Jiraiya's sage soul power was rich and powerful, and the souls of Shima and Fukasaku were steeped in natural energy. They were all excellent nourishment for his soul, helping it transform.
He closed his eyes, a faint trace of pleasure appearing on his face, as if he were savoring the most delicious food in the world.
Inside him, the three souls were gradually broken down and assimilated by Ōkuninushi's power, becoming pure soul power that flowed into his own soul and nourished it. His aura grew ever more powerful and strange, and the pressure around him became increasingly suffocating.
A moment later, Genki slowly opened his eyes. A rich red gleam flashed through his scarlet Nine Magatama Sharingan. The impatience in his gaze had long since vanished, leaving only cold indifference and a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction.
Jiraiya, Shima, and Fukasaku—three figures once renowned throughout the Shinobi World—had been gravely wounded with ease, reduced to nothingness, and had their souls devoured completely, becoming stepping stones on his path to greater strength.
He lowered his head and indifferently surveyed Sarutobi Hiruzen, slumped on the ground below and utterly consumed by despair, then the remaining Ninja, trembling in fear. His tone stayed cool and detached. "Who else dares stand in my way?"
As his words fell, Takamagahara Power erupted around him once more. A slight twitch of his fingertips sent more stars breaking free from the heavens, hurtling toward the Shinobi World with the force to destroy everything. The tide of destruction swept across the battlefield again, more violent and terrifying than before.
Sarutobi Hiruzen lay sprawled on the ground, completely drained of the strength to fight back. The light in his eyes had gone out, leaving nothing but boundless despair—
Jiraiya was dead, his soul devoured as well. No one