Saori's slender fingers brushed over the rough sandy map, on which seven light spots condensed by chakra shone with an ominous red light like dying stars.
This piece of information was brought back by a machine puppet bird at the risk of death. Half of its wings have been melted, which shows how dangerous the transmission process is.
The distribution of light spots was strange, spanning the border lines of Hidden Leaf Village, Hidden Cloud Village, Hidden Mist Village and Hidden Rain Village, like a carefully woven web of death, and in the center of the web, they were the lone army.
"They are all secret strongholds of 'Root Remnants' or 'Lightning Eye Society'." Saori's voice was cold, like a tempered blade. "They were activated at the same time, and there was a weak chakra beacon resonance between them. They were locating each other, and it seemed that... they had received the same order."
Xuan stood behind her, his black trench coat seeming to blend into the shadows in the faint morning light.
He didn't look at the map, his eyes penetrated the endless sea of sand, and seemed to have already understood everything.
He nodded, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth. "It's exactly what you want. When a hound smells the blood of the same kind, its first reaction is not to chase the real prey, but to bite the throat of its companion at all costs to ensure that it can only enjoy the credit."
At this time, a burly man with scars on his face knelt down on one knee, his voice as calm as a mountain. "Master Xuan, Baba Tesshin is reporting. The puppet No. 3 on the East Front sent back the last image - two members suspected of being 'Mirror Abyss Group' They are fighting to the death. The battle is extremely fierce. One person is holding a Sharingan scroll drawn with special blood ink, and the other person is Hand Seals at high speed while constantly chanting 'Kagura Prayer'."
Saori frowned slightly. "Mirror Abyss Group has been destroyed long ago? Kagura Prayer is another ritual used to appease the souls of the dead. What are they doing?"
"What is destroyed is only the body, but the resentment will live forever." Xuan said coldly, with a cold light that understood the essence of the scroll. "What is written on the scroll is not a pupil technique, but a list, a death list recording the death of all lurkers and betrayers. And the prayer is not for comfort, but a contract verification ceremony to confirm whether each other has been 'contaminated'. Any member whose spirit has been penetrated cannot read the prayer in full."
He stretched out his hand, and a crystal flashing with an unknown purple light slowly emerged in his palm, as if countless wailing souls were imprisoned.
This is a forged product that he used the stolen black mist core and the fragments of a forbidden technique called 'Word Spirit'.
"Let Silver Crow take this forged crystal and sneak into one of the scenes of the most intense conflict." Xuan's order was without any emotion, "Find the two elders who are confronting each other, and just stay near them for three breaths."
Three breaths are enough to determine life or death for a ninja.
For Xuan, it is enough to shake the foundation of the entire Shinobi World.
That night, at the Hidden Leaf Village border, there was a secret stone room buried deep underground.
This was once one of the most secret altars of "Root", and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and dust.
Two elders of "Root Remnants" wearing black robes and with withered faces were facing each other on both sides of the altar. They were the same group of dead souls who had survived the cleansing of "Root", but at this moment they were glaring at each other like enemies.
"Hand over the pupil power record! You have been eroded by the unknown black mist!" The elder on the left shouted angrily. His right eye socket was empty, and in the remaining left eye, three Tomoe were spinning crazily, "Your chakra smells of betrayal!"
"That's nonsense!" another elder roared in retort, "You are the one who is really being eroded! Have you forgotten our mission? It is to protect the roots of Hidden Leaf Village, not to fight for power!"
Before he finished speaking, a silver-white crow quietly passed through the narrow vent.
It is like a silver lightning, too fast to be caught.
The moment it passed by, the forged crystal in the mysterious palm trembled slightly, releasing a Word Spirit wave frequency invisible to the naked eye.
This wave frequency has been precisely reconstructed, directly bypassing the human body's defense, and accurately piercing the spiritual sea of the two people.
In an instant, the bodies of the two people confronting each other suddenly stiffened.
They did not hear any sound in their minds, but at the same time they "saw" a syllable that could not be described in words, an ancient symbol representing ultimate fear and destruction-"Kusaen"!
It was a babble from the ancient times, a sound of chaos that could make even the gods tremble.
The pupils of the two elders suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead, and their proud Sharingan completely lost control at this moment.
It is not turned on, but pushed to the limit by an irresistible force!
Blood and tears burst out from the corners of their eyes, and the blood vessels on the surface of their eyeballs burst.
"Ah--!"
The screams were not even completed. The next moment, with two dull explosions, their eyes, together with the pupil power contained in them, exploded into blood mist!
Thousands of miles away in the Land of Wind camp, Xuan opened his eyes suddenly, as if he could penetrate space and witness the tragic situation underground with his own eyes.
He clearly felt two powerful spiritual energies erupting at the moment of disintegration, as brilliant and short-lived as fireworks.
"Now!"
He shouted lowly and [Myriad Phenomena Devouring System] launched with all his strength!
The invisible black mist spread out from his body. It was not an entity, but a spiritual tentacle of a higher dimension.
These tentacles followed the two streams of consciousness that escaped before death and invaded at an incredible speed, like hungry beasts, greedily burrowing into the depths of the memories of the two deceased people.
Massive information fragments, encrypted intelligence, and dust-laden memories poured into Xuan's mind like a flood that burst a dam.
Throughout the ages, those side bloodlines have been deliberately erased by Konoha High Command and even forgotten by the Uchiha Clan's family!
It is said that the coordinates of the "Eye Tomb" built by Sage of Six Paths in order to prevent the pupil technique from going out of control contain countless lost Mangekyō Sharingan!
There is even a layer-encrypted audio record - the secret meeting between First Hokage Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha on the eve of Valley of the End's breakup. That conversation was enough to overturn the entire history of Shinobi World!
Cold system prompts sounded one after another in Xuan's consciousness:
"Warning: A high concentration of mental pollution source has been detected and has been automatically filtered."
"Capture high-level blood inheritance seal knowledge x3, analyzing..."
"Unlock special building coordinates: Six Paths Eye Mound."
"Capture special historical information fragments... analysis completed, unlock [Eye Technique Countermeasure Matrix] primary model!"
During the evacuation, a tool man in the team code-named "Root Tongue" suddenly fell to his knees without warning, his body twitched violently, and he spit out white Utakata of unknown meaning.
Immediately afterwards, he chanted intermittently with a completely unfamiliar and strange voice that seemed to be overlapping with dozens of people. "... The seventh...Watchers... fall... inheritance... cut off... a new king... will be established..."
Saori's expression changed slightly, and he immediately stepped forward to check, and whispered, "This is the succession spell passed down from generation to generation within 'Kagura Family'. It will only be triggered when the previous generation 'Watchers' completely dies and no heir is designated. How did he know?"
Xuan Que's face was calm, as if he had everything under control.
He looked at Root Tongue, who was struggling painfully on the ground, with terrifyingly calm eyes. "They thought that watching was inheritance and glory. In my opinion, it was just captivity. Now, I have opened a gap in the cage with my own hands."
He took out a crystal, and all the information he had just swallowed had been completely burned into it.
However, he did not put it away, but threw it into the bonfire.
The crystal crackled in the flames, and soon turned into a pool of crystal liquid, and finally vaporized and disappeared.
"It's enough to remember." Xuan said calmly, "The rest is to be swallowed."
The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight pierced the horizon, the entire Shinobi World senior management fell into an unprecedented panic.
In the highest-level secret meeting urgently held by various countries, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it seemed to be frozen.
In the meeting hall of Hidden Leaf Village, one of the most senior consultant elders had trembling hands and could hardly stand still. He announced in a hoarse voice in horror, "The 'Silent Archives' stored in the deepest part of Hokage Building... is lost! All copies of 'Forbidden List' have traces of being altered by unknown forces!"
And in the nameless oasis deep in Land of Wind, Xuan slowly opened his right eye.
In the originally pitch-black pupils, circles of purple samsara ripples have expanded to half the pupil, and at the very edge of the ripples, a Buddhist swastika, symbolizing reincarnation and creation, is slowly turning vaguely.
He seemed to hear the panic in the Hidden Leaf Village conference hall thousands of miles away, and there was a trace of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.
"You are meeting to condemn me, but I am already changing your fate."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of silver light pierced the sky, and Silver Crow landed accurately on his shoulder.
This time, it did not bring back any information scroll in its claws, but a piece of black cloth soaked in blood.
On the corner of the piece of cloth, a ferocious and familiar word - root was embroidered with white silk thread.