Standing Shoulder to Shoulder with a God, Never Mind

Uchiha Qingfeng opened his eyes trembling slightly and muttered, "Am I already dead?"

The instant his eyes opened, a golden beam shot out from them. Within their sockets were a pair of Rinnegan—golden Rinnegan.

The robe on his body was golden, the Truth-Seeking Orbs behind him were golden, and even his Rinnegan were golden. He had become entirely gilded, looking even more handsome than Golden Naruto.

The golden auspicious clouds in the sky and all the golden feathers around him vanished. At this moment, Uchiha Qingfeng seemed to be the only thing in this space.

Yet he himself was still somewhat dazed. In his consciousness, a very long time had already passed. His awareness had been stretched out; he could not perceive time. All he could feel was endless mental agony. He could not even sense his body. If that was not death, then what was it?

As his cells split and reassembled, the repulsive forces finally fused under these circumstances. Like a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon, he had ultimately stepped into the Six Paths level.

All he wanted to say was, "The damn System was a bit of a scam, but System Potions and items were absolutely awesome."

Uchiha Qingfeng's slightly unfocused eyes surveyed his surroundings. The scene felt familiar, though it was somewhat different from what he remembered.

But what the hell was with this color on his body? These effects were way too flashy. It had a bit of that "Super Uchiha" vibe—at the very least, it was Super Saiyan 3.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could you possibly step into the Six Paths level? This is a height that mortals cannot reach."

Uchiha Qingfeng was admiring his shiny new appearance when he suddenly heard someone speak. Only then did he notice someone standing not far