With These Eyes, Victory Is Inevitable

With these eyes, victory is inevitable.

"From this moment on, whether it is space, time, or mass, everything is under my control."

As he said this, the hideous spectral bodies beside the Ghost King vanished, replaced by another Fang Xiu who held a Kunai and spoke with the same expressionless tone, "For the next 72 hours, I will continuously pierce your body with this Kunai."

With that, both Fang Xius raised their hands and stabbed directly toward the Fusang Ghost King, and it seemed there was only one path left before him:

To endure it all.

"Ah!"

The first scream rang out.

In the past, the Ghost King could withstand the pain of being torn apart by his own kind, but now, he was in agony.

The reason?

Nothing else.

Fang Xiu had added a little something extra; the Lightning Release nature transformation he had held back earlier was now being transmitted into the old Fusang ghost through the Kunai, and the effect was naturally outstanding.

I do not know how much time passed—it felt like an eternity, yet perhaps it was only an instant—when the Ghost King opened his eyes and saw another version of himself within his line of sight! He, too, was bound by five inescapable black chains, and opposite him, two more Fang Xius appeared.

"This is..."

The Ghost King looked at everything in disbelief, seemingly realizing what was happening and resisting the fate about to befall him.

"In the world of Tsukuyomi."

"Regardless of time, space, or mass."

"Everything is under my control."

Reciting the cold judgment like a script, the two newly appeared Fang Xius raised their hands and began rhythmically stabbing the Kunai, flickering with lightning, into the Ghost King's body like mechanical tools.

"Ha... ha..."

This was not laughter, but the gasping of someone in extreme pain. The old Fusang ghost braced himself, attempting to use a secret technique to steady his mind: Calm down, stay calm. No matter how real the illusion is, it is nothing more than a reflection in a mirror.

Fang Xiu tilted his head, his pinwheel-like tomoe spinning as if he could see through the ghost's thoughts: "My ocular jutsu surpasses yours. Can you understand what these eyes represent?"

As he spoke, he stabbed deeper into the body.

"The pain produced here is by no means an illusion; it will be fed back into reality."

With these words, cold-blooded as the Fusang Ghost King was, he was in so much pain that he had no desire left to speak.

Wild laughter?

Without absolute strength, one is bound to receive a brutal beating.

"How long can your mental fortitude last? Since you chose this path, then enjoy it properly."

As he spoke, the Kunai, imbued with lightning-attribute chakra, was driven even deeper by Fang Xiu.

The Fusang Ghost King roared and looked up, seeing a red moon hanging in the sky, while all around him were chains, each binding a familiar figure.

And all around him, he was surrounded by the man who filled him with despair.

"71 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds remaining." Countless Fang Xius spoke in unison, once again picking up their Kunai simultaneously.

"How, how is this possible..."

"After such torment, only..."

"A mere second has passed?!"

Having read relevant memories, the Fusang Ghost King was no stranger to modern units of time, which was why he could not understand—he could no longer remember how many times he had been tortured to the point of madness, but it had definitely been longer than a second.

But clearly, everything was just as Fang Xiu had said: in this illusionary realm, all things were under his control! As the ghost's willpower and resistance dropped significantly once more, the consumption of Fang Xiu's ocular power naturally decreased, making the replication of this knock-off Tsukuyomi world increasingly effortless.

"If you have any secret techniques, you can offer them up."

"It might reduce some of the pain."

"Isn't leaving this world peacefully a form of liberation?"

The old Fusang ghost: "..."

Throughout the entire interrogation, the torture never ceased; he could not find a single opportunity to speak!

"Tell me, how was that illusory samurai projection cultivated?"

"Old ghost, as long as you tell the truth." "All of you, tell the truth."

"End this agonizing torture, starting the very next moment."

Clearly, Fang Xiu viewed this Ming Dynasty Fusang old-timer as a source of loot, hoping to squeeze out more residual value rather than just the fixed main quest rewards.

Therefore, while he spoke, the Kunai in his hands never stopped for a moment, pushing the pressure to the limit!

"What other secret techniques do you know?"

"Tell the absolute truth."

"Just because one of you doesn't say it, doesn't mean the others won't. Make your choice quickly."

At this moment, all the Fang Xius stopped their hands simultaneously, and the Ghost King, who had been in a constant state of abuse, felt a sense of happiness—even if it was twisted and pathological, it was still a form of happiness.

"Do not let even longer suffering force you into making the correct choice."

"Here, time does not synchronize with the outside world."

As he spoke, Fang Xiu and his countless mirror images raised their hands mechanically once more. Before they could strike, the restrained Fusang Ghost King—

"Ah!!!"

"No more, I'll talk."

And this pulled back the curtain on the prologue.

"Let me speak, stop the torture, I am a victim too, just one of the poor souls previously devoured by that guy Asō..."

A stroke of blind luck.

It was purely because the Ghost King had used a mental attack first; otherwise, Fang Xiu would never have imitated a Tsukuyomi space! But... the effect was truly excellent.

One must realize that this guy barely counted as an aggregate, having become exceptionally powerful by devouring other ghosts of his kind.

He succeeded because of this, and he would fail because of this.

If he had been in a stable state and not on the verge of collapse, these consciousnesses would never have had the chance to awaken, serving only as another trump card for the Ghost King.

As for now?

They were coming out one by one to backstab the Ghost King, begging only for a quick death.

Was this level of mental power due to these eyes? Possessing them, victory seemed like a matter of course.

The Ghost King, his consciousness sinking, struggled to open his eyes again. Standing opposite him were rows upon rows of Fang Xiu.

--Raise hand.

--Stab.

In fact, Fang Xiu had never intended to let the main consciousness go, lest some other trouble arise.

As for the other awakened ghosts, he could grant them a swift end, provided they gave him what he wanted—a simplified version of Fa Tian Xiang Di, which might provide an important reference for the further development of his Susanoo.

"Speak. If your stories don't match, the execution will begin again, and you will fall into boundless despair..."

Before he could finish, the spirits, desperate for a quick death, scrambled to answer first, proving with facts that the illusion path under the branch of mental power was never a useless gimmick.

A long time passed.

Having obtained the secret technique as he wished, Fang Xiu looked at the Fusang Ghost King, whose mind was nearly dead from the torture of Tsukuyomi. The red light between his eyes flashed, and his Mangekyō began to rotate in reverse.

"Release!"

Outside.

In the massive dueling arena formed by Deep Forest Emergence and Sage Art: Ten Thousand Mile Earth Style Wall, only one second had passed.

It was only the blink of an eye for Xiaogui and Ma Shangfeng!

They saw the old Fusang ghost, who had just raised his head with a smug, ferocious grin on his face, suddenly become faint and translucent. He tilted his head back slightly—

Before him, Fang Xiu, who was looking down at him with a cold, detached gaze, remained indifferent. The eyes in his sockets were filled with an eerie, mysterious, and unconventional beauty.

Subconsciously, he reached out to grab him.

But his speed was agonizingly slow.