterly. "I'm almost forty years old, my talent is average, I'm just waiting to die. No cheat codes, no fortuitous encounters, nothing at all. I even thought I was a disgrace to transmigrators."

"Finally! After more than forty years! The golden touch has finally arrived!"

Seeing the tearful appearance of the First Saint Ye Yan, the crowd of Ye Yan fell silent for a moment.

Ye Yan from Doupo patted him on the shoulder, Ye Yan the Mortal handed him a tissue, and Ye Yan the Mysterious handed him a cup of hot tea.

"I'm not going to say anything more. I'm going back to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage. My cultivation and mana are already at their maximum, truly at their maximum." Ye Yan, the First Saint, waved his hand, too lazy to reminisce any further, and turned to leave the shared space.

Immortal Pivot, the First Saint Sect of Jiangbei. In a secluded cultivation room purchased with a loan, Ye Yan sat cross-legged, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"Wait...have things been going a little too smoothly for me lately?" he muttered to himself, a vague unease rising within him. "Could it be the damned Buddha?"

Ye Yan became increasingly terrified as he thought about it.

He recently won a lottery prize that wiped out his debts accumulated over the years.

He looked at the zeroed loan contribution points on his disciple's token and felt it was unreal.

Even more bizarrely, a few days ago he found an unwanted cultivation manual by the roadside and casually tossed it to an unlucky fellow to practice. After the disciple finished practicing, his cultivation level was directly fed back to him, allowing him to break through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining in one fell swoop.

I never dared to imagine such a thing before.

It's highly likely that this was done by the Hongyun Daoist behind Xiao Shiye, the protagonist!

Ye Yan once again entered the shared space and chatted with his counterparts from various worlds to confirm that he had not found any problems.

The mortal Ye Yan advised him, "Go back and check your talent panel. No matter how strong the World Honored One is, he couldn't possibly change his cheat system, right? After Lü Yang's Hundred Lifetimes Book was discovered, didn't he have to start all over again every time he restarted? You're just being too cautious."

"Okay, I'll go back and take a look."

Ye Yan exited the shared space, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into the panel.

A line of large golden characters suddenly appeared.

[Vital Status: Lü Shishu]

"Alas!"

Ye Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils trembling violently.

He stared at those three words again and again, his lips trembling for a long time, before finally laughing out loud, his laughter carrying the release of more than forty years of suppressed emotions.

"I've succeeded, Daoist Master!"