Giant Tenseigan

"Let's go check if the item is still there first."

Hyuga Qinglan withdrew his gaze and looked up at the sky.

The sky was clear and vast, the light was pristine, and the clouds were blown high by the wind.

At a glance, it truly looked like a fine day for a celebration.

Yet, there was always a feeling here that made him uncomfortable.

Hyuga Qinglan pulled his hood back up, lowered his posture, and darted rapidly in the direction of his memories.

It didn't take long for him to arrive near the cliff on the west side of the village.

Near the cliff face grew an old, crooked tree.

Behind this old tree, layers of vines hung down, concealing an inconspicuous cave.

That was exactly where he had hidden the item.

His Byakugan activated silently.

"The seal is still there..."

Hyuga Qinglan's eyes flickered.

It seemed that no one had discovered this place during his absence.

He did not lower his guard; instead, he stepped even more cautiously and slipped sideways into the depths of the cave.

As he ventured deeper, the seemingly ordinary stone wall at the very back finally appeared before him.

Hyuga Qinglan reached out, purple chakra slowly condensing in his palm, gradually manifesting into a soft halo of light.

Then, he pressed his palm gently against the stone wall.

Hum...

As the sealing formula was activated, the patterns on the stone wall lit up slightly, rippling outward like water waves.

The heavy stone wall began to slide slowly to both sides.

The long-sealed secret was finally revealed once again at this moment.

"Whether in my past life or this one, I can't help but sigh whenever I see it..."

Hyuga Qinglan whispered softly, his gaze landing on the center of the stone platform, a hint of nostalgia inevitably surfacing in his eyes.

Sitting quietly on the stone platform was a humanoid puppet.

A head of snow-white hair cascaded down to its waist, two faint horns grew from its forehead, and its skin was so translucent it hardly seemed like something of this world.

Beneath those closed eyelids, it felt as if a power far exceeding that of ordinary people lay dormant.

And that face...

It was the puppet body he had crafted with his own hands at the Otsutsuki Clan main house, using his past life's appearance as a blueprint.

In terms of strength, it restored fifty percent of his original body, and it might reach even higher if powered by the Tenseigan or his own chakra transmission.

Unlike the traditional puppets of Sunagakure that required chakra threads to operate, this Otsutsuki Puppet, developed by relying on the power of the Tenseigan, did not need chakra threads for control at all.

As long as his own chakra was injected into it, it could operate autonomously as if it were a living being.

More importantly, it could also be controlled remotely.

This was the true reason why Hyuga Qinglan had come here early specifically to retrieve this puppet.

If he wanted to walk freely in this chaotic world, interfere in the situation, and even pry open the direction of the future, he could not be forever bound by the identity of a Konoha ninja.

There were some things Hyuga Qinglan could not do.

But another identity could.

Of course, he was also very clear.

Once he activated this puppet now, the Otsutsuki Clan on the moon would likely be able to detect it.

However, even if they detected it, it did not mean Hyuga Qinglan would hesitate because of it.

He grabbed the puppet, and purple chakra flowed into it continuously.

"I just don't know..."

Hyuga Qinglan's eyes were deep, his voice extremely light.

"My dear clansmen, how many are left?"

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In the vast and boundless universe, the moon formed by the Six Paths Chibaku Tensei floated lonely in the starry sky.

On the surface, it appeared entirely desolate.

Dust covered the land, and craters from meteorite impacts were visible everywhere.

Yet, in stark contrast to this was the interior of the moon.

Here, there were mountains, water, fish and shrimp swimming in clear lakes, and birds and beasts moving through the forests.

However, whether it was the desolation on the surface of the moon or this near-paradisiacal scene inside the moon.

They all shared one common trait.

Dead silence...

Those endless stretches of ancient architecture might have once carried the glory of an entire era of the Otsutsuki Clan.

But now, only broken walls and ruins remained.

The traces of human life had almost been completely erased by time.

The artificial "sun" hanging high in the sky continuously illuminated the interior of the moon, keeping this world in perpetual brightness.

And on the central ring island, a few scattered figures were busy moving back and forth, maintaining the giant golden eye shrouded in layers of massive facilities.

"If we repair it a bit more today, it should be just about done."

An Otsutsuki elder with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles leaned on his cane, walking slowly toward the giant Tenseigan.

He gathered chakra at his forehead, cautiously probing the giant Tenseigan.

"Elder, you should go and rest first..."

A slightly younger member of the Otsutsuki Clan stood to the side, his eyes also tightly shut, his tone filled with unconcealable worry.

"After all, your body..."

The old man did not turn back, merely waving his hand gently.

"Yuku, your mission... is more important than mine."

"Our generation has already completed what we were meant to do."

"And the future of the next generation must be entrusted to the descendants."

He paused, as if recalling something, then spoke slowly: "Among us, the one whose bloodline is closest to our ancestor is you."

"And Aoshiki of the main branch..."

At the mention of this, the elder's expression dimmed for a fleeting moment, but he quickly returned to a state of calm.

"But all of that is in the past."

"Our next goal is already very clear."

"The Tenseigan is almost repaired; we only need to wait for the birth of the child with the purest bloodline..."

As he said this, a look of near-paranoid ruthlessness suddenly appeared on his turbid, aged face.

"At that time, we will go to the lower realm to reclaim the Byakugan of the Hyuga Clan."

"When that moment comes, the power of the Tenseigan... will be enough for us to inherit the will of our ancestor Hamura and completely destroy the ninja world left behind by the Sage of Six Paths!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly began to cough violently.

"Cough... cough cough!"

Yuku quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Elder, please go and rest. Leave this to me; nothing will go wrong."

The old man gasped for a long time, finally catching his breath. He slowly raised his hand, pressing it onto the back of Yuku's hand, his voice strained yet still stubborn:

"You must... pass this will on to your child..."

Otsutsuki Yuku's expression jolted, and he nodded heavily.

"I understand."

He signaled with his hand, and soon four or five puppets hurried over, carefully helping the old man away.

After the elder left, Yuku turned back around to look at the giant Tenseigan, which was emitting a brilliant golden radiance.

Beneath those tightly shut eyelids, his expression gradually turned resolute.

"The will of our ancestors..."

"I will definitely accomplish it..."

He murmured in a low voice, as if swearing an oath to his ancestors.

However, in the very next instant, his expression suddenly shifted.

"Hm?"

The light of the giant Tenseigan seemed to have dimmed, if only for a fleeting, infinitesimal moment.

The change was so subtle that one might have thought it was merely an illusion.

Yuku furrowed his brows, immediately gathering chakra at his forehead to inspect it again, thoroughly and carefully.

But no matter how he checked, the giant Tenseigan showed no abnormalities; it remained perfectly intact, its power flowing steadily and completely.

"Was it an illusion?"

Yuku stood in place, silent for a long time.

He stared at the brilliant, magnificent giant Tenseigan for a very, very long time.

But in the end, he slowly let out a breath.

"As expected... it was an illusion."

He turned around, preparing to study the ancient texts left behind by Otsutsuki Hamura later.

After all, only by constantly remembering and understanding the will within those words could their bloodline truly fulfill the meaning of its existence.

And just after he turned away.

The light of the giant Tenseigan dimmed ever so slightly for a fleeting moment once again.

Immediately, it returned to normal.