And Orochimaru was also quietly watching Senju Chen's incredible operation.
"Conversion... begins!"
Senju Chen's forehead showed a trace of fine beads of sweat.
The soul fire he held was wrapped in his spiritual power, and through the energy channel constructed by the device, it began to move slowly but firmly... towards White Zetsu Puppet at the other end!
One meter, half a meter, ten centimeters...
The moment when that little bit of soul fire touches the center of White Zetsu Puppet's eyebrows--
Boom!
As for the body of Yahiko lying on the platform, the last rise and fall of his chest completely stopped. All the breath of life in his body completely disappeared at this moment.
And the puppet on the other side didn't respond at all.
Did Chen-kun fail?
Konan's heart suddenly tightened and he almost fainted.
But the next second! The puppet's chest began to rise and fall steadily.
Once, twice...
A brand new, unfamiliar, yet extremely familiar breath of life emanates from this puppet.
"Success..."
Orochimaru looked at the stabilized data on the light screen and said immediately.
"This... this..." Nagato murmured to himself. He looked at the white puppet with the face of Yahiko, and then at the completely cold body of Yahiko on the other side. At this moment, the entire world view was completely shattered and then reshaped.
Senju Chen took off his helmet and let out a long sigh of relief.
Damn, I'm more tired than I thought. This Spirit Transformation Technique still has flaws. If I hadn't been very energetic, I would have almost overturned just now.
He walked up to Nagato and Konan and patted their shoulders.
"Okay, the operation was successful. The soul of Yahiko has been safely transferred to the new 'body'. Next comes the long time of 'system reinstallation' and 'hardware repair'."
"You can stay with him here."
Two days later.
"Well..."
A slight moan came from the white puppet's mouth.
Yahiko's "eyelids" trembled for a moment, then slowly opened.
What came into view was a strange, softly shining metal ceiling.
[Where is... where?]
He felt that his body was light and weightless.
He tried moving his fingers.
A pale, bloodless finger was raised obediently.
[Why... why did my hand become this color?]
He struggled to sit up and looked down at his body.
Pure white, like a body made of intertwined plant roots, it is smooth and unfamiliar.
[I... am I... dead?]
[Is this heaven? Or hell?]
He looked around blankly.
Huge light curtain, cold metal, all kinds of unnamed precision instruments...
Everything feels futuristic, like... entering another world.
At this moment, he saw two familiar figures not far away.
Nagato and Konan are lying next to a huge glass container, seemingly asleep.
And in that container, soaked in the green nutrient solution...
It's "his" body!
"Nagato? Konan?"
Yahiko spoke subconsciously, but what came out was a slightly hoarse and unfamiliar voice.
"I'm not dead?"
"I... what's going on?"
"How... am I looking at myself outside?"
His voice woke up the two people from their light sleep.
Nagato and Konan suddenly raised their heads. When they saw the "white Yahiko" who could already sit up, their eyes instantly burst into unspeakable ecstasy and tears.
"Yahiko!"
Konan rushed over desperately and wanted to hug him, but when he touched the cold and pale body, his movements froze suddenly.
Nagato also walked quickly, his lips trembling with excitement.
"You... you're awake! Yahiko! You're finally awake!"
Yahiko looked at the two people who were excited and incoherent, and then looked at himself in the glass jar, his mind was in chaos.
He stretched out his pale hand, pointed at the glass jar, and asked with confusion on his face:
"Um... who can explain it to me?"
"What... what's wrong with me?"
Yahiko sat blankly on the cold metal platform, looking down at his pale, textureless palms. He tried to make a fist, but there was no sluggish feeling of bone friction, nor the warmth of blood flow, only a strange touch, similar to the squeezing of plant fibers.
He raised his head, looked past Nagato and Konan, and landed directly on the huge glass container.
In the container, the light green nutrient solution was constantly bubbling. A very familiar person was floating in it with his eyes closed. He had orange hair, a hideous scar on his chest that had been sutured, and a face that belonged to him.
"Is that inside... me?"
"Then who am I now???"
Yahiko's voice came out from this pale body, with a hollow buzzing sound, completely lacking the sunshine and vitality of his original voice.
"Yahiko!" Konan could no longer control her emotions, and tears burst into her eyes. She rushed forward, opening her arms to hug her lost companion tightly.
However, the moment she was about to touch Yahiko.
Konan's footsteps were frozen in place.
Less than half a meter away from Yahiko, Konan's hands stopped in mid-air, and the expression on his face froze. Tears were still hanging in the corners of his eyes, but the excitement in his eyes was replaced by an indescribable complex emotion.
Because the distance was too close, she finally saw Yahiko's current face clearly.
It couldn't be called a "face" at all. There were no eyebrows, no eyelashes, and no ups and downs of the bridge of the nose. There were only two dark holes that served as eyes, and a tiny crack served as the mouth. The entire face was as smooth as a dough that had just been kneaded and had no time to be kneaded into shape. It was pale, weird, and exuded an aura of the underworld that did not belong to humans.
"Konan?" Yahiko looked at Konan standing in mid-air and tilted his smooth braised head in confusion.
Konan silently retracted his hand, turned his head, raised his sleeves and wiped his tears, his tone was a little stiff. "Mi...Yahiko, don't come over yet. I'm a little dizzy."
"Faint?" Yahiko was confused.
He turned to look at the Nagato on the other side. Nagato's pair of Rinnegan, which were usually extremely cold, were staring at the metal texture of the ceiling, as if they were studying whether the screws on it were screwed in clockwise or counterclockwise.
"Nagato, what's wrong with you?"
Yahiko was anxious, and he subconsciously stretched out his hands to touch his face.
It's smooth when you get it.
There is no protrusion of the nose, no outline of the ears.
Yahiko took a breath of cold air (although he didn't need to breathe now), and moved his hands down his neck. His chest was flat; his abdomen was flat.
His hand continued downward.
One second later.
"Ahhhhhhhh--!!!"