Half a month later.
Early morning, just before the sun rose.
At the edge of a high mountain, a handsome young man sat cross-legged on the grass, quietly waiting for a certain moment. He looked into the distance, his eyes slowly sharpening as they fixed on the far horizon. As the hazy sun rose, it seemed as though purple mist spread across the sky in an instant. With a focused gaze, he slowly drew a wisp of the purple mist he had captured into his eyes.
As the purple mist entered his pupils.
The young man's eyes instantly brightened, taking on a mysterious air before concealing it once more.
He even said, "The Purple Mist has continued to absorb smoothly! It seems my Eye Refining Method is already more than halfway complete!"
Don't misunderstand.
The youth was not some god king.
He was Uchiha Tenshu, who had settled down in the Land of Birds. Ever since deciphering that cultivation technique from a martial arts world of another dimension, Uchiha Tenshu had begun researching it and examining it from countless angles.
Through deliberate excavation, he had thoroughly uncovered the technique's effects. It would not be an exaggeration to say that even if the technique's founder appeared before Uchiha Tenshu now and competed with him in their understanding and theories of the technique, Uchiha Tenshu would guarantee his own victory.
With the domineering bearing of a founding patriarch, Uchiha Tenshu's ambitions grew ever greater. He was no longer content with merely cultivating; he wanted to go a step further and create a unique technique specifically for his own Sharingan.
After all, as an Uchiha, he made his living through the Sharingan. Not to mention that, with his own mental state, the One-Tomoe Sharingan in each of his eyes could not continue evolving