Planetary Devastation doesn't need to be used to smash cockroaches. It's enough to send two hungry psychic beasts around the border.
Uchiha Xuan casually crossed out the thermal image projected by Chiyo Saori, looked past the blurry red dots, and fixed his eyes on another holographic file marked as top secret - <Progenitor Blood-Gifting Ritual Plan>.
This is the highlight now.
Chiyo Saori didn't even pause for half a second because she was ignored. Her ten fingers wearing chakra gloves danced rapidly on the operating table, disassembling the original plan into a three-dimensional spiral structure diagram.
The logic of the plan is very cold and beautiful: with the still-beating genetic embryo as the core, Xuan's blood as the culture medium, and the high concentration of Fire Seal energy, the first batch of the Uchiha Clan can be "grown" like a crop in a fully enclosed sterile cabin.
"There is no need for ten months of pregnancy, and there is no maternal rejection." Chiyo Saori's voice was like cold metal hitting, "I have eliminated all uncertain genetic mutations in natural reproduction. This batch of finished products is designed for 'obedience' from the cell nucleus. Mangekyō Sharingan is standard, but the 'Love Brain' circuit that causes emotional fluctuations was cut off by me, and replaced by a chain of loyalty that goes straight to the central nervous system."
"Not enough."
Uchiha Xuan stared at the rotating DNA chain, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, making a heart-stopping sound.
"Dad at the biological level, no matter how good he is, he is just a blood supply bank. What I want to do is to be a god." He stood up, walked to the huge glass wall of the culture cabin, and looked at the turbid nutrient solution inside. "The system needs to add a process before the 'consciousness awakening' stage of the plan."
Chiyo Saori's fingers stopped for the first time. "What do you mean by master?"
"Make up a memory. No, make up a history." A dark red light flashed in Uchiha Xuan's eyes, "Tell these things that haven't developed a brain yet. It was pitch black when the world first opened, and it was my blood that ignited the first fire. As for Indra and spots, they are all set as fictitious unofficial legends. I will weld this 'origin memory' to the bottom of their subconscious. This is the foundation of their world view."
Chiyo Saori was silent for a moment, as if calculating the feasibility, and then nodded. "Understood. Cognitive remodeling starts from the embryonic stage."
However, on the eve of the start of the ceremony, something went wrong again in those purification centers that were supposed to be as quiet as corpses.
The system's monitoring red lights danced across the map like will-o'-the-wisps.
It was not a riot, but a more bizarre collective dream.
Hundreds of old Uchiha Clan people who had just received electric current correction seemed to be possessed by evil spirits in their sleep, muttering the same name vaguely, "Madara... the fire belongs to Lord Madara..."
The sounds gathered together were like a group of rats hiding in the sewer whispering, which was disgusting.
"This is the reflection of the collective subconscious." Chiyo Saori looked at the data, "Madara is rooted so deeply in the souls of this ethnic group that even if the body succumbs, the dream still resists."
Uchiha Xuan Listening to the noisy sleep talk on the surveillance camera, there was no anger on his face, just a look of boredom after seeing through the trick.
"Since you are still dreaming, let's poison that sleepyhead completely."
He raised his hand and pressed the stop button, "The ceremony is postponed for one day. Turn on the Fire Seal broadcast throughout the country. I want that synthetic sound to wear out their eardrums."
For the next twenty-four hours, the entire empire was enveloped by a monotonous, majestic and extremely penetrating mechanical sound.
There is no nonsense, only one axiom that has been played on this frequency band a total of 70,000 times. "The source of fire can only be controlled by those in this world."
This sound was like a file, frustrating everyone's nerves day and night, until those dreams were completely crushed by this tyrannical sound.
At noon the next day, the deepest laboratory in the Sky Fortress was so quiet that only the sound of liquid flowing could be heard.
Uchiha Xuan stood on top of the huge central cultivation cabin, without any cumbersome sacrificial movements. He simply opened his palms neatly.
The bright red blood dripped down the wrist, but did not spread. Instead, it was greedily sucked in by the red-gold catheter.
Once the blood enters the catheter, it immediately collides with the huge chakra released by the embryo, creating circles of dark red halo, and the lights in the entire laboratory flicker on and off.
At the moment when the halo spread to the extreme, three hundred young bodies that had been suspended in the nutrient solution trembled suddenly as if they heard some kind of starting gun.
"Click."
That was the soft sound of the training cabin being unlocked.
Three hundred pairs of eyes opened at the same second.
There is no confusion like when a baby is born, and no fear of the world.
Those three hundred pairs of pupils were as black as ink, bottomless, not a trace of white was visible, and there was no trace of human impurities.
They turned their necks neatly, and even though they were still soaked in liquid, their eyes penetrated the glass with great precision and focused on Uchiha Xuan directly above.
Immediately afterwards, a low, childish, yet uniform voice, as if only one person was speaking, came out through the loudspeaker:
"Father... we are awake."
There was no crying.
Chiyo Saori stared at the almost straight line of brain waves on the screen. Even she couldn't help but stop breathing for half a beat. "The neural circuit matching rate is 100%. There is no rejection, no doubt. The first generation 'Xuan Descendants' is born with loyalty."
Uchiha Xuan looked down at the dense crowd of eyes at his feet that were looking up at him, and casually wrapped the wound on his palm with a medical bandage.
This feeling of being watched by countless "selves" made the ambition that had been dormant for a long time in his body completely boil.
"Now that new blood has been created, there is no need to keep the dirty blood from the old era as an eyesore."
He turned around, casually pulled the coat suspended in mid-air and draped it over his shoulders. His voice was not loud, but it carried an unmistakable smell of blood. "Publish the full text of <Bloodline Purge Decree> - Tell that Shinobi World who is still playing in the mud that from today on, only those with my Uchiha Xuan blood are worthy of being called Uchiha Clan."