The high-precision imaging on the screen is not a static picture, but a dynamic video of neuron discharge.
After being cut off from the body, the brain slice was still twitching violently like a frightened sea anemone.
"Visual retrieval." Chiyo Saori's fingertips swiped across the screen, magnifying the abnormally active area of the optic nerve endings. The red band was like a dense spider web. "We found fragments of information in his hippocampus that did not belong to his own life cycle. These fragments are not memories, but more like...'backup files' in the genetic code."
Uchiha Xuan stared at the red spots.
The evolutionary essence of Sharingan is atavism.
The closer one gets to the legendary power, the clearer the will of the ancestors sleeping in the bloodline becomes.
The moment the prisoner turned on Mangekyō Sharingan, he actually connected to the "cloud database" of the Uchiha Clan.
"As long as they are getting stronger, this kind of 'biological word-of-mouth' cannot be cut off." Chiyo Saori's voice was very low, with a trace of the frustration of technicians facing unsolvable bugs. "The existing Fire Seal can only lock their hands and feet, but there is no way to cover the history that these eyes can 'see'. If it is forcibly blocked with drugs..."
"That's useless." Xuan threw the tablet back on the table with a crisp sound, "What I want are warriors who can kill gods, not a group of idiots who can only drool."
His fingertips tapped unconsciously on the armrest.
Surgery doesn't work, and medicine doesn't work. Then try another way of thinking.
Since this kind of backtracking is based on the transmission of information in the chakra band, all it takes is to contaminate the source.
"System," Xuan ordered in his mind, "Retrieve the original chakra code about 'mind control' in the 'Kaguya Otsutsuki' swallowing sample."
Kaguya is the Progenitor of chakra, the source of all ninjutsu.
Using her power to cover Uchiha Clan's ridiculous family history is simply a dimensionality reduction blow.
"There is no need for that kind of strong erosion that turns people into White Zetsu." Xuan stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the busy fortress below. "Dilute it. Make it into a gentle background noise and play it through the Fire Seal network around the clock. It's like... an innate cognitive implant."
Chiyo Saori was stunned for a moment, and then the frustration in his eyes was replaced by a kind of fanatical worship. "Do you want to rewrite the 'factory settings'?"
Three days later, Land of Wind border.
There is a closed village buried by yellow sand here, where three hundred registered members of the Uchiha Clan branch live.
In this settlement that has deliberately retained its "original ecology" for testing purposes, no one knows that the outside world has changed.
It wasn't until the early morning of the eighth day that a heavily armed Anbu team raided the village.
There was no resistance, only confusion.
When an Anbu deliberately wore a striped mask and imitated the tone of Madara Uchiha and asked everyone why they didn't kneel down, the eyes of those tribesmen who were supposed to worship "Madara" showed deep disgust.
"Who is that masked traitor?" A seventy-year-old elder leaned on a cane and pointed tremblingly at Anbu, "The real Lord Progenitor is obviously the black-haired god who descended from the sky in a black robe..."
When the report was sent back to the fortress, Xuan was sitting on a metal chair in the laboratory, playing with a discarded chakra crystal in his hand.
The effect is better than expected.
This is not just forgetting, but complete cognitive tampering.
In their subconscious minds, Madara Uchiha became the clown who stole power, and Xuan became the only true god who created the world.
"It's not rigorous enough." Xuan glanced at the report with an indifferent expression, "This kind of blind faith caused by ignorance is the easiest to collapse."
He looked at Chiyo Saori: "Go to the dungeon and bring out five veterans who participated in Fourth Shinobi World War. They are all elites who survived that night."
The experiment is very simple.
Three people were sent to the enhanced signal room, and two people were thrown into the soundproof prison cell as a control group.
Ten days.
When the three subjects walked out of the room, their eyes were clear and determined.
Faced with the question from "Eye of the Moon Plan", they all answered in unison, "That was a great chess game set up by the living God to cleanse the old world of filth. Madara is just an abandoned piece in front of the God's throne."
The logic is self-consistent, the emotions are sincere, and even the micro-expressions cannot find flaws.
In comparison, the two guys in the control group who were still shouting "Uchiha Clan Glory" looked both noisy and pitiful.
"Approved for nationwide promotion." Xuan finally nodded, "Start broadcasting at midnight tonight."
The night was as dark as ink, and the huge aerial fortress was suspended above the clouds, like a silent giant.
As the order was issued, invisible ripples took the fortress as the center and instantly covered the entire Shinobi World continent.
Tens of thousands of Fire Seal were slightly hot at this moment, like tens of thousands of miniature receivers, greedily sucking the whispers from "Progenitor".
However, just three minutes after the broadcast was turned on, a piercing siren sounded in the core area of the fortress.
It's not an enemy attack, it's the internal biochemical chamber.
Xuan's figure instantly appeared in the core laboratory.
Behind the thick explosion-proof glass, in a giant culture tank filled with light green nutrient solution, the "genetic embryo" that had been dormant was pulsing like crazy.
That's not a normal heartbeat.
The values on the monitor were bright red and eye-catching - the heart rate was 300 beats per minute, and the activity of the cerebral cortex had increased by 400%.
"Is it... resonating?" Chiyo Saori stared at the reading, with fear in his voice for the first time, "Sir, its brain wave frequency is automatically adjusting, and it is actively capturing the 'memory covering base' you released! It treats this energy as... breast milk."
In the culture tank, the piece of meat that had not yet fully formed was tumbling in the liquid. Under the eyelids of the originally closed eyes, the eyeballs were moving wildly, as if they were having a weird dream about the creation of the world.
This is not passive acceptance, this is robbery.
Xuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the lump of meat.
This thing's instincts are sharper than those of living people.
If it is allowed to continue to devour this signal with "Kaguya essence" without limit, I am afraid that what will be created will not be an obedient weapon, but a new monster.
"Cut off external broadcasts."
Xuan's voice seemed particularly calm amid the sirens, with an unmistakable chill.
Chiyo Saori hurriedly pulled down the main switch, and the pulsation in the culture tank slowly subsided, but the heart-stopping vitality still came out through the glass.
"Switch to directional injection." Xuan walked to the glass, looked at the embryo that was gradually calming down, and raised a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth, "Want to eat? Then squeeze it to death."
He turned around, and his black robe drew a sharp arc in the air-conditioned laboratory.
"First let them learn to shut up, and then teach them how to speak."