"Blue Heaven..."
Lin Ze murmured to himself, repeating the name.
He fell silent for a long time, those images replaying in his mind: ten World Lords, ten different paths, ten different endings.
And now, the Will of the Shinobi World had told him that he was the eleventh heaven, Blue Heaven.
"Heh..."
A faint, mocking curve lifted the corner of Lin Ze's mouth.
He raised his head toward the empty space and asked:
"Where is the last of the Six Deva Path Burials?"
The child's voice fell silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"The Six Deva Path Burials... are... killing moves... I prepared... specifically for... Deva Path..."
"The last burial..."
"Is... me... myself..."
Lin Ze frowned. "What do you mean?"
The child's voice became a little clearer:
"You must... merge... with me... to... obtain... the last burial..."
Lin Ze's expression darkened. He looked at the empty space, sensing that gentle yet vast will as his mind raced.
The Will of the Shinobi World was an existence that had lived for who knew how many years. Although it sounded like a seven- or eight-year-old child, it was still a world's will, the very world that possessed these supernatural powers.
Merging with something like that... who knew what would happen?
Would it take over his body?
Would he lose himself?
Would he become another existence?
Lin Ze was silent for a moment before saying, "I don't want to merge with you."
The child's voice did not immediately respond.
Only after a few seconds did it speak again, a hint of puzzlement in its voice. "Why?"
"Because I don't trust you."
Lin Ze's answer was blunt. "You're the Will of the Shinobi World. You represent this world, while I... I only represent myself. After we merge, will I still be me?"
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