Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 370 Extreme and morbid love, the destined fate of the Uchiha clan
In this real world of spiritual revival, there is no plot protection arranged by the "author" and no "protagonist halo" favored by fate.

A single fatal misjudgment is enough to cost an arrogant person their life.

When he arrogantly placed himself on par with those powerful figures, believing he could ignore all existing threats, his fate was already sealed.

"Since the rules of the world still apply to us, are you sure your ideas can affect Itachi Uchiha's soul and turn him into a Hollow?"

Whether it's a Shinigami or a Hollow, Tobirama Senju was skeptical of it all.

If it's just a simple soul modification, Aizen's abilities would naturally make it easy.

However, if these souls themselves contain the rules of the original world, then transforming them across those rules would probably not be such a simple matter.

Even Aizen probably wouldn't be able to do something like that.

Aizen had a faint smile on his lips:
"I'm not sure either, but it wouldn't hurt to give it a try."

"We can't just waste Itachi-kun's soul, can we?"

That smile seemed gentle, yet Tobirama Senju felt no warmth at all.

The gaze behind the glasses was cold and cruel, treating Uchiha Itachi merely as an experimental subject to be modified.

Even though Itachi Uchiha was dead, his soul, as the soul of the dead, was unwilling to let him go and exerted its greatest value.

An ordinary person would surely be horrified to see this, but Tobirama Senju merely snorted coldly, his red eyes filled with indifference.

After all, it was the soul of the Uchiha clan, so naturally he felt no pity for it.

What are your plans?

Tobirama Senju spoke calmly, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

He had never seen or imagined that he could transform his soul into a new life form.

Naturally, one would be curious about this.

Aizen's fingers gently traced the floating Hogyoku, casting shadows on his glasses with a deep blue light.

"Using the power of the Hogyoku, we can bypass the parts of Itachi's soul that cannot be transformed and convert the parts that can be transformed into spirit particles."

“This process will be quite painful, but I believe Itachi-kun can endure it, or even enjoy it.”

Tobirama Senju immediately understood the meaning: forcibly decomposing and reconstructing the essence of one existence into another form, this kind of transformation that touches the very source of the soul, will inevitably be accompanied by unimaginable rejection and pain.

"What are the specific methods?"

Senju Tobirama continued to ask.

“Using Itachi’s deep-seated desire for power, as well as his twisted love for Sasuke and Konoha, we will use this as a breakthrough to guide his soul towards spiritual transformation.”

“I will amplify and distort all the negative, desperate emotions in his soul: pain, helplessness, regret, numbness. These emotions will become the catalyst for transformation.”

As Tobirama Senju listened to Aizen's description, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

Instead of forcibly breaking through the barriers of possible world rules, it bypassed them while using the emotional weaknesses of the soul itself as a breakthrough point to amplify and distort Itachi Uchiha's emotions.

When suffering reaches its extreme, the soul will instinctively seek any form of liberation, even if it means becoming a completely different level of existence.

But why did Tobirama Senju feel that his soul could no longer bear the pain even before it reached its extreme?
Although his research on the soul was not in-depth, as the creator of the "Impure World Reincarnation Technique," he also perfected the technique during this period, and he had some understanding of the soul.

In his view, a normal soul is absolutely incapable of withstanding such a transformative process that touches upon the very essence of things.

However, if it were Itachi Uchiha, perhaps he could do it.

Because he is not a "normal" soul.

On the night of the massacre, the moment Itachi Uchiha killed his parents and the rest of the Uchiha clan with his own hands, he had already extinguished his own human emotions.

The attachment to family, the guilt over the killing, and the hope for the future—these basic elements of humanity were all stifled by him in the name of "righteousness."

From then on, his only driving force in life was the cold sense of "responsibility" and "planning."

In the years following the massacre of his clan, Itachi Uchiha was like an empty shell, and the pain from the outside world was nothing more than background noise that he had long been accustomed to.

The pain of soul transformation is merely turning up the volume of this background noise to its maximum.

He no longer considers himself an individual worthy of "happiness" or "completeness".

After personally slaughtering his entire clan, he saw himself as a tool that had to complete the mission, a vessel that had to bear the sins, and a "sinner" that his younger brother had to end.

To distort him into a "virtual" is nothing more than another form of "instrumentalization" and "dehumanization," and may even resonate with his subconscious self-perception in a way that is almost distorted.

His concept of "self" had long since become so thin as to be almost nonexistent after a series of events, and the only people he cared about besides "Konoha" were "Uchiha Sasuke".

That is precisely why he was the most suitable experimental subject to try to transform the soul into "emptiness".

Pain that a normal soul could not bear was simply ordinary to him.

Like a wound that has long been numb, no matter how deep the cut, it cannot trigger new pain.

Itachi Uchiha's soul was like a mirror riddled with cracks; even if struck again, it would only shatter along the existing cracks, without inflicting new wounds. The Hogyoku requires a strong desire as its driving force and guide.

Deep within Itachi Uchiha's soul, even as he remained numb to death, his twisted yet extremely intense obsession with "protecting Konoha" and "protecting Sasuke" shone like the brightest lighthouse in the darkness.

The Hōgyoku can easily sense and grasp it.

When the Hogyoku began to exploit this wish, twisting it into nothingness, the impact of this process on his soul was not as great as on a normal soul.

Because his desires are inherently distorted, inhuman, and full of sacrifice and control.

The distortion of the Hogyoku, in a sense, merely pushed its original distorted logic in a more extreme and bestial direction, rather than subverting it.

His soul possesses a certain "compatibility" with this "distortion"; his etherealization is merely a way of piecing together his already shattered soul into a more distorted form using a new "power".

"Are you feeling fear, Tobirama-kun?"

Aizen noticed the expression on Tobirama Senju's face and chuckled as he spoke.

"No, not really."

"It was Tobirama Senju who said it calmly."

After learning more about the Uchiha clan, he became certain of one thing—the Uchiha were a clan of "love."
However, their emotions are too intense, and once distorted or lost, they will fall into the abyss of hatred and go to extreme madness.

Itachi Uchiha's life perfectly, and even exceeded expectations, proved his judgment.

His almost twisted loyalty to the village led him to slaughter his own relatives. What an extreme and morbid love this was.
Even now, though Aizen has twisted it with the Hogyoku, turning it into a non-human monster, its soul torn and defiled, its consciousness sinking into deeper darkness, in his eyes it is nothing more than the cursed bloodline of the Uchiha clan, manifesting their original form under the power of other worlds.

The Uchiha clan's destiny was to descend from extreme love into utter and inhuman depravity.

Tobirama Senju not only did not feel fear because of this, but even believed that this was the rightful destiny for them.

Cruel? Painful? Beyond reason?

Perhaps that's true, but he had witnessed too much cruelty: mountains of corpses and seas of blood during the Warring States period, the grief of losing his elder brother and younger brother, and the ninjas who died in war...

In comparison, the pain of being intangible is just another form of cruelty, especially since it is happening to the Uchiha clan.

He only cares about what abilities Itachi Uchiha would possess if he were truly transformed into a Hollow, or even an Arrancar. Would his Sharingan mutate? Would he awaken his Zanpakuto?

How controllable is it? If it gets out of control, how do we deal with or eliminate it?

fear?

It sounds rather ridiculous.

Aizen chuckled softly upon hearing this, his gaze behind his glasses carrying a profound meaning:
"How ruthless, Second Generation."

In Suzhou, a simple and ancient manor stands quietly in the mist.

The courtyards with green tiles and white walls stretch out in an undulating pattern, with upturned eaves appearing and disappearing in the thin mist, resembling a traditional Chinese ink painting.

The manor features winding paths leading to secluded spots, with a few ancient pine trees dotting the rockery, a babbling brook flowing under the corridor, and koi carp swimming leisurely in the pond.

In the courtyard deep within the manor, a woman was leaning against the railing.

She wore a light blue flowing dress with delicate bamboo patterns embroidered on the hem, and a moon-white silk sash tied around her waist, which fluttered gently in the wind.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, adorned only with a jade hairpin at her temple, making her skin appear as translucent as snow.

Her face was so exquisite that she seemed like a fairy in a painting, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like autumn waters full of affection.

What is most striking is the red dot between her eyebrows, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, adding a touch of liveliness to her cool and aloof temperament.

When she slightly raised her eyes, her clear eyes seemed to reflect a myriad of stars, yet they also carried a serene indifference that seemed to have seen through the ways of the world.

She stood there quietly, like a fairy who had stepped out of an ancient painting, exuding a cool and elegant aura that seemed to belong to another world.

Not far away, a middle-aged man quietly watched the woman in the courtyard.

He wore a dark blue stand-up collar long gown, his face was calm and dignified, and his brows revealed the composure of someone who had long held a high position.

Although he was just standing there casually, he naturally exuded an aura of authority without being angry.

Those deep eyes were polished by time, becoming as warm and gentle as jade.

At that moment, he was looking at his daughter in the courtyard and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"If I didn't know this was my own home and that the person in front of me was my own daughter, I would have thought I had traveled to some martial arts world."

He muttered to himself, a hint of helpless laughter in his voice.

Although the concept of "daughters of noble families" is not prevalent in modern times, he had never seen a woman with such an ethereal and refined temperament as his daughter in all these years.

That innate, ethereal beauty seemed as if she shouldn't have been born into this world.

(End of this chapter)