Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

The "walls" of space began to become unstable, and tiny cracks spread like a spider web in the void, emitting an unsettling buzz.

An invisible yet incredibly powerful repulsive force is being generated, like an immune system, frantically rejecting those "heretics" who shouldn't exist in this time and space and even interfere with the timeline.

The first to bear the brunt was Nagi, who, as the leader, carried the most backlash from cause and effect and the laws of nature.

She floated silently amidst the turbulent energy flow, her golden eyes remaining calm and undisturbed, as if all the dramatic changes around her were irrelevant to her.

But she could clearly feel the wrath of the world's consciousness pressing down on her as if it were a physical force, and precisely targeting you and Showa, who were connected to her soul.

"We can't let them suffer this," a thought clearly appeared in Nagi's mind. One of them was exhausted and on the verge of collapse, while the other was burning with obsession as she fought a powerful enemy. They could no longer withstand any additional blows.

So she didn't hesitate at all.

Those pure golden eyes closed slightly, and the pale golden prajna power flowing around her seemed to be guided by something, actively spreading outward to form an extremely complex and obscure rune array, temporarily and unilaterally strengthening and... redirecting the soul connection between herself and you, Showa, in the distance.

All the "causal markers" and "spacetime repulsion" were drawn to her alone.

"Buzz—!"

Almost the instant the rune was completed, a strange, semi-transparent flame suddenly ignited in the void without warning!

This flame has no temperature, yet it exudes a pure sense of negation and purification that makes even the soul tremble.

It is the embodiment of the world's rules, the ultimate judgment of time and space on those who transgress, the flames of divine punishment.

The flames first coiled around her slender ankles, then unhesitatingly spread upwards along her calves. Wherever they passed, the skin, muscles, and even bones showed no signs of charring. They simply dissipated into the void, transforming into primordial particles!

It leaves behind an extreme pain that is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people and affects the very essence of existence!

Nagi's body trembled almost imperceptibly, but her face remained expressionless, showing no pain, no fear, and not even a furrowed brow.

Only deep within those golden pupils, the slowly rotating black magatama suddenly accelerated, its color becoming even deeper and darker.

The Prajna power that had been flowing gently around her body suddenly became violent, as if a red-hot iron had been thrown into it. The golden light flashed intensely, like her soul screaming silently!

The intense pain was enough to instantly destroy the will of any powerful being, but she endured it as if it were not her body that was being burned and erased.

“Prajna!” Indra’s expression changed instantly.

He rushed forward, his handsome face filled with shock, anger, and heartache. He reached out his hand, trying to use his immense Yin Release chakra to suppress and extinguish the terrifying flames of divine punishment.

When his fingertips touched the edge of the translucent flame, a sharp pain that struck straight to the very core of his soul suddenly struck him!

It was as if he had touched not flames, but the rage of the entire world's rules themselves; his face contorted instantly, veins bulged on his forehead, and he almost screamed in agony!

But Indra did not withdraw his hand.

Instead, he gritted his teeth and recklessly channeled even more chakra into her, trying to alleviate even a fraction of her pain.

His chakra collided with the flames of divine punishment, producing a sizzling, teeth-grinding sound. His arm also began to become ethereal, as if it too was about to be "purified."

"Enough." Nagi finally spoke, her voice still eerily calm, only with a very slight hoarseness.

She raised her other hand, which was not yet engulfed by the flames, and gently placed it on Indra's wrist, stopping him from his near-self-harm.

Indra looked back at her, his deep, cyclical eyes filled with an overwhelming affection and immense sorrow. He stubbornly shook his head, his voice trembling with pain.

"Not enough...not nearly enough! Only by truly understanding can I know what you've been through! What you've endured all this time!"

These kinds of words again, these obsessive, heavy words that left her unsure how to respond.

Nagi turned her face slightly away, avoiding his overly intense gaze, her tone becoming colder, carrying a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

"If you really want to help me, go check out the space where Kaguya is, instead of creating new trouble for me here."

Her bluntness stung Indra like a cold needle, but he seemed to have grown accustomed to it.

Hearing her answer, a bitter look flashed in his eyes, but he was not surprised.

He gazed intently at the cold lines of her profile, at the flesh and blood on her shoulder that were constantly being burned and forcibly reshaped by the power of Prajna, and finally slowly withdrew his hand.

The flames of divine punishment had already spread past her waist and were climbing up her spine; the silent torture was enough to make one's scalp tingle just by looking at it.

Indra reached out and gently stroked Nagi's jet-black hair, a gesture carrying a longing and helplessness that spanned a thousand years.

"Okay," he replied softly. The single word contained countless unspoken, complex emotions, carrying a unique ambiguity and compromise.

After saying that, his figure slowly merged into the spatial ripples and disappeared at the end of this time.

After Indra's aura completely disappeared, Nagi's tense nerves, which had been maintaining her expressionless face, seemed to relax almost imperceptibly.

She lowered her eyes slightly, glancing at the translucent flames that had spread to her chest, her golden pupils devoid of any emotion.

The surrounding repulsive force grew stronger, and more and more void rifts appeared.

But she seemed completely unconcerned.

Finally, there's no one in the way anymore.

She can now begin to do what she truly wants to do, and what she must do.

She slowly raised her hands and began to form a hand seal that was completely different from any other ninjutsu system of this era.

The raging power of Prajna around her seemed to have received a final summons. Instead of being used to resist pain or reshape her body, it surged wildly into her hands in a sacrificial manner!

An extremely complex three-dimensional spell, composed of pure golden light, began to slowly condense and rotate in front of her chest.

The flames of divine punishment continued to relentlessly burn her existence.

But she, amidst the flames, calmly weaves a future... one that could overturn everything.

A figure appeared as if tearing through space, standing between Showa and death without warning.

He didn't even turn around to look at the seriously injured Showa behind him; he simply raised one hand casually.

The Truth-Seeking Ball, powerful enough to easily destroy a mountain range, came to an abrupt halt less than an inch from his palm, as if it had struck an insurmountable barrier.

Showa staggered, barely managing to steady himself. Looking at the back blocking his way, he let out a mocking laugh, "Why didn't you come later? You'd better wait until I'm dead so you can explain to the stoic Nagi."

Her tone was extremely harsh, as if she didn't care at all that the other person had just saved her life.

Inside the barrier, you see Indra finally appear, and your tense nerves finally relax a little, and you subconsciously let out a soft sigh of relief.

Although this Indra is equally dangerous and his motives are unclear, at least he is standing beside you at this moment.

Chapter 217 - The Final Chapter (6)

The otherworldly Madara standing beside you suddenly felt a chill when he heard the words "Stone-faced Nagi" clearly uttered by Showa.

Even though he was seriously injured, his back straightened instantly, and his Sharingan uncontrollably transformed into a kaleidoscope pattern, staring intently at Indra's back as if trying to see through him.

Every piece of information about her was enough to captivate his entire being.

Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, suspended in mid-air, narrowed her pure white eyes slightly as she sized up the suddenly appearing, powerful uninvited guest.

From this man, she sensed the chakra fluctuations originating from her eldest son, Hagoromo Otsutsuki. The ultimate power of Yin Release was of the same origin as hers, yet it was not Hagoromo himself.

Therefore, there is only one answer: this is a descendant of Yu Yi, her...grandchild.

However, the location where the other party appeared, and his unwavering stance in protecting the enemy, clearly indicated his position.

A knowing look and a cold rage flashed in Kaguya's pure white eyes.

So that's how it is. It wasn't just that crazy woman below who broke her Infinite Tsukuyomi; perhaps... this descendant who inherited Hagoromo's power was the one in control!

"Where is she?" Showa asked Indra urgently, panting heavily and ignoring the terrible wound on his shoulder.

All she cared about was that person's condition.

Indra slowly turned around, his deep Rinnegan sweeping coldly over Showa's horrific injuries. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, as if he found her too troublesome. His tone was concise and icy: "She's not doing well."

He paused, his gaze sweeping past Showa and landing on Kaguya, whose face was grave in the distance. His voice carried an unquestionable commanding tone, "Let's quickly resolve this problem at hand."

He was too lazy to explain further, and too lazy to pay attention to Showa's little schemes.

In his eyes, the most important thing right now is to clear away all obstacles and then return to the person who is suffering divine punishment alone.

As for the rest, none of that matters.

Showa was furious at his attitude, but he knew that now was not the time for infighting.

She spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes a mixture of madness and reason. Forcibly suppressing her worry about Nagi's condition, she directed all her anger and killing intent back at Kaguya in the air.

Indra's arrival instantly changed the course of the battlefield.

He didn't even need to communicate with Showa; the two of them attacked simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right!

Showa continued his reckless fighting style, burning with his last bit of obsession, pouncing on Kaguya like a mad dog, engaging in the most savage close combat, using pain and madness to disrupt Kaguya's judgment.

Meanwhile, Indra hovered slightly behind, his hands forming a mudra, unleashing an ancient and powerful Yin Release ninjutsu.

This is not ordinary ninjutsu, but a power closer to the level of rules! Black lightning, vortexes that distort space, shadows that devour light...

Each attack was precise and deadly, carrying a chilling, ancient aura, like a summons from the depths of the underworld.

He shared the same source of power as Kaguya, yet they embarked on completely different paths.

His techniques are more unpredictable and harder to defend against, and can even subtly interfere with Kaguya's absolute control over chakra.

Kaguya immediately felt immense pressure!

Even when facing the Showa era, she could still rely on her absolute power and immortality to contend with him.

However, facing this descendant who also possesses the Rinnegan, has a profound understanding of Yin Release, and whose techniques are ancient and cunning, she has to devote a great deal of energy to dealing with him.

What's more, there's a madman nearby who doesn't care about his own life and only knows how to attack without defending, constantly interfering.

"Eighty Gods Void Strike!" Kaguya roared, unleashing countless fists of chakra, condensed to their utmost, raining down on Indra!

Indra remained expressionless. His Rinnegan swirled, and a massive, swirling black vortex instantly appeared before him, like a gaping maw of an abyss, devouring all the incredibly powerful chakra fists!

Just as Kaguya's old power had dissipated and her new power had not yet been generated, Showa seized the opportunity. She used her body to withstand the aftershocks of several stray Eighty Gods' aerial attacks, and her bloodied fingers gripped Kaguya's neck tightly.

"Yomi no Hirasaka!" Kaguya, shocked and enraged, once again tried to merge into space to escape.

Indra seemed to have anticipated this, and he raised his hand almost simultaneously—"Heavenly Rock Cave - Seal!"

The space around Kaguya instantly became as thick and heavy as a quagmire, and the execution of Yomotsu Hirasaka was forcibly delayed by 0.1 seconds!

It's that tiny 0.1-second delay!

Showa, filled with all her hatred and obsession, stabbed fiercely into Kaguya's flesh, though she failed to penetrate completely.

"Ugh—!" Kaguya screamed in pain and anger, her pure white eyes finally filled with fear!

She suddenly unleashed her chakra, shaking Showa away. Her body staggered backward, her white clothes torn, revealing a shallow wound underneath.

With the combined efforts of these two "descendants," she, the progenitor of chakra, was actually injured.

Kaguya hovered in the distance, clutching her chest, her pure white eyes filled with disbelief and raging fury.

She stared intently at the perfectly coordinated Indra and Showa, as well as the menacing ants within the barrier below.

The situation seems to be spiraling out of control.

Indra merely flicked non-existent dust off his hands, his Samsara Eyes icy cold, as if he had just done something insignificant.

His gaze had already turned towards the more distant end of time.

That's where he truly cares about the people.

"Hey! How do we get rid of this guy completely?!" Showa roared at Indra, panting heavily.

As soon as she asked that question, the last bit of aura she had maintained through sheer willpower receded like the tide.

The crimson barrier she had set up to protect everyone flickered a few times, then let out a mournful cry of despair before completely collapsing into specks of red light and dissipating into the air.

Indra glanced coldly at Showa, who was barely able to stand, his gaze lingering for a moment on the shocking wound on her shoulder, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

“It would require gathering the power of multiple Six Paths level beings to completely seal her away.” His voice remained flat, as if stating an objective fact, but there was a subtle hint of doubt in his tone. “However, in your current state… are you sure you can manage?”

"Ha!" Showa, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, grimaced with pain but still straightened his almost broken back. His crimson Rinnegan eyes flashed with a sharp and crazed light once more. "How would you know if you don't try? I almost succeeded in killing a god just now!"

"I can."

A deep and firm voice suddenly broke through, and Madara from Another World stepped forward. His Rinnegan slowly rotated in his eye sockets, but his gaze passed over Kaguya and locked onto Indra.

Madara of the present world glanced at Madara of the other world and almost immediately replied, his tone resolute and unquestionable, "Take me with you."

At this moment, two Uchiha Madaras from different worlds reached an unprecedented understanding because of the same person.

Indra and Showa both turned their gazes toward the two men. A hint of displeasure and sourness, perhaps imperceptible even to himself, flashed in his eyes, as if something of his own had been coveted. This was culminated in a cold "tsk."

Showa, as if he had discovered something extremely amusing, despite his deathly pale face, still managed a wicked, gossipy smile. "It seems that Nagi's charm, even after all these years, is still as captivating as ever!"

at this time--