Ōtsutsuki Xushi

The journey of the freckles has never stopped.

Even before Yoru made a move, Uchiha Madara and the Senju Clan brothers had already joined forces to sweep through the Five Great Shinobi Villages, their momentum unstoppable and invincible.

The so-called Allied Ninja Army was nothing more than a group of hastily banded-together, frightened birds. Faced with the suppression of Wood Release and Susanoo, coupled with the extremely sinister Flying Thunder God and the unpredictable Water Release, they were utterly powerless to fight back.

Madara's Susanoo shattered the earth; each strike of his sword seemed to proclaim the end of the so-called "balance of the Ninja World."

The Kazekage's Iron Sand, the Tsuchikage's Rock Fist, the Mizukage's Water Release... all became insignificant background elements. Those self-proclaimed Kage Level beings were as fragile as infants under the gaze of the Rinnegan.

They are not fighting a war; they are being forced to participate in a doomed purge.

The war of unification was much simpler than anyone imagined.

In just seven days, the once proud "Five Great Nations" of the Ninja World were reduced to only one voice— Konoha!

Hahahaha!

Amidst the post-war ruins, Madara stood atop a high place, his Susanoo form dissipating. He laughed wildly, his laughter almost drowning out the sky.

"Hashirama, you see... Your so-called peace ideals are no match for the satisfaction of being defeated by my sword!"

From the day Cloud Village reduced to ashes, the Senju Clan Brothers fell into silence.

Hashirama especially heavy-hearted—the man who had single-handedly created order in the Ninja World could now only watch helplessly as his ideals were crushed to pieces in fire and blood.

But Madara, the more he fought, the more insane and mad he became.

After conquering each village, he would climb to a high place, laugh, and utter wild words.

He stood atop the rubble, his golden Susanoo cloak billowing in the wind, like a war god shattering an era:

"The so-called 'shadows' are nothing more than a few barking dogs!"

"Tobirama, I remember you used to love conducting human experiments—don't worry, I won't bury you. I'll let you experience firsthand what it's like to be used as 'material'."

He was arrogant and flamboyant, like a victor, or a madman waiting for the whole world to kneel before him.

But the night was not entirely still.

He quietly revisited this time and space, his first target being the deeply hidden "Jigen".

There was no need for further probing or small talk.

A near-overwhelming battle erupted, the sky trembled, space was cleaved like glass, and Isshiki's Chakra roared like a tsunami, yet it was still easily suppressed.

Jigen was defeated, and the controlled Ōtsutsuki Isshiki was also thrown into Yoru's "Ten-Tails" at the end of the battle.

This Ten-Tails is no longer comparable to the monster from the original Ninja World.

It's more like... a container, a door leading to the abyss.

Afterwards, Yoru personally absorbed the Ten-Tails into his own "Ninja World".

That's right—he is already the Lord of the Realm.

The original Ninja World, or more precisely, the entire "Earth dimension," has long since deviated from its old coordinates under the control of Night.

He can reconstruct, fold, and shrink the entire world at will.

That was a true "pocket world".

Moon

A figure silently appeared above the moon's gravity, upright and as steady as a mountain, hovering in the void, looking down at the pale and lifeless planet below.

His gaze passed over the ruins of the Otsutsuki Clan deep within the lunar soil, landing on that blue planet, his eyes cold and icy.

"These coordinates... were once jointly managed by Kaguya and Isshiki."

"But what about this group of inferior bloodline remnants... and the chaotic Chakra scattered all over that planet?"

His tone contained no anger, only pure contempt.

The visitor was none other than -- Otsutsuki Clan.

He wore a magnificent robe with a predominantly dark purple hue, embroidered with intricate and eerie Ōtsutsuki Main Family totems. The totem patterns swirled like a starry abyss, seemingly devouring light and reason.

A wide jade belt cinched around her waist, and high boots inlaid with gemstones on her feet; with each step she took, it seemed to cause a barely perceptible tremor in the surrounding space.

He was originally a high-ranking soldier from the same clan, and was tasked with cleaning up damaged star fields and recovering energy fragments that had not been fully absorbed by the God Tree.

During a routine cleaning, he inadvertently sensed a peculiar fluctuation—it was not ordinary Chakra, but a stable, almost lawless manifestation of the Six Paths power.

This fluctuation does not belong to our family's collection, nor does it originate from any recorded God Tree.

It is ancient and profound, yet exceptionally complete, like a seed that embodies the very essence of rules.

He had long since given up hope of promotion, but this aura seemed to be an opportunity tailor-made for him.

Following the fluctuations, he finally pinpointed the planet that was marked as "under processing" in the family tree—Earth.

However, when he arrived on the moon and looked down at that blue star, a hint of doubt and greed surfaced in his eyes:

"... Chakra has spread out like this? Even Kaguya and Isshiki's auras have disappeared?"

He said in a deep voice, and with a light tap of his fingertip, a white light transformed into a probe, penetrating deep into the remaining Otsutsuki Clan ruins on the ground.

Moments later, the probe turned to dust.

"Ha... The administrator and the sacrificer have both gone missing? This planet seems like a forgotten legacy."

His gaze slowly turned towards the Earth, a very faint smile playing on his lips:

"Since that's the case, then let's redistribute it. That power of the Six Paths Manifestation... belongs to me."

He slowly extended his right palm, his five fingers loosely clenched, and a point of white light gathered in his palm, as if he were drafting a divine decree, announcing that a devouring would begin from this moment.

However, at that very moment, the void trembled slightly.

A crack silently tore through space, and a hand emerged from the fissure, its long joints wrapped in black and gold lightning patterns, like a blade of divine judgment, pointing directly at this desolate star field.

A deep, indifferent voice then rang out, as if awakening from eternal silence:

"... Finally decided to show your face?"

Ye stepped out of the void, his long robe fluttering slightly in the wind, the black and gold patterns flowing like star trails. His eyes were calm and still, yet contained a suffocating pressure.

With each step he took, the space behind him subtly distorted, as if the dimensions themselves were rearranging to accommodate his presence.

His gaze fell on Xu Shi, scrutinizing him for a moment with a hint of doubt:

"Oh?"

"You are... a member of the Ōtsutsuki Main Family?"

His tone was calm, but it carried a hint of surprise—the person before him was neither Momoshiki nor Kaguya, nor even mentioned in any of his memories of the remaining records of the Otsutsuki Clan.

Ye's eyes narrowed slightly as he murmured to himself:

"My intervention in the timeline... has actually attracted previously unseen side characters?"

"Has the butterfly effect already begun?"

Xu Shi's gaze darkened.

His intuition told him that the person before him seemed to possess the bloodline of the Otsutsuki Clan, yet he exuded an extremely distorted sense of oppression—as if the structure of the world in which the other party existed was above all the rules he knew.

He spoke in a deep voice:

"You are... an elder of this family?"

"No... who are you?"

Night gently raised her hand, pointing to the blue planet below:

"That planet is connected to me."

He slightly raised his gaze, looking directly at Xu Shi, his tone as decisive as a judgment:

"And you... trespasser, you must either submit or die!"