The prototype of Kekkei Mōra completed its final pulse in Xuan's body, and a pressure that surpassed all known powers in this world swept across the entire battlefield like an invisible storm.
That is not pure chakra, but a manifestation of higher-dimensional "rules".
The air seemed to have solidified into amber, and every movement and even thought of every coalition ninja was infinitely slowed down in front of this force, reduced to a solid brushstroke on the god's canvas.
The light dissipated, and Xuan Jing was suspended quietly in the air. What was lingering around him was no longer the violent chakra, but circles of dark silver halo, like a star ring.
The vine patterns on his body surface came to life completely, pulsing slowly like black meridians, and every ups and downs resonated with the pulse of this world.
The bright Divine Seed between the eyebrows is no longer a simple aggregate of energy, but like a real eye, a "god's eye" that understands the origin of all things and overlooks the long river of time.
"Kurama... Are you shaking?"
In the spiritual world, Naruto felt an unprecedented tremor coming from his partner inside his body.
It was not anger or hatred, but an instinctive fear originating from the deepest part of life when facing natural enemies.
"Shut up, kid!" Nine-Tails's voice was hoarse and low, "This guy... is no longer a creature we can understand. His existence itself denies everything we know!"
On the battlefield, Fourth Raikage A, the strong man who surpassed Shinobi World with his speed and strength, felt like his muscles were filled with lead water at this moment.
The Lightning Release Chakra Mode that he was proud of was still crackling on the surface of his body, but the power that was enough to split mountains and seas was as small as Fire Fly to Haoyue in front of the realm radiated by Xuan.
He couldn't even muster the slightest courage to rush forward, because his fighting instinct was screaming madly, warning him that any form of attack would be self-destruction.
On the other side, Sasuke was kneeling on one knee, panting violently, and the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth dyed his clothes red.
The backlash just now was far more than just physical harm, it was also a kind of causal obliteration.
He could clearly feel that some connection between himself and the "future" had been abruptly severed.
The keen intuition about the direction of the battle that had saved him countless times in battles became completely blank at this moment.
He was like a chess piece that had been removed from the chessboard, completely disqualified from participating in the game.
"Did you see it?" Xuan's eyes indifferently swept across the frightened, desperate, and confused faces below. His voice was not loud, but it clearly echoed in the depths of everyone's souls. "The so-called destiny is just a track laid by the strong for the weak. And now, I am the one who defines the track."
Chiyo Saori and Baba stood side by side on the ruins of the shrine, with fanatical worship on their faces.
They were the only close witnesses of this miracle.
Baba's body was still trembling slightly due to the aftereffects of the earth chakra being drained, but his eyes were shining with an unprecedented light.
"Half a year..." He murmured to himself, "Saori Master, you said that we no longer need to defend for half a year... I understand, I completely understand. When the master rules the world, the whole world will be our territory, what else do we need to defend?"
Chiyo Saori didn't answer, just looked at the figure who looked like the creation god with fascination.
She knew that from this moment on, the history of the Uchiha Clan, no, the entire history of Shinobi World, would be completely rewritten.
Xuan slowly raised his right hand. In the palm of his hand, a beam of extreme blackness and a beam of pure silvery white entangled and circled with each other, forming a stream of light that was constantly annihilating and creating.
The black is the end of swallowing up everything; the silver is the beginning of reshaping all things.
He didn't form any seals, nor did he mobilize the huge chakra in his body, he just waved it casually.
A scene appeared that was enough to completely collapse the worldview of everyone present.
"Stab--"
There was a sharp sound as if even the space itself was wailing, and the sky above the entire battlefield was like a canvas, with a huge and ferocious crack torn open by the black and white light stream!
That is not the portal of Space-Time Ninjutsu, but a more essential and rough "World Break".
At the edge of the crack are fragments of broken space laws, shining with a dangerous light that does not belong to this world.
On the other side of the crack is a strange world that cannot be described in words.
The outline of an unimaginably majestic imperial city stood quietly in the void.
That city was made up not of bricks and stones, not of metal, but of mountains of densely packed white bones!
Countless huge skeletons formed the city wall, ferocious skulls turned into arrow towers, and spines like giant pillars supported the dome of the temple.
The entire city exudes a sense of death and desolation that spans hundreds of millions of years, as if it is the cemetery of countless civilizations.
The brains of the coalition ninjas shut down instantly, and all the knowledge and common sense they had learned throughout their lives was crushed to pieces at this moment.
What is this?
Hell?
Or some alien space that has never been recorded?
"The old era is over." Xuan's voice sounded again, with a hint of majesty announcing and a hint of nostalgia that was almost a sigh, "Now, it's my turn to write the first chapter."
The moment the voice fell, a sudden change occurred in the Bone Imperial City!
Deep in the dark city, first a pair, then ten pairs, a hundred pairs, thousands of pairs... Finally, billions of densely packed crimson pupils slowly opened!
Each pair of those eyes is strikingly similar to Xuan's Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, but they are purer, colder, and full of absolute obedience and fanaticism.
They did not look at the coalition forces below. Instead, they rushed across the endless space and focused their gaze on their creator and their only master, Xuan.
What kind of look is that?
Like the most devout believers, welcoming their only god; and like the most loyal people, welcoming their long-lost emperor.
The entire battlefield was completely silent, with only the soul-freezing cold wind seeping out from the crack in space.
Everyone in Allied Shinobi Forces, including Naruto and Sasuke, felt an unprecedented sense of insignificance.
What they had fought against before was just Xuan.
And now, what they will face is a terrifying civilization led by gods and composed of billions of monsters!
Xuan slowly retracted his hand and stood quietly in front of the crack, as if waiting for something.
He did not immediately let his people come, nor did he look at the ants below.
The crack in the sky that was torn open did not heal because of the dissipation of power.
It just stands in the sky above the shrine, like a scar that will never heal, constantly pouring an ominous and depressing atmosphere from another dimension into the world.
Waves of low humming sounds, as if countless souls were singing together, faintly came from the depths of the cracks, becoming clearer and louder, indicating that a real "heavenly tilt" far beyond everyone's imagination was about to come.