That resonance does not come from the distant shore, but from the depths of his soul, pulsating with the land enveloped by his will.
When the intelligence was presented, murderous intent flashed across Chiyo's old face.
A blind monk who calls himself "The Descendant of the Uchiha Clan" is mingling with the increasingly large group of pilgrims and secretly spreading a manuscript called "Ancient Clan Genealogy".
Its core argument is shocking: the so-called "Xuan Sheng" is not the savior, but a disguise disguised as the residual thoughts of Kaguya Ji thousands of years ago. The rise of New Temple is nothing but a well-planned scam.
He claimed that he had control over Uchiha Clan's bloodline that had never been made public, which was enough to expose this big lie.
"It must be eliminated immediately." Chiyo's voice was dry and deadly, "Once the spark of this kind of thinking is ignited, the consequences will be endless."
Xuan stood in the shadow of the palace and shook his head slowly. Those Eternal Mangekyō Sharingans seemed to be able to penetrate the deepest fears of people's hearts.
"It's easy to kill a person, but it's hard to destroy a thought." His voice was as cold as iron, "I want to make the act of 'root-seeking' itself turn into a curse imposed on their souls."
The order was issued immediately.
Scarlet Eye Guard's Anbu quietly allowed the blind monk's activities and even acquiesced in the secret circulation of the copy of the Genealogy.
But everyone who comes into contact with the transcript or even asks a question will be silently marked by the miniature puppet.
These puppets are not only trackers, but also information collectors, recording everything about them and their families and integrating them into the terrifyingly huge database deep in the New Hall.
Three days later, before the first ray of dawn broke through the clouds, New Hall's broadcast system resounded throughout Scarlet Eye Country.
The supplementary provisions of <Crimson Eye Edict> were promulgated with thunderous force, and every word was full of blood. "Anyone who traces bloodline for more than three generations, secretly hides genealogy, and falsely discusses the merits and demerits of ancestors will be regarded as a traitor who is plotting to restore the old era. Once verified, the nine tribes will be implicated!"
The moment the decree is promulgated, the trial begins.
Baba, the former Hidden Sand Village elite, now the commander Scarlet Eye Guard, led three hundred of the most elite guard members, and like a ghost raided seven families that had warmly received the blind monk.
The movement was as fast as a storm, without any unnecessary sound, only the occasional exclamation that was suppressed in an instant.
No matter they were white-haired old men or infants, no one was spared and they were all detained.
In the square in front of the New Hall, dozens of huge black iron crosses have already been erected.
When the fifty-eight members of those seven families were escorted to this point by Scarlet Eye Guard, the tens of thousands of pilgrims and newly minted citizens who were watching gasped in horror.
Under their horrified gaze, Scarlet Eye Guard expressionlessly drove the Chakra chain that shone with an ominous red light, accurately penetrated each person's shoulder blade, and hung them high on the iron frame like livestock.
"Let go of my son! He is just a child!" A mother cried heartbreakingly, trying to break through Scarlet Eye Guard's defense line, but was severely bounced away by an invisible repulsion.
"Please, Lord Xuansheng! We were wrong! We never dare again!" More people fell to their knees, crying and kowtowing to beg for mercy.
Xuan's figure appeared on the high platform, overlooking the sea of fear and wailing below.
His voice reached everyone's ears clearly through amplification, cold and indifferent. "What you are crying are not your relatives. What you are crying are the remnants of the old era that have long been decayed and should be buried."
After finishing her words, Chiyo slowly stepped forward. Behind her were ten Scarlet Eye medical ninjas wearing special masks.
"Memory Extraction Ritual, start."
Chiyo With both hands Hand Seals, a strange chakra fluctuation instantly enveloped all the suspended people.
This is not a simple illusion, but a kind of collective mental pollution reversely constructed based on the early research on the soul fragments of Impure World Reincarnation.
They extracted the most primitive and fanatical obsession with "the family" from countless dead souls and twisted it into a terrifying template.
In the square, the eyes of all the hanged people instantly became empty, and then, a very clear vision was forced into their minds: their ancestors, generation after generation, were not the glorious or ordinary appearance in their memories, but a group of humble slaves, prostrating themselves on the ground, fervently worshiping the white-haired Rabbit Goddess--Kaguya Otsutsuki.
The "glory" that originated from the depths of the blood was tampered with at this moment into the most humiliating brand of "slavery."
"No... this is not true!" Someone screamed in despair in the hallucination.
The next second.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Fifty-eight consecutive dull bursts, like dense drum beats, struck the heart of every onlooker.
The heads of those suspended bodies exploded without warning, and red and white things splashed all over the cold iron frame.
The mechanical crow hovering over the square broadcast the entire scene live through crystal screens all over the country.
At the bottom of the screen, a line of cold text slowly emerged. "This is the fruit of seeking your roots."
The whole world seemed to be quiet.
The pilgrim team that had been about to move because of <Ancient Clan Genealogy> was now dead silent.
The last trace of blood on the people's faces has faded, replaced by a bone-deep shock.
Panic spread like a plague, and people began to spontaneously report and expel anyone who mentioned words such as "genealogy," "tombs," and "ancestors," as if it was not a language but a curse that would bring death.
Amid the turmoil, the blind monk finally realized that what he had lit was not a fire of hope, but a disaster that would burn him.
He fled in a hurry, trying to escape into the vast sea of people.
However, he has already become a fish in the net.
Those believers who had sympathized with him and even sought the "truth" from him had somehow been infiltrated by Scarlet Eye Guard's puppet assassin.
He was driven step by step to a cliff.
"Xuan! You tyrant who tampered with history! Future generations will eventually remember the truth and judge your crimes!" The blind monk's roar echoed in the mountain wind, full of despair and unwillingness.
A figure appeared quietly behind him.
Xuan walked closer slowly, his tone so calm that it made people palpitate. "Descendants? I will make them completely lose even the ability to 'remember'."
The moment he finished speaking, the mysterious "Divine Seed" on Xuan's eyebrows flashed inaudibly.
An invisible mental wave that transcended vision and hearing, like a precise scalpel, instantly swept through the blind monk's brain.
The monk's roar stopped abruptly.
The anger and determination on his face solidified for an instant, then melted like ice and snow.
His pupils dilated rapidly, becoming hollow and dilated, as if his soul had been pulled out of them.
He looked around blankly, finally lowered his head, looked at his hands, and murmured in a completely unfamiliar tone, "Who am I? Where am I..."
"Send him back to the Fire Country border." Xuan ordered the puppet assassin who appeared, and at the same time handed over a letter he had already written.
"Attach this letter and give it to the border guard at Hidden Leaf Village."
The content of the letter was simple and arrogant. "This person once tried to resurrect the legacy of Madara Uchiha and spread chaos in Scarlet Eye Country. Fortunately, he was purified. If your village continues to allow such crazy people to cross the border, the next batch of people sent back will be a group of Konoha people who are alive but don't know who they are."
When the news came back to Hidden Leaf Village, the senior management was extremely angry, but felt an unprecedented powerlessness.
They could not refute, because the monk did leave from Fire Country; they did not dare to disclose the matter, because this unpredictable "purification" method was enough to cause huge panic in the village.
In the end, they had no choice but to block the news and conduct a strict internal investigation, but this only intensified the suspicion and division among the major families.
That night, New Hall's deepest secret room.
Xuan's fingertips lightly traced across the void, and a huge light curtain spread out in front of him.
The names of 317 families are densely listed on it, and each name is followed by a detailed description of its region, social influence, blood purity, and the degree of participation in this "root search operation."
His eyes moved slowly on the list, and finally, he touched one of the family names marked as "high risk".
"I'm not afraid of you pursuing the past..." He whispered to himself, with a sinister curve on his lips, "I'm just afraid that you... are no longer afraid of me."
He raised his hand and gave the last order of the night.
"Start 'Severed Roots Plan'."
"From now on, in the next three years, the newborns of all the families on the list will be secretly brought up in the 'Scarlet Eye Academy' centralized care. No names will be registered, no surnames will be retained, only numbers will be given. They will learn everything Scarlet Eye, be loyal to everything Scarlet Eye, and completely cut off any emotional connection with their original family."
Outside the window, dark clouds gathered, blocking the moonlight.
Xuan's pair of Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan slowly rotated in the darkness. In the center of his pupils, the shadow of an uprooted dead tree quietly appeared. From the broken roots, thick red blood was dripping down.
The bloody purge was to establish iron-clad order.
When the last voice of resistance is erased, a new chapter has just begun.