The world of killing gods and the sharingan

"There are no deities in this world."

This abrupt statement echoed on the bumpy forest path. The intonation was profound and ethereal, as if uttered by a sage who had seen through the mortal world.

However, upon closer inspection, there was no such venerable figure. A child, dressed in strange attire and around six or seven years old, walked under the forest shade with an affected air of profundity. The sunlight filtered through the layers of leaves and fell on the young one, and coupled with his slow and steady steps, there was a certain charm - that is, if one could ignore his height.

On the child's tender face, there was a tinge of excitement, a bit of worry, and even faintly, a hint of resignation.

Surely, you must be wondering how a six - or seven - year - old child could have such a complex range of emotions.

Indeed, as the title implies, this is a transmigration.

And it is an astonishing second transmigration. Although the first one ended rather abruptly...

Arriving at the riverside, the child crouched down, scooped up a handful of cool water, and drank it. The sweet and clear river water was more delicious than any beverage on Earth. The child exclaimed loudly, "How refreshing!"

Gazing at the water surface, the child's face took on a solemn expression, as if painstakingly brewing something. His eyes suddenly closed, and when he opened them again, an evil aura suddenly emerged on the calm water surface. In the reflection, the innocent - looking child actually had a pair of blood - red eyes!

The water surface was rippling, rising and falling, with glistening waves. Yet, those blood - red eyes remained distinct. On the evil - looking blood - red background, a black tomoe slowly rotated around the center of the eye. It was the Sharingan!

What followed was quite clear. Lin Xing, an unfortunate young man, had unfortunately transmigrated into the world of Naruto. He managed to survive until the night of the Uchiha clan's massacre, and then, unfortunately, met his end. This was truly a tragic tale!

Lin Xing didn't, like many transmigrated heroes, fight Obito and defeat Madara. It wasn't that he lacked talent. In Lin Xing's words, "Geniuses are often nipped in the bud."

After all, Lin Xing was even younger than Sasuke!

So, on that fateful night, Lin Xing ran desperately. Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the space ahead, and the boss - like figure emerged. Lin Xing didn't even have time to see how the opponent attacked before losing consciousness.

Well, let bygones be bygones.

Lin Xing stood up, deactivated the eye - catching Sharingan, and looked towards the south.

According to what the shopkeeper said, Qingyun Sect was in that direction.

The world of Zhu Xian was fraught with disasters. When it came to the best place of refuge, Qingyun Sect was undoubtedly the top choice. Lin Xing promised that if he died this time, he definitely wouldn't transmigrate again.

The first transmigration was a soul - transmigration, which was quite normal. The second one couldn't really be considered a proper transmigration in the strict sense. The Sharingan was still there, his five - year - old body remained the same, and even the other - world clothing he wore before his death was intact.

Lin Xing guessed that something must have gone wrong with the masked man's space - time ninjutsu, and by some strange coincidence, he was sent to this world.

If he were to die this time, he would truly lose everything.

Having made up his mind, Lin Xing vowed to join Qingyun Sect.

Ten days later, at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

Towering and majestic, exuding an awe - inspiring aura. Even before setting foot on this millennium - old giant of the righteous path, Lin Xing could feel its imposing dignity.

Lin Xing's clothes were tattered, and he was travel - worn. There were several hideous wounds on his hands, scratched by thorns. Of course, these were deliberately inflicted by Lin Xing.

After strenuous training in the Naruto world, Lin Xing had a strength approaching that of a genin, no less than so - called geniuses (although he was ultimately killed in an instant, ha - ha). Chakra circulated rapidly within his body, and the power of an ordinary punch was several times that of an adult. Ordinary poisonous insects and wild beasts couldn't get close to him.

Therefore, Lin Xing needed to feign weakness. A five - year - old child this strong would surely be regarded as a spy by the masters of Qingyun Sect.

He had already fabricated stories about his identity, origin, and the reason for seeking the Tao. Having experienced numerous interviews and assessments, dealing with these was a piece of cake for Lin Xing.

The only uncertain factor was his aptitude.

One should know that as the leader of the righteous path, every disciple of Qingyun Sect was hand - picked, with peerless talent. The world was incredibly vast, and there were countless people seeking immortality and the Tao. But how many disciples did Qingyun Sect have?

Only around a thousand.

Lin Xing clearly remembered that this was what was written in the book.

"Around a thousand."

In the vast land of Shenzhou, the common people could only sigh in despair when it came to cultivating immortality. Cultivating immortality emphasized the concept of "destiny."

And this so - called destiny, in practical terms, was aptitude.

A true "destiny" like Zhang Xiaofan's occurred once in a century. For the common folks, their fate of birth, aging, illness, and death was determined from the moment they were born.

Thinking of this, Lin Xing felt quite emotional. Wasn't it the same in the Naruto world? He trained desperately, with a spirit of unyielding resistance, but in the end, it was all in vain.

Do the rise and fall of fate mean that everything is predestined?

Lin Xing stared blankly at the tall and continuous mountains in front of him, lost in thought.

A cold gust of wind blew, and Lin Xing shivered. Looking at the mountain that seemed to overlook him, Lin Xing felt a sudden surge of anger. "No matter what, I'm going to give it a shot!"

"If I can't get into Qingyun Sect, I'll go to Tianyin Temple, Fenxiang Valley. If that still doesn't work, I'll go to Ghost King Sect or Wandu Sect! Waiting for death is not my style!"

Lin Xing strode forward and started climbing the mountain of Qingyun Sect. His small figure was insignificant against the backdrop of the vast mountain.

But who could have imagined that within this seemingly weak body lay a mature soul.

Lin Xing climbed the mountain step by step, excited and nervous. The mountain path was rugged, and he stopped and rested five or six times on the way. Who could be sure that there wasn't some bored elder observing from the mountaintop?

After repeated stops and starts, Lin Xing finally reached the mountaintop, sweating profusely. Wiping his dirty face, Lin Xing grinned. "Damn, using chakra to generate sweat like this is really exhausting!"

This relieved smile, however, was interpreted differently by the two disciples guarding the entrance. The two disciples thought to themselves: This child has extraordinary perseverance and an optimistic attitude. He's a promising candidate!

Thus, under the enthusiastic guidance of the two disciples, Lin Xing was led to a grand hall. Lin Xing was completely confused. In the original work, although the disciples of Qingyun Sect were kind - hearted, they weren't this overly enthusiastic, were they?

The grand hall was simple and unadorned, with several tables and chairs, a few calligraphy and paintings, and a large character "Tao" in the center. Other than that, there was nothing else.

Before long, a white - haired elder entered the hall. He had a kind face, and his robes fluttered, looking every bit like a celestial being. The elder sized up Lin Xing and nodded. "Hmm, not bad. Your aptitude is average, but with effort, you can still achieve something."

Hearing this, Lin Xing knew he had succeeded. He couldn't contain his excitement. "Elder, thank you! Thank you, Elder!"

Lin Xing's tender voice uttering such mature words made the elder smile. "Alright, you got into Qingyun Sect because of your own aptitude. It has nothing to do with me."

After that, the elder changed the topic and got to the point. "I am Elder Li of Dragon Head Peak. Today, I am accepting you as a disciple of Dragon Head Peak. Are you willing?"