Otsutsuki Dō, Manipulating Malice and Souls

Seeing Orochimaru rapidly heading towards the summit of Mount Myoboku, Uchiha Kō glanced at the Toad, formed hand seals, and Flying Thunder God Technique!

Orochimaru, who was on the run, did not notice Uchiha Kō and was captured the next moment.

Orochimaru was taken aback, and only came to his senses after hearing Uchiha Kō's voice.

"Running is too slow, let's fly." With that, Uchiha Kō's sword finger clenched, and the Chixiao Sword emitted a sword-like sound. Then Uchiha Kō stepped onto the blade of the Chixiao Sword.

The Chixiao Sword flashed red light and traveled a thousand miles, rushing towards the mountaintop.

At the summit of Mount Myoboku, a fierce wind howled and clouds and mist filled the air.

Jiraiya knelt on the ground, leaning slightly forward, his hands supporting him on the ground, panting heavily.

His chest felt as if it had been struck hard by a heavy hammer; every breath was accompanied by a piercing pain, and his heart was pounding like a wild horse.

His once snow-white hair had lost its luster and hung down wetly, as if soaked by rain.

Sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto the ground and mixing with the blood on his body to form a dark red stain.

His clothes were already tattered and worn, and their once vibrant colors were now dulled by blood.

Nude wounds crisscrossed his body, and blood gushed from them, staining the ground beneath him red.

His vision was somewhat blurred, and the scene before him seemed to be veiled by a red gauze.

He was unwilling to let it end like this. He remembered the Great Toad Sage and the teachings of Fukasaku Shima, and their words echoed in his ears, encouraging him not to give up easily.

"I can't just fall like this..." Jiraiya thought to himself, his legs beginning to tremble slightly as he struggled to stand up again.

However, the exhaustion after the battle made his legs feel as if they were weighed down by a thousand pounds, making it difficult to move them even an inch.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his eye sockets were slightly red from the bloodshot. The immortal-like face on his face had also become dull from the sweat and blood, losing its former brilliance.

"Jiraiya, there's really no need to push yourself so hard! You should leave here right now!"

Sage Shima's face was full of worry, and tears streamed down his face like a burst dam.

Looking at Jiraiya before him, Sage Fukasaku felt a pang of sorrow. He gently stroked his sparse hair and then gave a carefree smile, "Yes, Jiraiya, you've done exceptionally well. To have persevered this far, you've given your all. Even if you leave, we will never blame you."

However, Jiraiya's face grew increasingly grim, and he clenched his teeth tightly, as if trying to swallow all the pain.

"I used to be looked down upon by everyone. They all called me the worst student in the class, a useless piece of trash." Jiraiya's voice trembled slightly.

"I am an orphan. I have never had parental love since I was a child. I don't even know what it feels like to be loved by parents."

"I used to think that my life would just pass by uneventfully. I was just an ordinary person with no special talents or outstanding looks."

I thought I would probably always be just an ordinary person, living an ordinary life.

"But by chance, the Sage Fukasaku discovered me and imparted all the Senjutsu of Mount Myoboku to me. I can never repay such a great kindness! Although I did not master the Perfect Sage Mode, I understand that it is my own problem; I lack the talent."

"Even so, when I, a useless half-finished product, encounter a powerful enemy and need help, the two immortals are always there to grant my request!"

"Because my Sage Mode wasn't complete, the two great immortals manipulated Natural Energy to forcefully activate Sage Mode for me!"

"I Jiraiya kept all these things in my heart, one by one. Now, at this critical moment for the survival of Mount Myoboku, although I am weak, I know that a true man has things he will do and things he will not do!"

Having said that, Jiraiya slowly stood up through sheer willpower and perseverance.

"Little Jiraiya..."

"..."

At this moment, Sage Shima was moved to tears, his emotions surging out like a flood, while Sage Fukasaku remained silent, gazing at Jiraiya with a look full of satisfaction.

The emotions between men often don't need many words; a glance or a gesture can convey a thousand words.

At this moment, Sage Fukasaku's silence and gaze spoke volumes, conveying a profound recognition and appreciation for Jiraiya.

"It's truly touching, but it's just touching!" In this moving atmosphere, a figure descended from the sky like a shooting star.

He was expressionless, like an iceberg, his Daoist robe fluttering in the wind, yet giving off an aura of unshakeable power. His eyes were those mysterious Green Rinnegan, revealing endless depth and indifference.

His hair was piled high in a neat and dignified bun, and every movement he made was elegant and composed, exuding an extraordinary and refined air.

"Otsutsuki Dō, as a direct descendant of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, you are willing to submit to the Heavenly Dao, serving him like a lowly servant!"

The Sage Fukasaku was furious, his voice echoing through the air, trembling slightly.

However, facing Sage Fukasaku's angry rebuke, Otsutsuki Dō remained unresponsive. His face was expressionless, and he simply responded with a faint "Oh."

The "oh" was as light as a feather, as if the Sage Fukasaku's accusations were completely ignored.

Otsutsuki Dō had heard such words countless times, and they did not stir any emotion in him whatsoever.

After all, those who had said those things to him never had a good ending; he personally sent them all to hell.

Sage Fukasaku's expression hardened, then he gritted his teeth. Damn it, this guy didn't show any emotion at all!

During battle, excessive emotional fluctuations hinder performance. Sage Fukasaku's trash talk was intended to cause Otsutsuki Dō to lose his composure, thus creating an opportunity for them.

But the Otsutsuki Dō has seen countless people and used countless methods; how could they possibly be defeated by such a setback?

So, Otsutsuki Dō stood there motionless, but faces appeared beneath his feet, and a group of Toad- shaped black shadows from Mount Myoboku emerged from the ground and finally appeared in the real world.

They howled and charged toward Shima, Fukasaku, and Jiraiya, ruled by the Otsutsuki Dō.

The three were momentarily at a loss, caught in a dilemma by this strange ninjutsu.

Just then, Jiraiya thought of Sage Mode! So he gritted his teeth, tossed his hair, Wild Lion's Mane Technique!

His white hair grew longer, transforming into steel needles that pierced every shadowy figure.

The shadowy figure, unable to dodge in time, transformed into black smoke and vanished into the void.

Otsutsuki Dō, however, did not care at all. These were the evil thoughts of those who failed to cultivate Sage Mode, the evil manifestations formed by greed, anger and ignorance. Even if they were destroyed, they would be reborn.

Sure enough, the shadowy figures that had been hit by the Wild Lion's Mane Technique began to coalesce again!

Seeing this, Jiraiya's expression darkened. Was it still not working?

However, Sage Fukasaku said, "Little Jiraiya! Give it your all! Even if you lose, you won't regret it!"

"Little Jiraiya, you've done this long enough! We won't blame you!" Sage Shima said with a gentle smile.

Jiraiya fell silent, then gave a bitter smile, "My two immortals, Jiraiya failed in to live up to your teachings. From today onwards, I fear we may only meet again in the Pure Land!"

The two immortals shook their heads. "Everything is arranged by fate, including today. So, little Jiraiya, don't blame yourself. You will always be our proudest disciple!"

With the help of the two sages, Jiraiya once again transformed into a sage. He threw the two sages into the house, pushed open the door, and rushed out!

Otsutsuki Dō suddenly stood up and looked up at Jiraiya. Humans are truly a strange species. Knowing they are no match, they still fight to the death. This is too foolish.

However, what Otsutsuki Dō didn't know was that it was precisely because of these complex human emotions that they were able to find a glimmer of hope in adversity and thus create miracles.

This is something that those who always weigh the value before taking action cannot do.

"Ultra-Big Ball Rasengan!" Jiraiya roared, and a blue Rasengan appeared in his hand as he charged towards Otsutsuki Dō. Otsutsuki Dō did not panic when he saw Jiraiya coming, but instead dodged to the side.

However, Jiraiya's lips suddenly curled up, and a sense of crisis began to grow wildly from the Otsutsuki Dō's heart.

Otsutsuki Dō's pupils contracted as he saw Jiraiya's Rasengan suddenly enlarge more than tenfold! He immediately summoned countless malevolent thoughts to block the Rasengan's impact speed, giving him time to escape!

Countless malevolent thoughts rushed to block Otsutsuki Dō without a second thought. Otsutsuki Dō breathed a sigh of relief, as the spread of the Big Ball Rasengan slowed down considerably due to the presence of these malevolent thoughts!

He immediately moved away from his original spot, ascended into the sky, and looked down, only to find that Jiraiya and the two hermits from Mount Myoboku had long since left, leaving the place deserted.

He frowned slightly, extended his right hand, and began to calculate. After a moment, his brow relaxed. "Interesting. The most dangerous place is the safest place. You actually dared to continue towards the main hall of Mount Myoboku!"

Otsutsuki Dō laughed, and at the same time, his green Rinnegan turned, and Mount Myoboku Toad appeared beneath his feet.

Unlike their previous malevolent intent, these phantoms possessed pure soul power. Upon being summoned, they immediately glared angrily at Otsutsuki Dō.

However, the next second, Otsutsuki Dō snapped his fingers, and they were instantly unable to move. Then, Otsutsuki Dō's chakra surged, and these pure souls were manipulated by Otsutsuki Dō like puppets.

"With these souls, those two immortals from Mount Myoboku should dare not make a move again! Hehehehe!" Otsutsuki Dō laughed sinisterly.