The sky breaks, and the cold morning wind carries the thin mist and blows across the silent mountain tops.
Xuan's figure appeared in this dead place like a ghost, and at his feet was the place where Grey Valley fell.
The old man's withered body has not yet decayed, and his face still retains the shock and unwillingness he had before his death.
Next to his dead branch that turned into ashes, a slender blood-red flower broke out of the ground. The dewdrops condensed on the petals reflected a strange light in the rising morning light.
Xuan slowly squatted down and stared calmly at this little flower with strangely tenacious vitality.
He pulled out the short knife from his waist and made a cut on his fingertips with an expressionless face. Dark red blood quickly seeped out and dripped.
The drop of blood did not slip off, but was absorbed by a sponge and instantly integrated into the delicate petals.
Almost at the same moment, a cold system prompt sounded in his mind.
"The combination of host blood and Divine Tree residual energy has been detected, and the conditions are met."
"Enable [Myriad Phenomena Return to the Eye·Mimicry] function: Construct ultra-wide-area group phantom projection..."
"Consumption Divine Tree cells x1."
Before he finished speaking, a terrifying energy that could not be described in words suddenly exploded with the small bloody flower as the center!
In an instant, the entire mountain peak was completely enveloped in crimson light. The light poured in like a sea of blood, soaring into the sky, tearing apart the dawn sky!
In the light, Grey Valley's body slowly stood up.
His long-lost body became plump again, and his originally empty eyes suddenly opened, but what came out was not a human gaze, but a pure, heart-stopping scarlet!
"Scarlet Eye walks in the world, and all the gods are just stupid dogs!"
An old, majestic voice, as if it came from the ancient times, came from the mouth of "Grey Valley" and turned into rolling sound waves that resounded for hundreds of miles!
"Those who offer sacrifices live, those who disobey fate perish!"
Dozens of miles away, Allied Shinobi Forces's camp instantly exploded.
This sound was like thunder from the sky, resounding directly in the depths of everyone's soul. Countless ninjas woke up from their sleep and looked in the direction of the sound in shock.
The red light pillar soaring into the sky and the huge figure standing tall and emitting Kamui on the top of the mountain were clearly reflected in everyone's eyes.
"Then... what is that?"
"Is it an illusion? Quick, perception class!"
"I... my chakra is shaking... I can't feel any trace of genjutsu!"
The camp was in an uproar, and panic spread like a plague.
The perceptive ninjas tried their best, but they could only come to a conclusion that made them feel cold all over - it couldn't be analyzed!
The fluctuation of this power exceeds their understanding of chakra. It is neither a ninjutsu nor an illusion. It is more like a... manifestation of the laws of heaven and earth!
Shikamaru Nara's face was livid, and he rushed out of the command tent immediately, shouting sternly, "Block the news! No one is allowed to make unreasonable comments. This is a large-scale illusion of the enemy. Stay calm!"
However, his order was too late.
Discipline appears so fragile in the face of absolute, beyond-comprehension power.
There are already a large number of low-level ninjas who are weak-minded. Facing the god-like figure and the deafening "oracle", their legs weakened and they knelt down uncontrollably. They kept kowtowing towards the red light in the distance and murmured to themselves, "The new oracle... this is the arrival of the new oracle!"
On the high tower, Torune Aburame was stiff all over.
His compound eyes could clearly see that on the top of the mountain in the distance, the lips of "Grey Valley" were indeed opening and closing in perfect sync with the loud voice.
But the Kikaichū in his body sent back a message that made him suffocate - zero!
No chakra-la fluctuations whatsoever!
Not even a little bit!
How could a jutsu that can make a sound resound hundreds of miles away have no chakra?
"No... this is not a ninjutsu..." Torune Aburame's lips trembled slightly, and an idea that subverted what he had learned all his life grew crazily, "This is... tampering with the rules?"
At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Chiyo Saori's cold eyes swept over the "miracle" in the distance, but the corner of his mouth raised an imperceptible arc.
Without any hesitation, she decisively ordered the puppet master beside her, "Abandon the original assembly point, turn the troops, and immediately control the secret passages No. 3, 7, and 11, which are the shortcuts to the main root of Divine Tree!"
After the order was given, she turned to her confidant Baba Tesshin and said coldly, "Has the signal been sent?"
"It has been sent, my lord."
"Very good." Chiyo Saori's eyes flashed with madness and expectation, "Activate all the 'Resonator' we buried before! I want the entire earth to become the echo of the 'oracle'!"
Following her order, hundreds of special devices distributed underground throughout the battlefield were quietly activated.
These devices disguised as rocks are actually her secretly improved sonic resonance puppets, which can accurately capture and amplify the phantom frequencies created by Xuan.
In an instant, there seemed to be countless voices ringing out from all directions, converging into a vaster torrent, making the sentence "Scarlet Eye walk in the world, all gods are rotten dogs" sound as if the whole world was announcing it!
"Miracles" are no longer limited to a mountain peak, but are spread throughout the battlefield!
In the secret stronghold of Madara Uchiha, he was closing his eyes to rest and suddenly opened his eyes.
"This voice..." He stood up suddenly and stepped in front of an ancient stone wall, which was full of the Uchiha Clan secrets.
"That prophet has died a long time ago... But why is the voice just now exactly the same as what was recorded on the scroll back then?"
His fingers ran over a line of ancient words that had been eroded by time. "At the end of the Warring States Period, Scarlet Eye appeared, and Uchiha Clan ancestors wept."
He always thought that this was just a fabrication by later generations and an exaggerated legend.
But now, this legend is actually happening in front of him!
He had to re-examine Xuan's identity - who was that man?
Could it be... that he is really related to the buried history of the Uchiha Clan?
High in the sky, Xuan stood on the clouds, overlooking his masterpiece.
The phantoms of red light altars rising in all directions, and the resonance coming from the depths of the earth, complement each other, pushing this "miracle" to a climax.
The corner of his mouth raised slightly, but he did not personally create more chaos.
What he wants is not a gorgeous fireworks, but a seed that can break down the entire Allied Shinobi Forces's defenses.
He knows very well that when a group of strong people begin to doubt the mission they are fighting for, and even doubt the world they live in, their strength will begin to disintegrate from within.
Fear and faith will ferment on their own and brew the most mellow wine.
At this moment, in a hidden corner, Obito wearing a mask also received the information.
He was silent for a moment, and then gave an order to the two confidants behind him, "Go to the place where Grey Valley fell. Your mission is... to verify the miracle."
On the other side, Torune Aburame finally made a crazy decision after experiencing a fierce ideological struggle.
He tore up the official report he had just written and burned it.
Then, he carried a miniature insect swarm recorder alone and quietly left the camp. Like a shadow, he quickly sneaked towards the source of the red light.
"Orders, discipline, war... are all meaningless in the face of the power that can rewrite the world." He whispered to himself, his eyes burning with the flame of seeking truth, "If the world can really be rewritten by one person out of thin air... then I must see with my own eyes how he does it!"
In the center of the storm, Xuan's figure had already disappeared from the top of the mountain.
Deep underground, in a deep and silent cave, he slowly descended.
Here, all the hustle and bustle of the outside world is isolated by the thick rock formations.
He stretched out his right hand, put his five fingers together, and slowly and firmly inserted it into his chest.
The strange thing is that his hands passed through the skin and muscles, but did not bring out a trace of blood, and did not leave any wounds on the chest, as if the body was illusory.
Finally, he pulled his hand out of his chest, holding a pure black heart that was beating violently in his palm.
The heart exudes an ominous and sacred aura, as if it is a collection of all the contradictions in the world - it is his own "False God's Heart" that he used the system to peel off.
The drama of the outside world is just the appetizer.
In the next scene, he wants everyone to witness with their own eyes how a real "god" is born from nothingness.
And this heart is the last and most critical piece of the puzzle in this grand ceremony.