The Order You Worship Is Toilet Paper I Wouldn't Even Wipe My Ass With

In the dim core control room, scarlet alarm lights rotated soundlessly, staining every inch of metal with an ominous hue.

Countless iron sand particles as fine as dust spilled from Xuan's fingertips and flowed into the main console's data ports like a living tide.

They bypassed layer upon layer of physical firewalls, racing through complex integrated circuits with a piercing screech of sand grinding against metal. Yet the sound was perfectly absorbed by the control room's vacuum soundproofing layer, leaving behind a silence so complete it made the heart tremble.

The data streams on the screens were instantly seized by a tyrannical force. Every filthy transaction Shadow Flow had conducted over the past decade was laid bare before Xuan like a rotting curtain being ripped aside.

Lines of shocking text scrolled rapidly past, every word representing a bloody trail of sin.

"Three Hidden Leaf S-rank secrets. Recipient: Hidden Sand Village Elder Council."

"Precise coordinates of the Hidden Mist bloodline limit embryo repository. Recipient: Orochimaru."

"Blueprints for the Hidden Rock Village earth vein core seal. Recipient: unknown identity, codename 'Akatsuki.'"

This top-secret intelligence, enough to overturn any shinobi village, was merely an insignificant corner of the enormous transaction list here.

Xuan's gaze did not waver in the slightest until a specially encrypted file was forcibly decrypted and appeared prominently in the center of the screen.

Its title read: "Speculation on the Distribution of 'Xuan' Seal Points—Seven in Total, Three Currently Confirmed."

Seeing his own name marked like prey, Xuan's lips curved into a cold arc.

There was no anger in that smile, only the indifference of one looking down upon struggling ants.

With a casual gesture, he imported all the data into a pre-prepared sealing scroll, completing the system backup.

Then, he abruptly clenched his five fingers.

"The game is over."

In an instant, billions of iron sand particles that had infiltrated the server clusters began vibrating violently at once, their magnetic energy compressed to the utmost limit.

[Iron Sand Blast]!

BOOM—!!!

A deafening explosion finally tore apart the control room's dead silence.

The priceless server clusters were like ice thrown into a steel furnace, melting into twisted streams of metal in an instant. Violent arcs of electricity leaped madly through the air, turning the entire space into a thunderous pool of destruction.

At the end of the corridor, a heavy metal blast door was forced open. The two remaining Shadow Flow guards staggered in while escorting a woman—none other than the researcher named White Lotus.

Her face was as pale as paper, her body shaking violently with fear. Her eyes, fixed on Xuan, were filled with incredulous terror.

"I... I know who you are..." Her voice trembled with tears, yet she forced herself to remain calm. "I saw that name in Lord Orochimaru's top-secret research notes... 'Xuan.' The 'Primordial Power' you spoke of, and the 'god' he... he wanted to revive, are the same being!"

Xuan slowly turned around. The shockwave from the explosion stirred the hem of his clothes, and with every step he took, the metal floor beneath his feet seemed to let out a silent wail.

He approached White Lotus. Those unfathomable eyes watched her as if they could pierce through her soul.

"Then you should also know," Xuan said in a low, calm voice, carrying an unquestionable majesty, "who, on this land, is the true 'god' worshipped by all."

White Lotus suddenly raised her head. Fear was replaced by something far more complex—a fanaticism mixed with reverence and realization.

She murmured blankly, "Not... not the Sage of Six Paths... You. The notes speculated that the Sage of Six Paths, even Kaguya before him, were only fragments of your power, your shadows... And you are the source!"

Just then, the entire Nether Eye Reef island—no, the entire sea—began to shake violently!

It was as though some colossal beast sleeping on the ocean floor was awakening.

The metal structures in the ceiling groaned under unbearable strain. Enormous cracks spread like spiderwebs, while rubble and metal components rained down.

A figure slowly walked forward through the dust of the collapse.

He wore a weathered black haori, his steps steady. Every footfall landed upon a node in the island's tremors, as though he himself were the center of this natural disaster.

The newcomer was Shadow Flow's master, Kazama Genichiro.

His eyes were vacant and lifeless, like two bottomless dry wells, but his left arm was exceptionally strange.

That arm was wrapped in hundreds upon hundreds of black shadow threads almost impossible to discern with the naked eye. Like neural pathways, they extended outward into the three hundred puppet corpses embedded in the walls on both sides of the corridor.

"What do you think you're rebelling against? The system built by the Five Great Villages?" Kazama Genichiro's voice was as hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper scraping together. "I am the one who has truly seen the truth of this world. The so-called shinobi villages are nothing but meat grinders that devour the weak. The so-called history is nothing but lies that erase the achievements of the nameless. I built Shadow Flow so that 'shadows' could become the one and only true rulers of this land!"

Xuan let out a disdainful snort as he looked at his sorrowful savior act.

"So you followed that old bastard Danzo Shimura's example and turned living people into mindless puppets?" The pattern of the Mangekyō Sharingan in his right eye began to rotate slowly, an eerie red glow flowing in its depths. "Pathetic fool. You got one thing wrong from the beginning. A true 'shadow' never needs to hide behind the scenes."

Before his words had even faded, a savage expression flashed across Kazama Genichiro's face!

He slammed both hands onto the floor and roared, "Arrogant!"

BZZZ—!

All three hundred puppet corpses embedded in the walls opened their eyes at the exact same moment!

Those eyes were lifeless and murky, yet an ancient, evil forbidden chant began to rise from their throats.

The syllables were obscure, like the mournful cries of dead souls from the deepest underworld, converging into a force that made the soul shudder.

Countless shadow threads shot from the puppets' bodies, instantly weaving into an enormous net that covered the entire space and completely sealed every path available for spatial movement.

Even more terrifying, the ancient forbidden chant had already completed its opening sequence—[Shadow Burial: Myriad Souls Devouring Heart Formation]!

This was an ultimate forbidden technique capable of forcibly dragging a living person's soul into eternal reincarnation, where it would be completely consumed by resentment within endless painful illusions!

Faced with this killing trap, Xuan advanced instead of retreating.

Not only did he make no attempt to defend or flee, he actively pushed [Myriad Phenomena Return to the Eye] to maximum output!

The Mangekyō in his right eye spun madly, generating an invisible and massive suction force like a black hole.

The forbidden technique's energy, gathered from the resentment of three hundred corpses, had not even fully taken shape before it was forcibly dragged apart, shredded, and absorbed entirely into his right eye!

The immense negative energy was instantly purified and converted within the ocular technique's space, becoming a temporary reserve of incomparably pure chakra that replenished him.

At the same time, [Bone Mirror: Life Severance] in his left eye had silently activated.

Within his vision, one of Kazama Genichiro's "death endings" over the next few minutes clearly emerged—a scene showing that, three minutes later, Kazama Genichiro's neck would be instantly severed by iron sand appearing out of nowhere.

"I see." Xuan immediately judged this to be a suicidal trap laid by his opponent.

Those three hundred puppets were not merely formation nodes. They were also three hundred explosive tags bound together.

The moment he approached Kazama Genichiro's real body, the man would detonate everything without hesitation and perish alongside him.

That indifferent cold smile appeared on Xuan's lips once more.

He abandoned the idea of directly attacking the real body and instead spread the power of Magnet Release to its limit, precisely manipulating the puppet corpses serving as the formation's nodes.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

One puppet after another seemed to lose control of its shadow threads and began wildly crashing into and tearing at the others. The rhythm of the forbidden chant was instantly thrown into disarray.

When the entire [Shadow Burial: Myriad Souls Devouring Heart Formation] stalled for a mere 0.3 seconds due to its disrupted rhythm, Xuan moved!

His figure became an afterimage as he instantly rushed to the edge of the formation. His target was not Kazama Genichiro, but the puppet closest to him!

Iron sand condensed into a pitch-black blade in his hand and shot toward Kazama Genichiro's throat at supersonic speed!

Kazama Genichiro's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints!

He tried to pull the shadow threads back to defend himself, only to discover that all his focus was devoted to maintaining the formation on the verge of collapse. He was already too late to defend!

SPLURT!

The iron sand blade precisely pierced the artery at the side of his neck, and scorching blood sprayed out like a fountain.

He lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the hand still pressed to the ground, trembling faintly. A leaking rasp came from his throat. "Wh... why... did my plan... fail?"

Xuan had already appeared behind him. He bent down and whispered into his ear in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Because you're still playing the game of 'overturning the chessboard.' But I... never acknowledged the chessboard you made as legitimate from the beginning."

He violently pulled out the iron sand blade, allowing Kazama Genichiro's body to collapse to the ground in helpless convulsions as the breath of life rapidly faded with the flowing blood.

Xuan did not even look at him again. Turning to White Lotus, who had long since collapsed to the ground in terror, he ordered, "Lead the way. To the next seal point."

The instant his words fell, beneath the shattered rock strata at the bottom of Nether Eye Reef, torn apart by explosions and tremors, an unimaginably heavy hidden door slowly rose open with the rumble of machinery.

Beyond the door was a bottomless stone staircase extending endlessly downward. The stone walls on either side were submerged in icy seawater, radiating an ancient chill.

And on the stone wall at the entrance were seven wildly inscribed characters for "Xuan."

Three of them had already been marked with deep crosses by some sharp weapon, while the remaining four glowed with a faint yet unwavering scarlet light, like beating hearts.