At that moment, a crack suddenly split open in the altar beneath Yomi's feet.
Dark, sinister chakra seeped out from within. Then a shadow quietly emerged.
The clay clone shattered, crumbling to pieces.
"My supreme master, you are free—"
Yomi's eyes were feverish with madness as he knelt reverently on the altar.
Then Yomi slowly revealed his origins.
He had been one of the first followers of the Yomi Cult.
Thanks to dark Medical Ninjutsu, he had not only survived to this day but also retained his youthful appearance.
For decades, he had been preparing to release Gashadokuro.
He had joined the Akatsuki Organization at Obito's invitation, but only to use its power to undo Gashadokuro's seal.
He had never expected Obito to release Gashadokuro of his own accord.
Obito might have been using him, but whatever the case, the outcome was good.
"My true body is still sealed in the Land of Swamps. I cannot survive for long in spirit form—"
Gashadokuro's voice was hoarse and low, like a beast's growl.
"Use my body as your vessel."
Yomi tore open the wound on his chest with both hands, revealing a hollow cavity.
"Very well."
Gashadokuro turned into a streak of black light and shot into Yomi's chest.
Vast amounts of Dark Chakra surged through Yomi's body like a tide, sending his power soaring. In the blink of an eye, he evolved from a Special Jonin into a Kage Level shinobi.
He had become a Jinchuriki in another sense.
A twisted, evil smile curled Yomi's lips as he took out a needle and thread and quickly stitched up the wound on his chest.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A few seconds later, Yomi put on his shirt and gazed at the restless Ghost Army around him, laughing maniacally.
"Ghost Army, follow