Mangekyo

"Is this the power of myth!"

Watching the phantom dragon shadow rampaging in mid-air, Guo Wang felt the tomoe in his right eye, hidden beneath bandages, spinning frantically until it automatically transformed into the pattern of a Mangekyo.

Below in the canyon, a colossal Demonic Statue stood tall. From its body, several black receivers extended, piercing the spine of a red-haired youth and continuously draining his immense life force, which then manifested as a pale purple phantom dragon slaughtering all living beings present.

"Lord Danzo, what should we do next?"

A Root member in a white trench coat asked with a trembling voice. He was an Elite Jonin who had survived the mountains of corpses and seas of blood during the Shinobi World War, but the terrifying, god-like scene before him still made even this Anbu expert feel a chill in his heart. The most elite troops of Amegakure were falling one after another like souls stripped away, collapsing without a single wound on their bodies, letting out deathly wails.

Meanwhile, the leader of Amegakure, known as the "Demi-God" and a man qualified to contend for the title of the strongest in the shinobi world, Hanzo, could only dodge left and right using the Body Flicker Technique under the pursuit of the translucent dragon shadow, unable to get even an inch closer to the red-haired youth protected beneath the Demonic Statue.

"Dispose of all our traces and leave this place."

Guo Wang estimated the power possessed by this body and compared it to the red-haired youth's massive life force, unable to help but shake his head.

Even if he and Hanzo joined forces, their chance of victory would be less than fifty percent.

Having just descended into this world, knowing everything only through Danzo's memories, he still needed time to familiarize himself with and adapt to this energy called "Chakra."

"But that is the Rinnegan..."

The Anbu beside him, though still terrified of the Demonic Statue, instinctively did not want to give up on these mythical eyes.

"Aburame Torune, if you lacked that youth's life force, you would be drained of all your Chakra the moment you touched the Rinnegan."

As a Cultivator who had dabbled in all Three Branches of the Dao Realm, Guo Wang had seen thousands of secret techniques and understood that only controlled power was true power; power that exceeded one's own capacity was merely a death warrant.

"Furthermore, there is an existence with the same power as my right eye lurking nearby, yet you have detected nothing. For now, I do not wish to attract too much attention."

During his decades within the Five-Colored Stone, Guo Wang had only been able to temper his own spiritual power, so he was extremely wary of those two mysterious yet profound auras.

He could sense their souls like torches, yet he saw only a void.

"It seems, unlike the power residing in my right eye, this is the most obscure and profound Space-Time!"

After activating the Mangekyo in his right eye, Guo Wang had roughly tested his so-called Dojutsu. It was a common ability for a Sharingan, but after ascending, it had transformed into a forbidden power capable of breaking the limits of the physical body.

Unfortunately, because he possessed only one Mangekyo, this power was incomplete and required a special accumulation process to be used perfectly.

Before leaving, Guo Wang glanced back at the increasingly withered red-haired youth, looking at his deepening purple Rinnegan, and a thought couldn't help but surface in his mind.

"We will definitely meet again in the future, with power no less than those eyes of yours."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The masked Anbu turned into black shadows and vanished.

"As you command, Lord Danzo."

Left behind to clean up the battlefield, Aburame Torune, who had used his insects to expand the search range and finally discovered some clues on the side of the mountain peak, felt for the first time just how deep the waters of the shinobi world were.

The moment his insects touched that area, they seemed to turn into amber; though still alive, they were no longer in this world.

Rustle, rustle. The hair-raising sound echoed once more. But under the massive tremors caused by the clash between "myth" and "Demi-God," it drew no one's attention.

Patches of pitch-black insects crawled from the ground into the corpses of the Root ninjas, silently devouring and digesting the bodies of their companions.

Meanwhile, Guo Wang had already led the remaining dozen or so members of Root away from the battlefield.

"Escaping so quickly."

On the other side, the onlooker watching from the sidelines spoke with disdain. A being that did not look human focused all its attention on the Demonic Statue, its eyes filled with fanaticism.

"The empty shell of the Ten-Tails!"

In the canyon, as his subordinates suffered increasingly heavy casualties and his poison gas could not bypass the protection of the giant statue to kill the red-haired youth, Hanzo also began to harbor thoughts of retreat. After once again dodging the phantom dragon's attack with the Body Flicker Technique, this Demi-God of the shinobi world retreated proactively for the first time since his rise to fame.

In the now-empty battlefield, the red-haired youth, his face contorted and his body successfully thinned, stared with vacant, dull Rinnegan eyes at his companions who had completely lost all signs of life.

"Nagato, Yahiko, Konan, I will let you reunite in the world of dreams."

Outside the battlefield, Obito, knowing he had guided the host of the Rinnegan onto the "correct" path, couldn't help but have the scene of Yahiko throwing himself onto a Kunai to commit suicide flash through his mind.

He remembered the girl he had kept in his heart for a lifetime.

The youth gradually gained some understanding; perhaps, this was her choice as well.

But, none of this mattered anymore!

The environment of the Land of Rain could only be described as harsh to someone from Konoha.

Guo Wang walked through the mist-like drizzle; even with an oil paper umbrella, his body was gradually dampened by the rain blown in by the wind.

In such weather, a day or two was fine, but if it continued like this, his mood would certainly not be very good.

However, what made his mood even worse were the corpses of several subordinates who had forever lost their breath.

"Are you... human?"

After leaving that terrifying battlefield, Guo Wang took his Root subordinates, intending to return to the main base. After all, he had just possessed this body and could only say he had mastered it; he also needed to gain a deeper understanding of the energy called Chakra in this world.

At the same time, the Dojutsu known as the Mangekyo also required him to return to Konoha to unleash its true power.

Just as they were about to leave the Land of Rain and step into a dense forest, several white, eerie lifeforms whose auras were completely fused with the trees appeared abruptly behind the Root members, killing his few remaining subordinates with a sneak attack.

"I am White Zetsu, a replica of a human."

Hearing this, Guo Wang saw grains of pitch-black insects appearing on the White Zetsu's body. Aburame Torune, who had caught up to them at some point, had concealed his aura and similarly used a sneak attack to kill an opponent.

Just then, a warning sign flashed in his mind.

Silently and without a trace, three White Zetsu emerged from thin air beneath his feet, their hands transforming into Wooden Spears as they thrust toward the cornered Guo Wang.

In Danzo's position, how would he handle this? Use Chakra, weave signs, cast Ninjutsu, Substitution Technique, or perhaps Wind Release!

Even at this moment, Guo Wang did not forget that he was currently Danzo, and he wanted to handle this ambush using the methods most familiar to Root.

He reached out his hands, intending to weave signs, but felt his body stiffen; the Ninjutsu that should have flowed smoothly was stuck at the very first step.

Damn it, my spirit cannot merge with my flesh—I can't refine Chakra!

Just as Aburame Torune assumed that Danzo had already used the Substitution Technique and was frozen in place, the bandages covering his right eye suddenly unraveled. The Three Tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly, forming a mysterious pattern resembling a shattered mirror, divided into six equilateral segments like a Rhombus Mirror.

"Forget it, I'll use this instead!"