Naruto slowly straightened, his soul overtaxed and his foundation damaged, yet his presence remained unbroken.
He looked down toward the Ōtsutsuki God. He could not see him, but he knew the bastard was there, deep in the void, hanging on by sheer will just as he was.
"Ōtsutsuki God," Naruto called, his voice ringing through the dead void. "You should understand by now. True invincibility was never about how many rules you could create."
He paused.
"It's that you can never kill me, and I can always outlast you."
Seventy-two hours. Three full days and nights.
The two supreme beings had maintained their calculations at maximum speed throughout. Countless clashes of Existence Deletion, billions of acts of self-replication and restoration—not once had either side stopped.
The void had shattered and reformed tens of thousands of times. Every star had been annihilated, the galaxies had collapsed, and the entire Star Domain of the Heavens had become a ruin of broken rules.
Fine beads of sweat gathered at Naruto's temples. His blond hair had lost its wild lift and clung damply to his forehead.
His soul remained strained past its limits, while the power of the Great Thousand World's Heavenly Dao drained from within him at a furious rate.
His hands formed Hand Seals a little more slowly, but they remained steady as stone, never pausing for an instant.
His gaze was still sharp as a blade, but one thought occupied his mind—the same thought he had turned over for three days and nights.
He still had his Myriad Sources Spiritual Root, his Xuanyuan Sword, his Power of Destruction, and his Ultra Instinct.
Even together, they could not kill the Ōtsutsuki God. His Existence Deletion was too difficult to overcome. As long as he kept deleting, Naruto could only defend, repair himself,