Land of Wind In the hinterland, the midday sun was so dazzling that it baked the gravel on the ground white.
Uchiha Xuan was sitting on the suspended throne, playing with the newly captured miniature wood carving in his hand.
The carving is terrible.
The surface of the wood was full of pits, and the little figure carved on it only had a rough outline. The statue representing "spot" even had a hair style carved like a porcupine with fried hair.
Uchiha Xuan flicked the forehead of the wood carving with his index finger, making a crisp sound.
"That's it?" He casually threw the so-called shrine at his feet.
Chiyo Saori stood at the foot of the throne, wearing a tight-fitting black combat uniform with no expression on his face.
Behind her floated two puppets that had not yet been recovered, with dark red blood dripping from their joints.
"Hidden in the interlayer of the pickled clay pot. The chakra reaction is very weak, but the spiritual imprint on it is very stubborn." Chiyo's voice was as smooth as the rotation of a mechanical bearing, "For this piece of rotten wood, this exile team killed the guards at three checkpoints."
Xuan said nothing and looked down the square.
Kneeling there were more than twenty people tied into rice dumplings with chakra ropes.
Their clothes were ragged, their faces stained with paint and sand, but they stared intently at the wooden sculpture that Xuan threw on the ground, their eyes as fervent as staring at a piece of oily fat.
"Rice always like to dig holes." Xuan held his chin up and his eyelids were half drooped. He seemed to be bored with the next process. "Since they like to worship their ancestors so much, let them see clearly who their ancestors are."
He snapped his fingers.
The loudspeakers around the square emitted a burst of harsh electric sound, and then, the light and shadow in mid-air were distorted, and the holographic projection of the Vientiane System instantly spread out.
No nonsense, no pronouncements.
Xuan directly took over everyone - including the "Fire Seal" in the captives.
That is a domineering Cursed Seal implanted in the nervous system.
At that moment, the two dozen people kneeling in the square were all stiff at the same time, and their pupils were dilated.
Their retinas were forcibly hijacked, and the originally gray-yellow sand disappeared, replaced by a pure white space of nothingness.
In the picture, two figures slowly emerged.
It was not a blurry wood carving, but an image so high-definition that even the pores were clearly visible.
Madara Uchiha wearing dark red armor, and Izuna Uchiha with high ponytail.
The old man who was the leader among the prisoners suddenly widened his eyes, and made a "loud" excited gasp in his throat, which was the trembling of seeing the true God.
However, the next second, the scene changed.
That arrogant Madara Uchiha, that gentle and gentle Izuna Uchiha, actually slowly bent their knees.
The direction they were facing was a dark shadow - the outline of that shadow was exactly the same as Uchiha Xuan sitting on the throne at the moment.
"We are all servants, but the Lord lives forever."
The voices of Madara and Izuna overlapped, with a kind of creepy piety, echoing deep in the skulls of every prisoner.
"Ah--!!"
A heart-rending scream erupted in the square.
The leading old man's eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes were bursting with blood and tears.
The pain of the collapse of faith is worse than physical punishment.
He raised his head suddenly and shouted at the sky, "Blasphemy! This is blasphemy! You devil who steals blood!!"
The chakra around the old man began to become violently disordered, and it was like there were rats scurrying around under his skin - he was about to explode his meridians.
Xuan didn't even move a finger.
"Buzz."
A soft sound.
The Fire Seal in the old man's body instantly lit up red, like a lock, directly blocking all his chakra flow nodes.
The swollen blood vessels deflated instantly, and the process of self-destruction was abruptly cut off.
The old man was like a dead fish out of water, with his mouth wide open, but not even a sound could come out, he could only twitch in despair.
"In my territory, death is a privilege that requires approval." Xuan's voice fell coldly.
Chiyo Saori took a step forward and opened the scroll in his hand.
"As amended by <Xuanlin Codex>."
Her cold voice spread throughout the square.
"The genetic sequences of the undead from the old era that you worship have been recovered and assimilated by the power of the origin. Judging from the physical and biological perspectives, Madara Uchiha and Izuna Uchiha have been archived as the nourishment of 'Xuan'."
Chiyo closed the scroll and glanced at the prisoners lying limply on the ground.
"From now on, the legal definition of all holders of the Uchiha Clan surname will be changed to 'mysterious branch'. Any attempt to trace the ancestry of the old era will be regarded as genetic rebellion."
"Deprived of his surname. Relegated to Unmarked Citizens. Distributed to the mines."
The processing results are simple and crude.
The guards dragged away the mentally broken prisoners like dead dogs.
Xuan stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his clothes, turned around and walked towards the shadow behind him.
At night, the highest level laboratory of the Sky Fortress.
You can't hear the roar of the wind and sand here, only the low-frequency hum of the operating instruments.
A huge glass culture cabin stood in the center of the room, filled with light green nutrient solution.
A piece of meat only the size of a fist was floating in the liquid.
It was an embryo that had just differentiated into its embryonic form.
"The spare eyeball in the deep sea has been extinguished, and the last bit of pupil power has just been transmitted." Chiyo stood in front of the console, looking at the data stream that was beating crazily on the screen, "Mangekyō Sharingan's gene fragment has been stably embedded, and there is no rejection reaction."
Xuan walked to the training cabin, and the pale light reflected on his face.
Through the glass, there is a dark red pattern growing on its own in the heart of the embryo - that is not an acquired Cursed Seal, but a congenitally generated "Fire Seal" structure.
This is a perfect creation.
It is no longer necessary to open Sharingan through brutal fighting as before, and it is no longer subject to the so-called blood curse.
This life has been designed to carry his power since its birth.
"Prepare 'Progenitor Blood Bestowal'." Xuan put his palms against the cold glass wall.
"Yes." Chiyo's fingers were flying on the keyboard, "In addition, regarding the placement of these new lives..."
Xuan retracted his hand and looked through the laboratory porthole to the distant southeast.
There is the old site of Fire Country and the end of the Naka River.
The former Uchiha Shrine has been turned into a pile of rubble in the flames of war.
"Since the old ancestors have become nourishment." Xuan squinted his eyes, and there was a faint red light flowing in the depths of his pupils. "It would be a waste to leave that piece of land empty. Clean up the gravel and level the ground. A deep foundation needs to be laid there."