"Is this Orochimaru's hidden move?"
Sasuke stared curiously at the green orb of light in the God of Death Clone's claws, at the faintly visible small white-scaled snake within.
Tang Ping had deliberately shown it to him. Otherwise, at most, Sasuke would have noticed something was off through his Sharingan; there was no way he could have seen any of this with the naked eye.
A soul!
That was not something an ordinary ninja could come into contact with.
"That's right. If you revealed any flaw, perhaps he would have become you!"
Tang Ping looked at Orochimaru's remnant soul and sighed.
The other man's research into souls truly did not compare to his own, but Orochimaru's methods were simply too wild.
Cutting... or rather, splitting his own soul!
It hurt just hearing about it, let alone actually doing it.
Yet Orochimaru had truly done it, and more than once. That was why there was no way to kill him.
Because once the main consciousness ran into trouble, those separated clones would begin "working."
The Cursed Seal on Anko's body in the past, for instance, contained a fragment of his soul.
His personality and methods were exactly like Voldemort from a certain work Tang Ping had read before transmigrating.
The man was truly good at surviving!
Still, this further proved the value of the fanfiction novels he had read before transmigrating.
With Chakra around, it really was possible to bring those things into existence. It was like those people were responsible for thinking of the ideas, while he was responsible for making them happen.
"How should we deal with it?"
Sasuke did not know whether it was psychological, but he felt as though an enormous burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
In truth, it was not an illusion.
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