Cultivation: I Inherite The Strongest Account In A Sect Simulator - Chapter 174

Untolerated by heaven, a boy was restricted by the most powerful spell.

He accidentally acquired a painting inhabited by nine souls that claimed to be immortal.

Then, the legend of a strong young man who violated heavenly principles against the course of nature began.

- Description from Novelupdates

“No one is standing in the sky to begin with.”

“Whether it’s Hokage or the God of Ninja World.”

“But the window period for the Throne of Heaven has been too long.”

“From today, I will stand in the sky.”

Above Konoha, Naruto Uzumaki’s hairspray hand touched the drooping bangs, revealing sharp eyes.

Boiling blue light descended from the night, pulling Uzumaki Naruto away from the sky.

In Muye Village below, countless ninjas looked shocked and unbelievable.

Iruka: “Impossible, you are not that gentle Naruto, who are you?”

Kakashi: “The disciple I know is a gentle boy who will always take care of and protect others and inherit the will of fire.”

Uchiha Sasuke: “Naruto, you pulled me out of the abyss, but why do you want to leave now? Damn, even if you break your limbs, I, Uchiha Sasuke, will bring you back!”

PS:

A Naruto who was not influenced by Ashura Chakra, accepted Aizen’s teachings, was gentle and refined since he was a child, but was actually ambitious and deep-minded.

- Description from novelbuddy

Leon, a man who tragically died of exhaustion due to his sister's otome game, unexpectedly finds himself reincarnated as a young aristocrat named Leon Bartfort. However, he soon realizes that he is not alone in this body. Another mysterious entity already resides there, its voice echoing in his mind.Who is this second consciousness? Is it a friend, an enemy, or something far more sinister? Will they be able to come to an agreement to share control over the body, or will a fierce struggle for dominance ensue? Or perhaps their interactions will lead to unforeseen consequences?Intrigued? Then start reading!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”