The power of Takamagahara!

Natsu glanced at Ban.

Ban has raised his scepter again, with ten Truth-Seeking Orb slowly rotating at the top.

His Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan intently at the World Will, his long white hair billowing in the currents of the Six Paths Chakra, and his greyish-white sage robe fluttering in the sea breeze.

"Senior Ban," Natsu said in a low voice.

"Um."

"Can you handle those thousands of demons?"

Ban's lips twitched slightly.

"Nonsense."

Natsu clicked her tongue softly.

He glanced at Ban, then turned back to look at the World Will, at those empty eyes, at the thousands of Demon Entities arranged in the Pentagram Formation, and at Imu, who was suppressed at the very bottom and was still struggling weakly.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, the curve revealing a complex and helpless feeling, like someone finally forced to reveal a trump card.

"I didn't really want to use this move."

He raised his left hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and pressed them on his left eyelid.

"But since that's the case, let's give it a try." His voice was calm, but the Mangekyou Mangekyō Sharingan had already begun to spin, the patterns of Takamagahara surging, accelerating, and shining with a dazzling crimson-gold light deep within his pupil.

"Let's see if your will is stronger, or my power of creation is stronger."

The moment the words left his mouth, everything around him froze.

The wind has stopped.

The waves stopped.

The churning clouds in the sky stopped, the smoke in the air ceased, and even the roaring Demon Entities froze in the instant they opened their mouths.

The world seemed to have been paused; everything froze in that instant.

Then a very deep hum resounded, like a star slowly awakening beneath the ground.

A domain silently unfolded beneath Natsu's feet. The domain was transparent and had extremely faint crimson-gold patterns, resembling a huge, slowly rotating disc.

Its territory expanded outward at an increasingly rapid pace, covering the Sabaody Archipelago, the southern tip of the Red Line, and hundreds of surrounding islands, eventually stopping at a boundary that was even larger than the entire ocean.

Time and spacetime restored.

Fugaku was the first to sense that something was wrong.

He stood between the eyebrows of the Complete Susanoo, its massive, sky-blue Chakra body rising above the sea.

He looked up at the crimson-gold domain that covered the entire sky, and his expression changed slightly.

The next second, his Mangekyō Sharingan began to spin uncontrollably at high speed.

He instinctively reached out to press his eyelids, but stopped halfway through. Chakra was surging into his body at a speed and density he had never experienced before, rushing through his meridians and converging into his eyes.

His Mangekyō Sharingan trembled violently in its sockets, the patterns beginning to twist, recombine, and shatter.

The feeling wasn't pain, but an extremely intense, throbbing pain, like the eyeballs being stretched open from the inside.

He gritted his teeth, his fingers gripping the control core of Susanoo tightly.

The scarlet Mangekyo Sharingan pattern shattered completely.

Then a Tomoe slowly appeared in his pupil.

A small, jet-black, quiet Tomoe hangs on a scarlet background.

Then, the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth appeared one after another, surrounding the pupil, their patterns unfolding in concentric circles, like ripples spreading out after a pebble is thrown into a lake.

Finally, the Six Tomoe arranged themselves into a triple rotating ring within the scarlet pupils.

Fugaku's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

He lowered his head and looked at Susanoo's hands.

He sensed it.

The Chakra density of the Complete Susanoo was surging, and dark gold patterns appeared on the surface of the sky-blue armor. The outline of the giant body was more solid and larger than before.

He raised his head again, and the reflection of the entire battlefield was seen in his Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan.

The Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan.

But this is just the beginning.

Fugaku's Chakra fluctuations spread outwards, like a pebble falling into water, causing ripples to spread in all directions.

Uchiha Kei stood at the edge of the battlefield, the Itsumade pattern in his Mangekyō Sharingan spinning rapidly.

He sensed the change in Fugaku's Chakra, and then his own Mangekyō Sharingan began to tremble.

The patterns shattered, Tomoe appeared, one after another, until the Six Tomoe formed a pattern in the scarlet pupils.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He didn't speak, but simply gripped the knife in his hand tighter.

The Yaoyu and Yakumi the medicines changed almost simultaneously.

The two brothers' Mangekyo Sharingan shattered and reformed simultaneously, and Six Tomoe appeared at the same time.

The two looked at each other, but neither spoke first.

Yaoyu's lips twitched, Yakumi shook her head, as if to say, "Don't ask, I don't know what happened either."

Setsuna, Tekka, Taoho, Yashiro, Killing Hall —one after another, ripples of Chakra spread from Fugaku to Kei, from Kei to the Yakumi of Yaoyu, and from the Yakumi Yaoyu to all the Uchiha clan members who had awakened their Mangekyo Sharingan.

Everyone's Mangekyo Sharingan is constantly breaking down, rebuilding, and coalescing.

One after another, pairs of crimson Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan lit up on the battlefield.

Those Night Owl Guard members who hadn't yet activated their Mangekyo Sharingan reacted even more violently.

A young Night Owl Guard lowered his head and looked at his hands.

His Three-Tomoe Sharingan was spinning rapidly, the three Tomoe intertwining, merging, and reforming within his pupils.

He felt his eyeballs swelling, his vision blurring, and then suddenly clearing.

He looked up at his companion beside him, who was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then froze simultaneously.

In the other person's eyes, a unique pattern floated on a scarlet background—that was the Mangekyō Sharingan.

One after another, pairs of scarlet, Mangekyō Sharingan lit up in the Night Owl Guard's formation.

Some people instinctively reached out to touch their eyes, some turned to look at their companions, and some opened their mouths but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Fugaku ignored the commotion behind him.

He looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, Madara Uchiha hovered in the void, his long white hair fluttering in the air currents of Six Paths Chakra.

He slowly stretched out his hands, opened his palms, and looked down at his hands.

He sensed it.

An incredible power was surging into his body, purer, more powerful, and more Origin than the Six Paths Chakra he had forcibly condensed through the Kotoamatsukami.

The Six Tomoe in his Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan began to tremble simultaneously, and then a new Tomoe split off from the end of each Tomoe.

Six became nine.

Nine Tomoe are distributed around the pupil, with the patterns unfolding in concentric circles.

Nine jet-black Tomoe were arranged in a triple rotating ring within the scarlet pupils, each rotating independently and releasing different ripples of pupil power.

The Nine-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan.