Chapter 99: My Susano'o Is a Minotaur? Luofu Has Ascended!

“No problem.” Uchiha Luofu strolled casually to the side of Shinigami Luofu, slinging an arm over his shoulder. “Once we get back, your Bankai will appear right away. Next time we come, our strength will instantly multiply several times over!”

“I’ve noticed everyone’s situation doesn’t seem great—but Itachi, buddy, are living way too comfortably, aren’t Itachi?” Marvel Luofu said with a sour tone.

“Seems like that’s true.” Shinigami Luofu glanced at Uchiha Luofu. “Among the three of Itachi elders, Itachi’re clearly the most comfortable. In Konoha, even if Itachi can’t do whatever Itachi want, your life is still far better than the other two.”

“How can Itachi say that?” Uchiha Luofu feigned a smile. “I’m walking a tightrope, Itachi know!”

“But Itachi’re still better off than me!” Alien Luofu chuckled bitterly. “I never expected that after entering this shared space and gaining everyone’s abilities, my fate weight would skyrocket. Now the entire Alien World is targeting me. If I hadn’t gotten into this space in time, I’d have been terrified of being imprisoned in some secret bunker by the company when I returned.”

“Itachi don’t need to worry now.” Uchiha Luofu said confidently. “My Sharingan has imprinted four Mangekyo techniques, plus the recovery ability from my Oni physique. Though it doesn’t match true Sage body cells, my ocular power still regenerates. Among those four techniques: Ise-Nagi can reverse reality and illusion, Kamui grants intangibility, Tsukuyomi delivers ultimate illusion, and I can perceive the future. With these powers, as long as Itachi don’t try to turn all of humanity into Aliens like Ma Xianhong, your strength alone should earn Itachi the status of the Ten Elders. Whoever disagrees? Kill them.”

“It’s not as simple as Itachi think.” Alien Luofu sighed. “Even the strongest Mangekyo can’t fight an entire Alien World. And above the Alien World lies the ordinary human world—modern weapons. Even if Itachi activate Susano’o, how many Peace Bombs can Itachi withstand?”

Uchiha Luofu’s expression suddenly turned strange. He scanned the four people in the shared space and said, “Didn’t any of Itachi notice? My Mangekyo doesn’t have Susano’o.”

“Impossible!” Demon Slayer Luofu exclaimed. “After activating the Mangekyo, each eye develops a different technique based on your mindset at the time—that’s logical. But Susano’o is standard! How could Itachi not have it?”

“Are Itachi certain the thing I activated is called Susano’o?” Uchiha Luofu’s expression grew even stranger. “I suspect sharing Alien Luofu’s bloodline altered it—my Susano’o became a Minotaur.”

“What do Itachi mean Minotaur? Don’t talk nonsense!” Alien Luofu’s eyes flickered with interest, his tone uncertain. “That should be called Bingzhu Chiyou.”

Although the shared space allows mutual ability sharing, its sharing of memories and emotions resembles merely watching a revolving lantern—a detached observer’s perspective.

It cannot truly enable empathy, which causes emotional dissonance among them, and even their personalities have begun diverging into wildly different forms.

“Itachi’re right,” Oni Luofu nodded in agreement. “Susano’o usually takes the form of a Tengu, but yours—even though Itachi can only activate its second form now—is clearly four-eyed, six-armed, with ox horns, wielding Ge, Shu, Ji, Mao, and bow-and-arrow. Isn’t that Bingzhu Chiyou?”

As Oni Luofu finished speaking, all the Luofus in the space turned their gazes toward Alien Luofu.

“Wait a minute,” Oni Luofu said first. “I’m a Japanese person from a thousand years ago—I shouldn’t have such a drastic effect on Uchiha’s Mangekyo, not even altering Susano’o’s form. That must be Itachi. Itachi… others are descendants of Yan and Huang, but Itachi’re Chiyou’s descendant?”

Alien Luofu replied helplessly, “Compared to me, I think your suspicion is stronger. A thousand years ago, that was the Heian period—Japanese envoys to Tang China were at their peak. Your body might have been brought over from Japan as a descendant of Eastern bloodlines. Compared to me, a modern man, your era was when Chiyou’s bloodline was strongest.”

“That makes sense,” Uchiha Luofu’s eyes lit up. “Modern bloodlines can’t compare to ancient ones. A thousand years ago, Itachi might truly be a Chiyou descendant brought over from Japan.”

“Do Itachi think now is the time to argue about this?” Suits-and-Ties Marvel Luofu sighed. “Whether it’s Bingzhu Chiyou or Susano’o, what matters is raw power. The form is irrelevant. Shouldn’t we be discussing what Alien Luofu should do after returning? He’s now the target of the entire Alien World—and possibly the whole world!”

“Why worry?” Oni Luofu sneered. “With power in hand, who cares about the buzzing of ants and flies? Anyone with ill intent? Crush them. With Ise-Nagi, which breaks reality and illusion, and Kamui’s escape dimension, death doesn’t matter—just flee and hunt them down later. Even Peace Bombs? Hide in Kamui’s space. That’s already invincible!”

“So Itachi plan to return and begin your campaign to spread your seeds across the universe?” Shinigami Luofu stared at Oni Luofu in surprise. “Itachi’re not seriously thinking of turning the entire world into Oni, are Itachi?”

Due to their differing experiences, though all in the shared space clearly understood they were distinct individuals of the concept “Luofu,”

their personalities and worldviews still clashed profoundly.

For instance, in Shinigami Luofu’s eyes, Oni Luofu’s actions in Japan were outright insane,

disguised as “planting blessings everywhere,” but in truth, they were seeding the globe and harvesting all humanity.

Such evil practices shattered everyone’s understanding and moral limits.

“Cough…” Alien Luofu cleared his throat. “First, we must be clear: we are all Luofu. Disagreements are fine, but we must never break our harmony.”

He paused briefly, then continued: “As for Oni Luofu’s plan, I personally don’t care. Don’t forget—his era was about to erupt into two world wars, with over a hundred million deaths. If he truly succeeds in seeding the globe, he might prevent those wars entirely.”

“Let me add,” Uchiha Luofu chimed in. “Demon Slayer’s mindset stems entirely from his personal trauma. Never preach kindness to someone who hasn’t suffered. Through the recent sharing, Itachi all saw how wretched his life was. That he hasn’t fully turned evil is already remarkable.”

Under Alien Luofu and Uchiha Luofu’s explanations,

both Marvel Luofu and Shinigami Luofu fell silent.

After a moment, Shinigami Luofu chuckled bitterly. “I was a bit delirious. Indeed, compared to us, Demon Slayer’s past was truly horrific.”

In truth, if they put themselves in his shoes, the Luofus could easily understand why Oni Luofu’s methods were so cold.

Nearly a thousand years ago, before becoming an Oni, he had a normal family—suddenly wiped out by Doma no Kan. He joined the Demon Slayer Corps to avenge them. Soon after, the Corps was destroyed by Doma no Kan too. He himself was turned into an Oni—stripped of memory and emotion, forced to feed on human flesh.

After finally gaining power and awakening his past memories, recovering his former self’s memories and emotions, it’s already astonishing that Oni Luofu retained a normal worldview.

“Normal” here doesn’t mean universal morality.

Moreover, Oni Luofu never intended to destroy the world.

Though in Ubuyashiki Kagaya’s prophecy, Luofu became the new Oni King, replacing humanity,

never forget: the Primordial Seed doesn’t directly transform people into Oni. Transformation requires Luofu’s explicit permission. Otherwise, the Primordial Seed is merely a tool to drain normal humans’ essence and energy.

Don’t assume being drained by the Primordial Seed is an absolute misfortune.

Human lifespan normally ranges from 120 to 150 years—but almost no one lives to that limit.

Oni Luofu’s Primordial Seed drains at most one-third of a normal person’s lifespan—thirty to fifty years—but in return, it grants them a healthy body with no difference from a normal person’s vitality.

In this sense, Oni Luofu is merely repurposing waste—using the bloodline essence that ordinary people never utilized.

Thus, though he has the ambition to seed the globe and harvest humanity, overall, he is not a villain with twisted morals toward humankind.

“I suggest we make a pact,” Marvel Luofu spoke up. “No matter how we view each other’s worldviews, these are merely differences in perception—we must never become enemies. What do Itachi all think?”

“I agree.” Uchiha Luofu raised his hand high.

All the Luofus knew well: the chance of meeting someone truly trustworthy in their own worlds was negligible.

The only place where they could shed all restraint and freely express their true natures was this shared space. After all, they were all Luofu—no need to hide their darkness or desires.

After Marvel Luofu’s proposal gained unanimous approval,

Uchiha Luofu turned to Alien Luofu. “What will Itachi do after returning? Itachi’re not seriously planning to conquer the world, are Itachi? Your era is different from mine. Though the ninja world has decent tech, combat still relies on melee weapons. Your world is the information age—if things get too big, the whole globe will erupt. Don’t forget—Itachi still have a mother.”

Alien Luofu nodded, paused, then said: “Displaying power is inevitable. Having power but restraining oneself is one thing; having no power and being helpless against others is another.”

“Exactly,” Marvel Luofu nodded in agreement. “Like Tony Stark—he faced constant congressional pressure after becoming Iron Man. But once he showed his strength, they shut up. Power must be controllable; otherwise, Itachi become the Hulk.”

One had to admit: despite being just an insurance salesman, Marvel Luofu, after awakening his past memories and accumulating his current life’s experiences, had developed a unique understanding of society.

“Your world is different from mine,” Demon Slayer Luofu said. “In mine, there are no Peace Bombs. Two world wars loom—old rules are crumbling, new ones haven’t formed. In Japan, where feudalism and modernity coexist, I can act more freely. But Itachi? Even though your world still has chaos, overall it’s regionally peaceful and stable. If Itachi become an unstable factor, even hiding on Nansen Island won’t bring Itachi peace!”

“Thank Itachi all. I understand,” Alien Luofu nodded slightly.

Everyone knew: no matter what advice they offered, the final decision always rested with Alien Luofu himself. They could only offer suggestions.

……………………

Alien World.

Zhang Luofu, who had entered the shared space while practicing the Golden Light Spell, felt his essence, energy, and spirit surge violently the instant he returned.

His body instantly gained unparalleled vitality; his primordial qi expanded at an astonishing speed. Even his mental will hardened and strengthened like the creation of heaven and earth.

Visible to the naked eye, Zhang Luofu’s golden light transformed into pure golden Liuli , acquiring tangible substance—as if shifting from pure primordial qi into real, physical matter.

Such a massive disturbance immediately shook the entire Longhu Mountain.

“Lao Tian, did Itachi… did Itachi see that?” Zhang Zhiwei stared wide-eyed, unable to believe it, gazing toward Luofu’s direction.

The brilliant, solidified golden light exceeded Zhang Zhiwei’s comprehension.

Such vast, terrifying golden light even manifested as golden feathers drifting in the air beyond its perimeter.

“Is this… this feathering ascension?” Lu Jin, rushing over, instinctively reached out and touched one of the golden feathers, now solidified like the Golden Light Spell.

The golden feathers, drifting gently in the air without falling, surged into Lu Jin’s body the moment he touched them.

Lu Jin instantly felt like he’d swallowed a supreme tonic. His vitality exploded—he felt as if he’d returned to his peak youth.

Primordial qi is the foundation of life. As one ages, it inevitably weakens. Though these elders could crush the world in strength, the loss of vitality was irreversible.

But touching Luofu’s golden feathers, Lu Jin truly felt his vitality rejuvenating, returning to youth.

“Quick!” Lu Jin snapped back to himself. “Take Lao Tian closer to this child. These feathers are pure vitality!”

Zhang Zhiwei’s eyes hardened. Without hesitation, he shaped the golden light, lifted the wheelchair along with Tian Jinzhong, and moved him beside Luofu.

As Tian Jinzhong was enveloped by countless golden feathers, something astonishing happened.

His aged face reversed like time flowing backward, restoring youth. Even more terrifyingly, his severed limbs began regrowing.

“How is this possible?” Lu Jin, stunned yet delighted, rushed to Zhang Zhiwei’s side. “Old bastard, what’s going on? Why is this kid radiating such immense vitality? Vitality is life’s foundation—how can he waste it like this? Won’t it shorten his lifespan?”

Lu Jin knew: in the Alien World, there were countless strange methods that forcibly drained the body for temporary power—though not common, they weren’t rare.

Now, Lu Jin feared Luofu had fallen for one of those traps.

Such terrifying vitality simply shouldn’t belong to a human.

Zhang Zhiwei fell silent for a moment, then spoke gravely: “Lao Lu, have Itachi considered… perhaps… this child truly has the potential for immortality?”

Lu Jin’s pupils shrank to needle points. “Itachi’re insane? How dare Itachi say that? Do Itachi want to get this kid killed?”

The entire Alien World was already whispering that Luofu held the secret to immortality.

But so far, this rumor remained confined to the Shu Sect—most still doubted it.

But if Zhang Zhiwei’s words spread, Luofu’s immortality secret would no longer be rumor. After all, Zhang Zhiwei was the Alien World’s undisputed top expert.

Zhang Zhiwei realized his mistake. He chuckled awkwardly. “I… I just think this kid’s vitality is abnormal. Perhaps even a thousand people’s combined vitality doesn’t match his! With this much primordial qi—he might truly have the potential for immortality.”

“Shut up!” Lu Jin snapped. Why was Zhang Zhiwei getting more excited?

Didn’t he see how panicked Lu Jin was?

“Fine, fine! I won’t say another word!” Zhang Zhiwei shrugged helplessly. “I just feel this kid’s got something… off. Something extraordinary.”

He paused, frowned. “If this condition becomes known… even Longhu Mountain might not be able to protect him.”

As Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Jin spoke,

Tian Jinzhong, now placed closer to Luofu, had jet-black hair, a pale complexion, taut skin, and all limbs restored.

No one would believe this man was over a hundred years old.

He might look a bit old for twenty—but thirty? Perfectly fitting!

“Senior Brother,” Tian Jinzhong, now recovered, didn’t even pause to marvel at his restored limbs and youth.

Moving his unfamiliar limbs—clumsy at first, almost frantic—he walked with firm, urgent steps out of the golden feather’s radius.

“Senior Brother, how could Itachi let me take such a huge advantage from this child?” Tian Jinzhong said, filled with guilt. “I regained my limbs and reversed aging using his primordial qi—how can he bear such a burden?”

“Lao Tian, Itachi’re overthinking,” Lu Jin grunted, glancing at Zhang Zhiwei beside him—still annoyed by his earlier reckless words about Luofu’s immortality.

But to Tian Jinzhong, he instantly switched demeanor.

“This kid’s a monster. Itachi think taking his primordial qi to restore your limbs and reverse aging is a burden to him?” Lu Jin pointed toward Luofu. “Look again!”

Following Lu Jin’s gesture,

visible to the naked eye, flesh and vein-like structures were sprouting from Zhang Luofu’s body, spreading outward endlessly.

What was even more chilling was that these newly grown flesh and meridians were, in fact, a form of energy, an unknown transmission channel.

At the other end of these flesh meridians, one after another figures, bearing eighty percent resemblance to Luo Fu, were sprouting as if time itself had been accelerated.

“This… what is this?” Tian Jinzong froze in shock.

Such a method simply shattered one’s entire worldview.

Using one’s own vast vitality and primordial qi to create a second, third… even more versions of oneself from nothing—what difference is there between this and the mythic power of manipulating creation and conjuring matter from emptiness?

No matter how miraculous the methods of the Yiren , they could never reach this level.

Squinting at Luo Fu’s direction, Zhang Zhi suddenly seemed to realize something and said to Lu Jin beside him: “Old Lu, this kid’s innate ability is controlling the Seven Deadly Sins, right?”

Lu Jin nodded unconsciously, then suddenly understood—he stared in horror at Luo Fu’s direction.

As expected, the flesh meridians extending from Luo Fu’s body had precisely split into seven, and from Luo Fu as the center, seven distinct versions of himself had grown.

These seven Luo Fus differed in appearance—tall, short, fat, thin, all unique; each, merely by outward form, revealed the meaning they embodied.

(End of Chapter)