"Is this... my mental Boundary?"
In a daze, he seemed to have entered a wondrous place. Chaos filled it, with only a small patch of light in the center. An ancient, pot-shaped object floated within that light, radiating an aura of age-old mystery.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa... holy crap, what's that?"
Curious, Qing Wu immediately walked over for a closer look. He froze, his expression becoming wildly exaggerated.
"Holy shit... n-no way~"
Qingwu was stunned. This was the goddamn Demon Refining Pot—could you believe it?! There was no mistake. Although he couldn't read those ancient inscriptions, that was the meaning it conveyed to Qing Wu.
But there was only a single ball of light inside the pot now. It exuded an oppressive aura, yet something familiar about it seemed to draw Qing Wu closer.
Holy crap.
Qing Wu was dumbfounded. What's that thing inside the Demon Refining Pot? What does it do? Why is it drawing me in? Should I go over? His mouth might have questioned it, but his body was far more honest. Without thinking, he reached out and touched the ball of light.
"I'm screwed... I let my guard down and didn't dodge~"
The next instant, the ball erupted with light, then surged toward Qing Wu and enveloped him. Cursing his own meddling hand, Qingwu cried that he was done for. He hadn't expected his journey to another world to end right here...
"I'm screwed... I let my guard down and didn't dodge~ Huh? It's warm... and these are~"
Yet after waiting for quite a while, Qingwu realized he was unharmed. A wealth of information had appeared in his mind, and Qing Wu finally learned why he had come to the world of Naruto.
"Damn, my death in my last life was pretty slapdash." After sorting through the information in his mind, Qingwu grumbled, though a ** smile hung at the corners of his mouth. This time, he had hit the jackpot.
It turned out that Blue Star had been a world of myth. During the War of Investiture, the divine artifact known as the Demon Refining Pot had been badly damaged and fallen dormant. Then heaven and earth changed, spiritual energy began to dry up, and the gods were forced to leave Blue Star for the world of chaos in search of opportunities. Gradually, cultivation became nothing more than a legend.
Time flew by. Who knew how many years had passed before Qing Wu discovered the Demon Refining Pot in his family's old house?
Qingwu thought it looked nice, so he brought it home. Unexpectedly, a short circuit allowed the divine Demon Refining Pot to absorb energy and awaken. As it activated, it drew vast amounts of electricity from the entire city through the wiring, destabilizing the space of his world. The void shattered, and it arrived in the world of Naruto.
The power of spacetime shredded Qing Wu's body in an instant. His blood and soul soaked into the reawakened Demon Refining Pot, earning him its preliminary "recognition as master." It was the kind of dumb luck that took eight lifetimes to come by.
Still, gaining the divine artifact's true recognition would probably be a long journey. The gap between their levels was far too great. For now, he was, at most, its temporary vessel—a useful pawn, or "host" for short.
Back to the point: after shattering spacetime and arriving in the two-dimensional Ninja World, the Demon Refining Pot sought suitable bloodline materials to rebuild Qing Wu's body and save its host. This was its old specialty, after all.
After searching the world, it finally discovered a fragment of an enormous spiritual root and several remnants of powerful beings' bodies. The Demon Refining Pot refined their essences and rebuilt his body while preserving their original abilities. But that era was far too dangerous, with powerful beings fighting frequently—the conflict between Indra and Ashura.
The Demon Refining Pot discovered the power of spacetime, so it traveled through the Dragon Vein to a later era in search of a suitable mother to carry its host.
Finally, after arranging Qing Wu's rebirth, the Demon Refining Pot fell dormant inside him to recover. It sealed away most of Qingwu's bloodline power to prevent it from attracting the covetous attention of malicious people.
Even so, the Otsutsuki bloodline still granted Qingwu an extraordinarily long life. The price was slow growth.
"So that's how it is~ That's how I came to this world~ How fascinating~ Like hell it is..."
Qing Wu sat blankly, turning everything in his mind over and over. It all felt so unreal, so fantastical.
"My head's buzzing... what even is all this... holy shit, is this... an Otsutsuki legacy...? Haha..."
Qing Wu discovered that memories had appeared in his mind out of nowhere. They concerned various miraculous abilities, explanations of those abilities, and countless ingenious uses for them. He couldn't help exclaiming in wonder.
"The Demon Refining Pot really lives up to its name. It's freaking awesome! This ability to restore things to their original essence is absolutely insane..."
"Sure, this Demon Refining Pot is only Mother Blue Star's version, but an ancient divine artifact like this is still ridiculously overpowered. Blue Star was originally a world of myth, after all. I'm already more than satisfied. You've got to know when to be content. Hehehe~"
But then Qingwu remembered the legends of the Demon Refining Pot, and it all made sense. That was the supreme treasure the Holy Mother of the vast Primordial World had used to create living beings! At that thought, Qingwu began grinning foolishly.
"Mom, I think your son's really made it. Thank you, Mother Blue Star. Thank you for your blessings, Holy Mother, supreme in mercy and goodness. Thank you for your blessings, ancestors..."
Even after everything he had seen online, Qing Wu genuinely lost his composure when such immense fortune landed on his head. His words became incoherent. After all, before transmigrating, he had been nothing more than an ordinary shut-in—a loser who couldn't even get a girlfriend...
In this new life, he had been reborn as a frail young child whose parents were both dead. Living in a world like Naruto, full of powerful fighters, slaughter, and frequent wars, he had never felt safe to begin with. Now that his situation had taken a turn, how could he possibly keep his emotions under control?
"Holy crap, is all this real? I've hit the jackpot! The Demon Refining Pot really is incredible." Qingwu's face lit up with wild joy. I fucking knew it! How could a transmigrator not have a cheat? Thank you for your gift, Mother Blue Star.
"Haha... no... no... hoo, hah... hoo, hah... I need to calm down. Ahahaha..." Forgive a wage slave who had suddenly been knocked senseless by a transmigration gift package. Wasn't this just like Fan Jin going mad after passing the imperial examination...?
Then Qing Wu began itching to act. He wanted to try it out, though he still retained some sense.
"Don't do anything reckless... calm down... calm down... don't get worked up... inhale... hah... deep breaths... hoo, hah..."
First, Qingwu took a deep breath, then regulated his breathing to settle his excitement.
He closed his eyes and carefully sorted through the instructions for using those abilities, lest he hurt himself by acting rashly.
Sitting cross-legged, he silently repeated several times: With a mind clear as ice, remain unshaken even if the sky falls... with a mind clear as ice, remain unshaken even if the sky falls...
"I'll know once I try. A great man once said that practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."
Qing Wu raised his hand, opened his palm, and pointed his fingers forward... then exerted himself~ Some power inside his body stirred effortlessly, as naturally as instinct.
"Yin-Yang Release."
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!
It was just like a machine gun.
"Rat-a-tat~" Toothpick-sized Black Receivers poured out, riddling the rocks ahead with holes.
"Not bad. Looks like everything in those memories is real. Who can take me on now~?"
"Hohoho~ Behold my Storm of Pear Blossom Needles..."
Qing Wu beamed, having the time of his life. Still, he knew he was far too weak and had far too little chakra. What kind of Yin-Yang Release Black Receiver was the size of a toothpick?
"But for now, I need to keep a low profile. That comes before everything else. If anyone finds out, I'll have to spend every day guarding against certain schemers."
"That'd be exhausting."
"Once I've built up enough strength, I'll show you lot exactly why flowers are so red~"
He had already begun training that year, and his chakra reserves grew by the day. He just hadn't had a single means of attack.
This attack's power only seemed passable, but for a child like him, it was already very good.
"Let's keep looking. What else is there...?"
"Holy crap... so it was him... that poor bastard..."
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