Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 181 The Spiritual World, Onoki's Waist

Tick-tock...tick-tock...

It sounded like a drop of water falling, a sound that should have been insignificant, but at this moment it seemed exceptionally heavy.

"Ha!"

Blue-haired Takishinobu gasped, opened his eyes to find only darkness, and his memories deep within his soul were a chaotic mess.

Who am I? Where am I? Is this hell? How did I get here? Am I dead?

He tried to recall, but it was like holding fine sand in his hand.

Even though I've managed to grasp some memories, they keep slipping through my fingers, and when I open my hand, there's nothing left. This feeling is absolutely maddening.

But soon, he noticed something slowly rolling down from mid-air. Before he could dodge, it changed shape irregularly and finally landed between his eyebrows.

pat.

Blue-haired Takishino subconsciously raised his hand to touch his forehead, and a drop of liquid flowed down his cheek.

Warm and viscous.

This is... blood?

"That brat..."

Blue-haired Taki Shinobu slightly opened his mouth and uttered a sound from the depths of his soul.

His consciousness finally began to return, and countless chaotic memories flooded his mind, reminding him of his identity and everything else.

Yes, I didn't die, I'm still alive. I used a soul technique to enter that brat's body!

Those memories surfaced as the ice melted, and this feeling brought him joy from the depths of his soul.

But soon, he remembered that last smile, and the slap that struck his soul, a slap that chilled him to the bone.

"No, that's not right, how could that be?"

Blue-haired Taki Shinobu strained to open his eyes wide. His thought process had returned somewhat, and the spirit stood there, trembling slightly, saying, "Was it that brat who forcibly sent me into his mental space?"

He had never heard of or seen anything like it.

How could a human being, made of flesh and blood, possibly touch the soul?!

Tick-tock...tick-tock...

Just as the blue-haired Takishinobu's thoughts were in turmoil, that clear and heavy voice rang out again.

This brought him back to his senses.

Hearing the sounds coming from afar, even though he had lost his body, he still licked his lips, feeling fear and eeriness.

Although he hadn't seen anyone yet, the heavy pressure, like a raging flood, had already submerged his chest, making him feel uneasy and suffocated.

"No, we must, we must leave quickly."

Blue-haired Taki shook his head, his breathing quickening, trying to shake off the inexplicable fear that had arisen within him.

No matter how unusual the situation is, he can't stay here any longer. He must find the little devil's spirit and defeat it before he can leave this cursed place.

Thinking of this, the blue-haired Takishinobu looked ahead. In the dim light, the stairs were faintly visible. He then stiffly took a step.

A feeling of obstruction made his steps heavy and slow. Only then did he realize that he seemed to be wading through something, his calves submerged in a hot, sticky liquid.

"..." Realizing this, the blue-haired Takishinobu's expression became extremely stiff.

Of course he knew what it was.

But he dared not think about it. He could only swallow hard and wade through the "water" upwards, his steps becoming cautious.

All that could be heard were heavy footsteps and the crisp ticking of a clock.

As he climbed the last step, the crimson color swallowed the darkness and instantly filled his entire field of vision.

Yes.

He was immersed in a sea of ​​blood. Even though his vision was no longer dark, he still couldn't see the boundary of the sea of ​​blood. He could only feel how vast and boundless the sea of ​​blood was before him.

In the distance, there was a gigantic gate with a ferocious shape, looking like a terrifying maw that would devour all the flesh and blood of those who came. A sinister and terrifying yet majestic and magnificent ancient palace was vaguely visible behind the gate.

"What is this?"

Seeing the scene before him, Blue-haired Takishinobu's heart sank, and he thought to himself with surprise and uncertainty, "How could that brat's mental space look like this?!"

For him, who has mastered the secret arts of the soul, mental invasion is his specialty.

Since learning the secrets of the soul, he has forgotten how many people's mental spaces he has entered.

A person's mental space is determined by many factors, and its appearance can reflect their personality, spirit, memories, etc.

Some are plains under bright sunshine, some are graves under a blood-red moon, some are dark and damp sewers, some are countless mirrors...

But he had never seen anything like it before, not even the vast, boundless sea of ​​blood and the gloomy palace before him!

Terror, desolation, deathly silence, bloodshed, majesty...

This is exactly how the blue-haired Takishino felt about this spiritual space.

How could a little devil possibly have such a bizarre mental space?

"Is it a transformation spell?"

Blue-haired Takishinobu subconsciously had this thought, but quickly shook his head and denied it.

Impossible. With his perception in his soul state, he couldn't possibly fail to recognize the transformation technique.

Click! Click-click!!

Just then, a deep, resonant voice rang out.

Blue-haired Takishinobu snapped out of his daze and looked up in surprise and disbelief, only to see the giant gate, which resembled a ferocious demon, open its mouth.

tick.

A drop of blood fell onto the calm sea of ​​blood, creating ripples, and a bloody, deathly smell wafted towards him.

Everything before my eyes was originally black and red, but now a pale white color has appeared.

There were countless skeletons, piled up into a horrifying mountain of corpses.

"Welcome here, uninvited guest."

At the summit of those white bones, a man dressed in a long white robe and wearing a white mask rested his chin on one hand, looking down at the blue-haired Takishinobu and speaking indifferently.

The blue-haired Takishinobu's spirit form froze instantly.

Staring into those scarlet eyes, he felt a stinging pain in his very soul.

A silent, deathly aura, carrying a foul wind, swept in from afar, his very soul's instincts constantly warning him!

"You, you're that brat? No, impossible!"

Looking up at the figure atop the mountain of corpses, the blue-haired Takishinobu felt the scene before him was utterly absurd and asked in terror, "Who exactly are you?"

"Nonsense. I am who I am, and as for you..."

The man looked down at the blue-haired Takishinobu, raised his arm from his lap, pointed his index finger at him, and smiled slightly: "Your filthy soul might give me some surprises."

As he spoke, a violent, deep red aura slowly enveloped him, and his originally white robe gradually turned blood red.

Gudu! Gudu!!

The sea of ​​blood beneath his feet suddenly boiled, and a shrill scream like that of a demon rushed into his ears, causing the blue-haired Takishinobu to feel an uncontrollable palpitation and fear.

The next moment, under his horrified gaze, the sea of ​​blood that had initially only submerged his ankles gradually climbed up his calves, thighs, and even his entire lower body.

The sea of ​​blood spread wildly, and the putrid, stench of blood assaulted the face of the blue-haired Takigakure, carrying a chilling coldness.

click!

Click click!

Wherever the sea of ​​blood went, it was like squeezing juice and grinding meat, draining and crushing all of the blue-haired Takigakure's "flesh and blood" and "bones".

The surrounding blood mist turned into rain, washing over his spirit, drawing blood from him, squeezing his mind, and shattering his rationality.

It was as if an invisible hand was wringing out a wet towel, squeezing out the white particles and making his spirit body shriveled.

"Aaaaaah!!"

The agonizing, soul-tearing sensation instantly overwhelmed Blue-Haired Takishinobu, causing him to let out an incredibly shrill scream. He writhed and twisted on the ground like an insect, roaring, "Why? Why! What is this?!"

At this moment, looking down from above, the entire forest near Yangyan Village appears as a circular ravine with a radius of 100 meters, where all the thick trees have been cut down and fallen.

It was as if a god had reached out from the sky and greedily scooped away a huge chunk of it.

After an unknown amount of time, in the stillness of the night, the dust settled, and even the lingering poisonous fog was blown away. The sunlight finally shone down on Yun Chuan's shoulders again, illuminating his clean and gentle face. Everything returned to its original color and warmth.

"call!"

Yun Chuan exhaled, slowly opened his eyes, and smiled: "The structure of a spirit, emptiness, the void within, I see. In that case, there's no problem..."

After saying that, he looked at Yahiko lying on the ground in the distance, staring blankly at them, and said, "What are you standing there for? Let's go, take them home."

Upon hearing this, Yahiko suddenly snapped out of his daze and asked in confusion, "Them?"

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Meanwhile, in the northwest of the Land of Rain, lies Iwagakure (Hidden Rock Village).

Surrounded by high mountains and hills, with a top-secret fortress that is as impregnable as a natural barrier, it forms a natural shield for Iwagakure Village.

At first glance, the buildings in the village are mainly made of forged stone, giving them a dark gray color.

Meanwhile, inside the Iwagakure Village hospital, cries of agony could be heard continuously.

"Ouch, my back! Be gentle! Be gentle! Ah!"

"Lord Tsuchikage, please be strong! It'll be over soon!"

On the hospital bed, several nurses held down the limbs of a short old man, while a burly head nurse pressed down on his back and waist.

"You make it sound so easy for you, but I... Awooo!!"

Click!

With a crisp sound, the short old man, who had been burying his face in the pillow, suddenly raised his head and let out a howl that was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"alright."

The head nurse clapped her hands with practiced ease, looked at the old man lying on the bed, smiled helplessly, and said in a resentful tone, "Lord Tsuchikage, please don't move around anymore."

"Your back injury from last time hasn't healed yet. We told you to rest in the hospital, but you refused. We told you to go back and take good care of yourself, but you've already hurt yourself again after only a few days. You really don't take good care of your body."

If she hadn't said it, no one would have believed that this old man lying on the bed, feeling quite sore and groaning, was the Third Tsuchikage of Iwagakure in the Land of Earth.

As the grandson of the First Tsuchikage and the personal disciple of the Second Tsuchikage, his strength is quite formidable. He is known as "Onoki of the Two Scales" and is proficient in Earth Release ninjutsu. He can also use the Bloodline Limit "Dust Release," which surpasses Bloodline Limits.

Unfortunately, even he could not escape the erosion of time.

There have been so many changes in the ninja world lately. I've been handling important matters in the Tsuchikage's office for a long time. After sitting for a while, I subconsciously stretched and then suddenly strained my back.

This was the first time in his life he had been admitted to a hospital for such a ridiculous reason.

"What do you little girls know?"

Feeling his authority somewhat diminished, Onoki wrinkled his large red nose, straightened his posture, and grumbled, "I... I'm not even fifty years old yet, I'm in my prime, this little injury is nothing to worry about!"

"Iwagakure can't do without me! You... Ouch!"

Onoki was still grumbling loudly, but the burly head nurse ignored him and used a board to fix his waist, causing the old man to let out another groan.

"Yes, yes, Lord Tsuchikage, everyone in the entire Iwagakure knows you. You are our pillar of strength."

The head nurse pursed her lips, turned the old man over, and instructed him, "But you must take good care of your health. You have too many incurable hidden injuries. When you're young, it doesn't matter if you abuse them, but as you get older, they will gradually appear."

"If you suffer another lower back sprain, this problem will stay with you for the rest of your life, which will have a significant negative impact on your life and your fighting ability."

Onoki grumbled in dissatisfaction, but stopped arguing and lay obediently on the hospital bed, saying impatiently, "I know, I know. You're doctors, I'll listen to you. If there's nothing else important, I'll just stay in the hospital and rest for a while, okay?"

"Yes, yes, that's a good, obedient patient."

The head nurse nodded in satisfaction, then easily picked up Onoki and grinned, "Lord Tsuchikage, I'll take you to the restroom."

"Wait, wait a minute! I don't want to go to the toilet right now!" Onoki's face changed, and he said in a terrified tone, "Put me down. Even if I want to go to the toilet, I can still go by myself!"

"Listen to me, Lord Tsuchikage, you can't move right now."

"No, no, I can use ninjutsu! You know the Light-Weight Rock Technique, right? I can fly!"

"I'm not a ninja, I have absolutely no idea what light rock or heavy rock are."

Just as Onoki's face turned ashen, his expression terrified, and he struggled to break free from the head nurse's clutches,

knock knock.

A slightly heavy knock came at the door. The head nurse stopped instinctively, and Onoki immediately breathed a sigh of relief, saying quickly, "Come in!"

Although she didn't seem to have much respect for Onoki, it was just out of concern for the patient, and the head nurse naturally knew how to maintain appropriate boundaries.

Knowing that a subordinate of the Third Tsuchikage was coming in, he sighed and placed Onoki on the sickbed.

At the same time, a very burly figure walked in, accidentally bumping his head on the doorframe as he entered. Rubbing his head, he looked at Onoki on the sickbed and said in a muffled voice, "Father, how are you feeling?"

The newcomer wore a red ninja hat and a red tight-fitting combat uniform, covered with brown Jonin chainmail. He was very tall and burly, and his large nose was exactly like Onoki's.

It was none other than the son of the third Tsuchikage, Onoki, named Hirotsuchi.

(End of this chapter)