From Hokage to Visionary

Wow!

The space vortex appeared again.

Then, Uchiha Sogetsu walked out, looked at Danzo's body, and waved his hand.

The flames burned fiercely, engulfing Danzo's body, making crackling sounds and the smell of cooked meat filled the air.

After being fully burned, the Tuan Zang was completely reduced to ashes, leaving only a ball of glowing substance lying quietly on the ground.

Uchiha Sogetsu picked it up, raised his eyebrows, and smiled with a hint of surprise: "Oh, you're lucky, you actually got the witch trait?"

This is a pleasant surprise.

Unexpectedly, Danzo, who was useless during his lifetime, turned out to be somewhat useful after his death.

Thanks to my friend Danzo for the witch characteristics!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 191 Promoted to Demigod!

Dong~dong~dong~

In the early morning, the inexplicably sad sound of the bell spread to every corner of Konoha along with the breeze.

The cold and humid air was chilling to the bone. Although summer was almost here, the weather was acting out of character, as if we had returned to the chilly autumn and winter.

The sky was shrouded in misty dark clouds, and the low air pressure falling from the sky made people feel inexplicably depressed.

Countless civilians or ninjas were scattered throughout the streets and alleys of Konoha. Everyone was wearing black clothes, holding a bunch of white flowers in their hands, with a heavy and sad expression on their faces. As if they had made an appointment in advance, they moved silently in the same direction.

Mikoto looked haggard, with sunken eye sockets, and her lively eyes had now become dead.

She was holding the newly born Itachi in her arms, wearing a black kimono, with her long hair tied up with a hairpin. She was dressed solemnly and walked with heavy steps, together with Uchiha Fugaku, out of the Uchiha clan's territory and towards the Hokage Building.

Wow.

Suddenly, a drizzle began to fall from the overcast sky.

The cold raindrops hit her face. Mikoto stopped where she was, and stroked her cheek with her slender fingers. She was startled for a moment, then looked up at the sky, her thin shoulders trembling slightly.

Is even God crying?

At this moment, the emotions that had been suppressed for so long seemed to break free and turned into tears that flowed out of the eyes.

Drop by drop, they fell down her cheeks, mixing with the rain, making it difficult for others to tell whether they were rain or tears.

"What's wrong? Mikoto."

Fugaku saw his wife stop and turned back to ask in confusion.

"No, it's nothing."

The beautiful woman bit her lips, shook her head gently, clamped her round legs together, and wiped her face in panic.

Fugaku was a little confused. He seemed to have seen tears on his wife's face just now?

No, it's probably raining.

He shook his head, thinking it was his own illusion: "Let's go, Mikoto, the funeral is about to begin."

on the square.

Countless people held white bouquets and wore black kimonos. In the silence, an atmosphere of grief and sorrow brewed.

As the bells rang among the crowd, it heralded the beginning of the funeral.

Some people couldn't control their sadness and tried hard to suppress their voices. Their low sobs pushed the sad atmosphere to a climax.

At the front of the crowd were the two major advisors, Mitokado En and Utane Koharu.

The long table was covered with white bouquets of flowers, and in the middle was a black and white photo frame. The person in the photo was Uchiha Munetsuki.

A young and handsome face, a little pale and weak, but the eyes are as pure as a baby, revealing a reassuring feeling.

"We hold a funeral here to mourn"

Mitomon En paused, and suddenly became speechless. He looked at the young man in the black and white photo, and his emotions were complicated for a moment: "In memory of the heroes who died heroically in this war, and the hero of Konoha, the Fourth Hokage, Uchiha Munezuki."

"Why did Lord Zong Yue die?"

Kakashi looked at the person in the photo frame, anger filling his chest.

This scene is so similar.

His father, Hatake Sakumo, was also a hero of Konoha and was given the name "White Fang", but he ultimately died.

And now, Uchiha Munetsuki, who is also called a hero, is still the same.

What is even more ridiculous is that Uchiha Sotsuki died, but the cause of death was covered up. Even the top leaders were unwilling to let everyone pay their last respects to the body.

The public statement was that Uchiha Sogetsu had suffered severe injuries in the war, and had continued to fight despite his illness, and had died suddenly yesterday.

But such a statement is undoubtedly ridiculous, and even the villagers cannot hide it.

Konoha?

Kakashi now just finds it ridiculous.

What village, what companions, what will of fire, they're all just bullshit!

The two consultants didn't even dare to look directly into the eyes of those who questioned them, simply because they felt guilty, ashamed, afraid and terrified.

Once the truth is revealed, Konoha will completely lose its cohesion!

"Now, please come forward in an orderly manner and lay flowers."

Mito Menyan didn't dare to stay any longer, for fear of being torn to pieces by the angry crowd, and hurriedly announced the next memorial ceremony.

Everyone came to the young Hokage with a bouquet of white flowers in their hands and presented the flowers in their hands.

Soon, white bouquets piled up into a mountain and the crowd no longer had to suppress their emotions.

"Lord Munetsuki, wuwuwu."

"No, I don't believe it. How could Lord Zong Yue die just like that?"

"There must be a conspiracy here!"

"That's right, someone must have killed Lord Zong Yue!"

"The advisor is hiding the cause of Lord Munetsuki's death!"

Even so, the crowd was still discussing the truth behind the mysterious death of the young Fourth Hokage.

"I swear this won't end like this!"

Minato Namikaze came closer and stood in the drizzling rain.

In the past, the yellow hair that was as warm as the sun was now wet by the rain, drooping listlessly and sticking to the face.

Standing in front of the black and white photo frame, he looked up at that face and the Hokage Building covered with white cloth. Sadness welled up in the depths of his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, and anger seemed to burst out from between his teeth: "Shimura Danzo, I will never let you go!"

"Please everyone, a moment of silence."

Xiaochun said softly before going to bed.

The originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet at this moment.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, and people in the square no longer suppressed their inner emotions, venting their accumulated sorrow without reservation.

A huge sadness permeated the air, and in the silent mourning, it seemed to take on a physical form.

Those who closed their eyes and cried silently had in their minds the image of the young man who single-handedly saved everyone when Konoha was in danger.

The emotion soon infected everyone, and they subconsciously said in their hearts: "Pray for your well-being, and may you go to the Pure Land and rest in peace."

Sadness reached its peak at this moment.

At the grand funeral of the Fourth Hokage of Konoha, a strong resonance was felt in the hearts of more than ten thousand people.

At this moment, in the extremely sad atmosphere, a man in a black robe, who seemed like a ghost, isolated from the world, slowly raised his head, revealing a face that was exactly the same as the one in the black and white photo frame, and then took out a crystal bottle from his arms.

The liquid in the bottle is filled with countless fragments of residual light, just like the embodiment of the ocean of collective subconsciousness.

Without any hesitation, amid the sadness of tens of thousands of people, he drank the liquid in the bottle.

Gudong!

The moment the potion absorbed into his body, he seemed to lose the feeling of his body.

The consciousness was infinitely elevated, seemingly collapsing into a single thought, or perhaps thousands of thoughts, merging into the illusory ocean of sadness around it.

Different from the past, this time he could directly see the 'collective subconscious ocean' without going through the islands of dreams and the mind. In the process of integration, he seemed to have returned to his original form, bearing the subconscious impact of 'all mankind' since ancient times with pure consciousness.

There is fear, there is madness, there is sadness, there is joy

Countless chaotic emotions hit him like a tsunami, and the spiritual imprints left in this ocean continued to disintegrate and affect him.

Under such a huge spiritual influence, his self-awareness gradually collapsed, and he seemed to be lost in this endless ocean of subconsciousness.

But the next moment, he quickly came to his senses and continued to use suggestion and comfort to remove the remaining mental pollution.

In my ears, the sounds gradually became clearer and louder.

Until it completely reverberates in this ocean of collective subconsciousness, stirring the power of the mind and surging like a raging tide.

"I pray for your well-being, and hope that you can go to the Pure Land and rest in peace."

"I pray for your well-being, and hope that you can go to the Pure Land and rest in peace."

"I pray for your well-being, and hope that you can go to the Pure Land and rest in peace."

One voice after another helped him calm down.

Then, in the space of a thought, it seemed as if multiple transparent and illusory consciousnesses were peeled off from his mind.

Those thoughts turned into distractions, roaming freely in the ocean of collective subconsciousness, reaching the mental islands representing different people, and climbing up.

On those islands, he intuitively saw the thoughts and ideas of different people.

At this time, a ray of sunlight broke through the dark clouds and shone on the earth.

The man in black robe, who seemed to have been forgotten by the world, finally and slowly opened his eyes. In the depths of his grey pupils, ripples of whirlpools were rippling.

Observing the people around him, the corners of his lips rose slightly. He raised his hand to pull off his hood, then turned and walked away.

[Main Mission: Promotion Sequence 4-Manipulator]

[In a specific situation with at least 10,000 people, take the potion in the great resonance of their emotions.]

[Reward: Groselle's Travels]

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 192 Wake up! Uchiha Mikoto!

For Uchiha Sogetsu, the leap from a mortal to a demigod is just a small step in the future.

He was wearing a black robe and walked through the crowd like a gust of wind. He did not attract anyone's attention. Even the rain from the sky was isolated several feet around him.

From this moment on, the world became completely different in his eyes.

Standing at a higher dimensional level, overlooking all living beings, everyone's joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, or the thoughts that flash through their minds, are all in sight and clearly presented in his eyes.

Every bit of consciousness from all living beings converges at the deepest level of the mind to form that collective subconscious ocean.

"Sequence 4: Manipulator"

Uchiha Sogetsu murmured to himself, experiencing the experience and knowledge gained from the ocean of subconsciousness through the potion.

As he clenched his fists and exerted force, fine dragon scales covered his entire skin, interweaving layer by layer like a hard armor, emitting a faint gray luster, and the mysterious symbols faintly emerging on it were three-dimensional and complex, as if embedded in the flesh and blood, and extending to the surrounding void.

First of all, his strength and defense have been greatly improved.

In terms of strength, it can easily blow up a piece of steel, and when sprinting at full speed, it can even break through to several times the speed of sound. The second thing is the defense, which is enough to withstand some fatal attacks.

Of course, in the ninja world of high offense and low defense, this level of defense is not worth mentioning and can barely be considered icing on the cake.

What really concerns the Uchiha is that after being promoted to Sequence 4, the Beyonders will officially enter the 'Demigod' sequence, and from this moment on, they will be completely distinguished from mortals.

The most notable feature is that the demigod-level sequence powerhouses can display an incomplete "mythical creature" form.

The form of the 'mythical creature' that the audience passes by is a gray-white dragon, which is one of the abilities he has just experienced: dragonization!