The crystal called "False Yin Seed" rotates slowly, emitting a deep and ominous light, like a black heart condensed with endless resentment.
Xuan's eyes were as calm as an abyss. He was not in a hurry to take it into his body. Instead, with a flick of his fingertips, a strand of silver substance that was thinner than spider silk was accurately injected into it.
That was the most original template he analyzed from the remaining gene fragments of Kaguya. It was the fragment of the will of the mother of Divine Tree.
Immediately afterwards, he pressed his other palm on the stone surface of the altar. The Divine Tree cells that had been hiding there were instantly activated like sharks that smelled the fishy smell, turning into countless emerald green energy threads that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, scrambling to wrap around the False Yin Seed.
The resonance begins.
The silver Kaguya gene is the key, the emerald green Divine Tree cells are the furnace, and False Yin Seed is the stubborn iron waiting to be forged into a peerless fierce weapon.
At the moment when the energy converged, a cold mechanical sound sounded in his mind on time:
"Start [Kekkei Genkai Catalysis Program]."
"Target: Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan."
"Confirmation consumption: False Yin Seed x1, Tailed Beast Chakra fragments x3, soul mark x1."
Soul imprint, which is the most expensive price, means that he will separate part of his soul essence as the fuel for this evolution.
If you succeed, your soul and eye power will become one and you will enter a new realm; if you fail, your soul will be scattered and you will lose the qualification for reincarnation.
But there was no wave on Xuan's face.
He knew that this gamble must be carried out in full view of the public.
Power can only be transformed into deterrence when witnessed; and fear must be sown with the grandest and most desperate rituals.
This wasteland is the first theater he prepared for Shinobi World.
Ten miles away, on a low hill, Chiyo Saori is like an emotionless statue. Countless Chakra Threadss that are almost impossible to detect with the naked eye extend from his fingers, accurately controlling the puppet troops within a radius of dozens of miles.
The twelve pitch-black "Resonance Stele" have long been buried underground according to some ancient formation, with only the sharp tops exposed, like fangs of the earth.
At the core of each monument, there is a specially processed audio sealed - the last fragment about Lin stripped from the depths of Silver Crow's memory.
"Baba," she ordered to a sturdy ninja beside her without looking back, "When Master Huixuan really starts to attack the pupil barrier and the celestial changes reach their peak, detonate the three northernmost monuments simultaneously. Remember, the effect I want is not to resound through the sky, but to make the sound seem to seep out from the Jiuyou underground, with the vibrato of the dead souls."
Baba's body trembled slightly, and a trace of awe flashed in his eyes. "Is... are we going to stage another 'God's Wrath' drama?"
Chiyo Saori raised a cold arc at the corner of her mouth, turned her head, her side face was pale and enchanting in the moonlight. "No, Baba. When the gods are angry, mortals will only kneel down and pray. But this time, what I want them to hear is the last sigh of the 'gods' before they die. Despair is more powerful than anger."
On the altar, Xuan took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale the last bit of cold air before dawn into his lungs.
The next second, he brazenly pressed the violently trembling False Yin Seed into the socket of his right eye!
"Ugh!"
Severe pain, like a matrix of red-hot steel needles piercing deep into the brain, then stirring crazily.
Every nerve is screaming, every cell is wailing.
However, Xuan's body only trembled slightly, and then became as steady as a rock.
In the orbit of his right eye, the normal pupil was instantly swallowed up by a violent energy, and was replaced by a chaotic Uzumaki Clan intertwined with red, blue, purple, gold and black.
At the same time, countless black vine-like lines spread crazily under the skin of his exposed upper body, extending from his chest to his cheeks, as if something was about to break out of his body.
This is a symptom of the fierce confrontation between Divine Tree cells out of control and his own Sage Body nature. The tearing of every inch of skin is accompanied by rebirth, and destruction and creation have reached a terrifying balance in him.
Boom--!
The sky changes in response.
The eastern sky, which was originally only slightly bright, was suddenly shrouded in endless dark clouds, making the sky darker than midnight.
In the center of the thick clouds, a huge Uzumaki Clan slowly took shape. There was lightning and thunder, but strangely no sound came out, like a silent mime.
A dazzling red beam of light suddenly shot out from Xuan's eyebrows, tearing through the darkness, penetrating the sky, and shooting straight into the core of the clouds Uzumaki Clan!
"Then... what is that?!"
"Oh my God! The sky is pierced!"
In the distance, those ninjas from all sides who were alerted and came to spy, whether they were jounin or Anbu, all had their legs weak at this moment. Under this absolute pressure from the life level, they fell to their knees involuntarily, their bodies shaking like chaff.
A well-informed old Kumogakure ninja pointed at the red light that penetrated the sky and the earth with a trembling voice, and exclaimed, "It's the fetal movement of Divine Tree... It is said that Sage of Six Paths also caused a similar celestial phenomenon when it opened Rinnegan... Could it be... that Scarlet Eye is about to fully open?!"
Everyone held their breath, their hearts beating wildly, and stared in the direction of the altar, waiting for the final judgment to come.
At this moment of intense attention and extreme nervousness, a cold light flashed in Chiyo Saori's eyes, and his fingers suddenly drew inward!
"Detonate!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
On the northern horizon, three dull explosions sounded almost simultaneously.
The power of the explosion was precisely controlled underground and did not raise much smoke, but an invisible and strange sound wave spread like ripples.
After the cross-amplification and resonance of twelve Resonance Stele, the frequency of this sound wave was adjusted to an extremely subtle range.
The next moment, a shrill, desperate girl's cry sounded in the depths of everyone's mind without any warning:
"Obito... save me..."
This sound is not heard through the ears, but directly affects the auditory nerve!
It is ethereal and erratic, as if it comes from the distant past, and also seems to come from the bottom of everyone's heart.
Immediately afterwards, before the cry dissipated, another old and domineering roar exploded like thunder:
"These eyes... should not belong to you!"
Two completely different voices, one representing endless regret and fetters, the other representing absolute will and inheritance, were intertwined at this moment, forming a terrifying storm of mental pollution.
This is not an illusion. Chiyo Saori used the audio clips extracted from the memory of Silver Crow to directly create an irresistible "collective tinnitus" in the minds of thousands of ninjas through high-frequency resonance.
Its effect is more insidious and more unpredictable than the most brilliant illusion!
"Ah--!"
"My head! Who's talking!"
"Get out of my head!"
Panic spread instantly. Countless ninjas held their heads and rolled in pain on the ground. Their mental defenses collapsed instantly under this sudden double impact.
At the edge of the chaotic battlefield, Torune Aburame, who was evacuating hastily with several of his subordinates, suddenly stopped.
The Kikaichū in him was restless as never before, as if he had a premonition of the arrival of a natural enemy.
He looked up at the red light pillar in horror, and listened to the weird roar that echoed across the sky and the earth, and the blood drained from his face.
"Madman... he is a complete madman..." he murmured to himself, and for the first time his eyes showed fear not because of the power gap, but because of understanding. "He is not integrating power at all... he is using his own pain, everyone's fear, and the tampered past as fuel... This is not evolution, this is sacrifice! A bloody sacrifice to the new world!"
It wasn't until this moment that Torune Aburame truly understood Xuan's plot.
He doesn't care at all whether he can become the second Sage of Six Paths. He doesn't want to become a god, he wants to define "god" with his own hands!
He wants to drag everyone into the narrative he has woven - a new world built of pain, fear and big lies!
And today is the opening ceremony of this new world.
On the altar, the mixed colors Uzumaki Clan in Xuan You's eyes finally began to subside.
The last ray of black energy representing chaos was swallowed up by the golden light, and in the eye sockets, a brand new pupil took shape!
It was an eye whose strangeness and beauty could not be described in words.
Above the dark eyes, there is a pentagram pattern in the center, and surrounding the pentagram is a ouroboros that is devouring its own tail!
Ancient, mysterious, evil, and full of the paradoxical atmosphere of reincarnation and destruction.
Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, done!
Xuan slowly stood up from the altar.
Following his movements, a chakra storm visible to the naked eye centered on him and suddenly swept around!
Wherever the storm passed, sand and gravel were crushed into powder, and the air was torn into sharp whistling sounds. The strange sounds made by Resonance Stele were like thin ice in the sun, swallowed up in an instant by this absolute power.
The world is Return to Silence quiet.
He ignored the crawling ants around him and just cast his gaze in the distant direction where Madara and Obito might exist.
His lips moved slightly and he whispered in a voice that only he could hear:
"You have used death, deception and agreement to give these eyes a heavy meaning... Now, it's my turn."
"I'll... tear it up with my own hands."
The moment he finished speaking, behind him, very far away, on the cliff where Grey Valley once carved the prophecy with his life, bright red liquid seeped out from the gaps in the rock wall without warning.
The liquid quickly gathered, and next to the original writing, a new and more shocking line of bloody characters was quietly outlined:
God is not dead, he just changed his master.