Complete Metamorphosis

The nearly ten million souls in his spiritual world were completely devoured and refined, transforming into the purest primordial energy. It surged from the depths of his consciousness, sweeping through every part of his body, every inch of flesh and blood. Every wisp of Chakra was undergoing a revolutionary reshaping.

The first change occurred in his pair of scarlet eyes.

The moment Hagoromo Otsutsuki's soul was devoured, these Mangekyo Sharingan had already undergone a qualitative change, evolving into a pair of nine-Magatama forms. Now, under the torrent of primordial energy, they erupted with a dazzling scarlet halo.

Within the halo, the jet-black Magatama no longer rotated simply; they intertwined and connected like living beings. At times, they transformed into distorted spatial-temporal patterns; at others, they condensed into the outline of a black hole that devoured everything. Finally, they settled into a unique, peculiar form—

It possessed neither the ripples of the Rinnegan nor the silver-white of the Tenseigan. It was a bizarre pattern that transcended all Dojutsu systems, flowing as if it could see through the illusions of space-time and control life and death.

"Buzzz—"

The instant the Dojutsu stabilized, a pressure far exceeding anything before erupted from Genki, spreading outwards from him as the center.

The surrounding ruins and rubble trembled and floated. The dust in the air was pushed away by an invisible force. Even the light between heaven and earth seemed to be drawn to his eyes, causing a strange halo of intertwined light and shadow to surround him.

This aura was neither human nor divine, but something in between, carrying the indifference of absolute control and the resolve to destroy all things.

Next, his appearance began to transform.

His originally neat, jet-black short hair rapidly extended as if under a growth curse. Strands of hair danced wildly in the air, eventually falling to his waist. They were glossy black and swayed gently in the wind, possessing a hint of demonic beauty.

Simultaneously, a dark crimson robe materialized out of thin air, slowly enveloping his tattered clothes. The material of the robe was unknown, with faint black patterns flowing across its surface, echoing the patterns in his eyes. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with subtle Uchiha clan crests, exuding both solemnity and hidden killing intent.

The physical transformation gradually subsided. Genki's originally hollow, frenzied gaze was completely purged of all impurities, becoming a profound, bottomless clarity.

Within that clarity, there was no longer the madness of revenge, nor the pleasure of destruction. Only the obsession with his loved ones and indifference towards the entire world remained—the former was his only light, the latter the dust he was about to cleanse.

He slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling upon the two cold bodies in his arms. His eyes instantly softened, making him seem like a different person from the indifferent being who had controlled everything moments before.

He extended his long, pale fingers and gently brushed them across Uchiha Izumi's cold face. His fingertips traced her blood-stained cheek, his movements so gentle as if he feared disturbing a sleeping spirit.

"Izumi, wait for me a little longer," his voice was deep and gentle, with a barely perceptible tremor. "Soon, we'll be able to see each other again."

Then, he gently patted Uchiha Hazuki's back, as if comforting an elder sister who had been wronged.

After doing all this, the space behind him suddenly began to twist and ripple. A dark spatial rift slowly opened. The depths of the rift were void, yet it emanated a gentle energy, clearly controlled by him to avoid harming the two corpses.

Genki carefully lifted Izumi and Hazuki's bodies and slowly sent them into the spatial rift.

Watching the two corpses completely disappear into the spatial passage, he slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the tenderness in his eyes had completely vanished, leaving only bone-chilling coldness and resolve.

He slowly stood up, his dark crimson robe billowing in the wind. His jet-black hair flowed with the wind, and his eyes, which transcended everything, looked indifferently into the distance—in that direction lay the Land of Wind, the Land of Lightning, the Land of Water, and the Land of Earth, the extensions of the "sinful lands" in his eyes.

The temperature in the air seemed to drop to freezing point instantly. His voice, devoid of any emotion, carried a power of judgment that pierced heaven and earth, echoing over the silent ruins: "Wind, Lightning, Water, Earth..."

With each country's name he uttered, the killing intent in his eyes intensified. "This sinful land, which breeds betrayal and buried everything I had, it's time... to be thoroughly cleansed!"

The moment his voice fell, the space around him rippled again. This time, it was no longer a gentle protective passage but spatial ripples carrying the aura of destruction.

His figure slowly began to float upwards, his dark crimson robe and jet-black hair dancing wildly in the wind, like a god of judgment descending upon the mortal world. Towards the distant countries, he slowly flew.

Behind him lay the Land of Fire, which had completely fallen, and Konoha, reduced to ruins. Before him lay the entire ninja world, about to be engulfed in a storm of blood.

The dark crimson robe rustled in the wind, and Genki's figure, floating above the ruins, suddenly stopped.

His peculiar eyes, which transcended everything, narrowed slightly. The space around him distorted violently again. This time, it was no longer the ripples of travel but violent energy brewing destruction.

"Buzzz—!!!"

A hum, far more powerful than any before, echoed through heaven and earth. An aura more terrifying than a ten-thousand-meter Susanoo instantly erupted.

Jet-black Chakra surged from Genki's body like a tsunami. It was no longer a simple concentration of energy but carried the refined primordial essence of tens of millions of souls, rapidly taking shape behind him.

This time, the Susanoo Armor had shed its nascent warrior form, transforming into a colossal humanoid shadow, entirely black and covered with dark gold patterns. The black wings on its back no longer blotted out the sun but extended into spatial rifts tens of thousands of kilometers long. Each flap carried the terrifying power to tear space-time. Its peculiar eyes, sharing the same origin as Genki's, emitted a cold light capable of freezing souls.

"Go."

A simple word fell, and Genki's figure merged into the forehead of the jet-black Susanoo.

The colossal shadow slowly turned and took a step towards the Land of Water. Each step covered thousands of kilometers, the space beneath its feet shattering and reforming like glass. Along the way, mountains and rivers crumbled and vaporized under the Susanoo's pressure before any attack could even land.

Within a few breaths, this terrifying colossal shadow descended upon the Land of Water.

The Land of Water, perpetually shrouded in mist, now had its clouds and fog completely dispersed by the Susanoo's pressure, revealing the continuous islands and bustling ports below.

The ninjas and civilians of the Land of Water looked up. Upon seeing the sky-obscuring colossal shadow carrying the aura of destruction, they instantly fell into extreme panic.

"What is that thing?!"

"Is it an enemy? Quickly activate the barrier!"

"It's useless! That pressure... I can't even move!"