A veteran of the ninja world: surviving from the Six Paths of Heroes to Boruto

"Black Zetsu-senpai! Black Zetsu-senpai! Great news! Incredibly great news!"

Whirlpool White Roll gripped the scroll, his face flushed with excitement, and shouted loudly.

Upon seeing him, Black Zetsu's face darkened instantly.

This swirling white paper is the most annoying, constantly chasing after him to ask what it feels like to poop, which is really a headache.

Black Zetsu sternly rebuked, "This is the History Museum, keep quiet! Speak your mind, or if you bring up trivial matters again, leave immediately."

Whirlpool White Curly quickly lowered his voice, scratched his curly head, chuckled, and hurriedly stepped forward to hand over the scroll: "This junior wouldn't dare, I've come specifically to congratulate Senior Black Zetsu!"

As the scroll unfolds, the golden, flowing patterns of the imperial edict come into view!

Whirlpool White Roll proclaimed, "The Great Immortal has issued a decree, approving Senior Black Zetsu's cultivation of immortal techniques!"

Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu was stunned. His pupils contracted slightly, and his face was filled with disbelief. He stood there for a long time, unable to recover.

"Haha, great news! Looks like my promotion luck has rubbed off on you!"

Fukasaku slapped the table and laughed loudly: "After learning immortal techniques, with your qualifications, becoming an immortal is a sure thing, brother! Congratulations!"

Black Zetsu slowly regained his senses, his heart trembling.

The great immortal actually agreed?!

The great immortal's trust in me back then was definitely not just empty words!

A deep sense of gratitude and emotion welled up in Black Zetsu's eyes.

Black Zetsu rose and strode out of the history museum. Facing the direction of the Immortal Hall, he knelt on both knees, his expression solemn and respectful, and bowed in worship.

"Great Immortal, you are wise and discerning! Black Zetsu thanks you for your trust and grace!"

The solemn words of thanks echoed through the immortal mountains. Black Jutsu knelt respectfully three times in succession, and slowly rose after performing the grand ceremony.

The light and shadow inside the museum suddenly distorted.

It was as if a pebble had been thrown into the water, creating ripples.

Without any warning, a white figure appeared out of thin air, his clothes spotless and his posture upright. It was none other than the only great immortal of Mount Myōboku—Manji.

The atmosphere inside the history museum instantly froze!

The sage Fukasaku, who had just been smiling, suddenly straightened up.

Black Zetsu paused in his movement as he stood up.

Even the swirling white scroll, clutching the scroll, instantly lost all its playful smiles, its eyes filled with only awe.

The three bowed almost simultaneously, their voices ringing out in unison, echoing loudly in the quiet hall.

"Welcome, Great Immortal!"

"Congratulations, Great Immortal!"

"Um."

Wanci's gaze swept over the three of them indifferently, and he slightly raised his fingertip and waved it gently: "No need for formalities."

Wanci's gaze finally settled on Black Zetsu.

Hei Jue's throat tightened slightly as he gazed at the great immortal before him, his heart overflowing with gratitude. His lips moved, but he managed to utter only a few words: "Great Immortal...you..."

All the words in the world ultimately turned into this unspoken emotion.

Seeing this, Wanci smiled faintly.

He had long known what Black Zetsu was thinking.

"I personally approved the application for the immortal arts."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, explaining the reasons for the approval:

"Firstly, after hundreds of years of getting along, I have seen through your character. Now, you are no longer a threat to Mount Myōboku or the ninja world."

"Secondly, I remember the promise I made back then. You have worked diligently and respectfully to manage the History Museum of Mount Myōboku, recording the history of the ninja world for hundreds of years. This achievement is enough to make up for all the past."

"Thirdly, with the ongoing wars in the mortal realm and the turbulent situation in the ninja world, Mount Myōboku also needs to strengthen its forces."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wanci's gaze fell on Hei Jue, with a hint of expectation: "No need to thank me, just focus on your cultivation."

"I have personally examined your physique, and it is quite compatible with the Sage Arts of Mount Myōboku. Not only can you cultivate, but after learning the Sage Arts of Mount Myōboku, you may be able to combine them with your own characteristics to create even more diverse Sage Arts."

"I understand, Great Immortal!"

Black Zetsu nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with determination and gratitude.

Seeing this, Wanci nodded slightly, and the light and shadow around him rippled again, clearly indicating that he was preparing to leave.

"Great Immortal! Please wait!"

A voice, both urgent and excited, suddenly rang out.

Whirlpool White Scroll took three steps forward in two, but dared not get too close, bowing and tilting his head back, his face full of expectation.

Wanci paused slightly, raised an eyebrow, and looked at the unusually lively white-haired Zetsu with curly hair: "What is it?"

"I...I want to ask, when will I be able to cultivate immortality techniques?"

Uzumaki Shiromaki clenched her fists, her face earnest: "I also want to cultivate diligently and serve Mount Myōboku! And... I've already decided on my title as a sage!"

When he spoke of his title, his tone was full of pride, as if he had thought of some extraordinary achievement.

A hint of curiosity flashed in Wanci's eyes as he asked calmly, "What do you mean?"

"Let's call him the Hermit of Myoboku Mountain!"

Whirlpool White Roll clapped his hands and said with a grin, as if the name were incredibly prestigious: "What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, the history museum fell silent for a moment.

Fukasaku's lips twitched, while Black Zetsu looked helpless, with dark lines faintly appearing on his forehead.

Manji's expression tightened slightly: "When you leave, don't say you're from Mount Myōboku."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light and shadow around him completely distorted, and his figure seemed to merge into the air, disappearing from the History Museum in an instant.

Back to the Immortal Palace.

Wan Ci sat upright at his desk, his fingertips lightly turning the yellowed historical scrolls, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed chronological text, when he suddenly stopped.

"What year was Uchiha Hikaru born?"

He focused his mind slightly, his brow furrowing slightly. Over the long years, many fragmented timelines had become blurred.

Scattered memories from the original work flashed through my mind; Uchiha Hikaru had no clear birth details.

His life trajectory roughly falls within the turbulent era of the ninja world.

This period was between the death of Uchiha Kitsune and the birth of Uchiha Tajima.

"We still need to be careful with Uchiha Hikaru. His storyline is quite unique, so we can't let our guard down."

Wanci slowly rose and paced back and forth in the main hall with his hands behind his back.

Countless times I've raised my hand to calculate the passage of time, and the deadline of the thousand-year promise is clear in my heart. Now, it seems that there are less than eight hundred years left until Boruto.

"In other words, I have eight hundred years to prepare for the invasion of the Otsutsuki clan."

Wanci narrowed his eyes, a hint of solemnity flashing in them, and his aura became solemn as well.

This is the reason why he has been planning step by step for so many years.

The reason for granting Black Zetsu's request to practice Sage Mode was to properly preserve the bodies and souls of the reincarnations of Indra and Ashura throughout history, all in order to accumulate power and prepare for the possible attack by the Otsutsuki at any time.

Manji considered Momoshiki, Kinshiki, and Kabashima's strength to be nothing special; he could easily handle them on his own.

Moreover, since he developed a Sage Technique that could not be absorbed by the Otsutsuki last time, he was now fully confident in dealing with this trio.

But the real hypothetical enemy is never such a minor character.

Rather, it is the supreme Otsutsuki god, hidden deep within the starry sky.

That is the ultimate threat, and the reason why he must spend eight hundred years preparing for war.