The archaeological report... is about to ignite the entire Fire Country public opinion.
Suddenly, the whole world was boiling.
Two opposing factions emerged, and their conflict tore Uchiha Clan apart.
Some people, with fanatical flames burning in their eyes, support "Lord Xuan Tomb" and demand the reconstruction of their ancient altars.
Others, gripped by fear, scream "unnatural genetic modification," their voices echoing with panic about the sanctity of our bloodline.
Chiyo brought the report.
"Trust is crumbling, but this void means it can be shaped."
"Then let them learn awe again... start with fear of the unknown." I ordered.
My next move: I launched the "Myriad Phenomena Return to the Eye·Mimicry" and "Myth Deduction" modules.
I superimposed the last wishes and emotional echoes of the Uchiha Clan people on the weathered pattern of the Nakagawa Shrine stone tablet.
What is the result?
A new "Progenitor's Whisper" audio.
This audio is almost completely incomprehensible, but there is a sentence that appears repeatedly. "My name is Xuan... not the bones in the coffin, but the law itself." It has no trace of chakra, but it arouses a slight spiritual resonance and only affects those who have the potential to unlock Sharingan.
Three days later, "Scarlet Eye Trial Grounds" outside the new palace.
I played this audio.
Seven Uchiha Clan boys fell.
Their pupils constrict.
They murmured, "I heard... the real name."
Chiyo's puppet, disguised as a pilgrim, spreads the news everywhere.
"Only pure-blood descendants can hear the call of Progenitor!" "Xuan Tomb" was quickly abandoned as a "fake tomb".
Those who claimed to have "heard Xuan's voice" were immediately regarded as "the chosen ones".
They flocked to Zhongchuan.
"Aren't we going to eliminate ancestor worship?" Baba asked in confusion.
"I am eliminating 'multiple answers'. Now, I have turned the standard into a maze with only one entrance. Want to recognize your ancestors? First, you must hear my voice." I explained.
I think mystical experiences are more memorable than words, and associating a sense of belonging with a transcendent experience removes doubts.
Five days passed and the number of people increased.
Now there are more than 300 people claiming to be descendants of the Uchiha Clan asking for "Voice-Hearing Trial".
I refused.
I cut off their supplies.
I issued a decree. "Those who have not yet heard of the gods are not worthy to drink the water of Zhongchuan."
They became desperate.
A man gouged out his own eyes.
Others collapse under the stress of meditation.
On the night of the seventh day, deep in the crypt, I injected audio into twelve specially-made puppets.
They sneak into the crowd and release weak sound waves.
A boy screams: "I heard it!" and a collective hallucination breaks out.
People fell into hysteria.
People fell to the ground and cried bitterly, shouting, "The oracle has arrived!"
In the control room, looking at this man-made chaos, I closed my eyes.
"You don't need the truth... you just need a reason to stop asking."
Outside, the clouds formed the shape of Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, with countless tiny, twisted ear-like phantoms lining the edges.
Chiyo came to me with a report.
All the data confirmed it.
The operation was successful.
But...
"There is an anomaly, a single data point." Chiyo's voice broke the silence.
"The resonance mode... is perfect. Not just a response, Master Xuan; it is"
Perfect echo.
A flaw.
"Sir, there is an urgent message from the border post." She added, handing the message to me.
I narrowed my eyes.
The wildfire of public opinion started a prairie fire in just a few hours.
The archaeological report prepared by Chiyo himself was like a huge boulder dropped into a muddy pond named "Fire Country". What it stirred up was not clarification, but an even deeper turbidity.
The entire country, and even Shinobi World who was paying attention here, were divided into two distinct camps.
Some people, especially those descendants of the Uchiha Clan side branch who claim to have ancient blood flowing through them but who are marginalized in reality, enshrined the so-called "Xuan Tomb Lord" on the altar almost overnight.
They enthusiastically claimed that this was the real Progenitor who was deliberately smeared by Konoha High Command and maliciously distorted by the Senju Clan!
The description in the report of "contemporary with First Hokage" became the most conclusive evidence in their eyes - Progenitor's power once competed with "God of Shinobi", but due to its failure, history was tampered with and became a taboo.
They gathered in secret, exchanging ancient codes that only Uchiha Clan could understand, and the flames burning between the lines were to rebuild the Progenitor sacrifice and restore the family's glory.
Others, on the other hand, were completely shattered by the harsh sentence in the report, "There are traces of unnatural genetic modification."
Panic spread like a plague.
If even the source of the bloodline has been "transformed", then what is the Kekkei Genkai that Uchiha Clan is proud of, and the Sharingan that symbolizes holiness and nobility?
Is it Grace, or a curse?
Is it glory, or is it a well-designed scam?
Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they grow crazily, swallowing up the pride they rely on for their livelihood.
For a time, the sanctity of the entire Uchiha Clan bloodline was subjected to unprecedented torture.
New Hall Deep in the dark throne hall, the air seemed to solidify.
Chiyo knelt down on one knee and presented the latest public opinion analysis report. Her voice was calm and precise. "Master Xuan, trust is collapsing. The old authority and belief totems have lost their foundation among the people, but this also means that a huge vacuum zone is forming. This vacuum has infinite plasticity."
Xuan Duan sat on a throne made of pure crystal cores, with the scarlet Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan reflecting the prostrate figure below.
He did not read the report. He tapped his fingertips lightly on the huge energy crystal core on the armrest, making a slight sound of "ta, ta, ta", like a precise metronome, controlling the pulse of the entire palace.
"Then let them learn to be in awe again." He finally spoke, his voice low and magnetic, as if carrying some undoubted magic power, "Start with fear of the unknown."
His eyes penetrated the thick walls and seemed to see those believers who were either fanatical or confused.
"Chiyo," Xuan ordered, "Start the 'Myth Deduction' module in the [Myriad Phenomena Return to the Eye·Mimicry] system."
"Yes!"
Following Chiyo Hand Seals, countless blood-red data streams poured down like a waterfall on the crystal wall behind the throne.
Xuan's pupil power was injected into it without reservation, and the huge database sealed deep in the system was instantly awakened.
That is the reverberation of obsessions and emotions captured by the Uchiha Clan strong men of all generations at the last moment of their lives, captured by his pupil technique. It is their ultimate understanding of strength, family, and life and death.
These broken soul fragments filled with strong emotions are being forcibly blended, analyzed, and reorganized by an invisible force at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, Xuan retrieved the highest-precision three-dimensional scanning data of the ancient stone tablet Naka River Shrine, not even the slightest trace of weathering on its surface.
He collided and integrated those emotional reverberations with the ancient atmosphere of the stone tablets at the data level, like a crazy composer using the wail of the soul and the erosion of time to compose a new creation myth.
After a while, a brand new "Progenitor's Whisper" audio was generated in the secret room.
The sound was vague, mixed with the sound of wind, water, and the harsh sound of metal friction. It seemed to be coming from the most profound cracks in time and space, and was full of indescribable majesty and vicissitudes.
In this chaotic background, there is only one cold and clear word, like the declaration of Divine Punishment, echoing repeatedly:
"My name is Xuan... not the rotten bones in the coffin, but the law itself."
This sound does not have any chakra fluctuations and cannot be detected by regular Sensory Ninjutsu.
But it can trigger a strange, extremely slight spiritual resonance. The frequency of this resonance is precisely set at a threshold - only those individuals with the Sharingan gene hidden in their bodies can catch this faint whisper in a trance.
Three days later, outside the New Hall, a newly completed "Scarlet Eye Trial Grounds" was quietly opened to all the exiled Uchiha Clan who came to seek refuge.
Inside the trial site, the mysterious audio is being played in a loop through a special crystal resonance device at a frequency that is inaudible to human ears.
A group of the Uchiha Clan teenagers who came to apply for "blood baptism" are waiting in line.
Suddenly, seven teenagers in the team twitched violently without warning, their knees weakened, and they fell to their knees heavily.
Their pupils contracted and dilated crazily in their eye sockets, and finally solidified into pinpoint-sized points, with strange expressions on their faces that were a mixture of extreme pain and supreme ecstasy.
"I heard it... I heard it..." they murmured unconsciously, their voices hoarse and trembling, "... the real name... is Xuan..."
The crowd was instantly in an uproar.
At this moment, several puppet actors pretending to be poor pilgrims, according to the script preset by Chiyo, squeezed to the front at the right time, and shouted in an exaggerated and crying tone, "A miracle! This is Progenitor's miracle! Only the purest descendants of blood can hear the true call of Progenitor!"
As if the news had wings, it spread throughout the entire gathering place at a speed faster than any ninjutsu, and spread throughout Fire Country.
Suddenly, the direction of the wind completely reversed.
The "Xuan Tomb Lord" who was fanatically worshiped by some people was instantly labeled as a "fake tomb" and became a despicable counterfeit that stole the glory of Progenitor.
And those young people who can "hear the mysterious voice" are praised as the chosen ones, the "Chosen Sons" with the purest blood and the closest to Progenitor.
Countless people who thought they were descendants of the Uchiha Clan began to flock to the Naka River like crazy, rushing to attend this "oracle" directed by Xuan himself.
In the secret room, Baba looked at the frantic scene fed back in real time on the crystal wall, with confusion written all over his face.
As one of Xuan's earliest followers, he still could not understand the logic of this operation.
"Master Xuan, we... didn't we want to completely eliminate this kind of blind ancestor worship before? Why do we have to create a new god with our own hands now?"
Xuan's eyes never left the surging data flow, which clearly marked the changes in the crowd's emotional fluctuations and belief tendencies.
"What I eliminated was 'multiple answers'." He replied calmly, without a trace of emotion in his voice. "When there is more than one answer, people will argue, think, and question. But now," with a tap of his fingertips, all the messy curves on the screen were instantly replaced by a straight upward red line, "I turned the standard into a maze with only one entrance. Want to recognize your ancestors? Want to prove your ancestry? It's very simple, hear my voice first."
He has already deduced human psychological models countless times through [Myriad Phenomena Return to the Eye].
For mortals, the memory of mysterious and transcendent experiences is far deeper and more solid than the cold words engraved on stone tablets.
Once the illusory "sense of belonging" is firmly bound to the real "transcendental perception", all doubts will automatically dissipate and even become an iron wall to defend this "miracle".
Within five days, more than 300 people who claimed to have the blood of the Uchiha Clan arrived at the border of the shrine. They brought their families with them, looked fanatical, and demanded at the top of their lungs to participate in the fateful "Voice-Hearing Trial".
However, Xuan did not meet anyone.
Instead, he issued an even colder order - to close all supply points leading to the shrine, and issued an announcement in the tone of an oracle. The cold words were projected on the energy barrier above the shrine, and each word was like a knife, cutting into everyone's hearts:
"Those who have not yet heard of the gods are not worthy of drinking the water of the Naka River."
Hunger and thirst became new catalysts.
Tormented by the despair of not getting what they wanted and the extreme desire for a miracle, the crowd's sanity began to collapse.
After meditating hard for three days without any results, a middle-aged man roared like a beast in public, gouged out his eyes, raised his two bloody eyeballs high above his head, offered them on a high platform, and cried crazily, "Progenitor! I have given my eyes! Please, let me hear your voice!"
More people sit around the campfire at night, staying awake and trying to capture the ethereal whispers through the most primitive meditation method.
Their spirits wander on the edge of their limits, and the boundaries between illusion and reality become blurred.
On the seventh night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Xuan stood alone in the deepest part of the underground palace. In front of him, twelve specially-made puppets of different shapes stood silently.
He reached out and injected the original audio data of "Progenitor's Whisper" into the core brains of the twelve puppets like poison.
"Go," he whispered, "And sow the seeds of 'God' among the people."
Twelve puppets sneaked silently into the crowd on the verge of collapse at the foot of the mountain, like shadows blending into the night.
Following Xuan's instructions, they randomly release sound waves that are so weak that they are almost imperceptible in areas with the densest crowds and the most unstable emotions.
Finally, at a certain moment, a skinny young man suddenly woke up from his meditation. He suddenly opened his eyes, and the shape of One-Tomoe appeared in his pupils!
He pointed to the sky with ecstasy and roared with all his strength, "I heard it! I heard it! Progenitor is calling me!"
This cry was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.
Dozens of mentally fragile people around him instantly experienced collective hallucinations under the dual effects of strong psychological suggestion and the weak resonance released by the puppet.
"Oracle! The oracle has arrived!"
"I heard it too! It's Progenitor's voice!"
"Kneel down! Bow down to God!"
The wave of fanaticism swept across the entire foot of the mountain in an instant. People fell to their knees and knelt down crazily in the direction of the shrine, with tears streaming down their faces, as if they had witnessed the arrival of the gods into the world with their own eyes.
In the New Hall's secret room, Xuan Jing quietly looked at the sea of boiling and crazy people on the surveillance screen, and slowly closed his eyes.
The scarlet pupils faded away, leaving only a deep darkness.
"You don't need the truth..." He murmured softly, as if he was announcing to himself and the prostrate believers, "You just need a reason... to stop you from questioning."
Outside the window, the dark clouds in the night sky began to gather and rotate strangely at some point, and finally condensed into a huge, vaguely outlined Eternal Mangekyō pattern.
And on the edge of the pattern, countless small and twisted ears appeared. They trembled and stretched silently in the wind, as if they were greedily listening to all the desperate prayers and fanatical shouts on this land.
At this peak moment when myths and lies intertwined, an urgent piece of information from the border post was sent to him by Chiyo with the highest authority.
The content of the information was only one line, but for the first time, Xuan Na's eyes, which had always been calm, were filled with real waves.
The report shows that in a remote corner far away from the Naka River, an independent monitoring point captured an abnormal mental resonance signal.
This signal is completely different from the tens of thousands of data collected by "Voice-Hearing Trial".
It is not passive reception and feedback, but a perfect, flawless synchronized resonance, whose intensity and purity even surpass the original audio produced by Xuan himself.
It was as if there was some existence in that distant place, not "listening" to his voice, but... playing along with him.