Naruto: The True Story

Indra calmly examined the ugly expression on Uchiha Ci's face and said expressionlessly,

"That's meaningless."

"When the concept of art is constructed, and the world relies on this power to establish order, rather than the naive fantasy of Asura, I will be invincible!"

"No matter how many times Ashura reincarnates, it is only in vain to prove this point."

"Once he loses the power of Wood Release and the power of the sacred tree, he will be nothing!"

Do not,

Even if the prince doesn't have Wood Release, he can still rub the balls until your scalp numbs!

You still haven't realized that you lost to the meatballs instead of the Wood Release. There are so many kinds of meatballs, so why not take the kidneys and liver? !

Hearing this, Uchiha Ci couldn't help but complain in his heart,

but,

He also did not intend to continue arguing with Indra on such macro-theoretical issues. Continuing to argue on such issues would gain nothing except falling into the trap of self-proof.

Indra is indeed as he said. At this level, even the Six Paths Sage cannot defeat him.

but,

Uchiha Ci looked at Indra under the Rashomon and said firmly:

"But Indra——"

"You're still unwilling!"

"Me?" Indra was stunned, frowned slightly, and asked in confusion.

"Why should I be unwilling?"

"The concept of 'art' that you have created throughout your life has conquered the world, but it cannot conquer your father!"

Uchiha said confidently,

"Perhaps you have proven the truth and uncovered the answer to the direction of the world. Even after seeing the answer given by this long history, the Sage of Six Paths could not refute in his heart that your 'art' is exactly the direction of the world. But there is one thing, the last step, that you cannot avoid no matter what!"

"What is that?" Indra frowned.

Uchiha Ci said calmly:

"Even if you have defeated your brother Ashura countless times, you will never be able to defeat your father, the Sage of Six Paths, Otsutsuki Hagoromo, with the pure 'jutsu' you created!"

"Even once!"

"."

Indra narrowed his eyes slightly and thought for a while. It was as if Uchiha Ci had grabbed his heartstrings and he couldn't help but think in this direction.

"interesting."

Then he shook his head.

Uchiha Ci denied him and said that he was not as good as the Sage of Six Paths, but he did not feel frustrated or unwilling.

Instead, Indra conducted a self-examination in a rather rational manner and came to the conclusion:

"Your question is like asking a newborn baby to kill an adult with all four limbs intact. Similarly, no one can rely on the 'jutsu' derived from chakra to defeat the Six Paths Sage, who is the source of chakra."

"These two are totally not on the same level!"

Uchiha Ci suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled confidently.

"I can!"

"you?"

Hearing this, even Indra was stunned for a moment, then he sneered and explained calmly:

"You simply cannot understand what kind of concept the Bloodline Network possessed by the Six Paths Sage is."

"That is the divine power formed by the ultimate fusion of the seven properties of fire, wind, earth, water, thunder, yin and yang. It is superior to all ninjutsu, bloodline limits, and even bloodline elimination!"

"With a wave of the scepter, the earth can be created and the human world can be rebuilt—"

But before Indra could finish his words, a clear and confident voice sounded again.

"I said, I can!"

Uchiha Ci stepped forward, crossed the first Rashomon, and stared at Indra with sparkling eyes.

"I will create an 'art' that goes beyond the concept of 'art'!"

Indra's expression froze, and his brows knitted into a knot.

He quietly raised one hand and put it behind his back.

Between the palms, chakras of seven attributes, namely fire, wind, earth, water, thunder, yin and yang, instantly rose. The seven chakras collided with each other and combined, instantly forming fifteen bloodline limits of strange colors. Then, the fifteen bloodline limits devoured each other in pairs, eliminating each other, and finally leaving three bloodline elimination light balls of black, white and blue.

Then these three blood inheritances are integrated together.

Bang~!

A wisp of green smoke quietly rose from the palm of his hand, and three groups of terrifying chakra disappeared.

After confirming once again that even he himself could not fuse the seven ultimate attribute chakras into a bloodline network, Indra felt a little relieved. Then, he looked coldly at Uchiha Ci who was walking quickly through the Rashomon gates.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Is that nonsense? You know the answer, don't you?"

"The Bloodline Network can be promoted through practice! Your father and your father's brother have both practiced in this way and obtained the Dao-Seeking Jade, and were promoted to the Six Paths level!"

"You have also been pursuing this method! But you have never been able to get started, right?"

Uchiha Ci sneered as he stepped closer, staring into Indra's dark eyes that were suddenly filled with emotion.

Indra, who has lost his "humanity", only remembers Uchiha Naga, and waits for Uchiha Naga to perfect his "art" during the countless years in the upstream river, and finally comes here to take revenge on him!

The only way to call back Indra's humanity is to rekindle his desire for magic!

"Even if I knew this, I couldn't change anything!"

Hearing Uchiha Ci's words, Indra took a deep breath.

"If even I can't do this, then it's even more impossible for you, who have only cultivated two chakra attributes to the extreme so far!"

Seeing this scene, Uchiha Ci's mouth curled up even higher.

"That only means that your approach is wrong!"

"And Uchiha Naga chose to let me come because he knew that I have this potential!"

"Because I am the only Uchiha who has successfully modified the form of the Sharingan in the past thousand years since you!"

Indra frowned deeply, staring at Uchiha Ci who was getting closer and closer, and a slight sense of irritation and indescribable fear rose in his heart.

It felt like someone was telling him that what he had believed and insisted on for thousands of years was just a scam and an illusion.

It was as if he wanted to trample on all the reasons that had kept him going until now.

He immediately shouted coldly,

"enough!"

"Stop there, don't come any closer!"

"I don't want to know your ways!"

"Stop right there and I'll show you how to leave!"

Uchiha Ci suddenly stopped.

My heart suddenly relaxed.

After all, even though he said it easily, how could he actually know how to integrate the bloodline network?

He just made reasonable guesses based on the intelligence he had, and then added some of his best lies, which were nine true and one false.

The purpose is to trick Indra into giving him a way to leave.

however,

at this time,

Uchiha Ci, who was already standing in front of the third-to-last Rashomon, suddenly saw—

Standing under the last Rashomon, before the dark and deep entrance to the Pure Land,

Indra, with his lips pursed and his head lowered, stood silently in the darkness.

His wrists and ankles were shackled with pure black chains hanging down from the Rashomon Gate!

Uchiha Ci frowned.

He immediately took another step and walked forward without hesitation!

Chapter 539 You can no longer reach the future!

This meeting with the Uchiha ancestor spanned thousands of years.

From the beginning, there was something abnormal.

Uchiha Ci didn't feel anything was wrong at first, but just felt a little awkward, like two Uchiha who were best at communicating with fists, coming to this arena that seemed to be set by fate.

What we compare is not force,

But it is the so-called philosophy and ninja way.

This doesn't seem like the normal way for Uchiha to communicate!

but,

Now, Uchiha Ci finally understood the root cause and facts that caused all this to happen -

Indra was imprisoned in the twelfth Rashomon at the end of time.

Although his expression remained calm and indifferent, as Uchiha Ci approached, the ugly sight of his weakness being seen directly by his juniors made his body tremble slightly.

It was like an inexplicable anger, or like a prisoner's futile struggle.

finally,