In the distant depths of the universe, on the Ōtsutsuki Homeworld.
This is a huge and ancient planet, its surface covered with countless winding and twisting God Tree that emit a faint glow. The air is filled with an energy so dense it seems to be unable to dissolve, yet it also carries a cold, lifeless stillness.
Ōtsutsuki Kyoshiki knelt in a disheveled state before a magnificent palace woven from bones and the God Tree. Behind him were four other survivors, equally wounded and shaken. They had lost their arrogance and indifference upon arrival, leaving only the fear and humiliation of surviving a catastrophe.
Deep within the palace, several indescribably majestic figures sat serenely amidst the mist. The mere aura they unintentionally emitted caused even Peak Domain Level expert like Kyoshiki to tremble in his soul, unable to muster the slightest thought of resistance. These were the Saint of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, truly beings standing at the pinnacle of the universe.
" Kyoshiki, your mission has failed." A detached, emotionless voice rang out, as if the very laws of the universe were proclaiming a verdict.
Kyoshiki lowered his head even further, his voice trembling slightly. "Reporting to the Saint, it is not that I am incompetent, but that star system called the Shinobi World is simply... far too strange!"
He dared not conceal anything and recounted the details of the battle he had encountered, especially focusing on the terrifying secret technique that burned life and soul.
"... Their individual strength is indeed not strong, at most only at the Domain Level Early Stage. But... they have an extremely terrifying secret technique of mutual destruction! Once unleashed, the power that bursts forth instantly is enough to threaten or even kill the Peak Domain Level! Those ants of the White Tiger Corps, and those two strange aircraft carriers, all relied on this secret technique to cause us heavy losses! If they hadn't willingly sacrificed themselves, we probably would have..." Kyoshiki's voice still carried a trace of lingering fear.
"A secret technique that burns life and soul?" Another Saint's voice, tinged with interest, rang out. "Interesting... To be able to temporarily boost power to such an extent, even touching a trace of the rules... This is definitely not something an ordinary civilization could master. Kyoshiki, is the information you mentioned in your previous report about the possible existence of ' Saint Level mysteries' in that world related to this?"
"I'm not sure!" Kyoshiki hurriedly replied, "But the energy level and law fluctuations when that secret technique erupted did indeed exceed the scope of ordinary Domain Level, carrying a trace... a trace of almost primordial destructive aura. Moreover, my Rinnegan can vaguely sense that deep within that star system, there seems to be an extremely subtle yet chilling vitality, somewhat similar to the aura of that secret technique, but even more ancient and pure..."
A brief silence fell over the palace. The thoughts of the several Saint were communicating silently.
"News about Saint Level must not be lost." The initially indifferent voice rang out again. "That secret technique is also worth investigating. If we can master it, it will be of great significance to our race."
" Sōichi," the voice turned to a figure in the mist, "You will lead the team to that Shinobi World world star system. Investigate the truth behind the Saint Level mystery and seize that secret technique. If necessary... eliminate all resistance."
The figure named Ōtsutsuki Sōichi slowly stood up. He was shrouded in chaotic energy, obscuring his exact appearance, but his very existence caused the surrounding space to constantly rise and fall. "I obey your decree." His voice was calm, yet carried an indifference that held the power of life and death in his hands.
When Saint travels, he has his own unique style and demeanor.
Several days later, the void outside the Ōtsutsuki Homeworld was torn apart, and a colossal ship, indescribably massive and resembling a gnarled God Tree, slowly emerged, its size even surpassing that of planets in the Shinobi World! This was none other than Ōtsutsuki Sōichi's steed—the " Divine Wood Royal Court."
Closely following behind were countless, overwhelming God Tree Battleship! These warships varied in size, but even the smallest were several times the size of Shinobi World's main battleship. They resembled a migrating swarm of locusts or a surging tide of wood, exuding a cold and bloodthirsty aura. Their number was a full one hundred million!
An Ōtsutsuki Legion! This is the majesty of the Ōtsutsuki Saint, and also their "importance" placed on that "strange" star system.
"Let's go," Ōtsutsuki Sōichi ordered indifferently.
boom!
The massive fleet activated simultaneously, tearing through the void and performing a hyperspace jump, its target being the Solar System where the Shinobi World resides!
In the outer reaches of the Solar System, near Neptune's orbit.
The traces of the past battlefield have not yet been completely buried by cosmic dust; the wreckage of the White Tiger Corps's warships still floats in the cold void, silently telling the story of the previous carnage. And now, this airspace is once again shrouded in a grim atmosphere.
The newly reorganized Shinobi World Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, and Kirin legions, along with private armies from various clans, summoning beast battle groups, and the Hell Oni Clan Corps, have already constructed a solid defensive line here. Countless warships are arranged in a complex three-dimensional battle formation, and energy shields are connected in a continuous line, like a Great Wall of Light stretching for billions of miles. Planetary defense fortresses stand like Sea God at key nodes, their cannons flashing with a dangerous light.
All the Shinobi World warriors held their breath, staring intently at the empty void on the probe, but everyone could feel the suffocating pressure from the depths of the distant starry sea rapidly approaching.
Sudden!
Buzz--!!!
A vast expanse of void beyond Neptune's orbit was torn apart by an irresistible force, as fragile as cloth! Countless enormous spatial rifts appeared out of thin air, and then, one, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand... an endless, densely packed array of God Tree Battleship surged forth from the rifts like a flood bursting its banks!
Their massive hulls blocked out the starlight, their cold metal shells reflecting the faint light of the distant sun, forming an endless cloud of death. In particular, the " Divine Wood Royal Court," located in the center and resembling a small planet, exuded such pressure that some of the less resolute Shinobi World warriors felt a stinging pain in their souls, almost causing them to kneel down.
"One... one hundred million?! How is that possible?!" someone exclaimed in disbelief on the command channel.
Despite being mentally prepared, when faced with the Ōtsutsuki Legion, whose individual strength far surpassed their own, a sense of oppressive despair instantly gripped many hearts. The disparity in military power between the two sides, both in quantity and quality, was suffocating.
"Hold on! Everyone hold on!" Commanders at all levels roared hoarsely, trying to quell the unrest. "Remember our mission! Remember the sacrificed White Tiger Corps! In the Shinobi World, there is no turning back!"
The Ōtsutsuki Legion didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack. They simply hovered there quietly, like a deathly cloud, slowly and steadily pressing towards the interior of the Solar System. That silent intimidation was more chilling than a frenzied attack.
Inside the Divine Wood Royal Court, Ōtsutsuki Sōichi, through the vision of Sage Eye, looked down at the defensive line composed of "tiny" warships ahead. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, a smile that conveyed the indifference of a superior being looking down on an ant's nest, and... a hint of curiosity.
"These little guys are the ones who caused Kyoshiki to suffer such a heavy loss?" he muttered to himself. "They do seem to have some skill. What kind of secret technique... could it be?"
He had no intention of personally intervening. In his eyes, this was still a one-sided crushing defeat. He was more interested in seeing firsthand how those ants would perform that intriguing, self-destructive secret technique.
"All troops, advance. Eliminate them." Sōichi gave the order calmly, as if it were a trivial matter.
The order was given, and the silent Ōtsutsuki Legion instantly sprang into action! Like a sleeping behemoth awakening, billions of warships simultaneously unleashed beams of destructive energy, sweeping towards the Shinobi World's defenses like a raging galaxy!