Land of Lightning Three hundred miles outside the border, the endless mountains are like the bone spurs of giant beasts, piercing the sky ferociously.
Xuan's figure stood alone on the edge of the Qianren cliff, and the strong wind picked up the corners of his black clothes, making a hunting sound.
In his hand, he held tightly the charred wooden plaque taken out of the Forest Guardians relic. The four words "Kannabi Bridge" on it had been burned by the flames and were blurred, but they still stubbornly exuded a wave of resentment soaked in the bone marrow, which was so familiar that it made people palpitate.
He slowly closed his eyes and let the strong wind on the mountain top blow his cheeks.
The next moment, his right eye suddenly opened, and three Tomoe were spinning rapidly in his scarlet eyes, and finally condensed into a complicated and weird hexagonal windmill pattern - Mangekyō Sharingan!
[Myriad Phenomena Return to the Eye]!
The invisible power spread around his right eye, and the chakra flow path of the entire world became extremely clear in his eyes.
The chakra of resentment that remained on the wooden sign and had been dormant for ten years seemed to have been forcibly fished out from the long river of time by an invisible hand and traced in the opposite direction, like a winding poisonous snake, pointing directly to the ground a hundred meters deep below.
There, there is a cave entrance blocked by huge rocks and ancient runes.
"Found it." Xuan's voice was without any ripples.
Saori had quietly appeared beside him. She squatted down and lightly traced the twisted runes on the rock wall with her fingertips. Judging from the degree of weathering of the runes, no one had set foot here for at least ten years."
"That's why there is truth." Xuan whispered, his voice blown away by the wind, with a hint of cold mockery.
The entrance to the cave was easily broken open, and a smell of rotten scrolls and dried blood rushed to the face, like the putrid breath of a sleeping giant.
The cave is as deep as a throat, and the light is completely swallowed up by the darkness.
Baba Tesshin said nothing, with both hands Hand Seals, several puppets with cold metallic light slid silently into the depths of darkness, acting as the most reliable pathfinders.
However, just when the puppet entered the passage less than ten meters, the space in front of it distorted without warning.
In an instant, the illusion activates!
The originally narrow and dark passage suddenly collapsed and was replaced by a war-torn ruins.
The broken bridge, the Kakkō soaring into the sky, the roar of falling boulders, and a heart-rending roar--
"Lin!"
A young man wearing goggles, half of his body crushed by boulders, stood on the broken bridge, desperately reaching out to the void.
In that hand, there seemed to be residual warmth that had not been grasped.
Battle of Kannabi Bridge's desperate reverberation was sealed into the most vicious trap.
Baba Tesshin groaned, obviously also affected.
But Xuan's expression didn't change at all. He seemed to be an outside spectator, watching the endless regret of the young man Obito with cold eyes.
In his left eye, three Tomoe flashed quietly.
[Soul Devourer]!
A more domineering and colder spiritual power invaded in reverse, like a scalpel, accurately piercing the core of the illusion.
It is not to break the illusion, but to forcibly peel off and swallow the emotional data that serves as energy source!
The young man in the illusion, Obito, let out a shrill scream, and the whole world began to tremble violently and peel off.
In Xuan's mind, a cold system prompt sounded on time:
"Capture fragments of high-concentration desperate memories..."
"Memory source energy analysis... matching target: Obito Uchiha (teenage)."
The illusion was shattered like a mirror, and the passage returned to its original state.
Continuing deeper, the end of the cave suddenly becomes clear.
In front of a simple stone niche, an old monk with his eyes wrapped in thick bandages sat cross-legged.
He held a string of polished rosary beads, and even when people arrived, he never stopped chanting sutras in a low voice, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.
"The child wearing the mask... finally sent someone back to take away the sins he left here?" The old monk's voice was hoarse and hollow, it was the blind monk Jueyue.
Xuan stepped forward step by step, his powerful aura pressing down like a mountain, and the air froze. "What do you know?"
Jueyue had a strange smile on his skinny face, and looked in the direction of Xuan without fear. "Do you think you are a hunter? No, you are just another mirror, reflecting the past that he does not want to see." He paused and continued, "Ten years ago On that rainy night, a 'one-eyed man' broke into this place. Like a crazy beast, he burned more than half of the files here. But before leaving, he only left a jade slip, saying that it was...'A warning from the father of Shisui'."
Saori's eyes widened and he immediately started rummaging through the ashes next to the stone niche.
After a moment, she held up several broken jade slip fragments and quickly pieced them together.
The writing on it was damaged by the flames, but a few key words were shocking.
"... Madara is dead... under the mask... is... collapsed ideals..."
The clues are interrupted here, but the direction is extremely clear.
Everyone walked around the stone niche, and the scene in front of them made Baba Tesshin feel physiological discomfort.
A half-melted white humanoid object was embedded in the rock wall, as if it were a strange tumor growing out of the rock.
That was the corpse of White Zetsu, but the weirdest thing was that its mouth was still opening and closing mechanically at a fixed frequency.
"Genji," Xuan recognized this special transformation, "Has had all consciousness wiped out, leaving only the 'speaker' who can recite the instinct of specific words."
Everyone held their breath and watched as the mutilated corpse intermittently revealed a recorded conversation from ten years ago:
"... You... you said... you want to restart the world? Create a world with her? But... but that's not her wish!" This was a woman's voice, full of urgency and sadness.
After a brief silence, another voice sounded, carrying madness and pain that was suppressed to the extreme.
"Shut up! I have... no way out..."
It's the voice of Obito! But it's a little different.
Xuan's pupils suddenly shrunk to the size of a pinhead, and the Mangekyō Sharingan in his right eye began to rotate again!
[Chakra Essence Analysis]!
The weak spatial fluctuation frequency contained in the residual words was instantly extracted, amplified, and compared.
Another set of data immediately emerged in Xuan's mind - not long ago, when Kirigakure fought against Masked Man, who called himself "Madara", he secretly recorded the opponent's voice characteristics.
Comparing the two sets of data, a surprising difference was found.
"0.8 seconds..." Xuan murmured to himself, "The voice in this recording is 0.8 seconds slower than the current 'Madara'."
That's not a delay in thinking, but... a tiny, almost imperceptible sign caused by the conflict between the will and the body when the soul is controlled by external forces!
The answer is already close at hand.
The innermost layer of the cave is a secret room made of artificial crystal.
In the crystal box in the center, a thick diary is quietly sealed.
The sealing technique is extremely complex and has the same origin as Orochimaru's Cursed Seal aura.
Xuan Leng snorted and stretched out his right hand.
A small stream of gloomy and evil chakra emerged from his palm, which was Yin Release Tailed Beast Chakra that he had already swallowed and absorbed and belonged to One-Tail Shukaku.
He used this chakra to simulate the fluctuation of "Cursed Seal resonance" and gently pressed it on the crystal box.
Sealing Jutsu type will be eliminated silently if it encounters a nemesis.
The log was opened, with the familiar, snake-like handwriting of Orochimaru on it.
Lines of shocking records reveal the biggest lie of Shinobi World:
"... Experimental subject number 002, Obito Uchiha. Due to the failure of the 'Samsara of Heavenly Life Technique' spell, the soul and body were rejected, and was trapped in this place Demonic Statue for ten years. The spirit was on the verge of collapse, and was eventually taken advantage of by Madara's residual thoughts, brainwashed and controlled, and became an extension of his will..."
Xuan turned through the pages, and the expression on his face changed from solemnity to cold mockery.
"So that's it... you are all acting." He closed the diary and let out a chuckle, "One is dead and wants to rule the world with his thoughts, and the other is alive but would rather be dead. It's really... a wonderful farce."
The moment he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!
Boom--!
The entire cave began to tremble violently, as if an invisible giant hand was shaking the entire mountain range crazily.
The air was no longer air, but turned into viscous water, with twisting ripples rising in circles.
A hoarse, old, yet unparalleled majestic voice sounded directly from the twisted void, echoing deep in everyone's soul:
"You know... too much."
The next moment, Xuan only felt an irresistible huge suction force suddenly acting on himself.
His body, his vision, and everything around him were stretched and torn apart in an instant, like a painting being drawn into the Uzumaki Clan.
Kamui realm has arrived!
At the last moment when he was dragged into a different space, Xuan used all his strength, looked back and gave the final order to the astonished Saori and Baba Tesshin, his voice clear and decisive:
"Stand where you are and block all exits!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure completely disappeared from the real world.
And outside the cave entrance shrouded in darkness, at the highest point of the cliff, a crow quietly landed.
One of its eyes is scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
It tilted its head, as if listening to something, and then fluttered its wings down, like a black lightning bolt, accurately picking up a burnt diary page from the chaotic airflow in the cave.
Then, without stopping at all, it suddenly rose up, fluttering its wings and flying into the vaster and more unknown depths of the night sky.
Inside the cave, the twisted space gradually calmed down, leaving only a dead silence.
In another dimension, the storm has just begun.