That's not the wind.
At the bottom of the glazed pit with a depth of three thousand meters, no natural wind can blow the solidified magma crystals.
Chiyo Saori lowered her body suddenly, and the servo motor of the exoskeleton armor made a slight buzz. She raised her wrist, and the reading on the tactical eyepiece was beating wildly.
It's not a life reaction, it's a wave band.
A very low-frequency chakra pulse is squeezing out from the cracks in the rock formations deeper underground, just like heart pacing.
Without the help of precision instruments, this kind of fluctuation would be so weak that even a perceptive ninja would ignore it, but its frequency waveform actually completely overlaps with the brain wave of Sharingan at the moment he opens his eyes.
Only the dead are the most obedient, and only the dead are the most persistent.
Seal the scene.
Chiyo Saori's voice was as cold as ice slag in the encrypted channel, and she inserted three spare Fire Seal amplifiers into the charred soil.
With a buzzing sound, an invisible translucent barrier flipped down, completely isolating this strange area from the outside world.
This thing looks like some kind of signal source, trying to broadcast to the outside world.
Give me the data.
Uchiha Xuan's voice sounded directly in her mind, without passing through any communication equipment, but directly projected through the Fire Seal network.
Chiyo Saori did not dare to neglect and immediately turned the amplifier into receiving mode.
A holographic projection unfolds at the bottom of the pit.
The messy snowflakes jumped for a few seconds, and then were forcibly corrected by the powerful computing power of Myriad Phenomena Devouring System, and the picture gradually became clear.
That is not the current scene, but an old image that has been forcibly imprinted in the geological magnetic field.
The picture shows a dark cave with no light, only the faint candlelight on the altar.
A Uchiha Clan tribesman wearing tattered armor was kneeling on the ground. His face was covered in blood and his facial features could not be seen clearly, but his trembling hands were tightly clasping his eyes.
Chiyo Saori subconsciously held his breath.
Pfft.
That was the sound of the eyeball tearing away from the optic nerve.
The man forcefully gouged out his right eye. There was no scream, only a low and fanatical roar coming from his throat. He pressed the eyeball, which was still dripping with blood, into the crack of the rock in front of him.
Fire must return to the spot!
These four words were not spoken, they were shouted, with a kind of creepy piety.
The signal stopped abruptly.
This is called belief imprinting.
There was no trace of fluctuation in Xuan's voice, as if he was evaluating a poor antique. Those old guys like Warring States Era like to put their spiritual power in minerals before they die, hoping that in a few hundred years a younger generation will pass by and be brainwashed by this spiritual impact and become their dead soldiers.
Lord, do you want to clear it immediately?
Chiyo Saori's finger is hanging on the button of wide-area erasure. If this kind of mental pollution is not dealt with, it will interfere with the existing Fire Seal system like a virus.
Purge? That's a waste of money.
Xuan's projection did not dissipate, but became more solid.
On the system interface, massive data streams are frantically dismantling the image just now.
Emotions are redundant garbage, but this ritual structure of 'sacrifice and inheritance' is a good backdoor program.
There was a trace of cruel pleasure in Xuan's tone, and he brought up the 'trash' in cell No. 3.
Since the ancestors want to see the sacrifice, let's show it to them.
Five minutes later, an old member of the Uchiha Clan was tied up and thrown to the bottom of the pit.
This man was a die-hard captured during a purge operation. Even though his chakra was blocked at this moment, his eyes still showed resentment towards Xuan, the usurper.
Xuan didn't waste any time and directly took over the three amplifiers on site.
This time, it is no longer receiving, but overwriting.
Myriad Phenomena Devouring System recompiled the ritual code just stripped out on the fly, deleted all loyalty points, and only retained the core enforcement logic.
The prisoner's body suddenly stiffened, and the malice in his eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by a strange hollowness.
He raised his hands uncontrollably and walked step by step towards the rock crevice where the ancient atmosphere still remained.
What do you want to do... Kill me!
The prisoner's mouth was still resisting, but his body knelt down like a puppet.
The low-frequency sound effects synthesized by the system reverberated throughout the bottom of the pit through the amplifier, causing Chiyo Saori's eardrums to hurt.
This fire has changed its owner, and those who sacrificed it will be imprisoned forever.
The captive's finger inserted into his left eye socket.
Ahhhhh--!
The screams pierced the night sky, but his movements did not pause at all.
The warm eyeball was roughly pulled out and then smashed into the ancient rock crevice, exactly like the movements of the dead man thousands of years ago.
The moment the blood touched the rock, the stubborn low-frequency pulse in the ground suddenly stopped.
On the holographic monitoring screen, the originally chaotic red waveform began to distort violently, as if it was being forcibly kneaded by an invisible big hand, and finally settled into a sharp, cold word "Xuan".
It felt like a new emperor came to the throne and crushed the tombstone of the old king with one foot.
The prisoner fell to the ground, his eyes were hollow, but there was an extremely distorted laugh on his face. He stared at the void with his remaining one eye, mumbling vaguely: I saw... I saw the new ancestor...
It's done.
Xuan cut off the connection.
The next morning, before the first ray of sunlight broke through the thick fog of Konoha, a silent renewal had penetrated into every inch of the land along with the morning dew.
Nationwide, all children over three years old who have been implanted with Fire Seal frown slightly in their sleep.
The chakra circuits in their bodies were quietly modified by a line of underlying code, and a new subconscious instruction was buried deep like a seed: all old oaths are broken, and only obey orders.
On the top floor of the fortress, Xuan leaned on the throne and tapped the armrest with his fingertips.
Chiyo Saori walked in with his head lowered, holding a thickened tactical tablet in his hand, and his face was paler than usual.
In addition to pulse data, there is also this.
Chiyo handed over the tablet, his voice a little tight. This was discovered when the prisoner's brain tissue was sliced last night... During the process of Sharingan's forced ripening and evolution, something seemed to be out of control.