Beyond the Kuma flames, jet-black water dragons emerge from the void, severing the connection between reality and the Illusionary World.
As the dragon's body tumbled, carrying the still-burning flames, it drifted to the side. Accompanied by the flickering shadows, the Kurama Murakumo and his wife escaped the sea of fire.
"How is this possible? Even a water-style technique of this level can't extinguish the flames?"
After confirming that the two were out of danger, Yuhi Kurenai breathed a sigh of relief, but was immediately stunned, finding it utterly unbelievable.
"This is Yin Release fire created by the Illusionary World, targeting this couple. It's Yin Release even more troublesome than Izanagi, and Kekkei Genkai with no side effects..."
A mysterious smile appeared on her lips. With a flick of her sleeve, Huayue produced a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and in a short moment, she drew out one spell after another.
"Sealing Seal - Fire Sealing Seal!"
Like vines spreading out, the sealing seal swiftly enveloped the Illusionary World fire that permeated the water's surface, ultimately sealing it onto the paper.
"Interesting, so very interesting. I'm entrusting my body to you, Red."
Strands of milky white light flickered as Huayue's soul rushed towards the distant hut enveloped by the Illusionary World's fluctuations.
" Spirit Transformation Technique? I hope there won't be any problems. This guy still likes to mess around as much as ever."
Lowering her head, Yuhi Kurenai smiled gently. The Kurama Murakumo wife slowly awoke and were somewhat surprised to see a strange man in Yuhi Kurenai's arms.
"Miss Hong, could this be...?"
"Never mind his identity. What strange things did you do while I was away? Or has Yakumo's condition worsened again?"
Seeing Hong's serious expression, the couple exchanged a glance and had no choice but to tell the truth.
"Actually, after you left, we tried to persuade Yakumo to give up his dream of becoming a ninja in a rather tactful way, and then..."
Kurama Murakumo frowned, his expression seemingly helpless, while his wife spoke up to defend Yakumo.
"It's absolutely not that child's fault. She has always been very respectful and loving towards her people and us. It can't be her!"
Seeing his wife's agitation, Kurama Murakumo offered a few words of comfort, but his expression remained somber.
If it weren't for their daughter, who else in the Kurama Clan could use such powerful Genjutsu that could affect reality?
"Indeed, as Mrs. Kurama said, Yakumo did not do this, but that does not mean that Yakumo is unrelated."
Yuhi Kurenai was worried. Even the eyes of the Uchiha Clan might not be able to help with such a mysterious Kekkei Genkai.
But now, we can only place our hopes on him.
'Please, please don't let anything happen, Huayue...'
In Kurama Yakumo's bedroom, a spirit-like figure floats in mid-air, an exquisite and intricate Mangekyō gazing down at the figure below.
He had long brown hair, pale skin, and an expression that seemed both tired and somewhat uneasy.
With keen attention and keen insight, Huayue could clearly see the beads of sweat seeping from her forehead and her body struggling slightly, as if she were afraid of something.
On the surface, it appears to be just a little girl having a nightmare and living in fear.
However, the illusory and unstable Yin Release power and the fluctuations of the Illusionary World were something that Huayue could not ignore.
"We'll only know what happened if we go in and see for ourselves."
Raising his right hand, a short sword resembling a samurai kaishaku appeared, its strange patterns on the hilt and its ethereal blade emanating an aura similar to that of the Shinigami.
"It's on."
The spirit entered Kurama Yakumo's body and, through the interplay of illusion and reality, entered a boundless world.
Like a canvas, a mixture of colors, it resembles a background that has been painted and used countless times and then carelessly discarded in a corner.
The startling smell of paint, mixed with an almost blatant malice, ultimately shaped the scene before us.
"This disgusting feeling, this evil aura... indeed, it's very similar to the eye power of the Uchiha, who are born evil and understand the meaning of love. What a pity..."
A hint of indifference flashed in Uchiha Huayue's eyes; compared to true evil, this negative emotion was far from enough.
Unbeknownst to them, one painting after another emerged from all directions, surrounding the Huayue that constantly commented on this place.
No matter how distorted and chaotic the content on the scroll may be, it will always be isolated by the Yin Release is a type of magical energy) power of the spirit when it gets close, as if creating an independent Pure Land in this space-time.
"I see. The long-term fusion with the Yin Release power that creates all things from nothingness has a natural repulsion and resistance to life energy that Yang Release."
With a flick of his short blade, countless scrolls shattered, and a small, helpless figure, huddled on the central stone platform of the world, sobbed softly.
"I should give up on becoming a ninja."
Yakumo had always heard his beloved parents say this to him, but when he thought of his clansmen and uncles who looked at him with hope, he was caught in a vortex of struggle.
His body was too weak to withstand the normal training of a ninja, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not succeed...
Immersed in anger, anxiety, resentment, dissatisfaction, and self-blame, Yakumo heard its voice...
"You are resentful, why are you resentful? We are omnipotent, omnipotent in this world. With just a wave of our brush, we can destroy everything that you resent."
The somber, hoarse voice was constantly seductive, and the illusory power, coupled with the nauseating murmurs, continuously filled the weak body with strength.
"Be one with me, and let all those things that cause you pain disappear from the world!"
Its pale skin gradually turned pitch black, and its fingers grew longer and longer, pointing towards the direction of a wild beast. Its face became ferocious, and it grew two horns on its head.
The ethereal negative forces, creating everything in an illusory world without being seen, gradually become real.
"A crude and immature temptation, a little guy who is less than 24 hours old, wants to interfere with the real world in front of me. It's really wishful thinking."
In a moment of astonishment, the monster that was gradually merging with Yakumo raised its head, and its eyes, which had turned from scarlet to deep purple, instantly drove it mad.
"Those eyes! Ah! You damned bastard, what can you do? In this spacetime, I Idu, am the master of everything! Die!"
The monster, calling itself Idu, screamed wildly, and countless layers of paintings overlapped like mountains, attempting to banish Huayue to a boundless, illusory world.
"Have you ever heard of the God of Shinigami, who rules over the death of all things in the Three Realms?"
The short blade, imbued with the power of Shinigami that binds the three realms, instantly shatters countless scrolls of time and space, along with the negative emotions connected to Yakumo, all of which are severed by the Shinigami Dagger.
"Don't underestimate the Shinigami's Blade, which can sever the essence of the soul, you idiot who doesn't understand common sense."