Tobirama took a deep breath, slowly raised both hands, and formed a rapid, precise string of hand seals...
With his hand seals, the air around them suddenly congealed, and faint chakra barriers rose layer by layer, forming an extraordinarily tight defensive seal.
The two clan heads moved quickly as well.
"Byakugan, open!"
The veins around Hiashi's eyes instantly bulged, and in a flash, his pupils turned a pure, ethereal milky white, clear and profound.
He went all out to capture the hidden chakra fluctuations behind these bizarre Sharingan.
The Kurama Clan Head's expression was grave. His hands swiftly formed seals as he murmured ancient, mysterious incantations under his breath.
As he completed his hand seals, streaks of pale purple genjutsu light gradually surfaced in the air, winding like silk as they began to slowly seep into those blood-red Sharingan.
The three of them cast their techniques at the same time for one purpose: to investigate what was hidden within Uchiha Yuan...
The mysterious and terrifying curse behind him.
However, as their investigation kept going deeper, the Sharingan quietly displayed around the room gradually began to undergo a strange, unsettling change.
The Sharingan, originally silent and cold, now seemed to be slowly awakening. Within their scarlet pupils, a chilling aura of resentment faintly emerged.
That eerie red resentment rose slowly like smoke, spreading and gradually coiling around the Sharingan, giving off a dense, icy killing intent and hatred.
Tobirama's gaze cooled slightly, but his expression did not waver in the least.
He had long since grown used to these lingering resentments left behind by Uchiha clansmen before death.
For ordinary people, death came with unwillingness and hatred, let alone the Uchiha Clan, who had once held high positions of power and then suddenly suffered the tragedy of extermination.
But then, Hyuga