Having left the strange space where the Sage of Six Paths resided, Iori continued her descent towards her destination.
As he descended deeper, he began to hear faint noises, like distant whispers or echoes from within his own heart.
With a soft "pop," as if crossing some invisible boundary, the indistinct noises began to become clear. Various sounds filled the surrounding air:
"What should we eat later? How about Ichiraku Ramen?"
"Watch closely, the key to this Ninjutsu lies in its transformation."
"After the Fifth Hokage's reforms, what should we, the weaker ninjas, do?"
"Great! I've never been good at fighting, now I can finally give up in peace."
"That night's disaster must be related to him, Uchiha Iori... I will tear off your hypocritical mask."
Iori frowned slightly, but he was not bothered by the noise.
Their appearance, on the contrary, is proof that Iori has delved deep into the sea of the subconscious.
As he continued to descend, the surrounding environment became increasingly oppressive. Like a real diver, he felt resistance and pressure coming from all directions.
However, Iori withstood the attack thanks to her powerful soul form; now is not the time to use the Imperial Seal of the Realm.
Upon reaching the depths, he crossed an invisible plane and found himself in a desolate desert.
The sky here was obscured by a sandstorm, the sun relentlessly scorched the earth, and the air was filled with dry heat.
The sand grains danced in the wind, making a rustling sound, like the whisper of this desolate land.
Countless noises rushed into his ears like a storm, so intense that they put immense pressure on Iori's mind.
Iori frowned, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes. He felt his spirit beginning to waver under the impact of these noises, as if he might collapse at any moment.
At this critical moment, Iori had no choice but to use the Imperial Seal of the Realm.
He extracted the power of faith from the jade seal, transforming it into a shield and filter to block and filter out the noise.
Relying on the power of faith, Iori barely managed to catch her breath.
"If I were still the nerdy guy I used to be, I probably would have been crushed by now."
Iori took a deep breath, shook her head with a wry smile, and muttered to herself, "I haven't felt this kind of mental pressure in a long time."
After a short rest, Iori stood up again, and although her steps were unsteady, she never stopped.
"Is the so-called nation and the so-called public opinion really so heavy when they are put into concrete form?"
As time passed, Iori silently pondered, feeling his thinking becoming increasingly sluggish, forgetting everything except remembering that he had to go somewhere, and mechanically moving forward.
His world darkened, the hot desert wind lashed at him like a whip, the intense heat blurred his mind, and his body and consciousness seemed to be gradually collapsing.
He looked around blankly, a series of questions flooding his mind. "Why am I here? Why have I become like this? Why am I acting this way?"
Just as Iori felt he was about to be swallowed up by this endless desert, the hidden device within the jade seal he left behind finally activated.
A warm and powerful force surged from the jade seal, enveloping him.
Before him, scenes from the past unfolded like a movie: his bewilderment upon being reincarnated into the Hokage world, his helplessness in the face of his parents in this life, his gradual acceptance under their meticulous care, and finally, his unbearable grief upon learning of their deaths.
"So, are you going to admit defeat to this world?" A familiar man seemed to appear before Iori, smiling at Iori.
"What a joke! I'll destroy this damn world!" Iori roared.
With that roar, Iori felt a new power surge within him. His body was no longer heavy, and his steps became light.
He began to run, and the desert seemed to shrink beneath his feet. In just a few steps, Iori left the desert and arrived at a golden gate.
Iori stood before the golden door, took a deep breath, and tried to push it open, but the golden door remained firmly in place.
"It seems this is the final hurdle. Is this the lock that humanity has placed on its own hearts? Either gain the approval of the majority through benevolent rule, or gain the submission of the majority through tyrannical rule; otherwise, this door will never be opened."
" Liu Bang entrusted Crimson Sky to me for copying, probably to help me open this door."
Iori calmly pondered, "However, I already have a more suitable weapon."
Iori reached out, and a golden sword appeared in Iori hand.
Upon learning of the final challenge, Iori began using the power of faith to forge this fantasy divine sword.
Fantasy Noble Phantasm: Xuanyuan Sword
Level: EX
The Xuanyuan Sword, also known as the Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword, is the sword of the holy path.
It was cast by the Yellow Emperor using copper collected from the Mount Shou by the Yellow Emperor, and later passed down to Xia Yu.
One side of the sword is engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, while the other side is engraved with mountains, rivers, and vegetation.
One side of the sword hilt is inscribed with the art of farming and animal husbandry, while the other side is inscribed with the strategy for unifying the four seas.
It contains boundless power and is a divine sword for slaying demons and monsters.
As a legendary treasure of humanity and a sword of destiny, no weapon is more suitable than it.
Iori raised the Xuanyuan Sword high, its tip pointing straight to the sky, and poured the faith and prayers she had collected into the sword, bit by bit.
As the power of faith was infused, the Xuanyuan Sword began to emit a deep hum, and the light emanating from its blade, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, pierced through the darkness and illuminated the desert surrounding Iori.
Within the light, the sun, moon, and stars revolved around the sword, slowly rotating as if containing all the mysteries of the universe.
He swung the Xuanyuan Sword down, its light like a ray of dawn breaking through the darkness, striking the gate. The sword light, carrying the wishes of Iori and everyone else, dissolved the lock on the gate.
Iori gripped the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, gathering all her strength into the tip of the blade, and then swung it down fiercely.
The sword light, like a ray of dawn breaking through the sky, pierced the heavens and crashed into the golden gate.
The sword light not only carried Iori's wishes, but also gathered the prayers of everyone: may peace last forever, may famine end, may loved ones be healthy, and may children be happy.
These wishes helped the sword light melt away the lock on the gate.
After a long tug-of-war, the lock on the gate finally disappeared under the power of the sword light, and the gate slowly opened towards Iori.
As the gate swung open, Iori put down the Xuanyuan Sword and calmly walked inside.
Upon entering the core space, Iori's spirit instantly merged with the entire world, slowly dissolving and constantly regenerating.
As this process unfolds, Iori's spirit continuously permeates the world, slowly transforming it into his colors.