Under the leaden sky, the strange black rain continued for three days and finally stopped.
The rain, carrying a peculiar smell mixed with rust and blood, seeped into every inch of Naka River Shrine's land, soaking the reactivated ancient stone monument deeper and deeper.
In the air, a vague aftertaste of chakra is still vibrating, as if the ancient roar has been suppressed deep in the throat, leaving only a low resonance.
The seeds of troubled times always germinate in the moistest shadows.
The rubbings of the stone tablet that were taken away from Xuan's nose were quietly passed around among the remnants of the Uchiha Clan who were in exile in various major countries, like sparks that set off a prairie fire.
At first they were just whispers, but then they turned into a loud prophecy. "The true will of Sharingan is about to return, and Scarlet Eye is the false seal of the usurper!"
Naturally, this undercurrent cannot be concealed from Xuan Wenwen's informants across the continent.
In the royal palace of New Uchiha, Xuan Duan was sitting on a throne made of the bones and crystals of psychic beasts.
There was a black crystal core the size of a fist suspended in front of him, with a red light pulsing regularly at the core, just like his other heart.
Hearing the secret report from Chiyo, the corner of his mouth curled up with a cold arc, and his slender fingers tapped lightly on the crystal core, making a crisp sound like gold and stone hitting each other.
"When people no longer fear death," he whispered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty hall, "Then he starts talking extravagantly about 'orthodoxy'."
Chiyo was dressed in a smart outfit, knelt on one knee, and reported the latest information with a solemn expression, "Master Xuan, the border agent sent back an urgent message. The three abandoned Uchiha Clan ancestral halls at the junction of Fire Country, Land of Wind and Land of Earth, in The blood candle was lit at the same moment. A reverse Mangekyō Sharingan pattern drawn with the blood of the tribe was found on the altar. The ritual... is precisely to summon the so-called 'ancestral spirit' in an attempt to break your suppression of the Uchiha Clan bloodline from the spiritual roots."
She raised her head, with a trace of killing intent flashing in her eyes. "My subordinates suggest that we immediately dispatch the third and fifth puppet troops, carrying alchemical explosives, to completely wipe those three strongholds off the map!"
"No need." Xuan's voice was calm and calm, but it carried an undeniable dignity.
He shook his head and looked through the dome of the hall, as if he saw the three altars with bloody candles burning. "It is easy to burn the temple, but it is difficult to destroy the memory. What they worship is the past that has long since decayed. I want them to see with their own eyes - the past is defined by me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire wall behind the throne let out a low roar of mechanical rotation, and slowly split open on both sides, revealing a bottomless dark passage.
"Open the deepest 'Memory Corridor' of the Naka River Underground Palace." Xuan ordered.
Chiyo felt a chill in his heart.
Memory Corridor, that is the core forbidden area of the Uchiha Clan, which seals the last trace of soul reverberation left by the powerful Uchiha Clan masters of all ages before their death since Warring States Era.
That is the history of the Uchiha Clan, the real "inheritance", and the untouchable sanctuary.
Xuan slowly stood up and walked into the darkness.
The wall lamps on both sides of the passage sensed his breath and lit up with faint blue light one by one, illuminating countless pairs of closed Sharingan reliefs on the wall.
He walked to the end of the corridor, where there was nothing but an obsidian wall as smooth as a mirror.
Xuan raised his hand and pressed it between his eyebrows.
There, a diamond-shaped red Divine Seed mark flashed away.
The next moment, the source power named [Myriad Phenomena Devouring System] in his body was completely activated.
In the system space, there are stored the blood inheritance data of dozens of the Uchiha Clan ancestors that he devoured along the way, from the most common single Tomoe to Madara's Eternal Mangekyō, all of them are prepared.
"Reconstruct the reality with me as the main one."
He let out a low shout, and his majestic mental power was like a torrent that broke a dam, carrying the mixed and pure blood inheritance data and slamming into the obsidian wall.
The wall did not shatter, but rippled like water.
A false but logically impeccable memory projection began to be constructed in reverse on the wall.
In the picture, there is a chaotic scene of Warring States Era.
On a piece of scorched earth burned by Amaterasu black flames, dozens of elders dressed in ancient tribal uniforms, whose faces were exactly the same as those recorded in the Uchiha Clan ancient books, were kneeling in front of a blurry figure.
Their eyes were mixed with awe, fear and enthusiasm.
One of the elders headed by him was the great-uncle of Madara Uchiha in historical data, Uchiha Hikaku, who was famous for his staunchness.
Just listen to his old and resonant voice, leading all the elders to swear in unison. "From today on, the blood will return to the dust, but those with strength will carry on the ambition! When Scarlet Eye appears in this world, he will be the new ancestor!"
The moment the vows were made, the scene was frozen.
This carefully woven "history" was burned directly into the core chips of a thousand mechanical night crows that had been prepared by Xuan with the power of Divine Seed.
It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Thousands of mechanical night crows soared silently from the Naka River Shrine sky. They flapped their wings silently and their eyes flashed with an ominous red light. Like a dark cloud of death, they flew over the heavily guarded border of Five Great Nations and appeared precisely over the villages where the Uchiha Clan remnants gathered secretly.
The next second, thousands of night crows started the projection ceremony at the same time.
The interlacing of light and shadow created a huge canopy in the night sky, looping the forged memory projection for a whole stick of incense.
On the ground, civilians who didn't know the truth were frightened out of their wits by this miraculous sight. They knelt down and kowtowed, exclaiming that "the gods appeared."
The remnants of the Uchiha Clan who had just finished the summoning ceremony were completely plunged into chaos and panic.
"Impossible! This... is this true? I have heard the voice of elder Hikaku in the family's illusion recording stone. It is exactly the same!" A young tribesman said tremblingly.
"Sorcery! This is definitely the usurper's sorcery!" Another old man yelled angrily, but his eyes were full of wavering, "But... the clothes of those elders, the style of their family emblems, and even the gestures of Hand Seals are exactly the same as those recorded in the oldest secret scroll... How can this be forged?"
The cornerstone of faith cracked at this moment.
No one can take seriously the impeccable details in the pseudo-memory, and the sense of coercion originating from the depths of the bloodline is so real that it is suffocating.
The next day, on the high platform in front of the New Uchiha King's Palace, a public trial was taking place.
Xuan's crony Baba escorted a middle-aged ninja onto the high platform.
This person's name is Uchiha Setsuna. He was once a branch of the Hidden Leaf Village Uchiha Clan branch. He is well-known among the exiles for his knowledge of family history. He is also one of the core people who participated in the sacrifice last night.
Xuan was still sitting on his throne, looking down at the ashen-faced Uchiha Setsuna.
"You say I am a false emperor," Xuan's voice spread through the entire square through the loudspeaker ninja. "Then, as an 'orthodox' who is familiar with family history, can you tell me why from the Warring States Period to the destruction of Konoha, the words 'Eternal Kaleidoscope' have never appeared in all the last words of our Uchiha ancestors and stone tablet rubbings?"
There was a sudden shock and the pupils shrank suddenly.
This question was like a sharp knife, precisely piercing the weakest part of his faith.
Yes, why?
The existence of Eternal Mangekyō seems to be a concept that suddenly appeared after Madara. There is a blank in the previous history. Everyone agrees that it is a taboo and a secret, but they have never delved into its roots.
Seeing that he was speechless, Xuan sneered and raised his hand.
A ray of red light shot out from his fingertips, instantly piercing Setsuna's eyes.
This is not a devastating attack, but a forceful infusion of pure spiritual power.
That forged memory fragment was roughly and irresistibly implanted into the depths of his mind.
Instant's body twitched violently, and tears of blood flowed from his eyes.
After a moment, he seemed to be crazy, turned around suddenly, and shouted in a hoarse voice to the crowd watching, "We were wrong! We were all wrong! The real inheritance... The real inheritance ended long ago before Madara! Scarlet Eye...Scarlet Eye is the destiny!"
His cry became the straw that broke the camel's back, completely defeating the last remaining will of resistance in the audience.
That night, Xuan came to the deepest part of the Naka River Underground Palace alone again.
This time, what he faced was the real piece of Naka River Stone Stele soaked in black rain.
He stared at the original inscription on the last line of the stone tablet. The writing there had long been blurred by thousands of years of weathering, and no one could decipher its meaning.
He slowly drew out the short blade from his waist and slashed his palm with an expressionless expression.
Blood dripped along the palm prints.
He stretched out his blood-stained hand, used blood as ink, and wrote a new line of iron rules on the blank stone surface:
"Now that the law has been established, those who violate it are not human beings."
When the last word was written and the blood seeped into the cracks in the stone, the entire underground palace buzzed and trembled violently, as if the ancient will that had been sleeping for thousands of years lowered its head at this moment and responded to the new master's order.
And a hundred miles away, in a hidden cave.
An old man Uchiha Clan who was burning rubbings beside the brazier suddenly stiffened.
He raised his head suddenly, and black blood flowed out of his seven orifices at the same time.
The pot of flames burning rubbings in front of him curled up strangely in the opposite direction, condensed and formed in mid-air, reflecting the shadow of a fleeting, cold and ruthless red eye.
The black rain stopped as abruptly as it had come.
The haze of the past few days dissipated, and a ray of pale light pierced the lead clouds, illuminating this washed land.
The air was filled with the freshness of the earth after the rain, but it also carried a suffocating silence.
The noisy doubts and resistance have been completely washed away by the three days of black rain and the one night of miracles.
In the total silence, a new order is taking root and sprouting silently and unstoppably in the wet soil.