Hold my hand tightly.
Gen'yō's voice was calm yet filled with undeniable domineering authority, echoing in the spacious strategic conference room of the Amaterasu flagship.
"I'll take you to the heart of the enemy."
"We're making our entrance right from Pain's bedroom!"
A burning fighting spirit flashed in the eyes of Obito, Shisui, and Itachi simultaneously. Without hesitation, they reached out and placed their hands on Gen'yō's shoulders and arms almost at the same time.
The next second, Gen'yō's golden eyes, burning with eternal flames, suddenly narrowed!
" Kamui - Creation - Coordinate Leap!"
Buzz!
There was no violent spatial distortion. There was no blinding burst of light.
Under Gen'yō's eye power, which had surpassed even the Six Paths, the four figures seemed to be gently erased from the world by an invisible eraser, disappearing without a trace.
That feeling was completely different from the experience of Obito roughly sucking people into the Kamui Dimension.
If Obito's Kamui was like forcibly tearing apart a piece of paper, then Gen'yō's Kamui: Creation was like conceptually overlapping and replacing one part of that paper with another!
Shisui and Itachi felt as if everything before them had transformed into a dazzling torrent of golden data. The concepts of time and space became blurred at this moment. They seemed to have become travelers crossing dimensional barriers, traversing tens of thousands of miles in an instant.
This sensation lasted for less than 0.1 seconds.
When they felt solid ground beneath their feet again, the surrounding scenery had completely changed.
No longer was the bright, futuristic hall of the Amaterasu. Instead, it was an extremely suffocatingly dark and damp place.
The air was thick with the smells of rust, machine oil, and the musty, damp smell of a place that never sees sunlight. Outside, the incessant, chilling raindrops, like a death knell, pattered down the massive, complex metal pipes, striking at everyone's nerves.
This is the heart of the Land of Rain, the tallest tower in Amegakure, Nagato's hiding place!
Thump!
The moment the four appeared, a figure Akatsuki cloak collapsed onto the floor not far from them, overwhelmed by extreme shock and weakness.
It was Konan had just had a cross-time meeting with Gen'yō through Paper Clone, whose faith had been shattered and whose spiritual link had been forcibly severed, leaving her severely injured!
She had just struggled back to Nagato's side, and before she could fully report the information that could overturn everything, that nightmarish man had already truly appeared before her!
"You, you all!" Konan raised her head. Her once cool and beautiful face was now filled with nothing but endless fear and despair.
She looked at the man in the lead, with black hair, golden eyes, and a mocking smile on his lips, and felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly!
In the deepest part of the room, the emaciated figure, riddled with enormous black Chakra rods, suddenly raised its head from the complex life support device.
Nagato!
His Rinnegan, Rinnegan with purple ripples, was fixed intently on the four uninvited guests through layers of machinery and pipes!
His pupils contracted to their maximum size in that instant!
How could that be!
The sensory barrier of Amegakure was personally constructed by him using the power of his Rinnegan. Its range covers the entire village; not even a fly can escape his perception!
But these four people just appeared out of nowhere!
It appeared in the palace of this god!
It was as if they hadn't intruded from the outside, but had always been there, only recently choosing to reveal themselves!
" Nagato. And Konan."
Gen'yō completely ignored the oppressive atmosphere around him, which was enough to drive an ordinary ninja insane. He even had the leisure to look around the bedroom, which was filled with the style of a post-industrial wasteland, before finally turning his gaze to the two of them, speaking in a calm tone as if he were greeting an old friend.
"I gave you a choice."
It's a pity you didn't cherish it.
Gen'yō's gaze finally settled on Nagato's proud yet shocked Rinnegan. A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"So I had no choice but to come and pick it up myself."
"Arrogant!"
A cold, yet divinely majestic roar erupted not from Nagato's own mouth, but from the shadows of the room!
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Six Paths figures appeared from all directions of the room like ghosts, completely surrounding Gen'yō and his companions!
Each of them wore Akatsuki. Strange black Chakra rods were stuck into each of their faces. And in each of their eyes gleamed the same emotionless purple Rinnegan as Nagato's!
Six Paths of Pain!
The leader, Deva Path Pain, had his face, once belonging to his close friend Yahiko, now filled with absolute rage at being Kamui by a mortal.
He looked down at Gen'yō from his high vantage point, his voice like a decree descending from the heavens, filled with an unquestionable sense of judgment.
"No matter what despicable tricks you used to infiltrate this place."
"But you ants, remember this."
Deva Path Pain slowly raised his hand, palm facing Gen'yō.
Before the true God, all struggle is meaningless!