Magatsunokami! Ōkuninushi!

Uchiha Genki was utterly consumed by the despair of his mother and sister's tragic deaths.

His consciousness drifted in the darkness, his reason long shattered, leaving only primal pain and unwillingness.

It was this extreme emotion that acted like a key, unlocking the terrifying Dojutsu slumbering within him.

In a state of complete unconsciousness, his body spontaneously activated these two forbidden Dojutsu, capable of overturning the ninja world!

"Bzzzz--!!!"

A dull hum echoed through heaven and earth. Centered on Genki, a domain as black as ink instantly spread out.

Where the domain passed, the air seemed to be sucked dry. The originally crimson night deepened, and a bone-chilling cold replaced the bite of the night wind. Countless twisted, spectral patterns flowed along the domain's edge, like the gates of Yomi slowly opening.

This was the Yomi Hell belonging exclusively to the Magatsunokami, which in an instant, completely enveloped the entire Uchiha compound!

The next second, a terrifying scene unfolded—the souls of the Uchiha clansmen, recently slain by Uchiha Itachi and not yet dispersed, were seized by unseen hands. They let out piercing screams as their pale blue soul bodies were forcibly pulled and twisted in their desperate struggles.

Their struggles were meaningless. Ultimately, they transformed into streams of light, continuously drawn into the depths of the Yomi Domain, becoming nourishment for this terrifying realm.

"What... what Dojutsu is this?!"

Not far away, Uchiha Itachi's pupils contracted to the size of pinpricks. His crimson Mangekyo Sharingan spun violently, his eyes filled with disbelieving horror.

He could clearly sense the terrifying power within the domain, capable of devouring souls. It was a forbidden power far beyond his comprehension, causing every hair on his body to stand on end. An intensely ominous premonition, like a cold viper, instantly coiled around his heart, making his breathing ragged.

He would not allow this power to spread further!

"Amaterasu!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Uchiha Itachi roared.

The burning sensation in his eyes from continuously activating his Mangekyo Sharingan felt like oil poured onto a raging fire. The veins on his forehead bulged, but he didn't even flinch.

The Amaterasu Fire, as black as ink, erupted from his eyes instantly, carrying the ultimate heat to incinerate all things. Like a black fire serpent, it surged madly towards Uchiha Genki's location.

However, just as the Amaterasu Fire was about to touch Genki, a massive, dark phantom suddenly erupted from his body, descending like a curtain from the sky and instantly engulfing him.

Driven by the power of despair, this phantom condensed into form at a visible speed—it was a colossal skeleton dozens of meters tall. Its bones were as black as dark iron, shrouded in dense black mist. Every joint exuded a suffocating pressure. Simply standing there caused ripples to appear in the surrounding space.

"Screeeech--"

The Amaterasu Fire slammed violently against the black skeleton, emitting a harsh burning sound. The black flames licked madly at the bones but could not penetrate the defense of the black mist.

A moment later, the blazing Amaterasu Fire seemed to have its energy drained, gradually dimming until it finally extinguished completely.

Just then, Uchiha Itachi abruptly looked up, his gaze fixed on the sky, his face etched with even greater horror—countless pale blue soul bodies were pouring out from all corners of the Uchiha compound.

Some carried the terror of their final moments, others the ferocity of battle, but now they had lost all self-awareness. Like iron filings drawn to a magnet, they converged madly towards Uchiha Genki!

These were the souls of thousands of Uchiha clansmen he had personally slain!

These soul bodies gathered behind Genki, forming a vast sea of souls, dense and endless to the eye.

Their gazes were vacant and hollow, their expressions stripped away. Clearly, their memories and consciousness had been completely devoured by the Magatsunokami's power, leaving only empty shells to be manipulated.

"Ah--!!!"

The next second, a heart-wrenching scream erupted from Uchiha Genki's throat. His voice was hoarse, like a broken gong, filled with extreme pain, echoing wildly through the silent compound, making one's scalp tingle.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his fingernails digging deep into his scalp. Blood flowed down between his fingers, staining his cheeks red.

The memories of thousands of Uchiha clansmen surged into his mind like a bursting dam!

The desperate cries of a child pierced by a Kunai, the stubbornness of an old man fighting to protect his grandchildren, the resentment and confusion of clansmen facing death, and also those warm daily moments—laughter in the alley, joyous conversations at the dinner table, his mother Hazuki's gentle admonishments, the candy offered by his sister Izumi...

These weren't mere images, but carried the most authentic sensations and emotions!

He could clearly feel the warmth of the child's body, the viscosity of the old man's blood, the coldness of the clansmen's resentment, and the brief warmth brought by those cherished memories. But this warmth was instantly replaced by the agony of their deaths. The two extreme emotions clashed violently in his mind, almost tearing his consciousness apart!

"Get out--!! No--!! All of you, get out--!! Ah--!!!"

He roared frantically, his body uncontrollably falling to the ground, writhing and struggling like a wounded wild dog.

His limbs flailed wildly, gouging deep scratches into the bluestone slabs beneath him. Whimpers escaped his throat, and tears mixed with blood streamed from his eyes, forming a pool of crimson liquid on the ground.

Despair, pain, resentment, unwillingness... countless negative emotions wrapped around his soul like poisonous vines, tearing and crushing it bit by bit.

Yet, he couldn't die—once the Ōkuninushi's power was activated, it could no longer be stopped!

The souls collected by the Magatsunokami, the moment they entered the domain, were simultaneously devoured by the Ōkuninushi's power, continuously pouring into his body.

Along with this extreme pain came an indescribable, immense power!

The Chakra of countless clansmen surged like raging rivers within him;

The rich Soul Power continuously nourished his damaged soul, yet also made the pain more vivid;

And the Sharingan's power from those clansmen, like scattered starlight, converged into a terrifying torrent, assaulting his ocular meridians!