Inventory of the top ten combat organizations, SCP is killing like crazy

In the void of the universe, the supreme sky curtain suddenly descended, covering all the heavens and worlds!

The list of the top ten most powerful organizations in the universe is about to begin!

TOP10: The Darkness of Konoha – Root Organization!

Comment: For the so-called “peace”, he really doesn’t care about his reputation anymore!

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TOP9: Overlord of the Sea – Navy Headquarters! The three admirals guard the world, the demon slayer order is issued, and O’Hara disappears from the map!

Review: Justice or hypocrisy? Akainu’s iron blood makes the sea tremble!

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TOP3: Cosmic Clans – Human Alliance! Luo Feng rises and fights bloody battles across the galaxy!

Comment: Zerg, demons, and machines? Come and fight to your heart’s content!

TOP2: The End of the Immortal Road – Ye Fan’s Heavenly Palace! Ye Tiandi, Wu Shi, Ruthless, the mortal world is an immortal, who dares to compete?!

Comment: I am the Emperor of Heaven and I must suppress all enemies in the world!

TOP1: Anomaly Containment – SCP Foundation! We control, we contain, we protect.

Evaluation: When the three letters “SCP” appear, this is not a showdown of combat power, but a challenge to cognition!

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Inventory of the top ten combat organizations, SCP is killing like crazy
Chapter 1: The Strongest Organizations in the Universe! The Bigwigs of All Worlds Are Trembling, Who Dares to Claim to Be the Strongest?
The vast expanse of the universe, the glittering stars, the eternal flow of time. However, at this moment, all the tranquility was broken by a sudden vision!
“Boom—”
It was as if the sound of chaos at the dawn of the universe exploded. An indescribably vast canopy, like a sacred scroll encompassing billions of planes, suddenly descended! It stretched across endless time and space, its edges seemingly connecting countless bizarre worlds, a formidable sight that left one trembling with fear.
Above the sky, countless ancient and mysterious divine texts seemed to come alive, shimmering with golden light. Every stroke contained profound truths, emanating a terrifying pressure that surpassed that of an Immortal Emperor and even surpassed that of a God King! This power seemed capable of easily crushing the universe, sending an uncontrollable fear welling up in the souls of countless powerful beings!
In this suffocating atmosphere, a line of golden characters as dazzling as the sun suddenly appeared, like a supreme decree of the Great Dao, resounding through the heavens and the myriad worlds, reaching the ears of every living being.
[The list of the top ten most powerful organizations in the universe is about to begin! ]Each of these twelve golden characters seemed to contain the weight of the universe, instantly detonating the silence of countless worlds!
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Naruto world.
Deep within the eerie Hidden Rain Village, atop a towering spire, a lone figure stood with his hands behind his back. He possessed a pair of eyes as deep as ripples, seemingly able to see through all the illusions of the world. He was none other than the man who called himself God, the leader of the Akatsuki organization—Pein!
“This kind of power…” A rare flash of solemnity flashed across Pain’s calm, samsara eyes. He controlled his Heavenly Dao clone, overlooking the rain-washed village below, his heart stirring.
A man who calls himself a god now feels the pressure of this alien phenomenon. He single-handedly founded the Akatsuki organization, intent on bringing peace through sheer suffering. However, faced with a force beyond imagination, even he, possessing the Rinnegan, feels an unprecedented threat. What terrifying existence will this so-called “inventory of the strongest organizations” reveal? And what place will Akatsuki occupy in it?
One Piece world.
In the heart of power at Marijoa, the holy land of the Grand Line, Admiral Akainu of the Marine Headquarters sat solemnly at his enormous desk, flipping through the documents in his hands. His sharp, angular face perpetually held a stern, murderous aura. However, as the golden sky descended and the golden characters came into view, the documents in his hands were instantly shattered by an invisible force!
“What… is this!?” Akainu suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as an eagle’s, piercing through the layers of buildings and gazing at the distant horizon. His bronze skin now looked a bit ashen, as if he sensed some extremely dangerous aura.
Even the iron-blooded Marshal, known for his unwavering commitment to absolute justice, cannot ignore this force. To maintain world order, he will stop at nothing. His Marine Headquarters represents the world government’s most formidable military. However, faced with this sudden extraterrestrial phenomenon and the impending “Strongest Organization Inventory,” this renowned Marshal feels a sense of unease. Could there be an organization in this universe so powerful that even the Navy cannot reach its goal?
The world of Fights Break Sphere.
In a gloomy and terrifying region of Zhongzhou, a massive black palace stands tall like a dormant ancient beast, emitting a suffocating aura of death. This is the headquarters of the Soul Palace, feared throughout the continent!
Deep within the palace, a figure shrouded in endless black fog let out a sneering laugh like a night owl. Those crimson eyes were filled with disregard for life and a thirst for power. He was none other than the Soul Palace’s master—Hun Miesheng!
“The strongest organization? Humph! In this universe, apart from my Soul Palace, which other force dares to claim to be the strongest?” Hun Mie Sheng’s voice was hoarse and full of arrogance, as if in his eyes, the whole world was just a plaything in his hands.
In his view, the Soul Hall’s might defies all rankings. To achieve his ambitions, he resorted to unscrupulous means, devouring countless souls to build this terrifying force. Soul Hall’s minions spread across the continent, and countless powerful individuals have fallen to their machinations. However, will this sudden inventory truly crown Soul Hall as the strongest, as he wishes? Or is there an even more terrifying entity in this outer world, capable of easily crushing all he has built?
Perfect world.
In the boundless and remote wilderness, deep within the silent and desolate universe, several ancient and powerful figures stood like immortal monuments. Their auras merged with the surrounding void, as if they had existed for countless epochs. They were the Master of the Burial Grounds, the Butcher wielding a blood-drenched knife, and other supreme giants!
They were all awakened from their deep sleep by the descending sky. Their eyes, weathered by the vicissitudes of life, slowly opened, like two cold stars, casting their gaze upon the distant curtain of light.
These beings, having lived through countless epochs and witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, possessed a power far beyond human imagination. They had long since disregarded the world’s strife and glory. However, the sudden appearance of the “Top Ten Most Powerful Organizations in the Universe” gave them a whiff of something unusual. Just what kind of earth-shattering power and depth did this “strongest organization,” recognized by this mysterious cosmos, possess? This sparked a long-awaited interest in these long-absentient beings.
It’s not just these few worlds. In Douluo Continent, Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall has an icy look in her eyes. In the world of Shrouding the Sky, the figure of the Ruthless Emperor has emerged from silence. In the world of Chinese Paladin, the elders of the Shushan Sword Sect have solemn expressions. Overlords, heroes, and secret forces in countless dimensions all felt an unprecedented shock at this moment!
This is the ultimate battle for organizational glory and strength, about to unfold beneath this mysterious sky! Who will ascend to the supreme rankings and become the most powerful organization recognized by all the heavens and worlds? The leaders of all realms hold their breath, trembling in anticipation as they wait and see!
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ActivityRegister as a Filo member and receive 200 points![Register Now]Chapter 2: The Pot King Danzo and his roots, for peace, they even sacrifice their dignity! (Old version)
Above the sky.
The magnificent golden light is still flowing slowly.
It is like the eternal galaxy, mysterious and majestic.
However, at this moment.
The righteous spirit previously displayed by the Navy Headquarters has disappeared.
Instead.
It was an extremely cold breath, like a cold wind blowing out from the abyss of the underworld.
The cold wind blew through the hearts of every living being, making them shiver involuntarily.
The air becomes thick.
It’s so oppressive that it’s almost impossible to breathe.
An invisible weight weighs heavily on everyone’s heart.
conspiracy.
calculation.
Cold.
These words come to mind in all beings.
Their instincts sent out a strong warning, indicating that the existence that was about to appear was definitely not a good thing.
The feeling of unease spreads across the heavens and all realms like a plague.
One Piece world, Marine Headquarters.
Marshal Sakazuki, also known as Akainu, had such a frown that he could almost crush a seagull.
He felt this breath that was completely opposite to the justice of the navy, and the power of the magma fruit was faintly stirring in his body.
“What kind of organization is it?”
There was a hint of caution in his deep voice.
In the world of Fights Break Sphere, the headquarters of Soul Palace.
A hint of amusement flashed in Hun Mie Sheng’s scarlet eyes.
“Oh? This aura is quite interesting.”
He did not dislike this kind of coldness, but instead felt an inexplicable familiarity with it.
[A list of the top ten most powerful organizations in the universe! ]The cold golden characters appeared again.
The chilling coldness seemed to be able to penetrate the sky and pierce the soul.
The hearts of countless creatures skipped a beat.
[TOP10: I am the root in the darkness, supporting the great tree of Konoha – Shimura Danzo and the Root! ]As soon as this subtitle came out.
The heavens and the worlds instantly fell into an eerie silence.
Immediately following.
There was a huge uproar.
An organization that supports the village?
What is this?
Compared with the previous behemoth that could destroy stars and dominate the world with a wave of its hand.
This “Root” organization sounds like a joke.
Countless strong men frowned.
Their hearts were filled with deep doubts.
Even contempt.
What qualifications does such an organization have to be on this list that represents the greatest glory in the universe?
Is there something wrong with the judging criteria for this sky curtain?
Perfect world, borderland.
A ripple also appeared in the calm eyes of several funeral masters.
“The roots that support the tree…”
One of the undertakers whispered, and the voice seemed to come from eternity ago.
They have witnessed the rise and fall of too many civilizations, and seem to have a deeper understanding of this “foundation” hidden beneath the glory and silently supporting it.
The next moment.
The sky screen suddenly changed.
A scene filled with extreme oppression and murderous atmosphere came into everyone’s sight.
The light was as dim as the road to the underworld.
A thin old man stands quietly in the center of the picture.
His face was wrapped in layers of bandages, with only one eye exposed.
That single eye flashed with a sinister light like a poisonous snake, which made people shudder.
He was holding an ancient-style cane in his hand, as if supporting his body that looked like it would fall down at any time.
He is Danzo Shimura!
Just standing there, the cold aura emanating from him was enough to make countless viewers feel cold hands and feet.
Behind him.
Countless figures stood there like ghosts.
They were arranged in neat rows, like lifeless sculptures.
Everyone wore the same ferocious animal-faced mask.
The eyes beneath the mask were cold and empty.
There wasn’t even a trace of human emotion.
They seemed to have been completely deprived of all emotions, leaving only the instinctive killing machines that followed orders.
They are ghosts lurking in the deepest darkness.
silent.
No interest.
But it exudes a heart-pounding, strong smell of death.
This aura made countless people who claimed to be strong feel inexplicably uneasy.
[Narrator]: The existence of the root tissue is the huge root system of Konoha Village, a seemingly lush tree, which is deeply rooted in the shadows where the sun can never reach.
[Narrator]: The only meaning of their existence is to protect the peace and stability of the village.
[Narrator]: For this, they are willing to be stained with the dirtiest blood in the world.
[Narrator]: They carry out the most cruel and inhumane tasks without hesitation.
[Narrator]: Their hands have long been swallowed by endless darkness and are stained with blood debts.
[Narrator]: Their existence itself is a dark history unknown to outsiders, written with blood and conspiracy.
In the world of Naruto, the Hidden Leaf Village.
The top of the Hokage Building.
The Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen stared at the scene appearing in the sky, his old face filled with indescribable complex emotions.
He took a deep drag from his pipe, but the smoke he exhaled was no longer as swirling as usual.
The smoke fell heavily, just like his mood at the moment.
“Danzo…”
He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and dry.
A trace of deep helplessness flashed across the depths of his turbid eyes.
A barely perceptible trace of guilt.
There was also a hint of secret recognition that even he himself was unwilling to admit.
Beside him.
Uzumaki Naruto, who had just finished his hard training, was scratching the back of his golden head with a confused look on his face.
He pointed at the strange old man wrapped in bandages in the sky and the people wearing scary masks.
His tone was filled with the curiosity and confusion that are unique to children.
“Who is that I say?”
“It looks so scary!”
“And those people wearing masks, are they bad guys? Are they worse than Zabuza and Haku?”
The other ninjas in Konoha Village also looked up at the sky at this moment.
Kakashi Hatake put one hand in his pocket, and his exposed eye narrowed slightly, his expression becoming a little subtle.
He was not completely ignorant of the “Root” organization.
He even had some unpleasant encounters with them.
Asuma Sarutobi held a cigarette in his mouth, his brows furrowed and his expression serious.
He seemed to think of something his father had once warned him about.
The rest of the Konoha ninjas had more or less heard some rumors about the “Root”.
But those were just groundless rumors.
Now, when this dark organization that was covered up by the Third Hokage and hidden beneath the glamorous appearance of Konoha was ruthlessly exposed to the entire universe in such a direct and shocking way by the mysterious sky.
Many ninjas who were basking in the sunshine of Konoha and enjoying a peaceful life felt an unprecedented shock.
And a hint of incredible fear.
They really can’t imagine it.
In the village they loved so much and vowed to protect with their lives.
There is actually such a nasty organization lurking here, no, it’s like a cancer.
For the so-called peace and stability.
For the so-called “overall interests” of the village.
How much unknown, bloody and filthy dark price have they paid in secret?
The answer to this question makes many people shudder.
One Piece world, New World, Dressrosa.
Doflamingo, standing above the palace, opened his iconic big mouth, with the corners of his mouth raised in an extremely dangerous, yet somewhat appreciative arc.
His scarlet tongue gently licked his dry lips.
A unique and strange laughter sounded from his throat.
“The dark forces hiding behind the light?”
“Hey, hey, this is really interesting!”
“I, Donquixote Doflamingo, quite admire those who, in order to achieve their goals, will do anything, even turning themselves into darkness itself!”
Doflamingo’s eyes flashed with a dangerous and excited light like a wild beast.
He seemed to have a strong resonance with this operating mode that was hidden beneath a glamorous appearance and controlled everything through dark means.
He seemed to smell a kindred spirit from the “Root” organization.
It also walks in the gray area between order and chaos.
For the sake of their own ambitions and interests, they are willing to sacrifice anything.
Doflamingo seems to have an extraordinary understanding of the existence of the organization “Root” and the character of Danzo Shimura.
perhaps.
In his eyes, this is an approach of taking all the filth and darkness on oneself in order to maintain a seemingly glorious rule.
This is the truly efficient and necessary means.
The world under one person, the back mountain of Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain.
The old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei quietly looked at the scene on the sky.
He gently stroked his long, snow-white and smooth beard on his chest, with a deep insight into the world in his eyes.
“For the sake of so-called justice, you’re doing such filthy things…”
He spoke softly, his tone calm, yet with a subtle hint of complexity.
This kind of existence has existed since ancient times and is not uncommon.
What’s strange is that it can be on the list of all the heavens and worlds.
And at the company headquarters.
The atmosphere in the chairman’s office was somewhat solemn.
A group of company executives, led by Xu Xiang, were watching the live broadcast on Tianmu through a huge screen.
When they saw the Root ninjas on the screen who were like soulless puppets.
They looked at each other.
They both saw a hint of bitterness in each other’s eyes.
A trace of helplessness.
There is also a kind of fatigue buried deep in the heart that only people of the same kind can understand.
They can be said to have empathy and deep understanding of this organizational operating model of “we do the dirty work and take the blame.”
In order to maintain the stability and balance of the entire alien world.
The company, this seemingly glamorous behemoth that controls the order of the alien world.
We also often need to deal with some dirty matters that cannot be put on the table and are not allowed to see the light of day.
Its nature has many striking similarities with the organization called “Root” in the Sky.
They can understand this “necessary evil” that exists to maintain the so-called “overall situation.”
But they also know better than anyone.
This force that lingers on the edge of darkness will lose effective control and restraint once it loses its effectiveness.
It will be like a wild horse running out of control, bringing about terrible, devastating and catastrophic consequences.
Douluo Continent, Wuhun City.
Pope Bibi Dong sat on the gorgeous throne, gazing at the sky with cold eyes.
A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.
“Roots? Supporting the tree?”
“They are just a bunch of rats who are afraid to see the light.”
“True power should be like the bright sun, illuminating everything and crushing all resistance!”
She scoffed at this practice of hiding in the shadows.
Although the Spirit Hall’s actions are also full of iron and blood, she believes more in absolute power.
In the world of Shrouding the Sky, there is a restricted area somewhere.
The peerless figure of the ruthless emperor glimpsed from the eternal silence.
She has seen too many ups and downs, and has also seen countless organizations that claim to be just or evil.
In her eyes, this “root” is just a speck of dust in the long river of history.
There is nothing particularly novel about its methods.
However, the fact that it was mentioned by this sky curtain may have its own unique features.
She didn’t pay much attention to it, and her eyes soon returned to their eternal calm.
The world of Chinese Paladin, Mount Shu.
The elders of the Sword Sect gathered in front of the Demon Locking Tower, looking at the sky with solemn expressions.
“These organizations act in an extreme and unscrupulous manner. Although they are called guardians, they are actually evil.”
A white-haired elder said with great sorrow.
“If we allow such forces to grow, there will be endless troubles.”
What they believe in is the righteous way of the world, and they instinctively feel repulsed and wary of the “roots” way of protecting light with darkness.
The emergence of this “Root” organization has sparked more intense discussions and reflections in all the heavens and worlds.
Darkness and light, protection and destruction.
Means and ends.
These eternal propositions are once again placed before all the strong people.
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Chapter 3: Danzo’s Ambition! The Sharingan Arm Shocks Everyone, Is the First Generation’s Cells a Tonic? (Old Version)
Above the sky, golden light suddenly became brighter.
The light seemed to have substance, penetrating layers of historical fog.
An invisible giant hand brushed away the dust of time.
The picture then slowly goes back in time, with light and shadow flowing.
The founder of the Root organization, the controversial figure – Danzo Shimura, is about to be thoroughly dissected.
His ambition.
He used cruel actions to achieve his goals.
Everything will be laid bare before the eyes of countless living beings in the heavens and all realms.
No cover at all.
There is no way to escape.
Creatures from countless worlds held their breath, their eyes fixed on the changing light curtain.
Looking forward to the secrets that are about to be revealed, I also have a premonition of some deep darkness.
On the sky, lines of ancient characters appeared, like the verdict of fate.
[He was a disciple of the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, and one of the successors of Konoha’s iron fist.][He was once a close friend of the Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen, and they shared their youth together.][He is also Sarutobi Hiruzen’s lifelong political enemy, and the undercurrent beneath the position of Kage is turbulent.][His entire life was consumed by his obsession with becoming Hokage, and that flame never died out.][He stubbornly guards the “Konoha” in his heart with what he believes to be “right.”]The so-called “correctness” seemed meaningful under the reflection of the light curtain.
So, whose Konoha is this?
The pictures flow and freeze in the war-torn era.
The young Danzo had eyes as sharp as a hawk.
He followed closely behind the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, his figure weaving through the flashes of swords and sabers.
Brutal battles and baptisms of blood and fire forged his will and also distorted some of his cognitions.
He longed for a more powerful power, the kind that could dominate everything.
He longed for the recognition of the Second Hokage, the special look that surpassed his companions.
He fantasized about one day standing at the true pinnacle of the ninja world.
In his own way, he protects the order that he cherishes.
However, the pointer of fate always gets misplaced at critical moments.
The Hokage’s throne symbolizes the highest power position in Konoha.
once.
Again.
They all passed him by, leaving behind endless regrets and unwillingness.
That unwillingness, like a seed, quietly took root and sprouted in his heart, waiting for the opportunity to break through the ground.
His endless desire for power eventually pushed him into the abyss.
Danzo began to become unscrupulous and abandoned many of his previous bottom lines.
gloomy.
Depressed.
An underground laboratory hidden from the sun appeared before everyone’s eyes.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of medicine, mixed with a faint hint of blood.
Countless huge glass petri dishes are neatly arranged.
It was soaked in a strange dark green liquid, bubbling with tiny bubbles.
In the liquid, there were pieces of flesh-colored tissue that looked like tree roots floating.
They squirmed slightly, emitting an unsettling breath of life.
The camera suddenly zoomed in and focused on Danzo.
He was lying shirtless on a cold operating table.
His body is undergoing an extremely painful transformation.
It was clearly visible that strange green lines were spreading from his chest as if they were alive.
Those lines were like twisted vines, crawling hideously under his skin, as if they were going to devour him.
He clenched his teeth, veins popped on his forehead, and sweat soaked his hair.
Pain, however, could not stop him from pursuing power.
In order to obtain the power beyond the mortal world, Danzo cast his greedy eyes on the legendary existence in the ninja world – the first Hokage, Senju Hashirama.
The legendary ninja god who pacified the troubled times.
The scene switches again, showing footage of Danzo’s covert operation.
He successfully obtained the cells of the first Hokage, Hashirama, through secret and dishonorable channels.
Those are the remains of gods that contain tremendous vitality and the secret of Wood Release.
Then, without hesitation, he transplanted these cells into his own body.
He attempted to use this to gain the nearly immortal vitality of the First Hokage.
He even attempted to control the legendary power of wood escape that was said to be able to create forests and change the landscape.
This behavior is no different from devouring the flesh and blood of gods.
Its crazy.
Its bold.
His extreme desire for power has attracted the attention of countless powerful people in the heavens and all realms.
The creatures of some worlds felt a soul-stirring anger towards this act of blaspheming the ancestors and stealing divine power.
Other beings in the darkness, on the other hand, showed playful smiles.
However, the transplantation of primary cells was just the beginning for Danzo.
A crazier and more outrageous plan had already been brewing in his mind.
The light from the sky became somewhat dazzling, as if foreshadowing how shocking the following scene would be.
The hearts of all living beings in the heavens and the world tightened unconsciously.
A strong sense of unease spread across countless worlds.
The picture focuses on Danzo’s right arm, which has been tightly wrapped in layers of bandages.
He slowly untied the bandage, circle by circle.
As the bandages fell off, an indescribable evil aura began to spread.
When the last bandage fell off, his right arm, which had been hidden for so long, was finally exposed to the gaze of all the heavens and worlds.
moment.
Creatures in countless worlds felt a strong physical chill.
My stomach was churning.
Some timid ones even let out shrill, fear-filled screams.
That was not a human arm at all.
It twists.
It’s bloated.
It’s more like a deformed tumor full of blood vessels.
And the most horrifying thing is that the tumor is densely packed with eyes!
Dozens of scarlet and strange eyes, like cursed gems that were forcibly implanted.
Each eye appears to be in the form of three slowly rotating magatama.
That is the Uchiha clan’s unique bloodline limit – the Sharingan!
Countless living Sharingans were crudely transplanted onto the same arm.
They turned strangely, with a heart-pounding red light flashing in their pupils, as if each one contained a desperate soul.
A strong aura of evil and ominousness gushed out from the arm crazily, almost penetrating the sky and corroding the minds of everyone who watched.
In order to have the trump card to turn the tide and change one’s own destiny in the ever-changing battle situation.
Danzo, the power-obsessed maniac.
It’s so cruel and crazy.
He collected an astonishing number of Sharingan from the Uchiha clan.
Using the most cruel means, he transplanted them one by one into his right arm.
His real purpose is to use these eyes that gather countless resentments to perform the Uchiha clan’s legendary supreme forbidden technique – Izanagi!
A spell that can transform harm that is detrimental to the caster, even death itself, into dreams.
At the same time, favorable factors such as the caster’s attack are transformed into reality.
At the cost of sacrificing a Sharingan, a forbidden technique that plays with fate between reality and illusion.
This extreme desire for power.
This is a crazy act that treats the lives and dignity of others as worthless in order to achieve its goals.
It’s simply chilling to the bone.
The right arm covered with scarlet Sharingan looked extremely hideous in the close-up of the sky.
It was as if countless bloodthirsty demon eyes were staring coldly at the heavens and all the worlds through time and space.
Countless creatures felt their scalps tingling and a chill rushing from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
The weaker creatures simply collapsed to the ground, trembling, as if they had witnessed the most horrifying and blasphemous scene in the world.
Some powerful races that value blood inheritance even let out uncontrollable roars of anger.
Such behavior is the ultimate defilement of bloodline.
In the world of Naruto, in a hidden corner of Konoha Village.
Uchiha Sasuke’s figure was hidden in the shadows, his handsome and cold face was staring at the strange phenomenon in the sky.
The moment Danzo’s arm was fully revealed.
His Sharingan, which had already turned blood red due to the pain of genocide, suddenly burst out with even more intense and violent hatred and murderous intent.
The three magatama in his eyes were spinning wildly, almost dripping blood.
Ice-cold chakra emanated uncontrollably from his body, raising a layer of dust on the ground.
“Danzo!!”
An extremely low roar came from the depths of Sasuke’s throat.
The voice was hoarse and distorted, as if it was honed from the Nine Nether Hell, and every syllable was filled with deep-rooted hatred.
He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.
The sharp nails pierced deeply into the palm of his hand, and bright red blood dripped through the fingers, spreading a small dark red patch on the ground.
He felt no pain at all.
At this moment, no pain could compare to the rage and indignation in his heart.
Those were the eyes of his Uchiha clan.
They are the eyes of his parents and clansmen.
Now, it was embedded in the dirty arm of that despicable old thief like a trophy.
What a blasphemy this is.
How cruel.
For the so-called personal ambition.
For the hypocritical excuse of “protecting Konoha”.
Danzo, the executioner whose hands are stained with Uchiha blood.
He actually committed such heinous and unspeakable crimes against his own people.
This blood feud.
This pain goes deep into the bone marrow.
It will be engraved forever on the souls of the Uchiha clan and also branded in the deepest part of Sasuke’s soul, never to be erased.
The fire of revenge in his body burned even more fiercely at this moment, almost devouring his sanity.
In the perfect world, there is a desolate imperial pass with flames of war raging on the border.
Endless evil spirit and blood energy intertwined here, the laws collapsed, and the void trembled.
Shi Hao stood on the top of the pass, with brilliant fairy light surrounding him, and was confronting the terrifying immortal king from a foreign land outside the city from afar.
Even at such a tense moment of confrontation, the strange changes in the sky still attracted his attention.
Through layers of barriers, the sky picture appearing above the nine heavens seemed a little blurry in his eyes, but he could still make out the key images.
When he saw Danzo’s arm covered with Sharingan, Shi Hao’s heroic brows couldn’t help but frown deeply.
Throughout his life, he fought in countless battles, his blood was stained on the battlefield, he witnessed too many cruel killings, and encountered countless insidious and cunning people.
Those enemies may be for race, for the great cause, or for survival.
But someone like Danzo used such cruel means on his own people, taking part of their body and turning it into his own power.
Shi Hao still felt a strong disgust from the bottom of his heart.
He could not understand and would never agree with this twisted practice of completely destroying one’s own humanity in pursuit of so-called power.
In his simple and firm belief, true strength comes from one’s own hard work and from the sincere heart to protect relatives and friends and protect one’s homeland.
It is a road to heaven that is built uprightly, step by step.
No matter how powerful this power, gained by plundering others and trampling on lives, may seem, its foundation is ultimately false.
It is an even more despicable and evil way.
Not tolerated by the righteous path.
Such an existence, even if it gains power for a while, will eventually be abandoned by the Tao and buried by time.
In the world of Fights Break Sphere, the dark and profound core of the soul world.
The place is filled with a strong smell of death and cold soul fluctuations.
A huge and hideous white bone throne stood quietly in the center of the soul energy.
Emperor Hun Tian, the eternal hero of the Hun clan, was lazily leaning on the bone throne.
His bottomless dark eyes were now looking up at the sky, observing with great interest everything that was happening in the other world.
When I saw Danzo’s creepy Sharingan arm.
And when he sensed the powerful life force fluctuations faintly transmitted from the sky, belonging to the cells of the first generation of Hokage.
Deep in the calm eyes of Emperor Hun Tian, a rare look of genuine interest appeared.
“Oh? Gathering the blood and special organs of other powerful creatures and integrating them into one’s own body…”
He muttered to himself, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up in a cold and evil arc.
“It’s actually an interesting means of strengthening.”
In the eyes of Emperor Hun Tian, the essence of power has no absolute right or wrong, good or evil.
Justice and evil are nothing more than different rhetoric from the victors and losers.
The key is how to control and use this power.
Danzo’s pursuit of ultimate power at any cost, even at any means necessary, seems cruel and inhumane to many people.
But in the value system of Emperor Hun Tian, this may just be a slightly rough but efficient choice on the road to the highest realm.
He has an almost pathological obsession and fascination with any way that can enhance his own strength.
Plunder blood.
Devouring souls.
These have long been commonplace methods in the history of the Soul Clan.
In his eyes, Danzo’s actions were nothing more than small matters.
But the pure desire for power he displayed gave him a tiny bit of “identification”.
Chapter 4: The True Story of Ninja Tools! The Root Organization Brainwashes and Assassinates a Dragon, and Its Members Are Worse Than Dogs! (Old Version)
Above the sky, a series of extremely cruel scenes, like bloody wounds torn open by sharp blades, were displayed without any cover in front of the eyes of countless creatures in the heavens and all worlds.
The camera focuses relentlessly on the root tissue.
The selection and training method, which was like the purgatory of the Netherworld, was just the tip of the iceberg, but it had already made countless viewers feel cold all over and could hardly bear to look at it any longer.
【For members of the Root, the tragedy often begins with the loss of everything.】
The narration on the screen is cold and emotionless, telling the suffocating truth.
[The vast majority of them are orphans who lost their parents in the brutal war.]Like a rootless duckweed drifting in a storm, fragile and helpless.
[In the end, he was taken in by Shimura Danzo under the pretext of “for the sake of the village.”]However, what awaits these young lives is not a warm shelter, nor a future full of hope.
[It is a hellish torture that goes deep into your bones and a complete transformation of your personality.]They are systematically deprived of basic human emotions.
【Their self-will was ruthlessly obliterated.】
[The only purpose of existence is to become the sharpest and most obedient butcher knife in Danzo’s hands. ][Becoming perfect tools with no thoughts, only knowing how to kill.]Screen transition.
A group of skinny, pale-faced children with blank eyes were led into a deep and depressing underground base like driven livestock.
What greeted them was not the care of teachers, nor systematic education.
It is endless cruel training and inhuman torture day after day.
Here, rigorous programs that challenge the limits of the body are merely daily appetizers.
What is even more chilling is the ruthless spiritual destruction and systematic brainwashing.
“You are the roots of Konoha, buried deep in the darkness, supporting the light.”
The cold voice echoed throughout the base.
The children were repeatedly indoctrinated with the distorted idea of absolute obedience to Danzo.
Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, these innate human emotions, are regarded as weaknesses and are forcibly deprived.
They were taught how to kill in the most efficient, cold-blooded and emotionless way possible.
Every swing of the knife, every attack, must be precise and deadly.
Any hesitation will result in severe punishment.
They are no longer living people.
It’s more like a puppet controlled by invisible strings, numb and cold.
Being driven to perform all kinds of dark tasks that are not allowed to be seen in the light.
He assassinated the enemy ninja lurking in Konoha Village with a clean and efficient method, leaving no trace.
He used all means necessary to steal important strategic intelligence from the enemy ninja village, and the process was extremely dangerous.
They are even forced to participate in inhumane human experiments that violate the bottom line of human ethics, becoming experimental subjects or perpetrators of violence.
Their tender hands were already stained with countless amounts of blood.
Their hearts have long become numb and calm from the killing and torture day after day.
What is even more outrageous is that this is done to ensure the absolute loyalty and complete control of these “tools”.
Danzo imposed various extreme and terrifying restrictions on every core member of the Root organization.
For example, the “Seal to Eradicate Tongue Trouble” that makes people shudder.
Once a member attempts to betray the organization, even if there is only a slight thought of wavering.
Or inadvertently, reveal any secrets about the root organization.
What awaits them will be torture a thousand times more painful than death. The curse will be activated, they will be unable to speak, their bodies will become stiff, until they completely collapse in endless pain.
It can even directly trigger the curse and cause instant death.
The Root Organization’s control over its members has reached an outrageous and indescribable level!
They are not only brutally depriving these children of their basic rights as human beings.
This is achieved through continuous, inhumane and cruel means.
They were completely transformed from body to spirit into killing machines that only knew how to blindly follow orders.
In Shimura Danzo’s deep and cold eyes.
These once vibrant lives are nothing more than tools that can be discarded and replaced at will.
There is no personal dignity at all, and its value is not even as good as a handy weapon.
The scene switches again, revealing an even more chilling training method.
In order to further sharpen the killing instinct of these “tools” and their distorted “absolute loyalty”.
There is actually a kind of cruel and inhumane training within the Root Organization – forcing members to kill each other!
Former companions became mortal enemies in the blink of an eye.
The young face was filled with coldness and determination that should not belong to this age.
A young figure appears in the picture.
He is Sai.
At this moment, he was forced to engage in a life-and-death struggle with Shin, whom he regarded as his brother, in which only one of them could survive.
His eyes were filled with unspeakable pain, confusion and intense struggle.
The dagger in his hand was shaking slightly.
In the end, Nobuyuki protected Sai so that his brother could survive.
With a sad smile, he chose to sacrifice himself, freezing his life on that cold training ground.
The blood dyed the ground red, and also dyed Sai’s memory red.
This kind of training method that destroys humanity and tramples on emotions has an obvious sinister purpose.
It is to completely destroy the last bit of compassion left in the members’ hearts.
Cut off all possible emotional ties between them.
This resulted in a killing machine that was absolutely loyal to Danzo, cold-blooded and ruthless, and had only the mission in mind.
In Danzo’s distorted values.
Only ninjas who have experienced this bloody life and death test can completely abandon all emotions.
Only then can it truly become the most reliable and sharpest blade in his hand.
Only then can we clear all obstacles for him without reservation.
These bloody and extremely cruel scenes continuously impact the vision and souls of all living beings in the heavens and the worlds.
Countless creatures felt a genuine chill from the depths of their souls.
It was as if I was suddenly placed in an ice cellar that had not melted for thousands of years, and even the breath was freezing cold.
This complete trampling on human nature has caused many strong people who claim to be knowledgeable and experienced to feel physical discomfort.
The sun is still bright, shining on the familiar streets and buildings.
However, at this moment, countless Konoha ninjas gathered in the square where they could see the sky, or at home, looking at the dark and suffocating history displayed on the sky.
They all felt a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and they shuddered.
Many of them, especially the younger generation, find it difficult to imagine.
Beneath the peace and tranquility that they swore to protect with their lives, there lay such a heinous crime.
Those young yet numb faces and those killings without hesitation deeply hurt their nerves.
“This… this is what our village used to be…”
A young ninja muttered to himself, his voice full of confusion and disbelief.
Hatake Kakashi, the elite jonin known for his laziness and unruliness, was staring at the sky silently at this moment.
There was an extremely complex light flashing in his exposed eye.
He thought of his best friend, Uchiha Obito.
The once sunny and cheerful boy was once consumed by hatred and despair because of Lin’s death, and fell into endless darkness.
He nearly fell into an abyss of no return and became the enemy of the entire ninja world.
He felt the cruelty and darkness of the Root Organization more deeply and painfully.
Once darkness grows in the heart and is allowed to continue, it will bring about terrible and devastating consequences.
It will distort everything and devour everything until there is no light left.
This dark experience has been deliberately kept secret and covered up by power.
It is a taboo past that many Konoha high-ranking officials and even the older generation of ninjas are reluctant to mention easily.
It is like a hideous scar that can never be completely healed.
Deeply engraved in the history of Konoha Village.
They are reminded all the time to maintain the hard-earned peace and stability.
Konoha had also paid an unimaginable heavy price.
Even, actively or passively, they are stained with stains and sins that can never be washed away.
This heavy burden made it almost impossible for many Konoha ninjas present who knew about it to breathe.
In the world of One Piece, there is a turbulent sea area in the Grand Line.
On a battleship belonging to the World Government.
Members of CP9, a secret intelligence agency directly under the World Government, are also watching the scene in the sky through special video Den Den Mushi.
They gazed at the root organization’s systematic, assembly-line-like “tool” training method.
These government agents are known for their ruthlessness and iron-blooded tactics.
An expression of disbelief and horror involuntarily appeared on his face.
Even deep down in their hearts, they felt a little… ashamed?
Yes, I feel ashamed of myself.
“This… this is simply… the utter inhumanity!”
Rob Lucci, the de facto leader of CP9, had a rare flash of unconcealable astonishment and emotion in his hawk-like, sharp cat eyes.
For the first time, his voice trembled with uncertainty.
The members of CP9 have received rigorous training since childhood and have always considered it their duty to perfectly execute orders from their superiors.
In order to complete the mission, you can do anything, including your own life and the lives of others.
They think they are cold-blooded and efficient enough.
However, compared to the extreme method of the Root Organization in the Sky Curtain, which completely deprives its members of all emotions and trains them from soul to body to become pure killing tools.
The cruel training rules followed by CP9 are like children’s playing house, which makes them seem so insignificant.
Only at this moment did they truly realize the so-called “cruelty” and “darkness” of their organization.
In the face of the true, pure darkness and distortion of the Root Organization.
It seemed so pale and weak, so… “gentle”.
In the world of Linglong, there is a doomsday wasteland covered with yellow sand.
The last bastion of mankind, the towering lighthouse, is now shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.
Countless survivors struggling to survive the apocalypse are seen through screens placed in various areas.
He stared intently at the soulless Root members who were like zombies.
Especially when the camera focuses on those orphans with empty eyes and numb expressions.
An indescribable sense of great sadness quickly spread in their hearts like a plague.
The air seemed to freeze.
The common people living at the bottom of the lighthouse society feel it particularly deeply.
They looked at the Root members who were completely deprived of their freedom and dignity and treated like objects.
It was as if I saw a vague yet extremely clear shadow of my own destiny in those distorted figures.
They are also governed by the laws of the Lighthouse and the Supreme People.
In exchange for insignificant survival resources, they struggle on the brink of death every day.
They are also deprived of the right to free choice, living a humble life like ants, with no hope in sight.
From these root organization members.
They felt a deep and similar despair.
A deep sorrow of being completely instrumentalized and not treated as a human being.
This sorrow transcends the boundaries of the world and resonates within the soul.
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Chapter 5: Konoha’s Dark History Revealed! Danzo colluded with foreign enemies, provoked war, and did all sorts of evil things in order to become Hokage (Old Version)
Above the sky, the scene continued to change.
Each picture looks like someone is struggling to tear off pieces of rotten and smelly fig leaves.
The dark history of the Root organization, which was kept secret and deliberately sealed in Konoha Village, is now being displayed in an extremely cruel and bloody way before the eyes of countless powerful people in the heavens and all realms.
The malice and distortion contained therein almost penetrate the sky, making the viewers shudder.
[For the sake of his already distorted, paranoid and insane “peace and stability of Konoha”, Shimura Danzo and the Root organization he founded were willing to completely trample underfoot all worldly morality and basic conscience.]They sacrificed the lives of their innocent companions without blinking an eye.
[They secretly colluded with those foreign enemies who always coveted Konoha, inviting the wolves into the house.][In order to achieve some ulterior motives, they even went so far as to ignite the fuse of war themselves, dragging countless people into the abyss of disaster.][Shimura Danzo’s existence is like a malignant tumor parasitizing the roots of Konoha, a towering tree that should be flourishing and thriving, constantly absorbing nutrients and spreading toxins.][It threatens the health of the tree at all times, and even attempts to replace it and become the new master.]On the sky screen, there are flashes of shocking and unbearable scenes.
On the night of genocide that changed the fate of the Uchiha clan.
Apart from the tragic and resolute figure of Uchiha Itachi, bathed in blood alone under the moonlight.
In the deeper and more unknown dark corners, there seem to be several sneaky figures belonging to the Root Organization lurking.
They were like poisonous snakes hiding under rotten wood, watching every detail of the massacre with cold and ruthless eyes.
They efficiently reaped the lives of the Uchiha clan members who died in despair.
He even showed undisguised greed for those Sharingans that emitted strange light, and snatched them one by one, claiming them as his own.
Then, the scene suddenly switched.
The time came to the eve of Orochimaru’s defection from Konoha.
Some mysterious Root ninjas seem to be secretly providing various conveniences for Orochimaru’s shocking research.
Even the fragments vaguely emerging from the sky suggest that Danzo Shimura himself had acquiesced to or even condoned Orochimaru’s inhumane and unethical human experiments.
The purpose of his doing this was simply to get a share of Orochimaru’s research results and obtain the powerful power that could quickly improve his strength.
In order to realize his ulterior ambitions and desires hidden deep in his heart.
Then, when the calamity-like Pain led the Akatsuki organization to invade the Hidden Leaf Village.
The whole village was engulfed in a sea of despair.
Countless Konoha ninjas, young and old, fought bloody battles and fought to the death to protect their homes.
However, Danzo, who was supposed to be part of the village’s protective force, and the Root members under his command.
But at this moment, it was like a dormant poisonous snake that had long been accustomed to the darkness.
They chose to hide in unknown dark corners, watching the tragic deaths of their companions and the destruction of the village with indifference.
They shrewdly preserve their own strength, like the most despicable speculators, secretly waiting for the moment when the conflict between the snipe and the clam ends.
Trying to become the ultimate fisherman and reap the greatest benefits at the lowest cost.
Many of Shimura Danzo’s decisions were made from the perspective of his extreme self-centeredness and his distorted stance of “everything for the sake of protecting Konoha.”
It seems that there are always some far-fetched, even ridiculous reasons for his despicable behavior.
He would kill anyone who might stand in his way of becoming Hokage.
Or everything in his cognition threatens the existence of the so-called “perfect Konoha” in his mind.
They all regarded them as heretics that must be eradicated without mercy and wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible.
However, the despicable and shameless means he adopted and the heavy sacrifices he caused are simply outrageous and cannot be described in words!
“Ninjas should uphold peace in the dark.”
This high-sounding sentence is said to be a famous saying that Danzo Shimura often said.
However, at this moment, under the gaze of countless powerful people in the heavens and all realms.
In the face of the bloody truths revealed by the sky.
This sentence seems so pale and powerless, full of disgusting hypocrisy and irony that goes deep into the bone marrow.
[These words, in front of the Root Organization’s hideous hands stained with the blood of innocent people.][In front of the unwilling souls of countless innocent victims who died because of him. ][It seemed so pale and powerless, so vulnerable, without even a shred of room for rebuttal.][The so-called “support in darkness” eventually evolved step by step into a deadly cancer that actively devoured light and strangled hope under the manipulation of Shimura Danzo.]Inside the Hokage’s office.
The Fifth Hokage, Tsunade, stared at the horrifying secrets about Danzo and the Root organization that were constantly being revealed in the sky.
The tough and delicate body that she was proud of was now shaking violently due to extreme anger.
An uncontrollable rage, like a volcano about to erupt, surged wildly and violently in her chest!
“Bang!”
There was a loud bang.
Tsunade slammed her fist down on the Hokage’s desk in front of her.
That hard tabletop made of fine wood, a symbol of the Hokage’s authority.
Under her angry blow, it was instantly covered with spider-web-like fine and hideous cracks.
Then, with a loud bang, it completely shattered, and wood chips flew everywhere!
“Danzo! This damn old fellow! He actually…actually hid it from everyone and did so many evil things that were worse than pigs and dogs!”
Tsunade clenched her teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with deep hatred.
Her bright green eyes were now filled with incredible horror and raging rage that was about to burst out.
【As the fifth Hokage, whose lifelong mission is to protect the village and his companions. 】
[Tsunade absolutely cannot tolerate such shameless behavior of selling out the interests of the village and harming innocent companions in order to satisfy personal despicable ambitions! ][Everything Shimura Danzo did was nothing less than an extreme blasphemy against the Will of Fire that she had always upheld and inherited! It was a ruthless trampling on the beliefs of all previous Hokages!]Perfect World, the Imperial Borderland.
On top of the majestic city walls.
Shi Hao was also looking at the scene in the sky.
When he saw those who sacrificed countless innocent lives for personal power and desire, and carefully woven sinister and vicious conspiracies.
His handsome and resolute face was also filled with uncontrollable anger.
He clenched his fists suddenly, and the knuckles turned white from the force.
A furious roar exploded over the Imperial Pass like thunder from the sky above: “To wantonly kill innocent lives just to satisfy one’s own selfish desires is worse than even the lowest beasts!”
[He has fought bloody battles throughout his life to protect his cherished family, friends, and the entire world behind him, without stopping.][He has experienced too many life and death separations and witnessed too much darkness and cruelty.]Therefore, he could not understand from the bottom of his heart, and absolutely could not tolerate such despicable behavior of treating countless innocent lives as worthless and sacrificing them casually just to satisfy one’s humble desires.
[This behavior touched the most unshakable bottom line in his heart.]The world of Shrouding the Sky, the Big Dipper constellation.
In the dead and cold starry sky of the universe.
Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back, quietly gazing at the darkness and filth hidden beneath the prosperous appearance of Konohagakure Village as shown in the sky.
There wasn’t much intense emotion in his deep eyes. He just shook his head slightly after seeing everything clearly.
An indescribable compassion quietly flowed in the depths of his eyes.
He rose from obscurity, and along the way, he experienced too much darkness and turmoil, and personally buried one glorious era after another.
He knows better than anyone how difficult it is to achieve peace, and how precious it is.
But he understood even more clearly that any so-called peace achieved at the cost of sacrificing innocent lives and trampling on kindness was nothing but a false illusion, fragile and vulnerable.
[Such a peace, from the moment it was born, was doomed to a tragic end of self-destruction.][What Shimura Danzo was eagerly pursuing, in his view, was nothing more than the abnormal expansion and pathological display of his personal desire for power.][That is completely contrary to the true meaning of peace and the aspiration to protect all living beings. It is a world away from them.]Chapter 6: The old fox’s movie star-level performance! Danzo plays dirty tricks in the Five Kage meeting. Want to be the boss of the ninja world? Dream on! (Old version)
Above the sky, the picture shifted again.
A supreme power event that concerns the fate of the entire ninja world – the Five Kage Summit, is about to appear.
This is undoubtedly the most direct follow-up and confirmation of the various evil deeds of Danzo that were previously revealed.
The anger and compassion of Tsunade, Shi Hao, and Ye Fan still echoed in everyone’s hearts.
At this moment, they will witness with their own eyes how this dark will stirs up trouble on the highest stage of the ninja world.
The atmosphere in the conference hall was as tense as a bowstring.
Every wisp of air seemed to be filled with distrust.
Suspicious glances were like tangible swords, silently clashing in every corner.
An old figure wrapped in thick bandages stood out in such an atmosphere.
He was none other than Danzo Shimura, who was representing Konoha at the meeting as the Acting Hokage.
The face, mostly covered by bandages, showed no emotion at all.
Only the single eye that was exposed was flashing with an unfathomable dark light.
[However, this fox, steeped in political tactics and cunning in calculations, could not completely conceal the venomous ambition that was lurking deep within his heart, even in a solemn occasion that determined the world’s order.][On the surface, he was having a calm discussion with the other four Shadows, weighing the pros and cons of every word.][Every look is full of calculation, as if everything is under control.][Secretly, he had already laid out a series of insidious chess games on the chessboard, unnoticed by anyone, hoping to single-handedly change the fate of the entire ninja world and bring it under his control.]In the picture, Danzo’s arm, hidden in his wide sleeves, trembled very slightly.
If you don’t observe carefully, it is almost impossible to detect.
A sinister and secretive light suddenly flashed in his one eye.
An extremely weak yet mysterious power-containing pupil fluctuation, like an invisible spider silk.
Silently, it spread towards the impartial host of the talks, Admiral Mifune of the neutral Iron Nation.
That was the strongest illusion contained in Uchiha Shisui’s Mangekyō Sharingan – Kotoamatsukami!
This technique can change other people’s will invisibly without the need for eye contact.
Danzo attempted to completely control the mind of the Iron Country’s Admiral Mifune through this covert method.
And then take control of the supreme dominance of the entire ninja alliance.
In the end, he gradually realized his long-hidden ambition to rule the entire ninja world!
However, how could these little movements of his, which he thought were secretive, truly escape the sharp perception of the other four Kage-level masters present?
Whether it is Raikage Ai, who has a hot temper and extraordinary perception ability.
The lightning chakra in his body seemed to be extremely sensitive to any abnormal energy fluctuations.
It was still the experienced Tsuchikage Ohnoki who had seen a lot of storms.
His seemingly cloudy old eyes are actually very insightful.
Or maybe it’s Gaara, the Kazekage who is meticulous and pays attention to details.
Beneath his calm face was a vigilance far beyond his years.
Not to mention the Mizukage Mei Terumi, who has amazing insight and a cool head hidden beneath her charming appearance.
Her perception, like the Dissolve and Boil techniques she mastered, was delicate and deadly.
Almost at the same time, they all keenly sensed the extremely subtle yet extremely unusual chakra fluctuation in the air.
Danzo’s plan seemed flawless, but in fact it had already been seen through by countless pairs of eyes.
In the face of the absolute strength and high vigilance of the four Kage-level powerhouses, it seemed so clumsy.
So ridiculous.
His wolfish ambitions and despicable means were completely exposed at this moment, at such an important occasion as the Five Kage Summit.
This undoubtedly added another layer of color to his previously exposed crimes.
This instantly aroused the strong and undisguised dissatisfaction of the other four Kages.
And the deep vigilance as if facing a great enemy.
[In the face of an absolute clash of power, under the insight of a truly powerful being, any carefully woven disguise will be ruthlessly torn to pieces.]Danzo’s slogan, “For Konoha, I am willing to bear all the darkness,” now pales in comparison to his mad desire for supreme power.
Such hypocrisy.
[This is so ridiculous.]His high-sounding oath might have deceived some people at one time.
At this moment, it sounds more like a clumsy excuse he carefully fabricated in order to seize supreme power and satisfy his personal desires.
It was so harsh.
In the world of Naruto, memories of the Five Kage Summit took place.
The tense atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out.
The obsidian-like deep eyes of Raikage Ai were instantly filled with uncontrollable rage.
His already rough voice now resounded throughout the venue like thunder from the sky:
“Danzo! What the hell are you doing?!”
His roar made the teacups on the table buzz.
Tsuchikage Ohnoki also slowly narrowed his weathered and cloudy eyes.
His short body leaned back slightly, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm and contempt:
“Humph! It’s like a rat that’s used to hiding in the gutter.”
“At this critical moment, can’t you wait to bare your filthy fangs?”
The Kazekage Gaara remained silent.
But a layer of frost had already covered his young and resolute face.
The originally calm gravel around him was now violently surging and condensing uncontrollably.
It exudes a dangerous and frightening aura.
The silent anger and high alertness have already revealed his inner determination.
Mizukage Mei Terumi covered her mouth with her hands and let out a faint chuckle.
But those green eyes that should have been charming and attractive were now filled with icy coldness.
And a hint of obvious disgust:
“Acting Hokage, your method of manipulating people’s hearts seems… not very upright.”
“It’s really eye-opening.”
[They are all the supreme leaders of their respective ninja villages, and are at the pinnacle of strength in the ninja world.][They possess a powerful strength that is enough to stand out from the crowd, and they also possess a keen insight that matches their strength.]They will never tolerate anyone using such despicable and shameless means to disrupt the basic order of the Five Kage Talks.
[I will not allow anyone to interfere with the future and power of the entire ninja world in such a dirty way.][Danzo’s ambition, from the moment he chose to use Kotoamatsukami, was doomed to end in complete failure.]At the same time, in the world of One Piece, above a turbulent sea in the New World.
A huge and ferocious pirate ship, the “Sword of Gibek”, sails against the wind and waves.
On the deck, Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach was looking up at Danzo’s clumsy performance on the sky screen.
He opened his trademark wide grin, which was full of missing teeth.
He let out a loud, penetrating laugh.
The laughter was filled with undisguised mockery.
“Haha! This guy actually has some ambitions for power!”
He admired, and even advocated, the courage and awareness to achieve personal ambitions at all costs.
Because he himself is such a person.
[But he sincerely despised Danzo’s sneaky and despicable methods of trying to manipulate everything in secret.][In his twisted view of the strong, a truly strong person should be upright and use his overwhelming strength to crush everything and seize everything he wants.][Conspiracy and trickery are ultimately just weapons of the weak.]In this world under one person, the headquarters of the express company is everywhere.
In a heavily guarded meeting room that was so spacious it seemed empty.
A group of well-dressed and diversely-mannered veterans from the company’s board of directors were sitting casually on comfortable leather sofas.
They watched with ease the scenes of power struggle unfolding at the Five Kage Summit on the sky screen.
Everyone’s face showed a smile that seemed to know everything and yet was filled with a hint of playfulness.
It was like watching a play that had been seen countless times and had not much novelty.
[These beings themselves have long been at the center of various complex power struggles.][They are no strangers to this kind of manipulation of power and people’s hearts, and can even be said to be familiar with it to the core.][Those little tricks that Danzo had painstakingly executed might truly be considered childish stunts in the eyes of these veterans who truly mastered the art of manipulation.]【Not worth mentioning, just adding to the joke. 】
An elegant old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses picked up the teacup, took a sip, with a faint smile on his lips, but did not speak.
But that look seemed to see through everything.
Chapter 7: Sasuke’s revenge is awesome! Susanoo beats Danzo violently, and even the forbidden technique of immortality Izanagi can’t save his life (old version)
Above the sky, light and shadows flowed, and the previous noise and power struggles suddenly fell silent.
The scene suddenly changed, filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere.
An indescribable tragic atmosphere permeated the air, weighing heavily on the hearts of every viewer.
Uchiha Sasuke.
He finally knew the whole truth about the demise of the Uchiha clan.
At this moment, he was like a phoenix reborn from the flames of despair, his feathers burning with the flames of revenge.
The overwhelming hatred turned into a physical storm, causing the entire space to tremble slightly.
Just like that, he appeared before Shimura Danzo.
The hateful gaze was fixed on the culprit.
The scarlet Sharingan was now shining with an unprecedented light.
The light was brighter and more dazzling than the scorching sun in the sky.
Burning within it is the Uchiha clan’s proud will to never surrender.
It is also a silent but most intense accusation against this cruel and unfair fate.
To avenge all the dead members of the tribe and to wash away the blood feud that is deeply engraved in the soul.
Sasuke concentrated all his anger, all his sadness, and all his unwillingness.
All of it was poured into his powerful and evolved pupil technique.
In the picture, the space behind Sasuke is distorted.
An immense energy giant suddenly rose from the ground and soared into the sky.
That is the ultimate symbol of the evolution of his pupil power – Susanoo.
Its face is hideous and ferocious, exuding a wild and ancient aura.
The giant held a huge bow and arrow made of pure lightning energy in his hand.
Thunder crackled above the bowstring and purple lightning swirled, as if it would launch a devastating blow at any time.
Just that energy fluctuation exudes a powerful and almost suffocating sense of oppression.
The air seemed to freeze, and the viewer’s breathing also stagnated.
Facing the intense hatred emanating from Sasuke that was almost tangible.
A trace of imperceptible haze quickly flashed across Danzo’s exposed single eye.
His old face was tense, and he knew in his heart that this battle was inevitable.
The chakra in his body began to surge wildly.
Without hesitation, he mobilized his right arm, which had been transplanted with countless scarlet Sharingans.
The eyeballs on the arms moved collectively, releasing ominous waves.
Forbidden Technique – Izanagi.
He brazenly used this eye technique that could defy fate and change one’s destiny.
In an instant, Danzo’s figure became like a ghost, floating around the battlefield.
His figure kept flashing, and every time it seemed like he was hit by Sasuke’s fierce attack, causing fatal damage at the moment of “death”.
They will all dissipate like phantoms in the mirror and water, and then re-condense not far away and reappear intact.
He actually did this at the cost of constantly sacrificing the extremely precious Sharingan on his arms.
Get rid of those fragments of “reality” that are not good for you and may even lead to your failure.
Forcibly distorted and tampered into a false and unreal “dream”.
In this way, he was “resurrected” again and again under Sasuke’s fierce attacks.
This strange and unpredictable ability is chilling.
Sasuke’s attacks hit the target accurately again and again.
But it failed strangely again and again.
This incomprehensible phenomenon once pushed him into a desperate situation close to madness.
The overwhelming hatred in his heart was like the most violent fire in the earth’s core.
It mercilessly burned every nerve in his body, corroding his remaining sanity.
Hatred is indeed an extremely sharp double-edged sword.
It can give people the terrifying power to destroy everything.
It can also stimulate the infinite potential hidden in the human body in critical moments when people are in desperate situations.
Driven by the endless hatred for Danzo that is deep in his bones and unforgettable.
Under this extreme pressure and emotional catalysis, Sasuke’s Sharingan began to evolve further rapidly.
The Susanoo behind him also became more powerful, its energy more condensed, and its form more flawless.
The overall shape of Susanoo became more solid.
It was as if a real god had descended to the earth, his majesty inviolable.
The thunder arrow held tightly in his hand also condensed a power that was far more terrifying than before.
The space around the arrow was slightly distorted because it could not withstand this force.
Each of Sasuke’s attacks became faster and more powerful than before.
His speed was getting faster and faster, and his figure turned into a series of afterimages.
With his sharper insight after evolution, he gradually caught the tiny gaps in Danzo’s constant distortion of reality.
That fleeting flaw.
Finally, the moment of decisive battle arrived.
On Danzo’s right arm, the Sharingan eyes that once flashed with a strange red light slowly closed one after another.
They have lost their luster and power.
The time he could maintain Izanagi’s forbidden technique was becoming shorter and shorter.
The gap between reality and dreams becomes larger and more obvious.
Sasuke keenly grasped that once-in-a-lifetime moment that decided life and death.
A Chidori sharp spear that condenses all of Sasuke’s hatred, strength, and will at the moment.
The tip of the gun flashed with dazzling lightning.
Like lightning tearing through the dark night sky, it carries with it unparalleled determination and sharpness.
In the next moment, it pierced through Danzo’s already tainted heart.
Blood is like a strange black flower blooming in hell.
Blooming beautifully in the cold air.
shocking.
Any powerful forbidden technique has a heavy price to pay and an insurmountable limit.
Even if Izanagi could briefly warp reality and play with life and death.
In the end, he could not resist the true power that came from the depths of his soul.
What is more, it is impossible to erase the irreconcilable determination for revenge.
When Danzo exhausted all the Sharingan transplanted on his right arm.
When the last scarlet eye completely lost its luster.
His strange ability that was almost “immortal” also disappeared and ceased to exist.
The judgment of fate will eventually come.
The last moment of life.
Danzo’s old face was covered with traces of time and conspiracy.
Still filled with strong resentment.
And a touch of madness bordering on insanity.
He roared and tried to activate the last resort he had prepared long ago – the Four Symbols Seal.
He wanted to drag Uchiha Sasuke, his greatest threat, into eternal darkness and nothingness with himself.
He attempted to completely wipe out the last remnant of the Uchiha clan.
However, his body had already been severely injured and exhausted.
It can no longer support the huge amount of chakra required for such a large and complex forbidden technique.
His outstretched hand dropped limply.
Even at the end of his life, this shrewd and scheming conspirator who had played power games all his life.
Still full of malicious calculations.
He tried to drag his enemies to death with him and bury them with him for his own ambitions.
However, the law of karma is undeniable.
Evil will be punished, and it will never be late.
His final and most vicious conspiracy ultimately failed.
Leaving only a look full of regret and despair.
Countless ninjas gathered in various places, watching this shocking showdown on the sky in various ways.
In Konoha Village, Uzumaki Naruto stared blankly at the scene on the sky where Sasuke successfully killed his enemy.
His mood at this moment was extremely complicated and difficult to describe in words.
He felt an indescribable sense of relief that Sasuke was finally able to avenge his great hatred.
Yet, he felt deep sorrow and sympathy for the extremely tragic fate of the Uchiha clan.
And in another unknown dimension.
Itachi Uchiha’s slightly illusory soul figure was quietly watching everything happening before his eyes.
Those eyes that were once filled with endless pain, struggle and deep despair.
At this moment, all the burdens were finally put down, and a look of relief appeared on his face.
This continued the blood feud and grudges between two generations.
Finally, it came to a bloody and thorough end in the most tragic way at the hands of Uchiha Sasuke.
Perhaps at this moment, the countless souls of the Uchiha clan can finally find some true rest.
In the world of Fights Break Sphere, in the inner courtyard of Canaan Academy.
In a quiet room, Xiao Yan was also looking up at the sky.
He looked at the boy of the same age as himself in the picture, Uchiha Sasuke, and his act of revenge that was full of determination and madness.
His heart was filled with emotion and his thoughts were churning.
He himself also once bore the deep hatred of his family being forcibly destroyed and his relatives being separated.
He understood better than anyone the hardships, loneliness and endless pain of the road to revenge.
Sasuke’s successful revenge may bring relief to those who are also struggling in the quagmire of revenge.
Bringing a faint but precious ray of hope.
In the perfect world, above the vast and boundless imperial pass.
The war continues and the murderous aura is overwhelming.
Shi Hao stood on the top of the city wall, looking calmly at the tragic final end of Danzo in the sky.
In his eyes, which were as deep and vast as the starry sky, there was not a trace of pity or sympathy.
For this kind of thing that is done to satisfy one’s own dirty and twisted personal ambitions.
He is a heinous person who is willing to kill innocent lives and whose hands are stained with countless blood.
He believed that death was the only fair outcome his crime deserved.
This is also the best and most direct consolation to the innocent souls who have passed away.
Sin must be washed away by death.
Chapter 8: Danzo GG, the Root Organization is disbanded! Will Konoha Village finally usher in true light? (Old version)
Danzo’s wounded body was cold and finally completely silent.
The Root, a huge and dark underground organization he founded and ruled with an iron fist.
It’s like a giant tree that has lost its backbone and can no longer stand upright.
It begins to fall apart irrevocably and quickly, rather than slowly.
“[The dark roots that supported Konoha’s towering tree, once thought to be indestructible, are now completely rotten and broken.]”
“[Danzo’s death not only ended his sinful life, but also did not extinguish the light of Konoha. Instead, it brought Konoha Village a precious opportunity for deep reflection and radical change.]”
The scene changes within the screen.
Without Danzo’s unquestionable absolute rule, the members of the Root organization were like useless pieces scattered outside the chessboard.
They are completely leaderless and their future is bleak.
Some of them had confused expressions on their faces, not knowing where to go tomorrow.
They got used to following instructions in the dark, but lost the ability to walk independently.
Others, because of long-term repression that has nowhere to vent, suddenly explode the moment the restraints are released.
They try to break free from the shackles of the past that have been engraved in their bones, and long to embrace the freedom they have never experienced before.
Some others are like residual cancer lurking deeper within Konoha.
Still lurking in an unknown dark corner, waiting for the opportunity to stir up trouble again.
The sky curtain shifted again, showing a more profound impact.
After the dust settled from the tragic Fourth Shinobi World War, and in the hard-won peace era of Konoha Village.
The picture clearly shows how Konoha learned from its mistakes and began to face up to the unforgivable mistakes made by the Root organization in secret.
And we must resolutely and decisively embark on a profound reform from the inside out, rather than just doing it half-heartedly.
The village’s top leaders and ordinary ninjas all began to re-examine the true meaning of ninjas’ existence.
They vigorously explored the true meaning of the long-standing “Will of Fire” instead of sticking to old conventions.
“[The Will of Fire, passed down by the ancestors of Konoha Village through bloody battles, should never, and must never, be built on the endless growth of darkness and countless meaningless and cold sacrifices.]”
“[The extreme ideology of using any means necessary, even sacrificing one’s companions, for the so-called ‘village cause’ and the illusory ‘peace’, will ultimately only be like a leech on the tarsal bone, breeding more chains of hatred and endless suffering.]”
“[True light can never thrive in the barren and toxic soil of darkness; it will only become distorted.]”
Only by thoroughly eradicating those long-rotten roots and severing the source of all shadows can the warm sunlight truly shine upon this troubled land, rather than merely illuminating it briefly.
The village is now in a state of disrepair.
After the devastating smoke of the Fourth Shinobi World War cleared, Hatake Kakashi, the former copy ninja, was appointed to take over the position of the Sixth Hokage.
The future of the entire village is carried on his shoulders.
He knew better than anyone how complex and shocking the problems left behind by the Root Organization were.
Therefore, he made eliminating its remaining influence within Konoha Village his top priority.
He devoted all his energy to trying to heal the huge trauma brought by the war and comfort every frightened heart of the people.
He was committed to rebuilding the trust that had almost been exhausted among the ninja, rather than allowing suspicion to grow.
With firm steps, he led the devastated Konoha towards a brighter, more stable and more promising peaceful future.
“[He had personally experienced unforgettable darkness and was deeply lost in the hatred of losing his best friend.]”
“[Therefore, he longed for the hard-earned true peace rather than false prosperity more than anyone else.]”
He sincerely hoped that Konoha could completely step out of the heavy shadow of the past, learn lessons from the bloodshed, and usher in a new era without groundless suspicion and unnecessary sacrifice, an era where everyone could bask in the sunshine.
In the world of One Piece, the headquarters of the Revolutionary Army, Baldigo, the White Earth Island.
The wind was howling and yellow sand was filling the sky.
Monkey D. Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, stood on the cliff wearing a dark green cloak.
He gazed at the changes in Konoha Village after the pain in the sky, and his deep and bottomless eyes flashed with a sharp light of thought.
“[The ultimate goal of the revolutionary army he leads is to completely overthrow the corrupt and oppressive World Government and establish a new world that is more just and free, where everyone can make their voice heard.]”
“[The Leaf Village’s profound reflection and difficult transformation after the destruction of the massive cancer known as the Root Organization clearly showed him the crucial yet often overlooked step after overthrowing the old, corrupt order: how to establish a truly healthy, sustainable new system, and how to avoid repeating the fate of those forces of the past.]”
The corner of Long’s mouth curled up into a meaningful arc.
This undoubtedly has great implications for his future path.
In the Star Change World, the mortal world, inside Leiwei Villa.
Qin Yu, the former prince of a royal palace and now a rising star in the cultivation world, was also quietly watching the sky.
He watched the Konoha Village re-examining and fiercely debating its own organizational philosophy under the sky, his eyes showing approval, and nodded slightly.
“[He understood better than many that an organization, no matter how large it is, an empire or as small as a family, needs a correct and firm philosophy to guide its healthy development and support its continuous progress.]”
“If the direction of progress is wrong from the outset, then even the most powerful force and the most sophisticated calculations will inevitably lead to collapse and destruction, like a castle on the beach.”
“The demise of the Root organization and the subsequent destruction of Konoha Village is a profound lesson that should serve as a warning to all those in power, not just a story.”
Qin Yu’s gaze seemed to become more determined because of this.
He understood that his own path also needed to be guided by correct beliefs.
Chapter 9: The Root Organization’s Inventory Concludes! Is It the Dark Knight or a Terrorist? The Audience in the World Goes Crazy! (Old Version)
Above the sky, the picture finally froze.
They were cold, expressionless masks.
These masks were made of unknown materials and were a dead white.
They obscure the five senses and the human heart.
Like a concrete symbol of the souls of the root organization members.
It was filled with a tool-like dead silence that was chilling.
Behind every mask, there was once a living person, but now only absolute obedience remains.
[The Root Organization, they use the most extreme, even cruel, methods to protect the great tree called “Konoha” in their hearts.][They are executioners hidden in the light, their hands stained with blood that cannot be washed away.][They are the masterminds behind the conspiracy and manipulation of others’ fate in the shadows.][But it is undeniable that in some dark moments when Konoha’s survival was at stake, in those dirty tasks that no one was willing to dirty their hands, they became a “necessary evil” that Konoha had to exist in order to maintain a minimum level of stability and order.]This “necessity” comes at a heavy price.
[The loyalty and strength of its members are unquestionable, and no one can deny this.][They would sacrifice their lives, even their souls, without hesitation for every order given by Danzo.]This kind of devotion, almost blind, is shocking.
[However, the organization’s ideology is rooted in darkness and distortion, and the cruel and bloody means it uses to achieve its so-called “noble” goals doom it to not exist in the sunlight for long.]【When the sun shines, shadows cannot hide.】
The very existence of the Root Organization, and its eventual destruction at the hands of the Hokage himself, sparked a profound discussion and heated debate across the universe about what true protection is, and whether any means are justifiable in order to achieve a goal.
[The powerful, wise, and rulers of countless worlds are asking themselves: where is the moral bottom line they uphold?][In order to protect something important, is it really okay to trample on everything? ]Where is the limit for sacrificing the minority to preserve the majority?
The words on the sky, like the passing time, were once clear, but now they are slowly fading away.
The light and shadow change with a hint of determination.
In the end, only the line of golden characters that once shook the heavens and attracted the attention of countless creatures remained.
This line of words also began to fade gradually, and the light on it dimmed little by little.
In the end, it disappeared as if it had never appeared.
Nothingness replaced existence.
Then, new announcements emerged.
The font is still majestic and carries unquestionable authority.
[TOP10——Root Organization, Inventory Ends! ]This line of handwriting announced the end of a chapter.
With the final announcement on the sky, the evaluation of the Root Organization by all the heavens and worlds has not yet been settled.
Instead, it was completely plunged into an even noisier and more intense debate.
Countless opinions collide and countless ideas clash.
Some people despise the cruelty of their methods.
There are those who understand his painstaking efforts.
Some people are silent about its existence, believing that it is just an inevitable product of a specific environment.
How should merits and demerits be judged in the long course of history?
How to measure good and evil under different standards?
How to distinguish between light and darkness in a complex reality?
[From different standpoints and perspectives, it is often difficult to make a simple and absolute definition.]The existence of the root organization is like a deep mirror, clearly reflecting the understanding and bottom line of the word “protection” in different worlds, civilizations, and individuals.
This mirror reflects many hidden truths.
The sunlight penetrates the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows.
However, many ninjas who had experienced the dark rule of the Root organization did not feel any warmth in their hearts at this moment.
They fell into deep thought.
The revelation of the sky was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts.
They began to reflect on the ninja way they had always adhered to.
Think about whether you can really sacrifice everything for the peace and tranquility of the village.
Including the conscience that I once thought could never be abandoned.
Including the basic human nature that makes us human.
Tsunade clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. She thought of Jiraiya and her deceased companions.
Kakashi’s eyes were complicated. He used to be an Anbu and was no stranger to darkness, but the actions of the Root still exceeded his understanding.
The demise of the Root organization and the death of its leader, Danzo Shimura, undoubtedly sounded a wake-up call for them and the entire Konoha.
[A long and heavy alarm bell.][True strength may not come from the cold power of darkness, nor from cold calculations that use any means necessary.][It comes from the inner brightness and perseverance, and from the most basic respect and awe for life.]This light seems particularly precious at this moment.
A world under one person, on the top of Mount Longhu.
Surrounded by clouds and mist, it looks like a fairyland.
Feng Baobao tilted her head as she watched the sky gradually disappear until it was empty.
Her clear eyes were now filled with pure doubt.
She turned to Zhang Chulan beside her.
“Old Wang.”
Her voice was the same as always, with that uniquely silly tone.
“Are they good guys or bad guys?”
“The baby can’t understand.”
Her little head couldn’t comprehend such a complex existence.
[For Feng Baobao, whose mind was simple and almost blank, the extreme complexity and deep darkness represented by the Root Organization far exceeded her comprehension.]This world, and all that is revealed in the universe, is far more complex and elusive than she could perceive through her instincts.
[For her, good and bad should be clearly distinguished.]Zhang Chulan opened his mouth, but found it difficult to explain to the baby with a simple “good” or “bad”.
He could only rub her hair helplessly.
“Awu, many things in this world are not that simple.”
The baby seemed to understand this explanation but not quite.
Chapter 10: The World Government’s Lackey? The Marine Headquarters Appears! Justice or Hypocrisy? (Old Version)
Above the sky, thousands of golden lights surged, as if billions of stars gathered together and finally condensed into a dazzling ball of light that could not be looked directly at.
This ball of light released an indescribable pressure.
Follow closely behind.
A burst of passionate and loud trumpet sounds that pierced the sky, like the first thunder at the creation of the world, resounding in every corner of the heavens and the world.
Shock the world.
Countless creatures’ souls trembled at this sound.
A golden light and an extremely grand title once again appeared in the eyes of countless creatures like a brand.
Every word contains great power.
A subtitle filled with the atmosphere of iron, blood and order, solemnity and majesty, suddenly appeared.
Each stroke seems to be cast from steel.
[TOP9: The last line of defense for maintaining world peace and implementing absolute justice – Navy Headquarters! ]The subtitle is shocking.
A powerful aura as vast as the ocean and as majestic as the sea of stars, wrapped in an extremely strict sense of order, instantly came towards you.
This momentum made countless strong men hold their breath.
It seemed as if countless warriors wearing pure white robes of justice were standing in every corner of every world, shouting loudly.
Their voices merged into a torrent, declaring their unquestionable determination.
The sky changes.
A picture of extreme grandeur came into the eyes of all living beings.
A huge sea fortress, Marinford, stands ferociously and majestically on the boundless ocean like an ancient steel behemoth.
It appeared in the vision of all the heavens and worlds.
The fortress is completely white, with cannon muzzles everywhere, exuding a cold and hard aura, as if it has remained unchanged for eternity.
Countless soldiers in uniform pure white naval uniforms with blue edges were like a torrent of steel made up of the most sophisticated machine parts.
They held all kinds of shiny guns and cannons, with stern faces, solemn expressions, sharp eyes, and were ready for battle.
Every soldier exudes the iron-blooded aura of surviving hundreds of battles.
Their ranks were in perfect alignment, and their silence contained explosive power.
At the forefront of countless naval soldiers were three majestic figures that looked like gods descending from the heavens.
They just stood there calmly.
The pressure that naturally emanated from his body made countless people who claimed to be strong feel palpitations and feel their own insignificance.
That was a terrifying pressure that came from absolute confidence in one’s own strength.
The three admirals of the navy!
A man with a burly figure and a stern face, emitting a hot breath like lava.
A man with a lazy look, but eyes as sharp as ice, and a bone-chilling coldness all over his body.
One of them had an unfathomable smile on his face, and light danced at his fingertips, making it hard to grasp.
And behind them, on a higher level podium.
A man wearing a pure white cloak with the word “Justice” embroidered on the back, with eyes as sharp as a hawk and a majestic look without even being angry, sat in the center.
He is the supreme commander of this enormous force that is powerful enough to overturn the world – the Admiral of the Navy!
His eyes were deep, as if they carried the weight of the world, and seemed to see through everything.
He stared ahead silently, but seemed to be in control of everything.
Behind them, at the highest point of the fortress.
An extremely large flag embroidered with two eye-catching black characters fluttered in the fierce sea breeze.
“justice”!
The two words were powerful and forceful, carrying unquestionable conviction, as if they were showing the organization’s position and determination to the heavens and all worlds.
It is telling the whole world that their existence is to protect a certain inviolable order.
The world of One Piece, Grand Line, New World.
The sun scorched the sea and the waves were rough.
Countless pirates are chasing their dreams on the sea, or in other words, chasing wealth and power.
Whether it is the four emperors who are notorious and dominate their own side in the New World.
Or those new pirates who have just set sail, full of ambition and confusion.
When they saw the familiar Marine Headquarters, Marinford, appear in the sky.
And the huge “justice” flag that covered the sky.
There were different expressions on their faces.
Some people’s eyes suddenly became solemn, as if facing a great enemy.
Some of them had an undisguised look of disdain and mockery on their lips.
For these pirates, freedom is their life.
The navy is the biggest reef on their voyage.
It is the sword hanging over their heads when they act recklessly.
It is the shackles of freedom that they most desire to break in their dreams.
It is an oppressive rule that they see as something that must be overthrown.
It is the biggest threat to their survival and their sworn enemy.
“Navy Headquarters…”
On a certain gloomy island, a pirate captain with a terrifying reputation opened his huge mouth that was enough to scare a child to tears, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes.
“Humph, they are just a bunch of hypocritical lackeys.”
In another sea area, on a new pirate ship that had just dodged a naval patrol ship, the young captain tightly gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist, sweat oozing from his palms.
The scene on the sky made him feel unprecedented pressure.
And at the same time.
There are naval branches all over the world and countless naval soldiers.
When they saw the picture in the sky that symbolized their glory and faith.
See the three legendary generals.
See the marshal sitting in the center.
See the big flag of “justice” fluttering in the wind.
He was instantly excited, and the blood in his body seemed to be burning and boiling.
“For justice!”
“Justice will prevail!”
The roar was like a tsunami, and it rang out simultaneously in countless naval bases around the world.
They held their weapons high, their eyes filled with infinite respect and pride for the Navy Headquarters.
That is the holy land of their dreams.
That is the pillar of their strength.
For those pirates who pursue freedom and endless treasure their entire lives, the navy is the most insurmountable obstacle on their journey and a ruling force that they believe must be completely defeated.
For the countless naval personnel who fight day and night to maintain world peace and protect innocent civilians, Naval Headquarters is the ultimate destination of their unwavering faith, the source of their inexhaustible strength, and the lofty goal and symbol of glory to which they are willing to dedicate their lives.
[Different standpoints and perspectives, the boundary between justice and evil is like the ocean, ever-changing and difficult to define.]In the world of Naruto, the five major countries each have their own shadow conference room.
Tsunade is the Hokage of Konoha, Gaara is the Kazekage of Sunagakure, Ai is the Raikage of Kumogakure, Ōnoki is the Tsuchikage of Iwagakure, and Mei Terumi is the Mizukage of Kirigakure.
The shadows of the five major countries and their respective top think tank members.
At this moment, everyone put down the things in their hands temporarily.
Without exception, their eyes were focused on the sky.
Looking at the Marine Headquarters, which is so organized that it is suffocating and so large that it can make any ninja village ashamed.
Look at the tens of thousands of well-disciplined and well-equipped naval soldiers.
Looking at the three generals whose auras were as terrifying as the abyss.
These people who stood at the pinnacle of power in the ninja world all had expressions of deep concern, even solemnity, on their faces.
This is a highly organized, militarized machine of violence with a clear and unified belief.
It demonstrates terrifying efficiency and strong execution.
This made those in power, who were used to working in villages and sometimes cooperating and sometimes having friction, feel an indescribable sense of vigilance and deep thought.
“Such a large army, and so united in its beliefs.”
Tsunade frowned slightly. She thought of Konoha and the Root organization that Tianmu had revealed not long ago.
What Danzo pursues seems to be an ultimate order and power.
However, the “justice” displayed by the Marine Headquarters is fundamentally different from Danzo’s “protection”.
At least, the “justice” of the Navy Headquarters is so clear and so open.
A gleam of light flashed in Ohnoki’s old eyes: “This fighting power is probably enough to easily wipe out any big country.”
Although the other shadows didn’t speak, the recognition in their eyes was self-evident.
This organizational model, capable of highly integrating such vast human and material resources to form an invincible and powerful fighting force, is of great reference value to any ruler who desires to maintain his or her rule and enhance his or her power.
How to effectively control and utilize this terrifying machine of violence, while preventing it from backfiring on them, is a major issue that those at the pinnacle of power need to begin seriously considering immediately.
[After all, absolute power, without corresponding restraint and correct guidance, will often lead to destruction.]In a spacious and bright conference room, the atmosphere was somewhat quiet.
The top executives of Nadutong, including the general manager Xu Xiang, were all staring at the sky silently.
Looking at the Navy Headquarters that looked like a steel city in the sky.
Look at those naval soldiers who are well-organized and acting in a highly unified manner.
And the breathtakingly powerful action and deterrence it demonstrates as a whole.
These company executives who were responsible for dealing with various troubles in the alien world could not help but fall into a state of deep thought.
Although they are “well-connected”, they also possess considerable strength.
In the world of extraordinary people, it is also a force that cannot be ignored.
And in the society of ordinary people, it also has official background and support.
But in terms of the sheer scale of the organization, the degree of militarization, the resources that can be mobilized and the overall efficiency demonstrated.
Compared with the national-level violent organization called “Navy Headquarters” in the sky.
It seems that there is still a very obvious gap.
“This scale, this discipline…”
A branch manager muttered to himself, with a hint of shock in his eyes.
Xu Xiang tapped the table lightly with his fingers, his eyes deep.
He thought more.
How should the “absolute justice” of the Navy Headquarters be applied in the alien world, where black and white are often not so clear and are full of various unspoken rules and gray areas?
In other words, is there anything in common between the “stability” pursued by Nadutong and this “absolute justice”?
They began to think deeply about how to further optimize their organization’s internal operating model while maintaining the delicate balance of the existing alien world and ensuring overall social stability.
How to improve the coordination efficiency between departments and how to enhance the execution capabilities of grassroots personnel.
[In order to better cope with the more complex and difficult challenges that may arise in the future and are hidden beneath the undercurrent.][Every time the sky is revealed, it is a warning and an opportunity to learn for them.]Chapter 11: The Three Generals = Mobile Disaster! Aokiji, the Frozen Aokiji, the Speedy Yellow Monkey, and Akainu, the Mad Magma Dog (Old Version)
Above the sky, light and shadow converge.
The picture suddenly came into focus.
The camera was fixed on the three figures at the Marine Headquarters.
They stood like ancient demons.
The three admirals of the navy.
Their arrival seemed to dim the color of the sky.
An indescribable feeling of suffocation and oppression, like a tangible tide, instantly swept across the heavens and all worlds.
Every corner and every living being felt the heaviness of this force.
[They are the world government’s sharpest butcher knife.][It is the ultimate barrier to maintain the so-called world order. ][It is also a synonym for terror that terrifies countless pirates who roam the seas wantonly, making them turn pale at the mere mention of it and tremble in fear at the mere thought of it.]The first thing that caught the eyes of all living beings was an unusually tall man.
His face was stern and his features were sharply defined.
He wears a pure white cloak of justice that symbolizes his status as a navy admiral.
The cloak fluttered in the wind without any wind.
Deep in his eyes, there was a barely perceptible trace of laziness.
As if he was indifferent to everything around him.
However, at the moment he slowly raised his arm.
An extremely cold aura swept across the entire world without any warning.
**Aokiji Kuzan.**
**User of the Ice Fruit ability.**
In the sky picture, he just waved his hand casually.
A deep blue cold current, clearly visible to the naked eye, spread madly in all directions at a speed beyond visual capture.
In just a breath, the vast sea area of thousands of miles was transformed into a dead ice field.
The rolling waves solidified as they surged, forming all sorts of bizarre ice sculptures.
Countless huge warships, along with the wailing sounds on board, were frozen in the thick ice.
In this small area, time seemed to be forcibly paused.
All life came to an abrupt end.
[The vast range of its influence and the terrifying destructive power of its abilities simply terrify all observers from all realms.][A single “Ice Age” attack can easily and completely change the landscape and ecology of a vibrant ocean area.][Countless lives were dragged into eternal icy sleep in an instant.]This power, which is almost like a word coming true, and can bring about natural disasters with a wave of the hand, makes every living being who sees it tremble and fear from the depths of their soul.
Following Aokiji, a man in a yellow and black striped suit appeared in the sky.
He wore a pair of round-frame sunglasses and always had an unpredictable, slightly cynical smile on his lips.
His whole posture looked a little lazy.
Even a bit frivolous.
But when his body suddenly burst out with extremely dazzling golden light and turned into a beam of light that could not be looked directly at.
All the viewers were suddenly shocked to realize what kind of despairing speed this man had.
What a devastating force.
**Kizaru Borsalino.**
**User of the Pikachu-Pikachu Fruit.**
In the picture, he is the embodiment of true light.
Leaving golden trails of destruction across the sky.
Every flash spans a distance that is unimaginable to ordinary people.
He raised his leg and kicked out at the speed of light, each time accompanied by a blinding light.
And a terrifying impact force that is enough to crack the earth.
Where the attack landed, the earth and rocks collapsed, as if small meteorites were falling one after another.
The aftermath alone is enough to easily flatten a solid island.
Beneath his seemingly casual attitude lies an extreme speed capable of destroying everything within his sight.
The old adage “speed is weight” is perfectly and violently illustrated in him.
[No living creature could catch the trace of his movement.][Moreover, no existence can directly withstand the terrifying blow of his light-speed impact.][He is like a divine messenger walking in the human world, able to bring down an inescapable destructive judgment on any target at any time and in any place.]The last admiral to appear had eyes as sharp as an eagle.
His face is as strong as a rock.
His entire body exuded a scorching heat that was powerful enough to distort light.
Just standing there made the air around him evaporate violently.
He clenched his fists.
The red, boiling magma, like a living poisonous snake, slowly flowed over his arm, making a terrifying “sizzling” sound.
The surrounding space was obviously distorted due to the extremely high temperature.
**Akainu Sakaski.**
**User with the ability of Magma Fruit.**
In the picture, he seemed to be filled with endless anger, and suddenly swung his burning fist.
The terrifying magma that could destroy the world was like a volcano that had been accumulating for thousands of years and suddenly erupted, sweeping forward.
Wherever the magma torrent passes, all matter is instantly burned, melted, and eventually turned into nothingness.
Whether it is a hard steel fortress or a thick layer of granite, in front of his magma, they all seem more fragile than thin paper.
[His pure aggressiveness and destructive power are undoubtedly the most extreme and unyielding among the three admirals of the navy.][What he upholds is the extremely cold and cruel “complete justice.”]In his view, all beings that pose a potential threat to the World Government, all those he considers “evil,” must be ruthlessly and completely eliminated.
[His magma is the world-destroying crimson lotus fire. Wherever it sweeps, all life is annihilated, leaving only a charred earth of despair.][He is simply a super volcano that can walk freely. The energy contained in his body can erupt at any time and turn everything around him into a scorched earth.]The terrifying power they each displayed, which was enough to easily destroy a country and change the landscape, was like three pitch-black, topless demonic mountains.
It hangs heavy before countless self-important powerful people in the heavens and all realms.
They clearly felt a strong suffocation as if the end of the world had suddenly arrived.
A trembling sense of oppression that comes from the depths of the soul.
The world of One Piece, the Grand Line.
On a certain sea area, several pirate ships of different styles are breaking through the waves.
On the deck, there are the supernovas who once made a great name for themselves in the New World and were known as the “Evil Generation”.
At this moment, everyone looked up at the scene in the sky.
Watching the three naval admirals in the sky displaying terrifying power that could destroy the world.
Many of them looked extremely ugly.
There were even beads of cold sweat on his forehead.
Many people unconsciously clenched their fists.
Or hold down your weapon.
The body trembled slightly.
That was the painful memory of the time when they were still relatively weak and encountered the admiral of the navy and were dominated by that absolute power.
Like the deepest nightmare, it surged out uncontrollably from the depths of memory.
That overwhelming despair.
The kind of helplessness that can’t be escaped no matter how hard you struggle.
It is the scar in their hearts that they are most reluctant to touch.
[The experience of being hunted like an ant by the admiral, and even escaping death, has become a mark deeply engraved in their souls.]The feeling of powerlessness, as if facing a devastating natural disaster alone, with no glimmer of hope, made them realize with great clarity.
[There’s still a huge gap between me and those monsters who truly stand at the top of the world, a gap that’s almost impossible to bridge with effort.]In the world of Fights Break Sphere, Zhongzhou.
Inside a cave filled with rich spiritual energy.
Xiao Yan sat cross-legged, flames rising around him, and was concentrating on practicing.
The unusual movement of the sky woke him up from his cultivation.
When he saw the power displayed by the three admirals.
His dark pupils suddenly shrank like needles.
His originally calm expression suddenly became extremely solemn.
My breathing became stagnant.
[With his current strength at the peak of Dou Zun, he is about to touch the threshold of Semi-Saint.]He could sense with extraordinary clarity the vast and terrifying energy fluctuations contained within the three figures in the sky.
He quickly judged in his mind that the individual strength of these three people was probably no less than that of a peak Dou Zong, and even infinitely close to the destructive power of a Dou Sheng.
[These three terrifying beings are actually just high-ranking generals in the organization called “Navy Headquarters.”][This realization gave Xiao Yan a more shocking and profound assessment of the overall strength of the unknown organization, the “Navy Headquarters.”][It also made him feel even more apprehensive about the future of the heavens.]On the broken walls, the young Shi Hao was bathed in blood and fire, standing alone on the battlefield.
He glanced at the devastating display of the three admirals of the navy on the sky.
He just curled his lips indifferently.
Yingwu’s face did not show much surprise or shock.
His eyes remained calm.
[In his long and brutal combat career, he had long been accustomed to all kinds of earth-shattering scenes.]In his opinion, the abilities displayed by the three people in the sky, while seemingly grand and magnificent, possessed extremely powerful direct destructive power.
[But its essence still remains at the level of applying “techniques,” a superficial manipulation of the laws of heaven and earth.]Compared to what he pursued, the ultimate truth of breaking free from shackles, unifying all things, proving the Dao with strength, achieving immortality of the flesh, and pursuing the origin of the Dao.
[After all, it still seems a bit fancy and inferior, failing to touch the true core of power.]Chapter 12: The Iron Fist of Justice? The Demon Slayer Order is launched, O’Hara disappears from the map, and the truth is buried forever! (Old Version)
On the sky, the Navy Headquarters was once a monument to order.
Its power is enough to shock the world.
At this moment, the symbolism tears apart the disguise.
The means of maintaining “justice” are ruthless and extreme.
The cruel nature is obvious.
——Demon-slaying order!
The name itself is full of blood.
The order was given, cold and decisive.
The shadow of death looms, reaping the unsuspecting souls.
Innocent lives are fragile and can be easily destroyed.
All the creatures in heaven who witnessed this felt a chill run down their spines.
【Demon Slayer Order.】
[Once this order is issued, it will be a clarion call of destruction.]【Endless despair devours all light.】
[Ten pitch-black warships, their steel bodies revealed a ferocious appearance, their guns already opened.][Five vice admirals looked indifferent as they personally supervised the battle, their eyes devoid of any emotion.][The target area will be subjected to indiscriminate saturation bombardment.]【The artillery fire washed over the ground, turning everything into charcoal.】
【There is only one purpose, to bring pure terror and end.】
【Erase the target area completely from the world.】
[Leaving no evidence or fragments of existence.][Memory and history, both trying to burn together.]The picture flows.
An island quietly appeared in everyone’s sight.
It has beautiful scenery and lush green vegetation.
A place full of vitality.
This is O’Hara.
An island of scholars renowned for its wisdom.
The scholars on the island buried themselves in the classics and studied them for their entire lives.
They are exploring the context of history.
The only wish is to uncover the “blank century” of history that was deliberately covered up by the world government.
The truth is their lifelong pursuit.
However, this is pure desire for knowledge.
This stubborn adherence to historical truth.
In the eyes of the World Government, it has become a deadly threat that shakes the foundation of its rule.
Hidden dangers that must be eliminated.
A cold order was issued from the highest level of the World Government.
The Navy Headquarters, this huge war machine, did not hesitate at all.
They faithfully carried out this inhumane order.
The scene in the sky was completely dyed red by the ruthless artillery fire.
Within the field of vision, a sea of fire was raging.
Ten huge naval warships, transformed into steel disaster spreaders.
Their ferocious muzzles flashed with the light of destruction.
Countless shells, trailing long tails of flame, poured down on the lush land of O’Hara like a rainstorm.
The explosions came one after another, shaking the sky.
The flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the clouds red.
The once beautiful island was transformed into a charred hell on earth in a short period of time.
Countless unarmed scholars, how innocent they are.
In the last moments of their lives, they still held tightly in their arms the books that recorded the historical truth.
That is the hard work they have devoted their lives to.
The flames of despair licked their flesh mercilessly.
They let out helpless howls in the sea of fire, their voices shrill and short.
In the end, these souls pursuing knowledge, along with the countless books they cherished, were buried in this man-made flame.
The historical truth they had been searching for all their lives seemed to have been completely destroyed along with this island of wisdom.
Permanently suppressed by the world government in the most brutal way.
Trying to sink it into the darkness of oblivion forever.
The so-called “absolute justice” seems incredibly ironic standing on the charred ruins of O’Hara.
【It no longer possesses any sacred aura.】
[Instead, it exudes a chilling coldness and cruelty.][In order to maintain the seemingly indestructible, but in fact cracked, rule.]The World Government and the Marine Headquarters actually resorted to such extreme and bloody measures.
[An innocent island full of intelligent creatures was uprooted and turned into a dead place.][Countless souls who longed to explore the truth of history were ruthlessly wiped out, leaving no trace of their bodies.][This coldness without the slightest hesitation.][This is a determination that leaves no room for debate.][The countless beings in the heavens and myriad worlds who witnessed this through the sky felt a shudder from the depths of their souls.][A chill spreads throughout the body.]A remote area of sea far from the main shipping lanes.
Nico Robin was alone, staring at the sky quietly.
Her heart tightened as she watched every frame of O’Hara’s destruction.
That was once her home, but now only flames and debris remained.
Her petite body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.
The fingertips were cold and a tingling sensation spread.
Tears rolled down uncontrollably from her beautiful blue eyes.
Drop after drop, it hit the wooden board beneath him.
The scene that seemed like a replay of the end of the world was like a key that unlocked the darkest memory deep in her heart that had been buried for a long time but had never faded.
That was a pain and scar that she could never erase, and never wanted to erase, in her life.
It gnawed at her soul day and night.
[O’Hara’s destruction is a bloody scar in Nico Robin’s heart that will never heal.][In that devastating disaster, she was the only survivor under the fire of the Demon Slayer Order.]She had witnessed countless scholars, whom she cherished like family members, perishing in despair in the flames.
She had witnessed with her own eyes the magnificent library, which held the historical truth of an era, being reduced to smithereens by merciless artillery fire.
The immense sorrow of losing all those close to you.
The overwhelming anger of seeing history being cruelly covered up by powerful forces.
[It had long since transformed into unforgettable hatred and sorrow, deeply ingrained into her blood and soul.][This extremely heavy emotion will always spur her on.][To pursue the true freedom that is out of reach but must be touched. ][To seek the true justice that is buried by power but must be made public.]In Konoha Village, deep in a dark underground base unknown to outsiders.
The air was filled with constant dampness and oppression.
Shimura Dan sat upright in the darkness, his figure hidden.
His only remaining eye was now flashing with a chilling light that made one’s heart tremble.
His gaze was fixed on the decisive and brutal actions of the Marine Headquarters in the sky.
The flames rising from O’Hara Island cast eerie flickering shadows on his expressionless face.
The corners of his mouth, which were wrapped in layers of bandages, curled up in an almost imperceptible arc.
It was a trace of approval from the heart, cold and pure.
[In his deeply rooted and rock-solid philosophy, in order to maintain necessary order and absolute stability.]【Any sacrifice is worthwhile, even necessary. 】
[Taking some drastic and ruthless measures is absolutely justified and beyond reproach.]Those scholars of O’Hara foolishly tried to dig up so-called forbidden history.
This behavior has undoubtedly touched the cornerstone of the world government’s rule and poses an intolerable threat.
[So, from the highest perspective of maintaining “overall stability,” perhaps it wouldn’t be wrong to completely wipe it off the map, along with the island.][One could even say it is a necessary evil, a decision made with foresight.][What he believed in deep down was this extreme and cold-blooded philosophy of using any means at any cost to achieve the ultimate goal of “overall stability” and “absolute order.”]Any minor factors that may shake the existing foundation must be ruthlessly eradicated in advance.
【Don’t ask about the process, just look at the results. 】
Stars change the world.
Qianlong Continent, inside a heavily guarded mansion.
Qin Yu stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his sharp eyes piercing through the numerous obstacles and looking at the high sky.
He clearly saw the tragic scenes of O’Hara Island being devoured bit by inch by ruthless artillery fire.
The raging flames made his eyes red.
His handsome brows were involuntarily furrowed into a shape of a “川” (river).
On his resolute face, a clear expression of strong and undisguised disapproval emerged.
There was even a hint of suppressed anger brewing quietly in his deep eyes, about to burst out.
[In his simple and pure understanding, which is always based on his heart, no matter how high-sounding or great the purpose is.]This is a barbaric act of indiscriminately slaughtering innocent and defenseless people.
[This has already strayed far from the “morality” that he understood and was determined to protect throughout his life.]This is completely contrary to the principles of morality.
Is it justifiable to resort to such cruel and inhumane means just to uphold the so-called “justice” that is unilaterally claimed?
[This behavior was very similar to the so-called demonic people he had seen in the past who were bloodthirsty and treated human life as worthless.]What are the essential differences and distinctions?
[In his view, it was nothing more than a more hypocritical atrocity disguised as “justice.”]Chapter 13: The Great Battle of the Century! Marine Headquarters vs. Whitebeard Pirates, the Battle is a Battle of Heaven and Earth, and the Dead Ares Are Everywhere (Old Version)
Above the sky, the picture suddenly changed, presenting an interweaving of extreme grandeur and tragedy.
An icy and murderous aura seemed to penetrate the boundaries of time and space, rushing straight into the faces of every observer.
At this moment, the minds of countless powerful people from different worlds were firmly captured by that scene.
Their consciousness seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, instantly crossing endless time and space.
Returning to the fateful sea that was about to be completely dyed red by the flames of war – Marinford.
“For the public execution of Portgas D. Ace, the sole descendant of Pirate King Gol D. Roger.”
[“To maintain the unshakable and absolute authority of the World Government.”]The determination of the Navy Headquarters turned into a cold declaration, resounding through the sky.
To this end, they exerted almost all the strength they could mobilize.
The navy’s spearhead is aimed directly at the legendary figure known as “the strongest man in the world” – Edward Newgate with Whitebeard.
And behind him is the famous Whitebeard Pirates, which is composed of a group of extremely powerful pirates.
This is destined to be a life-and-death struggle that determines the end of the old era and the beginning of a new era.
A fateful battle where everything is at stake and there is no turning back.
Above the crescent-shaped square of Marinford, the first thing that catches the eye is the endless white wave.
One hundred thousand elite naval troops, each one armed to the teeth, with a stern expression.
They stood like an indestructible Great Wall of steel in front of the execution platform, exuding the cold breath of iron and blood.
The silence contains the terrifying oppression of impending storm.
In their heavily fortified camp, three figures were particularly eye-catching, like three gods suppressing everything.
Just by standing there, they exuded a powerful pressure that was enough to suffocate ordinary strong people and make them tremble with fear.
There are also several top-tier warriors among the Seven Warlords of the Sea (although most of them have different thoughts and ulterior motives at the moment).
And countless battle-hardened naval vice admirals and major generals.
They looked solemn, their eyes sharp as eagles, and were ready for battle.
The air seemed to freeze, and every movement carried a suffocating tension and heaviness.
And directly opposite them, on the sea surface, the waves were surging and turbulent.
Countless pirate ships of various shapes and ferocious appearances are like bloodthirsty beasts awakening from the abyss.
They showed their sharpest fangs without any concealment, exuding a wild and ferocious aura.
Standing firmly on the bow of the flagship, in front of all the pirates, was a figure as majestic as a mountain, intimidating in appearance.
Whitebeard, Edward Newgate.
The huge naginata he held tightly in his hand flashed with a cold light, as if it possessed a terrifying power that could easily split the sky and earth.
His eyes, beneath their calmness, raged like waves that could shake the ocean.
Behind him are sixteen powerful squad captains, each of whom is capable of standing on their own.
There are also tens of thousands of loyal elite pirates from the dangerous waters of the New World.
They were trying to rescue their “Dad” whom they regarded as a father.
In order to recapture their companions who have shared life and death with them.
He let out an angry roar that was enough to crack the sky and shake the heavens.
[“The scale of the forces deployed by both sides is enormous, and the number of top-tier combatants gathered here is terrifying.”]“They have reached a level that is unimaginable to ordinary people and is enough to be recorded in history.”
“This is truly a battle of the century, a showdown that will determine the future of the entire world and the fate of countless lives.”
For the unyielding faith in their hearts.
For the goal that they are determined to achieve at all costs.
The navy and the pirates, these two huge currents representing order and chaos, finally collided violently with each other.
In an instant, a brutal battle broke out that shook the world.
The deafening roar of artillery fire, like the thunder of doomsday, almost tore the sky apart completely.
Countless extremely sharp sword lights and shadows intertwined wildly on the battlefield, weaving into a huge and cold web of death.
Those powerful people who possess all kinds of weird and powerful devil fruit abilities.
He even unscrupulously displayed his terrifying power that was enough to destroy the world.
The extreme cold froze thousands of miles and the sea in an instant.
The dazzling beam of light traveled at a speed that no mortal could catch, piercing through everything.
The boiling magma burned everything like a volcanic eruption and melted steel.
Every collision of top forces seemed to completely tear this vast sea area, along with the islands on it, into nothingness.
Countless streams of bright red, boiling blood gushed out like a torrent bursting through a dam, dyeing the azure sea surface a heart-pounding dark red.
Countless lives were fragile and withered away in an instant on such a cruel battlefield.
The mutilated corpses, like broken rag dolls, floated helplessly in the surging blood-red waves, a shocking sight.
“The scale of this war is far beyond imagination.”
“The brutality of the battle is enough to move even the most hardened heart.”
“The heavy sacrifices have reached a level that is unbearable.”
[“This Battle of Marineford is destined to be remembered forever by countless different worlds in the future.”][“It will be deeply engraved on the cold monument of history, becoming an indelible bloody mark.”]The world of One Piece, the Grand Line, and every corner of the four seas.
Everyone who had experienced that war firsthand.
All those who have heard more or less about the horrors of the Battle of Marineford through various secret channels.
Whether you are in a bustling town or a remote island.
At this moment, when they passed through the sky again, they witnessed with their own eyes the real scene of this shocking battle that was hailed as “changing the world”.
They all clearly felt once again the huge shock that was once deeply rooted in the depths of their souls and almost crushed them.
The indescribable cruelty and tragedy still made them feel cold all over.
It was a bloody war that truly changed a great era.
Countless powerful and famous people fell in that war and turned into the dust of history.
Countless emerging forces have rapidly risen up on the ruins of the old era and are beginning to make their mark.
All of this stems from this earth-shaking and far-reaching war.
[“The outbreak of the Battle of Marineford was like a ruthless hammer, completely shattering the delicate balance that had been maintained between the World Government and the Four Emperors for decades.”]“Whitebeard’s fall is not only the passing of a legendary pirate, but also the end of a magnificent Age of Exploration.”
“At the same time, it also opens a new era that is more chaotic and turbulent, but also full of infinite possibilities and unknown opportunities.”
“Every tiny detail in this war is like an invisible butterfly, quietly fluttering its wings, profoundly influencing the fate of countless people in the future.”
In the world of Fights Break Sphere, there is the deepest part of the soul world that is isolated from the world and is eerie and strange.
Emperor Hun Tian sat high on the throne of bones, gazing with interest at the grand war scene in the sky that looked like the end of the world.
The corners of his pale and handsome mouth curled up into an almost imperceptible cold and cruel arc, and his eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.
[“He was overwhelmed by the fierce clash between such massive forces, unprecedented in scale and bringing together countless powerful individuals.”]“And the unconditional, life-or-death struggles among the strongest individuals, all without reservation, showed a deep interest.”
[“In his cold and ruthless cognition, only those who had experienced such cruel and bloody, purgatory-like trials and screening.”][“Only then can a supreme being, worthy of standing at the summit of the world and overlooking all living beings, truly emerge.”]“The strong prey on the weak, and the fittest survive. This is the most fundamental law of the world.”
In the world of Mortal Cultivation to Immortality, in the human world, somewhere in the deep mountains, there is no one living there.
Inside a cave that is shrouded in numerous restrictive formations and appears to be extremely secretive.
Han Li was sitting cross-legged, with spiritual energy surrounding him. He was at a critical moment of concentrating on cultivation.
At this moment, he also clearly witnessed through the sky the unimaginable scale of the horrific war between the mortal world.
In his deep eyes, a trace of unconcealable surprise and solemnity flashed involuntarily.
“He could hardly imagine a world-destroying war of this scale erupting among immortal cultivators.”
“What kind of horrific scene will that be, with the sky and earth destroyed and the sun and moon extinguished?”
“I’m afraid a true immortal cultivator could easily destroy an entire continent and evaporate billions of lives with just a wave of their hand.”
[“This made his heart, which longed for higher realms and greater strength, even more resolute.”]“Only by possessing absolute strength can one truly control one’s own destiny in this ever-changing, perilous world.”
Chapter 14: The Conscience of the Navy? Hero Garp knocks Roger down with one punch, yet he is content to be the Admiral and slack off! (Old Version)
Above the sky, the smoke of the previous war seemed to have not yet dissipated, and a new golden light had already gathered.
The light was blazing, and eventually condensed into a clear human figure.
An old man with a burly figure appeared under the gaze of countless creatures in the heavens and all realms.
His hair is as white as snow, a sign of the passage of time.
His face has a strange sense of youthfulness, not old age, but rather a childlike charm.
The most eye-catching thing is the bold and uninhibited smile on his face, which seems to infect everyone who sees him.
Time seems to be particularly kind to this old man.
Or perhaps, he himself possesses the power to fight against time.
Although he showed signs of old age on the outside, his shoulders and back were still as straight as a mountain.
A pair of eyes, as sharp as a hawk patrolling the sky, have a deep understanding of the world, but with a hint of playful observation.
Just by placing the pair of iron fists casually, one could feel the explosive power hidden within them, which was powerful enough to collapse mountains and split the earth.
This is not an illusion.
Every inch of muscle and every vein clearly shows the glory and strength he once possessed and has not completely dissipated to this day.
This power does not come from strange energy.
It is the purest physical strength, an ultimate return to nature.
“It’s him.”
“The legendary hero of the navy—Monkey D. Garp.”
On the sky screen, golden narration text emerged, carrying an unquestionable declaration.
“This name, in the vast world of pirates, represents a monument to an era.”
“He repeatedly cornered Gol D. Roger, the ‘Pirate King’ who ushered in the Age of Discovery, the one who was admired by countless pirates and a source of headaches for the World Government.”
“The pursuit between life and death was the norm in their time.”
“In that turbulent era, he was the only man recognized as being on par with the Pirate King.”
[“He even defeated the legendary king head-on several times.”]“This record is enough to make any sailor proud.”
[“It’s enough to terrify any pirate.”]“His strength is like the abyss, its limits difficult for the outside world to truly explore.”
“And yet, this man, possessing the power to rewrite the course of war and even influence the world order, is content to wear only the epaulettes of a vice admiral.”
He gave up a higher position that was within his reach just for a free and easy life.
“This choice, in the eyes of many who seek power, is an incomprehensible waste.”
“But in his own opinion, perhaps this is the most suitable lifestyle for him.”
Old Man Karp was standing on the deck of a warship at this moment.
The sea breeze blew his white hair and cloak of justice.
He looked energetic and not tired at all, but full of energy.
In his hand, there was a huge iron ball that would require the combined efforts of several people to push. However, he waved it with one hand as easily as if it were a child’s toy.
The iron ball spun in his hand, making a series of sounds of breaking through the air.
Yet it seems so effortless.
In the distance, a pirate ship with a ferocious skull flag was sailing against the wind and waves, approaching with great momentum.
Garp’s eyes narrowed.
He flexed his arm muscles and hurled the huge iron ball forward.
The iron ball cut through the sky, carrying the momentum to destroy everything.
Like a meteorite falling from the sky.
“boom!”
The pirate ship, which was coming at full speed, along with the pirates on board, were smashed into pieces the moment they came into contact with the iron ball.
Wood chips flew everywhere.
It instantly turned into wreckage on the sea.
The whole process was neat and smooth, without any drag.
“He never showed mercy to his enemies.”
[“Wherever the iron fist reaches, countless vicious pirates are buried, their souls returning to the cold sea.”]The screen switches again.
The scene is no longer a cruel battlefield.
But it is a warm and sunny island.
Cap faced two little guys with snot running down their noses and big bumps on their heads.
His grandsons Luffy and Ace.
The expression on his face was no longer the cold one he wore when facing his enemies.
Instead, there is a unique warmth mixed with helplessness and concern.
It’s still the Iron Fist.
The educational method known as the “iron fist of love” fell mercilessly on the heads of the two little guys.
The two little guys were beaten black and blue, with tears in their eyes.
But I didn’t dare cry out loud.
“This seemingly crude education is filled with the deepest and most unique care an elder has for his younger generation.”
“He hopes they can grow into real men and face the future on their own.”
In the heavens and the worlds, countless parents saw this scene with different expressions.
Some people frowned, thinking that this method of education was too simple and crude.
Some people smiled knowingly, as if they saw themselves educating their naughty children.
[“His pure physical strength has reached a level that is unimaginable to ordinary people, and even many extraordinary people.”][“This does not rely on any external objects, nor does it rely on energy particles between heaven and earth.”]“With just his well-forged fists, he can unleash destructive power comparable to a natural disaster.”
“A single blow is enough to shake the world, making the earth tremble and the ocean roar.”
[“Ordinary warships are as fragile as paper in front of him. He can easily sink them and send them to the bottom of the sea.”]“Even more terrifying is that he can even use his flesh and blood to resist the various strange and powerful abilities bestowed by those so-called ‘Devil Fruits’.”
[“Whether it’s the elemental transformation of nature, the superhuman ability, or the violent rage of animals, they all seem to retreat before his ultimate physical strength and Armament Haki.”][“This return to nature, developing the body’s potential to its utmost strength, has deeply astonished countless powerful individuals obsessed with energy cultivation and the pursuit of the mysteries of the laws.”][“It turns out that even the most primitive power can reach such awe-inspiring heights.”]In the world of Fights Break Sphere, the deepest part of the soul world.
The light in Emperor Hun Tian’s eyes grew brighter.
He also has great interest in this kind of pure and extreme physical strength.
This is different from the Dou Qi Continent where people rely on Dou Qi to strengthen their bodies.
This person seemed to have reached such a state with his physical body alone.
“interesting.”
“If this method is integrated into the Soul Clan, perhaps a stronger warrior can be born.”
He thought to himself.
A world of mortal cultivation and immortality, deep in the mountains of the human world.
Han Li’s eyes were solemn.
He had seen physical cultivators, but it was truly rare to find one with such a pure physical body that could shake the heaven and earth and resist all kinds of magical powers.
This gave him a new understanding of power.
“There are many paths, but they all lead to the same destination.”
“The sanctification of the flesh is also a path to heaven.”
“Given his achievements and abilities, the position of Admiral should be a piece of cake for him.”
[“Even the Admiral’s throne, which symbolizes the highest authority in the navy, is not out of reach.”]“Countless naval officers and soldiers had hoped that he would go one step further and lead the navy to a more glorious future.”
“However, for the sake of what many considered an illusory ‘relative freedom’, and to avoid being bound by higher positions and responsibilities, he repeatedly rejected promotion offers from the navy’s top brass.”
“‘Being a lieutenant general is enough for me. Don’t come to me with anything too troublesome.’ This may be his truest thought.”
“He would rather continue to patrol freely on the Grand Line, a route rife with dangers yet also filled with adventure, as a vice admiral.”
“His warship is his mobile fortress.”
[“His jurisdiction is the area within his sight.”][“Capturing those pirates he deemed ‘unpleasant’ became one of the main pleasures of his sailing career.”]“This ‘dislike’ isn’t entirely due to personal likes and dislikes.”
“It’s more of a judgment based on his personal sense of justice.”
“For those who truly committed arson, murder, looting, and all manner of evil, if they encountered him, it would be their doom.”
“This free-spirited, independent personality is undoubtedly out of place in the Navy’s strict hierarchy, where absolute obedience is paramount.”
“He’s not like other generals who are always careful about their words and actions and are extremely cautious.”
“He dared to pick his nose and gossip nonsense right in front of his immediate superior.”
“He also dared to openly disobey orders that he considered unreasonable, as long as he believed they were right.”
“If this behavior happened to an ordinary naval officer, he would have been court-martialed countless times.”
“But because he’s Garp.”
“He’s a hero of the Navy.”
“He was the man who pushed Roger into desperate situations several times, and yet everything seemed to be ‘tolerable’ again.”
“This is not just due to his strength and achievements, but also because of his genuine honesty and purity, which form the uniqueness of his personal charm.”
“He interprets and practices what he believes in as ‘justice’ in his own way, a way that seems rough but is actually firm.”
“This justice may not be so conventional, but it is full of the warmth and power of humanity.”
In the world of One Piece, in the Grand Line, inside a certain naval branch base.
Young naval soldiers gathered in the square, looking up at the familiar and legendary figure in the sky.
“It’s Vice Admiral Garp!”
“It’s really Vice Admiral Garp! I didn’t expect that even he would appear on this sky!”
Excitement and admiration were on the faces of every young soldier.
For these ordinary naval soldiers who have been fighting pirates on the front line for years, Vice Admiral Garp is a living legend.
It is like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea.
His powerful strength and his glorious military achievements have long been deeply engraved in their hearts like a myth.
Garp is the most noble hero in their hearts.
As long as he is there, no matter how vicious the pirates are or how hopeless the battle situation is, there will be a turnaround.
Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
Marshal’s Office.
Marshal Zhan Guo was dealing with a mountain of documents.
At this moment, he temporarily put down the pen in his hand and looked at Karp’s figure in the sky with complicated eyes.
He sighed heavily.
In that sigh, there was helplessness, headache, and also a hint of barely perceptible relief.
Garp on the sky screen still looked carefree and unrestrained.
Zhan Guo rubbed his swollen temples.
“Zhan Guo’s feelings towards this old comrade, who had fought alongside him for decades and was both his mentor and friend, were indescribably complicated.”
“He sincerely admired Garp’s unrivaled strength, as well as his unwavering integrity and kindness, regardless of time or place.”
[“In the countless years of fighting side by side, Garp’s iron fist was his most trustworthy support.”]However, he was also troubled and even angry by Capna’s complete disobedience to orders, his disregard for naval discipline, and his repeated refusal to be promoted.
“‘This bastard old man!’ Zhan Guo cursed this in his heart countless times.”
[“There were so many important meetings where Karp either fell asleep or simply missed them.”]“Many times, he passed the buck to himself, saying it was ‘too much trouble.'”
[“But unfortunately, you can’t do anything to him.”]“This old friend, this naval hero, truly makes him feel a mixture of love and hate, yet he is helpless.”
Finally, the corners of Zhan Guo’s mouth couldn’t help but curl up into a smile filled with nostalgia and bitterness.
He couldn’t imagine a time without Garp.
But when Cap was around, his consumption of stomach medicine always skyrocketed.
The sky is filled with clouds and mist, and the sound of pine waves is heard.
The old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei was wearing a simple Taoist robe and sitting cross-legged on a blue stone.
His eyes were leisurely gazing at the sky.
When Capna’s casual, even cynical image appeared, the old Taoist priest’s snow-white beard trembled slightly.
A smile of genuine appreciation appeared on his face.
“He himself is a supremely powerful being who doesn’t dwell on formalities, preferring to act spontaneously.”
“In his view, the ultimate goal of spiritual practice is to achieve clarity of mind and freedom.”
“Karp’s style of acting independently of his own likes and dislikes and principles, unmoved by external fame and gain, undoubtedly touched a chord in him.”
“Everyone in the world seeks power, but this man discards it like a worn-out shoe, seeking only the freedom of his heart.”
[“This state of mind has already surpassed many so-called masters who are busy and striving for success.”]The old Taoist priest nodded slightly, with some approval in his eyes.
“Funny old fellow.”
Perfect World, at the border city wall of the Emperor’s Pass.
The sky was filled with flames and evil spirits.
Shi Hao, the young Human Emperor, was standing on the city wall, looking towards the boundary sea.
Fighting spirit rose throughout his body.
The scene in the sky also attracted his attention.
When Shi Hao saw the scene of old man Garp waving the huge iron ball so heroically, smashing the pirate ship with one punch, and educating his grandchildren with the “Iron Fist of Love”, the corners of his mouth unconsciously broke into a big smile.
The old man’s way of doing things was exactly what Shi Hao wanted.
“What he admired most in his life was this kind of strong person who was not particular about trivial matters, who did not care about others’ feelings, and whose own strength was strong enough to support all their actions.”
“More importantly, this old man, Garp, clearly possesses his own set of unwavering principles and a sense of justice.”
[“How similar this is to Shi Hao’s journey, his determination to avenge his enemies, protect his family and friends, and uphold his bottom line.”]“Garp’s pure and ultimate physical strength, and his unstoppable domineering aura, also made him feel a sense of intimacy and recognition stemming from his fighting instincts.”
Shi Hao touched his chin, his eyes shining.
“This old man must be very exciting to fight.”
“I really want to spar with him if I get a chance, to see whether his fist is harder or mine.”
Chapter 15: Akainu rises to power and turns the navy into a villain? Aokiji breaks his leg and runs away, and the navy headquarters is about to change! (Old version)
Above the sky, the smoke of the war at the top has not yet completely dissipated, and the smell of embers still seems to permeate the air.
A scene that foreshadowed the drastic changes that were about to happen to the Navy Headquarters suddenly appeared before the eyes of all the heavens and worlds.
After the demise of the legendary Whitebeard Pirates, the entire world has fallen into severe turmoil.
At this moment, the then Navy Marshal, Buddha Warring States, the veteran who worked tirelessly to maintain the glory of the Navy, chose to resign from the position of Marshal.
The highest power of the navy is therefore facing a new round of reshuffle.
A storm that will determine the future of the navy is brewing.
To vie for the position of Grand Admiral and to uphold their distinct ideologies of justice, Admirals Akainu Sakazuki and Aokiji Kuzan engage in a terrifying, life-or-death battle that lasts ten days and nights on Punk Hazard, an island in the New World forever divided by ice and fire!
In the picture, the scene of Punk Hazard Island is shocking.
Half of it is a glacier that never melts, and the other half is a scorched earth with roiling magma and blazing flames.
The entire island was completely torn apart by the terrifying power of ice and fire, like the lament of nature.
Akainu was covered in blood, and the deep red blood almost merged with the erupting magma.
His eyes were as hot as the burning magma under his feet, and were filled with a kind of madness that was willing to do anything.
Opposite him, Aokiji Kuzan, who always looked lazy and free and easy, now looked extremely lonely.
His signature ice-blue figure was stained with dust and blood.
One of his legs had disappeared, and the bright red blood had dyed the ice beneath his feet red, dazzling the eyes.
He stared at Akainu in front of him with complicated eyes, and finally chose to leave sadly, his figure disappearing in the cold wind and snow.
The brutality of this battle needs no words.
[In the end, Akainu, who upholds the concept of “complete justice” and firmly believes that only iron and blood can eradicate evil, defeats Aokiji, who pursues “lazy justice” and tends to focus on individuals and seek balance, and successfully ascends the throne of the Navy Admiral! ][This marks the beginning of an era for the Navy Headquarters, ruled by this man with a tough style, who is even privately called “Magma Mad Dog” by many!]After becoming the Admiral of the Navy, Akainu immediately displayed his suffocatingly tough governing style without any hesitation.
He carried out drastic reforms to the Navy Headquarters, and every decision he made was made with unquestionable determination.
He resolutely and completely shifted the focus of the navy from the once stable first half of the Grand Line to the New World where pirates were rampant and powerful men stood in large numbers.
This move undoubtedly announced his determination to the world.
He adopted a tougher and more high-pressure policy towards all pirate forces, regardless of size, strength or weakness.
He will not tolerate any existence that may threaten the rule of the world government.
Even if it was just a tiny spark, he would use the most violent means to completely extinguish it.
The Navy’s flag of justice, which once symbolized order and peace, seemed to have taken on a darker, more glaring bloody color under Akainu’s rule.
His “absolute justice” does not tolerate any compromise, nor does it include the slightest tenderness.
[Any pirate who dares to challenge the absolute authority of the World Government will face the most brutal and ruthless suppression until they are completely wiped out from this world! ]One Piece world, New World.
This is a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak.
Countless pirates who are struggling to survive in the New World hate the newly appointed Navy Admiral Akainu to the core.
His name became a nightmare for many pirates.
Akainu’s ruthless and tough measures further ruthlessly compressed their living space.
Every day, they may face a devastating blow from the Navy Headquarters like a natural disaster.
The sea is no longer a symbol of freedom, but a grave that may swallow them at any time.
And within the navy, the atmosphere also became solemn.
Some naval generals and soldiers who uphold the concept of moderate justice and believe that justice should also include mercy and understanding feel deeply worried and uneasy about Akainu’s extreme iron-fisted policy.
They feared that under Akainu’s leadership, the navy would become more and more like a cold-blooded, murderous war machine.
They worry that the navy will gradually lose its original purpose of protecting innocent people.
The glory that belongs to heroes seems to be being eroded by iron and blood.
Akainu’s unquestionable and irrefutable “complete justice” also caused obvious divisions within the navy, just like the ice-fire gap between him and Aokiji.
Some people fanatically follow him, believing that this is the only way to maintain world peace in this chaotic era and the only sword to cut off evil.
Others are deeply concerned that this kind of extreme justice, which leaves no room for compromise, will eventually lead to tyranny or even self-destruction due to the loss of restraint.
Naruto world, the Valley of the End.
Two huge stone statues stand facing each other across the waterfall, witnessing countless fateful duels.
Uchiha Madara, the former Shura of the Ninja World, stood with his hands behind his back on top of the stone statue of the First Hokage, his long black hair moving in the wind.
He looked at the earth-shaking changes in the navy after Akainu came to power in the sky, and a cold, all-knowing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
“So-called justice…”
He whispered to himself, his voice tinged with mockery.
In his view, so-called “justice” is nothing more than lies and high-sounding rhetoric carefully fabricated by the victors in order to maintain their own rule and consolidate their power.
【Different standpoints will give rise to different kinds of “justice.”】
In Madara Uchiha’s eyes, the “complete justice” promoted by Akainu is essentially no different from the justice advocated by countless people in power in the world. It is merely a tool used by the World Government to consolidate its supreme rule, a sharper and more bloody tool.
He remembered the “peace” he had tried to create with the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Wasn’t that another form of “thoroughness”?
In the world of Linglong, above the lighthouse.
The cold touch of metal was everywhere, and the air was filled with depression and despair.
Charles, the young lord of the lighthouse, stood in the tall command tower, staring through the thick glass windows at the humans struggling to survive below.
He looked at Akainu, who ruled with an iron fist in the sky, and the harsh policies he implemented, with a subtle, even hidden, recognition flashing in his eyes.
He knew very well how pale and powerless ideals were in the face of the doomsday when order collapsed.
In a cruel world where doomsday is approaching, civilization is declining, and order is completely broken, he believes that sometimes tough and even extreme measures must be taken to effectively maintain order in the lighthouse, humanity’s last bastion of survival.
Akainu’s iron-blooded hand, his determination to achieve his goals at all costs, may, in certain extreme circumstances, be a necessary evil to ensure the survival of the group, a choice that cannot be avoided but must be made.
Isn’t the lighthouse’s survival rule a kind of “thoroughness” pushed to the extreme?
He sighed softly. Outside the lighthouse, the roar of the Extreme Beast could be heard faintly, reminding him of the cruelty of this world.
Chapter 16: The Marine Headquarters Arc Ends! Is He the Messenger of Justice or the World Government’s Henchman? All Worlds Are in Chaos! (Old Version)
The huge “justice” flag fluttered in the wind, with the majestic and cold outline of Marinford in the background.
Countless naval officers and soldiers in white uniforms stood in silence, like a torrent of steel without individual will, uniform yet cold.
They are part of this fortress and an extension of this flag.
[Navy Headquarters, a large military organization with a sophisticated structure and efficient operation.][Its military force is large enough to cover a vast sea area, and its strict system ensures the absolute execution of orders.][Top-tier combat power at the level of the three generals and marshals is enough to deter any villain and is the stabilizing force of the sea.]They are the sharpest and most reliable machine of violence in the hands of the world government. They are the solid foundation for maintaining the established world order, and they use their power to shape the appearance of peace.
However, this very force, which boasts of “justice,” has also committed countless unforgivable crimes for the sake of this “justice,” leaving an indelible dark stain in the long river of history, forming a glaring contrast to the radiance of glory.
These crimes, like shadows, entwine their white cloaks of justice.
Its terrifying organizational capabilities, its thunderous execution, and those at the pinnacle of power have together earned the Marine Headquarters its place among the strongest organizations in the universe. Its strength is unquestionable.
However, the absolute “justice” it upholds and the ruthless actions it takes to maintain the rule of the World Government are also fraught with controversy, sparking endless doubts and fierce criticism in countless worlds, with voices of support and opposition equally loud.
[This dispute, like the bitter rivalry between Akainu and Aokiji within their group, never ceases.]The words on the sky slowly receded like the tide, and the light gradually dimmed.
Finally, the golden characters that had once heralded the arrival of the Marine Headquarters—[TOP9: The banner of justice will never fall—Marine Headquarters!]—completely vanished into the endless void, as if the chapter of an era had been gently closed.
This is a grand event of the multiverse, and a collision of power and ideas.
[TOP9——Navy Headquarters, the review ends! ]The glory of the ninth place is also the burden of the ninth place.
As the final announcement fell from the sky, the evaluation of the Navy Headquarters by all the heavens and the world fell into an unprecedented fierce debate.
Various opinions are like an erupting volcano, intertwining and colliding violently, making it almost impossible to reach a unified view.
Some worlds applaud their order and strength, while others are disgusted by their cruelty and blind obedience.
Regarding the merits and demerits of the Navy Headquarters, people from different worlds, different perspectives, and different experiences naturally hold completely different, even completely opposing, views.
Some believe they are the sole guardians of world peace in the Dark Ages, bravely resisting evil pirates and protecting the people of justice. Their very existence is a form of hope.
Some also believe they are merely loyal lackeys of the almighty World Government, ruthless accomplices in the bloody suppression of resistance and the maintenance of the corrupt ruling order, and that their “justice” is merely a fig leaf for the powerful.
These two voices echoed in various worlds, and it was difficult to tell which was higher.
In the world of One Piece, somewhere on the Grand Line.
The sun is shining and the sky is cloudless, completely different from the gloom in many people’s hearts at this moment.
Monkey D. Luffy looked at the sky that was gradually disappearing and curled his lips indifferently.
The expression on his face was one of undisguised disdain, even with a hint of offended anger.
In his opinion, the flag of “justice” was far less dazzling than the pirate flag on his ship.
Luffy has never had, and will never have, any affection for this organization that has repeatedly prevented him from adventuring at sea and interfered with his and his companions’ pursuit of their dreams of freedom.
His principles of action have always been simple and pure – a friend’s smile is justice, and the taste of food is truth.
[Anyone or any force that attempts to harm his companions or prevent him from enjoying his food, no matter how high-sounding their cause, is his enemy and must be defeated.]The “justice” that the Navy Headquarters so vigorously advocated and upheld was, in his eyes, nothing more than heavy, cold chains, a huge shackle that bound true freedom, and ran counter to the unfettered sea he longed for.
He thought of Ace and Judicial Island, and how the so-called “justice” brought only pain.
In the world of Fights Break Sphere, on the top of a certain peak in the Zhongzhou continent.
The sea of clouds is rolling and the wind is blowing fiercely.
Xiao Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his deep gaze withdrawn from the dissipating sky, and he fell into long contemplation.
The strange fire behind him seemed to sense the fluctuations in its master’s mood, and the frequency of the flame’s beating changed slightly.
[He rose from a humble youth, experiencing countless cruel and bloody conflicts, and has a profound understanding and personal experience of the importance of “order” that far surpasses that of ordinary people.]A stable order is the basic guarantee for the weak to breathe and for geniuses to grow.
[However, he also cherishes the hard-earned individual freedom, which is the space for the soul to breathe and the will to stretch.]The extreme measures taken by the Navy Headquarters to maintain the “order” they proclaimed, even at the expense of innocent people, made him start to think deeply.
How can we find a true, unbiased balance between so-called “order” and precious “individual freedom”?
This is an eternal question, and perhaps there is no perfect answer.
Across the heavens and the world, countless viewers could not calm down for a long time.
After witnessing with their own eyes the powerful force of the Naval Headquarters that is enough to subvert the ordinary cognitive world, as well as the thought-provoking complexity behind its philosophy, countless viewers are even more filled with irrepressible curiosity and anticipation for the next [TOP8].
Even the Navy Headquarters, which is so huge, has many earth-shattering combat forces and a system as strict as an iron barrel, can only be ranked ninth on this list.
This in itself shows the value of this inventory.
Then, how unimaginable and terrifying would the organization that could surpass them be?
How incredible will their power level reach?
What kind of more drastic ideological shock will the ideas they uphold bring to the universe, and even trigger a new value craze?
Countless questions swirled in the hearts of countless creatures, and the sense of anticipation was stretched to the extreme.
Chapter 17: Top 8 Guardians of the Martial Realm! Dao Zong appears, and the descendant of the Martial Ancestor fights against the alien demons, setting the whole place on fire! (Old Version)
Above the sky, the noise and heated debate previously caused by the Navy Headquarters slowly receded like the tide.
A more magnificent and majestic aura replaced it, permeating the hearts of every living being in the heavens and all worlds.
A vast expanse of golden light surged in the center of the sky, as if to dye the entire sky pure gold.
A desolate, ancient, and unique charm that has been precipitated by time is like a sleeping dragon that has spanned eternity, leisurely waking up at this moment.
Its breath turned into visible ripples, gently but unmistakably spreading into the endless universe.
This breath contains an indomitable will that cannot be erased or crushed.
There is also a kind of righteous spirit that fights purely for protection and for all living beings, which is majestic, upright and unstoppable.
This is in stark contrast to the cold, treacherous, and calculating atmosphere emanating from the previous organization called “Root.”
Many creatures even subconsciously straightened their backs, feeling awe in their hearts, as if they were facing a towering monument.
Finally, a simple and heavy golden title, each word of which seemed to carry a tremendous force, slowly emerged at the place where the golden light was the strongest.
Immediately afterward, an even more thrilling and blood-pumping subtitle appeared with incredible clarity in the eyes of countless powerful cultivators, shocking their hearts and minds—
[TOP8: Descendants of the Martial Ancestor, passing on the torch, suppressing the alien demons, and protecting the Martial Realm – Dao Zong! ]As soon as this subtitle appeared, all the worlds in the heavens and the universe that focused on cultivating one’s own strength and pursuing individual great power and transcendence instantly cast glances of great curiosity and high attention.
The eyes of countless powerful people instantly became sharp.
“Martial Ancestor!”
These two words seemed to contain the supreme power of the creation of the world. Just by reciting them, some creatures with advanced cultivation could feel a slight tremor in their own skills.
What a brilliant and extraordinary person one must be to be worthy of the title of “ancestor”.
“Alien demon!”
What a vicious and terrifying existence this is?
It actually takes such a powerful organization to fight against it in the name of “suppression”, passed down from generation to generation, and the flame of resistance is unextinguished.
The combination of these two words instantly outlines a magnificent and soul-stirring epic picture.
The hearts of countless creatures are filled with the desire to explore this unknown history.
The next moment, the sky began to change.
A magnificent and breathtaking picture slowly appeared before everyone’s eyes like a scroll.
It was a vast continent with almost no visible boundaries.
Above the continent, the spiritual energy is extremely rich, surging like a tide, and even visible spiritual mist is formed at some spiritual nodes, nourishing all living things.
This continent is the “Martial Realm”.
Within the martial realm, towering mountains stretch endlessly, reaching into the sky, like the backbone of the earth.
Deep in one of the most majestic and spiritually rich mountain ranges, an ancient, solemn and majestic sect stands quietly.
It seems to be integrated with the entire mountain range and even the entire martial realm, like a towering tree rooted in the deepest part of the earth, exuding an aura as heavy as a mountain and sacred and inviolable.
That is exactly where Dao Zong’s mountain gate is.
The camera zooms in, revealing the sect’s pavilions, towers, and martial arts arenas, all arranged in an orderly fashion.
Countless Daoist disciples, dressed in uniform blue-gray clothing, are practicing diligently in their respective areas.
Some were breathing in the morning glow on the mountain top, some were strengthening their bodies under the waterfall, and some were sweating in the martial arts field, practicing all kinds of mysterious and powerful martial arts.
The fists whistled, the sword energy spread, and the low sound of the martial arts techniques was endless.
Most of them have firm and focused eyes, and their postures are as straight as pine trees. Even if they are just practicing normally, every movement is meticulous and full of power.
From the youngest boy to the calm and composed young man, each of them seemed to be carrying an invisible yet extremely heavy mission.
A belief that one is born to protect and fight for what one believes in surrounds them, condensing into a unique aura.
[The existence of Dao Sect is the last barrier and the strongest hope for this vast territory called Wujing against the invasion of unknown and terrifying demons from outside the domain – the alien demons!]They inherit the unyielding will and unparalleled strength left by the Martial Ancestor who pioneered the era of martial arts. Generation after generation, they silently protect the peace and tranquility of this land. They are the well-deserved guardians of the martial realm and the last resort for the people!
The narrator’s voice was sonorous and full of respect.
In the world of Martial Universe, the Eastern Xuan Territory.
Inside the Dao Zong Mountain Gate.
Countless disciples of Dao Sect, whether they are young boys or girls who have just passed the assessment and entered the sect with a look of innocence and longing.
Or they are the inner disciples who have practiced in the sect for many years, have achieved success in cultivation, and have a strong aura, or even the elders with respected status.
When they saw with their own eyes the scene of Dao Zong appearing in the sky, the familiar mountain gate, the familiar martial arts training ground, and the subtitle “Suppress the alien demons and protect the martial arts realm”.
An indescribable torrent of heat instantly gushed out from the chest of each of them, stirring in their limbs and bones.
Their blood seemed to be burning at this moment.
Their eyes were filled with unparalleled pride and honor.
That is their sect.
That is the place where they practice day and night, shed sweat and blood, and are determined to defend it with their entire lives.
Especially Dao Zong’s junior sister, the lively, smart and talented girl Ying Huanhuan.
At this moment, her little face flushed with excitement, her big watery eyes sparkled with bright pride, and her pink little fists clenched involuntarily.
She thought of the bloody battles fought by her ancestors recorded in the sect’s scriptures.
I remembered the solemnity of my senior brothers and sisters when they talked about the alien demons.
I also remembered the responsibilities I had.
[That was the sect they fought for, sacrificed for, and were willing to give everything for!][The glory of Dao Zong is the glory of every one of their disciples! ]They will also inherit the unyielding will of their ancestors. To protect the martial realm that gave birth to them and the billions of lives left behind, they will fight those damned demons to the bitter end and never retreat!
【The flame will never die, and the fight will never stop! 】
Deep in the Xingyun Pavilion, in a quiet courtyard.
Xiao Yan was wearing a black robe and standing with his hands behind his back.
He had just finished a long training session and was now looking up at the sky.
When the ancient and majestic Dao Zong Mountain Gate and the earth-shattering words “Martial Ancestor” came into his sight, his deep gaze could not help but slightly condense.
An inexplicable yet extremely sincere respect slowly rose from the depths of his heart.
He recalled his journey.
From the good-for-nothing young man who was looked down upon in Wutan City to the now famous Flame Emperor Xiao Yan in Zhongzhou.
He also relied on his never-give-up belief and his own hard work to grow from weak to strong step by step. After going through countless life and death ordeals, he finally had the power to protect his family, friends and everything he cherished.
He could clearly feel the heavy historical texture contained in the word “Martial Ancestor”, as well as the supreme majesty that seemed to be able to open up an era and define a cultivation system.
He must be a peerless and powerful person with extraordinary talent, unparalleled achievements, and as dazzling as a legend.
Such an existence deserves the highest respect no matter in which world.
Dao Zong inherited his will, suppressed the demons, and protected the land. He deeply admired his responsibility and persistence.
On the ancient and weathered city walls, evil spirit and fighting spirit are intertwined.
Shi Hao stood tall and alone on the top of the city wall, his eyes gazing at the sky through the endless void.
When he saw the pure and firm will to protect emanating from Dao Zong’s young and no longer young disciples in the sky.
And the heavy mission they shoulder, fighting against the so-called “alien demons” for generations.
The corners of his mouth, which always had a hint of arrogance and coldness, couldn’t help but rise slightly, forming a faint arc.
This organization, whose core concept and meaning of existence is “protection”, gave him a sense of genuine affection.
His whole life was a battle.
To protect my relatives and old friends.
To protect the eight realms of the lower world.
In order to protect this long-destroyed land, people are still fighting bloody battles.
He has seen too many sacrifices and too much tragedy.
He has always had the highest respect and recognition for organizations and individuals who resolutely stand up for the welfare of the people, are willing to sacrifice everything, and pass on their beliefs from generation to generation.
This is consistent with the path he has taken and the beliefs he has held on some level.
The indomitable spirit and determination in the eyes of Dao Zong’s disciples made him feel as if he saw the shadows of countless soldiers on the border.
Chapter 18: Ancient Secrets! The Demon Emperor destroyed the world, and the Talisman Ancestor burned the reincarnation seal for eternity! (Old Version)
Above the sky, the ancient picture, like a history book covered in dust by time, is slowly turning page by page.
An ancient secret that was enough to shake all existence in the heavens and the worlds was clearly presented before the eyes of countless creatures.
It was a period of time filled with destruction and hope.
It is a tragic history intertwined with sacrifice and inheritance.
[In the distant ancient times, an evil race from the outer universe – the Demon Clan, brazenly descended! ]Led personally by their supreme ruler, the Demon Emperor who possessed the true power to destroy the heavens and the earth, they invaded this vast continent called Wujing like an endless black tide!
In an instant, the sky wept blood and the earth wailed.
There was devastation and widespread grief.
The mountains and rivers are broken, and the sun and moon have lost their light.
Countless once powerful creatures perished in despair under the cold and cruel iron hoofs of the alien demons.
The entire martial arts realm is facing the terrifying crisis of being completely destroyed and turned into scorched earth!
The picture vividly shows the extremely brutal war between heaven and earth in ancient times!
Countless hideous and terrifying demons, emitting a sickening evil aura, swarmed across the land like a swarm of locusts covering the sky and the sun.
Wherever they passed, all life was ruthlessly devoured.
The green mountains turned into deserts and the rushing rivers turned into stagnant waters.
And at the forefront of the endless army of alien demons was a majestic figure that exuded an aura that made all living things feel suffocated and despair – the Alien Demon Emperor!
He just waved his hand casually.
The space was torn apart layer by layer like a fragile mirror.
The stars in the sky also dimmed and fell, turning into cosmic dust.
Its power is so great that no one can stop its edge.
Its power is so strong that no one can challenge it in the slightest.
Just when the martial realm is about to fall completely, all living beings will fall into the critical moment of eternal darkness.
A towering figure, standing tall and upright, like the first ray of light breaking through the endless darkness, stepped forward resolutely!
His body was surrounded by countless mysterious runes containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.
These runes sparkle with brilliant light, as if they can illuminate eternity and penetrate time and space!
He is the original guardian of this martial realm, Fu Zu!
To protect the land he deeply loves.
To protect the billions of innocent lives on this land.
Fu Zu made an extremely tragic yet glorious decision – to burn his own reincarnation!
He gave everything he had completely.
Including his immortal soul.
Including his all-encompassing power.
Including his eternal life.
Everything was transformed without reservation into an eternal, immortal, and indestructible seal.
This seal completely suppressed and sealed the unimaginably powerful and almost invincible Demon King!
[Talisman Ancestor paid a heavy price by completely sacrificing himself, burning through his entire reincarnation cycle, and finally successfully sealed the terrifying Demon Emperor in the deepest part of the plane’s womb.]This feat finally bought the imperiled Wu Realm a chance to breathe for ten thousand years.
[It also planted a seed of hope for all future warriors, encouraging them to never give up and fight to the death amidst despair!]That determination to sacrifice one’s life for justice.
The tragic feeling of resolutely giving up everything in order to protect all living beings.
Like an invisible flame, it instantly ignited the blood hidden deep in the hearts of countless creatures in the heavens and all worlds.
It made them feel an unprecedented deep shock.
It also made them feel supreme respect from the bottom of their souls!
In the world of Martial Universe, within the realm of martial arts.
Whether they are powerful practitioners standing at the top of the sect, or ordinary civilians scattered in the mundane world.
When he saw with his own eyes the towering figure of Fu Zu standing tall in the sky, and the earth-shaking sacrifice he made to protect the entire martial world.
They all fell to their knees involuntarily.
I pay the highest and most sincere respect in my life to that ancient hero who has long passed away but seems to have never left!
Countless people’s eyes were wet.
Silent grief and gratitude flow in the hearts of every creature in the martial realm.
And as the direct inheritor of Fu Zu’s power and will, Lin Dong.
At this moment, he felt even more clearly a sense of responsibility as heavy as a mountain, weighing heavily on his shoulders.
His fists clenched unconsciously under his sleeves.
[This inheritance, this supreme will to fight bloody battles for protection, will now be solemnly inherited by him!]He will devote all his life, regardless of the cost, to firmly protect this precious land that Fu Zu exchanged his life and reincarnation for.
[He would never allow that damned demon to have another chance to descend upon this vicissitudes-ridden world!]Lin Dong’s eyes, at this moment, became extremely firm, as if there was a flame burning in them.
The world of Shrouding the Sky is a cold and lonely place at the edge of the universe.
Those supreme beings in the major life forbidden zones who once used all means to pursue the illusory immortality and prolong their own existence.
At this moment, they were silently gazing at the majestic figure of Fu Zu in the sky, who was burning his own reincarnation just to protect all living beings.
These ancient beings also fell into an extremely rare silence.
The eternal loneliness and indifference seemed to be quietly touched at this moment.
[Even though they have long since transcended worldly emotions, their hearts are as cold and ruthless as eternal ice.]However, Fu Zu’s great spirit, willing to sacrifice everything he had, even to the point of eternal reincarnation, to protect billions of lives, involuntarily stirred an indescribable feeling of emotion and sincere admiration deep within their long-dead hearts.
Perhaps, in their lives that are so long that they seem to have no end, there have been things that need to be protected.
But that memory has long been buried by the years.
In the Xianni world, on the edge of a certain star field, on an inconspicuous and remote cultivation star.
Wang Lin stood with his hands behind his back, silently gazing at the secret technique of Fu Zu burning the reincarnation in the sky and releasing the supreme sealing power.
A strange light suddenly flashed in his deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through all the vanity in the world.
He seemed to have glimpsed some deeper and more original power from the burning cycle.
A power that transcends ordinary magical powers and laws.
He unexpectedly developed an unprecedented interest in this forbidden secret technique, which was willing to sacrifice himself completely in exchange for the powerful sealing power that could destroy the world.
He began to silently reason in his mind, pondering deeply the true nature of this power and the terrible price it would cost to unleash it.
More importantly, he tried to comprehend the subtle, mysterious power of the law of reincarnation contained within it.
This undoubtedly has great appeal and enlightenment for Wang Lin, who is also wandering on the edge of reincarnation and pursuing his own path.
He vaguely felt that this might open a new door for his path.
Chapter 19: The Eight Palaces of Dao Sect, Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons! The tough guy of the Wild Palace, the God of Law of the Heaven Palace, who dares to fight? (Old Version)
Chapter 20: The Great Desolate Monument is Opened! Lin Dong suddenly attains enlightenment and becomes the leader of the Desolate Palace! (Old Version)
Above the sky, light and shadow flow.
The picture slowly unfolds.
A stone tablet, ancient and huge, stands tall.
Its surface is covered with countless mysterious and obscure runes.
Each rune is profound and difficult to understand.
Together, they exude an extremely desolate atmosphere.
That breath carried an irresistible and powerful force.
This is the famous holy place of Dao Zong.
Great Desolation Monument.
The sky curtain explains the origin of this monument.
[The Great Desolation Monument is more than just a stone tablet.][It contains the Daoist sect’s magical power.][The supreme truth of the Great Desolation Sutra is hidden deep within it.][More importantly, this stele is Dao Zong’s harsh test for his disciples.]It tests the disciple’s steadfastness.
[To test whether the disciple’s talent is outstanding.][It also tests whether the disciples’ strength is sufficient.]【This is the ultimate trial place. 】
[Countless Daoist disciples all harbor burning desires.]【They hope to be in front of this ancient monument.】
【Even if it’s just a tiny bit of understanding.】
[That means you can gain the powerful power you have always dreamed of.]The picture is focused.
A figure appeared in front of the Great Desolation Monument.
He is a little thin.
Among the many Dao Zong disciples around.
He seemed inconspicuous.
Like a pebble thrown into a lake.
However, when the camera zooms in.
His dark eyes were impossible to ignore.
Exceptionally determined.
It was as if two unyielding flames were burning fiercely in it.
This person is Lin Dong.
He stood quietly.
His eyes were fixed on the ancient monument in front of him.
The heavy sense of responsibility that had recently been placed on his shoulders due to the inheritance of Fu Zu.
At this moment, it turned into the most determined light deep in his eyes.
The Great Desolation Monument is like a silent giant beast.
It exudes an aura of pressure that keeps people at a distance.
Those profound and difficult to understand runes are like an unsolvable maze.
It trapped countless Daoist disciples who came to gain enlightenment.
In the picture, many disciples have frowns on their faces.
They pondered.
But he could never get in.
Some people even seemed anxious.
Scratching his ears and cheeks from time to time.
Or beat their chests and stamp their feet.
Time passes by little by little.
There are very few people who can truly understand the mystery.
Very few.
However, Lin Dong.
He is different from those people.
He showed amazing perseverance.
He also showed remarkable talent.
He immersed himself completely.
It was as if he and this stone tablet were the only ones left in the world.
All the noise from the outside world has faded away.
He tried to establish some kind of connection with the stone tablet.
To feel.
To understand.
The ancient artistic conception emanating from the depths of the stone tablet.
That desolate.
That vastness.
It was a loneliness and power that seemed to have endured through eternity.
His mind gradually began to synchronize with the frequency of the stone tablet.
Time seemed to have lost its meaning to Lin Dong.
Just try again and again.
Failure again and again.
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
His face also looked a little pale.
But the fire in his eyes never went out.
Instead, it burns even more vigorously.
finally.
After experiencing countless failures and recoveries.
He caught a node.
With a loud bang.
It was as if the roar of the universe’s creation exploded in his mind.
An indescribably brilliant light.
It suddenly burst out from Lin Dong’s body.
The light shot up into the sky.
It illuminated the faces of every disciple around.
Their faces were filled with shock.
A desolate force so powerful that it makes one’s heart frightened.
With Lin Dong as the center, it suddenly swept out.
He succeeded.
He successfully comprehended the mystery of the Great Desolation Monument.
More importantly.
He obtained the complete “Great Desolation Sutra”.
That supreme magical skill of the Taoist sect.
The picture on the sky screen changed again.
The scene switches to the competition inside the Huang Palace.
The aftermath of enlightenment has not yet dissipated.
Lin Dong was thrown into a new battlefield.
Here, he showed his astonishing strength.
And unfathomable potential.
The newly comprehended “Great Desolation Sutra” is in his hands.
Transformed into a series of devastating attacks.
That desolate power is extremely domineering.
Those disciples who were previously quite famous in the sect.
Those powerful competitors.
In front of him, everything seemed vulnerable.
He won every battle.
Every move was clean and neat.
Every victory is undisputed.
His name, like a rising star, quickly rose in Dao Zong.
final.
Under the watchful eyes of the public.
He won the recognition of all the disciples in Huangdian.
It’s not just about being impressed by strength.
It is a spiritual identification.
He became the new generation eldest brother of Huang Palace.
Shoulder the responsibility of leading the Desolate Palace to glory.
The narration on the screen sounded at the right time, with admiration.
【Lin Dong’s success is by no means solely based on luck.】
[It’s not just some accidental luck.]It was his rock-hard will.
【It is his tenacious efforts to never give up in the face of adversity.】
【Together, we have created this glorious moment.】
【He used his actions to clearly prove a truth to everyone. 】
[Even if your starting point may not be as dazzling as others. ]【But as long as you have a strong heart. 】
An unremitting struggle.
【Then, one day, you will surely be able to counterattack and rise. 】
【The light is brilliant.】
Lin Dong’s indomitable spirit.
The spirit of never giving up in the face of any difficulties and obstacles.
Like a spark thrown into a calm lake.
It quickly spread among the hearts of countless Dao Sect disciples.
It ignited the passion hidden deep in the hearts of many people.
It also awakened their dormant fighting spirit.
A wave of cultivation enthusiasm quietly arose within Dao Sect.
Countless disciples were inspired by him.
They began to practice more diligently.
Pursue your own martial arts dream more firmly.
Lin Dong’s figure became a beacon in their hearts.
【Tianmu emphasized again.】
This kind of never giving up.
【The spirit of daring to challenge all the impossible. 】
【It’s not just Lin Dong’s personal qualities.】
【It is also the Dao Sect that can be passed down through the ages.】
[One of the core strengths that has allowed it to stand firm through countless storms.]【It is the perfect embodiment of the Taoist spirit. 】
In the world of Martial Universe, there is the Dao Zong Huang Palace.
The atmosphere was extremely warm.
Many disciples of the Desolate Palace were looking up at the sky.
Their eyes followed the familiar figure in the picture.
When I saw the peerless demeanor of Senior Brother Lin Dong when he attained enlightenment in front of the Great Desolation Monument.
When I saw him making such a stunning debut in the competition in the palace and sweeping away his opponents.
The chest of every disciple of the Desolate Palace was filled with indescribable excitement.
And there is also the supreme pride of being honored.
It was as if they were the ones standing under the sky, receiving the attention of the world.
Among the crowd, several figures were particularly moved.
That was the time when he and Lin Dong were meditating together at the Great Desolate Monument.
Ying Xiaoxiao, Wudao, Jiang Hao and others who had experienced the test of the sect competition together.
They looked at Lin Dong in the sky, their eyes slightly moist.
My heart is filled with emotion and my thoughts are surging.
Scenes from the past came flooding back to my mind like a tide.
They witnessed it with their own eyes.
How a true legend rose from obscurity.
How did Lin Dong transform from a young boy who might have been a little immature in their eyes back then?
Take one step at a time.
He grew into the world-famous leader of the Huangdian Palace.
Grow into the pride of the entire Dao Sect and even the entire Dongxuan Territory.
They weren’t just spectators.
[They were direct witnesses of Lin Dong’s magnificent rise.]Lin Dong’s success is like the loudest clarion call.
【It also deeply inspired each of them. 】
[Let them not dare to slack off in the slightest on their martial arts path.]【Trying hard to catch up with the one who is always at the forefront.】
[Following the footsteps of the legendary senior brother who established an immortal monument for them.]The air was filled with the smell of war and killing.
Shi Hao, the young man who walked out of the wilderness.
At this moment, he was also gazing at the sky.
His eyes were sharp as an eagle’s.
Lin Dong’s unyielding will in the picture.
The kind of resolute spirit that goes against the current even in desperate situations.
Shi Hao’s blood boiled when he saw it.
He seemed to see his own shadow.
His eyes were involuntarily filled with a high fighting spirit.
[Shi Hao also fought his way out of a sea of blood and corpses.][Through countless life-and-death challenges and cruel trials, I have grown step by step to this day.]【Regarding the trials that Lin Dong experienced, which were full of challenges and opportunities.】
【For the fighting spirit of never giving up and fighting to the end in the face of adversity. 】
He has the deepest and most direct sense of identity.
[Because that is also a true reflection of his own journey.]A world under one person, a world of aliens.
The turbulent alien world.
Zhang Chulan, this young man who seems calm but is actually very thoughtful.
He held a twig in his mouth, his eyes twinkling.
Watching carefully the complete experience of Lin Dong’s successful counterattack on the sky screen.
He touched his chin.
Calculating silently in my heart.
“It seems.”
“I want to truly stand out in this kind of man-eating adversity.”
“It’s far from enough to just rely on those little tricks and small gains you make every day.”
“Those things can only keep you alive temporarily at best.”
“Ultimately, it will allow you to gain a firm foothold and even turn the situation around.”
“You still have to rely on your own strong true strength.”
“And that tenacious spirit of refusing to give in or resign yourself to your fate, no matter what.”
【Zhang Chulan has been thinking hard.】
[Thinking about how to survive in this world of aliens, where relationships are complicated and dangers abound.]How to find that slim chance of a breakthrough for yourself and those around you amidst seemingly unsolvable adversity.
Lin Dong’s desperate act in front of the Great Desolation Monument, and his subsequent experience of winning everything with his own strength.
Undoubtedly like a ray of light.
[It gave him some new and very important insights.][It gave him a clearer understanding of the future path.]Above the sky, the scene slowly unfolded. A massive, ancient stone tablet towered majestically, its surface covered in countless mysterious and obscure runes, emitting a desolate and powerful aura! This was one of Dao Sect’s sacred sites—the Great Desolation Tablet!
The Great Desolation Monument not only contains the supreme truth of the Dao Sect’s sacred art, the “Great Desolation Sutra,” but is also the ultimate testing ground used by the Dao Sect to test the Dao Sect’s disciples’ character, talent, and strength! Countless Dao Sect disciples yearn to gain insights and powerful strength from this monument.
In the image, a slightly thin, yet remarkably determined young figure appeared before the Great Desolate Monument. It was Lin Dong! At this moment, he was unremarkable among the many Dao Sect disciples, but within his dark eyes burned an unyielding flame!
Faced with the abstruse and incomprehensible Great Desolation Stele, countless Dao Sect disciples pondered or fretted, but only a few could truly grasp its mysteries. However, Lin Dong displayed astonishing perseverance and talent! He immersed himself completely, as if becoming one with the stele, taking in its ancient and desolate atmosphere.
Finally, after countless failures and attempts, a brilliant light burst out from Lin Dong’s body! A powerful and desolate force surrounded him. He successfully comprehended the Great Desolation Monument and obtained the complete “Great Desolation Sutra”!
Not only that, in the subsequent competition within the palace, Lin Dong showed amazing strength and potential. Relying on his comprehension of the Great Desolate Sutra, he overcame all obstacles and defeated many powerful competitors. In the end, he won the recognition of all the disciples of the Desolate Palace and became the new generation of the eldest brother of the Desolate Palace!
Lin Dong’s success is no accident; it’s the result of his unwavering will and unwavering dedication! He’s proven through his actions that even with a humble beginning, as long as one possesses a strong heart and unwavering dedication, one can ultimately rise to prominence!
His indomitable and never-give-up spirit, like a spark that sets a prairie on fire, quickly spreads among the hearts of countless Dao Sect disciples, inspiring them to practice harder and pursue their dreams of martial arts!
[This spirit of never giving up and daring to challenge is one of the core strengths that has enabled Dao Zong to be passed down through the ages and stand firm!]The many disciples of the Desolate Palace, looking at the scene in the sky where Lin Dong attained enlightenment in front of the Great Desolate Monument, and his stunning performance in the competition in the palace, all felt honored, their hearts filled with excitement and pride!
Wudao, Jiang Hao and others who once fought with Lin Dong were filled with emotion. They witnessed the rise of a legend with their own eyes and witnessed how Lin Dong grew from an unknown boy to the leader of the Desolate Palace!
They have witnessed Lin Dong’s rise to prominence. His success has inspired them to keep moving forward, catching up in the footsteps of this legendary brother who is at the forefront!
Shi Hao looked at Lin Dong’s indomitable will and the spirit of going against the current in the picture, and his blood boiled, his eyes filled with fighting spirit!
He, too, has grown through countless challenges and trials. He deeply identifies with this kind of trial filled with challenges and opportunities, as well as the spirit of never giving up.
Zhang Chulan watched Lin Dong’s successful counterattack on the screen and thought to himself, “It seems that if you want to stand out in adversity, you can’t just rely on cleverness. In the end, you still have to rely on your own strength and that unyielding spirit!”
He had been pondering how he could survive in the complex world of aliens, and how he could find opportunities for breakthroughs amidst adversity. Lin Dong’s experiences undoubtedly gave him some insights.
Chapter 21: Sect Competition Slaps Yuan Sect in the Face! Dao Sect Disciples Unite as One, Lin Dong Becomes a God in One Battle! (Old Version)
Above the sky, the scene suddenly switched.
A huge square came into view, and the noisy sound almost broke through the sky.
The square was bustling with people, and countless young figures gathered here. The colorful clothes they wore showed that they belonged to different sects.
These costumes are either simple and elegant or sharp and flamboyant, representing the heritage and glory of the major sects in the Dongxuan Territory.
There was an indescribable atmosphere in the air, an extremely strong sense of competition, mixed with a faint smell of blood.
Every breath was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
This is the once-in-a-century event in the Dongxuan Territory – the Sect Competition.
This competition is not just a contest among young disciples, but also a brutal battlefield that determines the status and reputation of each sect for the next hundred years.
Glory and resources all depend on this battle.
[Faced with the Yuan Sect, who once betrayed Dao Sect and are now relying on dirty tricks to become powerful and constantly provoking and suppressing Dao Sect, Dao Sect disciples are filled with overwhelming anger and deep resentment!]The shame of betrayal is like a brand deeply engraved in the hearts of every Daoist disciple.
Yuanmen, the former ally and now mortal enemy, every provocation from them is like rubbing salt into Dao Zong’s wounds.
The disciples of Yuan Sect are all arrogant and behave in a domineering manner, as if they have long forgotten that their ancestor was once a member of Dao Sect.
They were united as one, their eyes burning with the fire of revenge, and they vowed to fight back against the Yuan Sect with their strongest strength in this sect competition, and reclaim the supreme glory that originally belonged to the Dao Sect!
Failure is an outcome they cannot bear.
Under the leadership of Lin Dong, the younger generation of Dao Sect is like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, showing its brilliance and displaying astonishing strength and unfathomable potential!
Lin Dong stood at the front of the team. He was not tall and strong, but he was as steady as a mountain.
His eyes were calm, yet contained enough power to overturn everything.
They trusted each other, stood shoulder to shoulder, and connected their hearts, bringing the powerful martial arts inherited by Dao Zong to an extreme level.
Every time they attack, they cooperate with each other tacitly, and their power is added, far exceeding that of an individual.
Their offensive was extremely fierce, tearing through the seemingly solid defenses of the Yuanmen disciples time and time again!
The formations that the Yuanmen disciples were so proud of were like paper in front of them.
Those Yuanmen geniuses who were once so arrogant and self-proclaimed as the best of the younger generation in Dongxuan Territory, now looked so embarrassed in front of Dao Sect’s united disciples.
The arrogance on their faces was quickly replaced by astonishment, and then turned into fear.
The once dazzling halo has now become dim and was trampled under the feet of the Dao Sect disciples with iron-like facts. It was like a straw that could not withstand a single blow and was defeated one after another!
Even the “Three Little Kings” within Yuan Sect, who boasted to the sky that they were the invincible younger generation, were defeated miserably by the combined efforts of Lin Dong and other Dao Sect core disciples, and tasted the bitter taste of failure!
Their crushing defeat instantly reduced the Yuan Clan’s arrogance by half.
[This is a fierce battle that concerns the honor and disgrace of the sect! With every breath, a disciple falls, and with every move, the future of the sect is at stake!]The disciples of Dao Sect carry the expectations and heavy dignity of the entire sect.
They fought tirelessly, their sweat soaked their clothes and blurred their vision, their blood dyed their jerseys red and spread all over the field.
All of this is just to defend Dao Zong’s glory that cannot be desecrated!
They want the entire Dongxuan Territory to see that Dao Zong is back!
In the end, everyone’s attention inevitably focused on Lin Dong and Yuan Cang, the mysterious head of Yuan Sect!
The atmosphere in the square froze to its extreme at this moment.
Everyone held their breath.
This is a peak showdown between the younger generation and the veteran powerhouses.
It is also a crucial battle that will determine the direction of the two huge sects for the next hundred years, and even the entire Dongxuan Territory!
The winner will lead the sect to new glory.
The loser may drag the sect into an abyss of no return.
Under the gazes of countless nervous, expectant, worried, and excited people, Lin Dong was as steady as a mountain, displaying a maturity far beyond his actual age and immeasurable strength!
He walked towards the center of the battlefield step by step, and every step seemed to step on everyone’s heartbeat.
He perfectly integrated all the martial arts, mental power, runes and other methods he had learned and used them effortlessly.
Every gesture he makes contains a terrifying force that is enough to collapse mountains and rivers and overturn the sky!
Yuan Cang’s eyes were sinister and his aura was overwhelming. He was obviously a hero of his generation.
However, Lin Dong, relying on his unyielding will and powerful strength that constantly breaks through his limits, defeated Yuan Cang, the Yuan Sect’s headmaster known for his shrewdness, head-on after a thrilling duel!
At this moment, time seems to stand still.
The expression of disbelief on Yuan Cang’s face became the most vivid footnote to this victory.
Lin Dong won the final and most important victory for Dao Sect in this sect competition!
Lin Dong’s victory was not like a glimmer of light, but more like the sun in the sky, completely dispelling the haze that had enveloped Dao Zong. In an irrefutable manner, he announced Dao Zong’s powerful return!
[The Dao Sect, once thought to be in decline and even on the verge of collapse, has, under his leadership, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, once again stood tall at the pinnacle of the Eastern Profound Realm, overlooking all living beings!]This battle laid the foundation for Dao Zong’s next hundred years.
This battle also made Lin Dong’s name resound throughout the entire Eastern Xuan Territory.
The long-suppressed sense of shared hatred and the passion and enthusiasm for fighting for the sect’s honor were completely ignited at the moment of victory.
The atmosphere in the entire stadium reached its climax, and countless Dao Sect disciples burst into earth-shaking cheers.
They jumped, hugged each other, tears streaming down their faces, and their voices gathered into an unstoppable torrent, sweeping across the world like a tsunami!
This is the joy of victory, this is the glory that belongs to Dao Zong.
Within Dao Sect, all the disciples, no matter old or new, watched the glorious moment of the sect competition that year on the sky screen, and they were all trembling with excitement and cheering loudly.
That sense of pride, that feeling of being proud, is as if returning to that moment when the blood was boiling and witnessing a miracle!
Everyone’s face was filled with pride.
In sharp contrast are the disciples of Yuanmen.
They watched as their own leader was defeated and the dignity of their sect was destroyed, and it was as if all their strength and energy were drained away.
His face was pale and his eyes were empty, like dead ashes, without any trace of his former arrogance.
The former glory now seems more like a joke.
[The winner is the king, the loser is the enemy. This is the eternal, bloody and cruel law of the world of cultivation! ]Dao Zong used their unrivaled strength and Lin Dong’s stunning performance to slap their former betrayers in the face, earning the heartfelt honor and respect of the entire Eastern Xuan Territory!
They proved that justice may be late, but it will never be absent.
Deep in the Xingyun Pavilion, Xiao Yan sat cross-legged, looking deeply at the scene in the sky where the Dao Sect disciples were fighting bloody battles for the honor of the sect.
His mind was deeply moved, as if he saw his own shadow from the past.
He recalled his experience at the Alchemy Conference, where he faced numerous powerful enemies and still managed to turn the tide with his own strength, winning back supreme honor for Xingyun Pavilion and Yao Lao.
The hardship and glory of that moment were so similar to the scene in the sky.
His heart was also filled with excitement, and the passion that had been dormant for a long time seemed to be ignited again.
This kind of scene of striving hard for collective honor and the prosperity of the sect, at all costs, always easily ignites the most passionate and pure emotions deep in people’s hearts.
[It makes people deeply feel the infinite power that can be unleashed by unity, and the profound and extraordinary significance behind unremitting struggle!]Individual strength is certainly important, but collective glory can often better inspire people’s potential.
The stars change the world, the Qianlong Continent.
Qin Yu looked up at the sky, and saw the scene in which the major sects clashed fiercely for their own honor and survival, and the disciples shed their blood. He was deeply moved.
His eyes were full of understanding and recognition.
He had also worked hard day and night for the rise of Yunwu Villa and the honor of the Qin family, never slacking off for even a moment.
He deeply understood the passionate desire to fight for the collective, for the family, and for the honor of the sect.
This cohesive force, born from a sense of belonging and responsibility, can often unleash a tremendous force beyond anyone’s imagination in desperate situations, even rewriting one’s destiny!
Personal struggle and collective destiny are intertwined at this moment.
Above the sky, the scene shifted to a vast, bustling square filled with a competitive atmosphere! Countless young figures gathered there, dressed in a variety of colors, representing the glory of the major sects in the Eastern Xuan Territory. The air was filled with a sense of awe! This was the Eastern Xuan Territory’s once-a-century sect competition, a competition that determined the status and prestige of each sect!
Facing the Yuan Sect, a sect that once betrayed Dao Sect but is now incredibly powerful and constantly provoking and suppressing them, Dao Sect disciples are filled with rage and resentment! They are united and vow to strike back at Yuan Sect with all their might in this sect competition, reclaiming the glory that belongs to Dao Sect!
Under Lin Dong’s leadership, the younger generation of Dao Sect demonstrated astonishing strength and potential! Trusting and cooperating with one another, they unleashed the powerful martial arts inherited from Dao Sect to their full potential, like razor-sharp swords, tearing through the defenses of Yuan Sect disciples time and time again!
Those Yuan Sect’s once-arrogant prodigies, who boasted themselves as the leaders of the younger generation in the Eastern Xuan Territory, were like straws in front of the Dao Sect disciples, and were defeated one after another! Even the Yuan Sect’s proud “Three Little Kings” tasted the bitter taste of defeat under the combined forces of Lin Dong and others!
This is a fierce battle that concerns the honor and disgrace of the sect! The disciples of Dao Sect bear the expectations and dignity of the sect. They fight hard, shed sweat and blood, just to defend the glory of Dao Sect!
In the end, everyone’s attention focused on Lin Dong and Yuan Cang, the head of the Yuan Sect! This was a peak showdown between the younger generation, and a crucial battle that would determine the future of both sects!
Under the gazes of countless people, Lin Dong displayed a maturity and strength beyond his years! He integrated all he had learned into his mind, and every gesture and movement embodied terrifying power! Ultimately, with his unwavering will and immense strength, he defeated the wily Yuan Sect leader, Yuan Cang, head-on, securing the Dao Sect the final victory in the sect competition!
Lin Dong’s victory, like a flash of lightning piercing the darkness, completely announced the Dao Sect’s powerful return! Under his leadership, the once declining Dao Sect once again stood at the pinnacle of the Eastern Xuan Territory!
The passion and enthusiasm of fighting for the sect’s honor, a shared hatred for the enemy, instantly ignited the entire arena like a volcanic eruption! Countless Dao Sect disciples cheered with joy, and the sound waves swept across the world like a tsunami!
The Dao Sect’s disciples watched the glorious moment of the sect competition in the sky, all cheering loudly, as if they had returned to that proud and exciting moment! However, the Yuan Sect’s disciples seemed to have lost all their strength, their faces ashen and dead.
The victor is king, the loser is a bandit. This is the eternal and cruel law of the world of cultivation! Dao Zong used their strength to slap the face of their former betrayers and won the glory and respect that belonged to them!
Xiao Yan, who was in Xingyun Pavilion, looked at the scene of Dao Sect disciples fighting for the honor of the sect in the sky. He couldn’t help but recall his experience of turning the tide at the alchemy conference and winning honor for Xingyun Pavilion. His heart was surging and his blood was boiling.
This kind of scene of striving hard for collective honor always ignites the most passionate emotions in people’s hearts, making them feel the power of unity and the meaning of struggle!
Qin Yu was deeply moved as he watched the scene of the sects fighting for honor in the sky.
He had once diligently cultivated for the honor of his family, and he deeply understood the feeling of striving for collective honor. This kind of cohesion can often unleash unimaginable power!
Chapter 22: The Demon Returns! Dao Sect Elders Burn Their Own Life to Give Lin Dong a Chance of Survival! (Old Version)
Above the sky, the joy of victory in the sect competition was like a thin mist that had not yet completely dissipated.
The warmth brought by that glory still flows in everyone’s hearts.
However, a gloomy and malicious aura, more biting than the icicles in the cold winter, seeped in silently.
It was like a long-dormant poisonous snake that suddenly woke up and spit out its deadly tongue.
This evil once again enveloped the martial realm.
Peace is so short-lived.
Peace is so fragile, like glass that breaks at the touch of a finger.
[The Yuan Sect, which once fought alongside Dao Zong, has secretly colluded with alien demons from outside the domain in pursuit of greater power, attempting to overthrow the rule of the entire Dongxuan Domain!]Yuanmen, former comrade-in-arms, has now chosen to betray.
Their desire for power transcends all morality.
They secretly reached an agreement with the alien demons from outside the domain, which was a contract to sell their souls.
Their goal is to overthrow the existing order of the entire Dongxuan Territory.
Faced with this sudden betrayal and the crisis that was about to come, Dao Zong stepped forward.
In order to protect hundreds of millions of innocent lives, they chose to stand at the forefront again.
They resolutely became the first and most important line of defense against the demons.
This line of defense must be built with flesh and blood.
In the picture, the terrifyingly powerful Demon King appeared.
He led countless ferocious demons, like a black tide, surging forward, determined to devour everything.
The demons had twisted forms and emitted a disgusting evil aura.
And the former ally Yuanmen has now completely torn off its disguise.
They bared their fangs, which were even more ferocious than those of the alien demons, and colluded with them.
Together they launched a fierce attack on Dao Zong. The sharp blade of betrayal always hurts the most.
Faced with such a powerful enemy and the betrayal of their former comrades, the elders of Dao Zong were as clear as a mirror.
They know very well that the younger generation is the hope for the future of Wujing.
Disciples like Lin Dong possess unlimited potential; they are the sparks of the future.
In order to protect these fires and give them more time to grow, the elders made a decision.
The elders who had guarded Dao Sect for countless years resolutely made an extremely tragic decision.
They chose to burn their lives to illuminate the way forward for future generations.
They are like meteors that streak through the eternal night, bursting out with brilliant but short-lived light.
That light is the final swan song of life.
They condensed their lifelong cultivation in an instant and transformed it into the most powerful attack.
They were not afraid at all and rushed towards the Demon King whose strength was unfathomable.
Without hesitation, they killed the Yuanmen traitors who betrayed the sect.
They used their lives to fight for a glimmer of hope for future generations, that slim but extremely precious hope.
Their sacrifice was so tragic, yet so great! They used their lives to embody the Dao Zong’s will to protect the people, passed down from generation to generation!
This sacrifice is so heavy that it makes it hard to breathe.
This sacrifice is so noble that it is admirable.
Their flesh and blood have created an immortal monument.
The protective will inherited from Dao Zong burned to its climax at this moment.
“Disciples of Dao Sect, fight to the death and never retreat!”
Those shouts were full of determination.
Those shouts were full of tragedy and grandeur.
The sound was like thunder, resounding through the sky and echoing throughout the entire martial arts realm for a long time.
Every word is of great weight.
[This is Dao Zong’s vow to never surrender! No matter how great the cost, they will never retreat and will never allow the iron hoofs of the alien demons to trample upon their homeland!]This oath was forged with life and blood.
They would rather die standing than live on their knees.
They will not give up an inch of their homeland.
The iron hoof of the alien demon will never take a single step forward.
In the world of Martial Universe, Dao Zong.
Inside the mountain gate, the atmosphere was solemn and murderous.
Countless Dao Sect disciples looked up at the sky, watching the elders burning their lives and perishing together with the enemy.
Their vision blurred and tears were already flowing out uncontrollably.
The grief-stricken emotions overwhelmed everyone like a tsunami.
They all knelt on the ground, facing the heroic figures in the sky.
They paid the highest tribute to the heroes who sacrificed their lives to protect them.
Every time I kowtow, I am filled with heavy grief.
Lin Dong clenched his fists.
The nails dug deep into the palms, piercing the skin.
Bright red blood dripped down, but he was completely unaware.
There were no tears in his eyes, only raging rage.
That rage seemed to burn the entire world.
There was a deep murderous intent in his eyes, as cold as ten thousand year old black ice.
This hatred and this sorrow will burn in his heart like a fire that will never be extinguished.
This flame will become his inexhaustible motivation to keep moving forward and become stronger.
He swore silently to the sky.
He would never let the elders’ sacrifice go to waste.
He wanted to personally eliminate those demons and traitors completely, leaving no one alive.
This oath is heavier than the mountains.
Perfect World, the ruins of an ancient battlefield.
The broken walls and ruins tell of the tragedy of the past.
The beautiful figure of the Willow Goddess stood quietly, her clothes fluttering in the wind.
She looked at the tragic sacrifice of the Dao Sect elders in the sky, a scene that shook the world.
A rare slight sigh flashed across her cold eyes that seemed to see through everything in the world.
This sigh is heavier than words.
She had witnessed countless ups and downs, honors and disgraces, and countless sacrifices made to protect their country. This selfless dedication to future generations and their homeland stirred a ripple in her heart.
She had seen so much sacrifice, so much that it had become numb.
But at this moment, a stone was still thrown into the lake of her heart.
For the sake of future generations and for the sake of homeland, this kind of selfless dedication and this kind of pure emotion can always touch the deepest part of life.
The world of Linglong, the lighthouse control room.
The cold metal gleamed faintly, and the data on the screen kept jumping.
The warriors on the lighthouse gathered in front of the screen.
They looked at the Dao Sect elders whose lives were burning in the sky with serious eyes.
Their breathing slowed down involuntarily.
They seemed to see their former selves and the countless companions who resolutely died in order to protect the last hope of mankind – the lighthouse.
Those familiar faces flashed before my eyes.
[In order to protect their last homeland and the fragile lives behind them, they once made the same choice, turning their lives into a barrier to block the enemy’s advance.]Their home is a cold beacon.
Behind them is the last hope of mankind.
Like the elders, they had once used their flesh and blood to build a line of defense.
They are extremely familiar with this choice, and it is also extremely painful.
That determination and that tragic feeling spanned the world and resonated with people.
Above the sky, the joy and glory brought by the victory in the sect competition had not yet completely dissipated. A gloomy and evil aura, like a dormant venomous snake, once again enveloped the martial realm, which had been gradually returning to peace! Peace was so short-lived and fragile!
The Yuan Sect, which once fought alongside Dao Zong, has secretly colluded with alien demons in pursuit of greater power, attempting to overthrow the rule of the entire Dongxuan Territory! Faced with this sudden betrayal and crisis, Dao Zong once again resolutely stood at the forefront of the fight against the alien demons to protect billions of innocent lives!
In the scene, the powerful Demon King, accompanied by countless ferocious demons, surged forward like a black tide! Meanwhile, the former allies, the Yuan Sect, now bared their ferocious fangs and, together with the demons, launched a fierce attack on Dao Zong!
Faced with such a formidable foe, the Dao Sect’s elders knew that the younger generation held the true hope for the future of the martial realm! To protect Lin Dong and other disciples with boundless potential, and to buy them more time to grow, the elders who had guarded the Dao Sect for countless years resolutely made a tragic decision—to burn their own lives!
They were like meteors that streaked through the darkness, bursting out with brilliant but short-lived light, transforming their lifelong cultivation into the most powerful attack, and fearlessly charging towards the powerful Demon King and Yuanmen traitors, using their own lives to fight for a glimmer of hope for future generations!
“Disciples of Dao Sect, fight to the death!” Those cries filled with determination and tragic heroism resounded through the sky like thunder, echoing throughout the entire martial world!
Countless Dao Sect disciples watched as the elders, burning their lives and perishing alongside their enemies, were already in tears, grief-stricken! They knelt on the ground, paying their highest respects to the heroes who had sacrificed their lives to protect them!
Lin Dong clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and he was completely unaware of the blood dripping! His eyes were filled with raging rage and deep murderous intent!
This hatred, this grief, will burn like a raging fire in his heart, becoming his inexhaustible motivation to keep moving forward and become even stronger! He swore that he would never let the elders’ sacrifice go to waste, and he would personally wipe out those alien demons and traitors completely!
The beautiful figure of Willow God stood quietly, watching the tragic sacrifice of the Dao Sect elders in the sky. A rare sigh flashed in her cold eyes.
The soldiers on the lighthouse looked at the Dao Sect elders who were burning their lives in the sky. They seemed to see countless companions who had resolutely died to protect the last hope of mankind – the lighthouse.
Chapter 23: The heir of the Martial Ancestor returns! Lin Dong gathers the eight ancestral symbols, and Dao Zong takes up the banner of fighting against demons! (Old version)
The seed called “protection” quietly took root and quickly sprouted in the hearts of countless creatures in the heavens and all worlds.
It draws nourishment from the tragic brilliance that blossomed when the Dao Sect elders sacrificed themselves, as well as Lin Dong’s resolute oath.
This seed has already sprouted in the hearts of some determined people, showing vigorous vitality.
Above the sky, light and shadow change, and the picture once again focuses on the world of Martial Universe.
The figure of the young boy who once looked a little immature in Qingyang Town has now been carved into clear outlines by endless hardships and blood and fire.
He, Lin Dong, has transformed into a young man with eyes as firm as an eternal rock and a body as straight as a pillar supporting the sky!
He stood quietly, but his body was surrounded by a mysterious force that was both powerful and profound.
That is the vicissitudes of life calling from the ancient times.
It is engraved in the deepest part of the blood and is the glorious inheritance of the Martial Ancestor!
The dark light of the Devouring Ancestral Talisman swirled in his palm, like a bottomless black hole capable of swallowing everything in the world, preventing even the slightest light from escaping.
The extreme chill of the Ice Ancestral Talisman emanated from within his body. Wherever it passed, the air condensed, and the void seemed to be completely frozen into eternal crystals.
The violent lightning of the Thunder Ancestral Talisman flickered and danced across his body, each tiny arc of electricity containing terrifying power capable of tearing through the heavens and destroying all things…
After enduring countless near-death trials and struggling for survival in countless desperate situations, Lin Dong finally recovered the eight ancestral talismans scattered across heaven and earth, and completely mastered their power!
This immense power, powerful enough to shake the universe and overturn the world, is now concentrated in him alone, causing his strength to surge dramatically. He has become the most solid and dazzling pillar of support for the entire martial realm in its fight against the alien demon army!
And Dao Zong, because of the existence of Lin Dong, the true successor of the Martial Ancestor, and his unwavering determination to protect the Martial Realm and fight against the alien demons, naturally became the core force for the entire Martial Realm to unite and fight against the alien demons!
Countless righteous sects that had once struggled and barely survived under the ferocious iron hoofs of the demons now responded to the call of Dao Zong.
They are like the trickles of water that the dry land longs for, flowing from all directions into Dao Zong, the vast ocean that symbolizes hope and protection.
They gathered under Dao Zong’s flag that fluttered in the wind, symbolizing indomitable spirit and resistance!
【A single spark can start a prairie fire! 】
Lin Dong’s powerful rise and the unparalleled fighting power he displayed were like a sharp sword that tore through the endless darkness, instantly igniting the fire of hope for resistance against the alien demons in the hearts of all living beings in the entire Martial Realm, which had been suppressed for too long!
[The countless rages suppressed deep within their hearts, the countless roars of unwillingness to surrender, and the countless deep hatreds towards the alien demons, all transformed into a blazing, boundless fighting spirit at this moment!]A huge alliance with Dao Zong as its absolute core and its only goal of completely eliminating all invading foreign demons and protecting the ultimate peace of the martial world is gradually forming at an astonishing speed and growing stronger day by day!
Countless powerful people who once lived in seclusion or kept to themselves now came out from their respective places of practice and gathered here.
They put aside all the grudges and conflicts that may have existed in the past, and only the determination to share a common hatred for the enemy remained in their hearts.
They fought side by side for the same lofty goal, sharing life and death!
[Uniting all forces that can be united, consolidating all wills that can be united, this has always been the key to defeating seemingly invincible and powerful enemies! ]Under Lin Dong’s personal leadership and inspiration, the power of the entire martial realm was unprecedentedly condensed, forming a terrifying torrent of power that was unprecedentedly powerful, enough to confront the ferocious alien demon head-on!
In the world of Martial Universe, within the Dao Sect.
Ling Qingzhu was dressed in a simple and elegant white dress, with a temperament as cold and clear as the dark moon in the sky. At this moment, she was gazing at the young man’s figure in the sky, whose brilliance was so great that it made the heaven and the earth pale in comparison. Her clear eyes were filled with unconcealable pride and love as deep as the sea.
Ying Huanhuan was still wearing a gorgeous red dress, like a burning flame, and her lively and pretty face was now filled with pride and strong love.
They, as well as many other women who silently supported Lin Dong, all focused their attention on the sky.
He is not only their unique hero.
It is also the only hope that the entire martial arts world has been eagerly waiting for in the darkness!
[He perfectly demonstrated this through his repeated bloody battles and his ever-increasing terrifying strength.][He, Lin Dong, is completely worthy of their unconditional devotion and the long years of waiting!][His upright spine carries the shaky future of the entire martial arts realm on his shoulders.][His resolute eyes also carry all their deepest expectations and endless longing! ]In the world of Fights Break Sphere, Canaan Academy, in the inner courtyard.
Xiao Yan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing deeply at the sky. He saw Lin Dong, the figure who had stepped forward bravely when the Wu Realm was facing a critical moment of life and death, and had single-handedly united the people’s hearts and become the recognized leader of the entire Wu Realm. He couldn’t help but nodded slightly, with a hint of understanding on the corner of his mouth.
An invisible flame quietly rose from his fingertips and then disappeared.
[He had experienced countless cruel trials between life and death, and had fought madly at all costs to protect the people and things that were extremely precious to him.][He understands better than anyone what a true leader means.][That requires not only extraordinary wisdom and foresight in daily life. ][In this critical moment of life and death, it is even more necessary to demonstrate the powerful strength to suppress everything and the unwavering determination.]Only in this way can we truly rally the people’s hearts and lead the countless people behind us to overcome all obstacles and ultimately achieve hard-earned victory.
In the world of Mortal Cultivation, inside a secluded cave filled with spiritual energy.
Han Li was still sitting cross-legged, with an ethereal aura around him. He calmly looked at the descendant of the Martial Ancestor in the sky, who possessed the power of the eight ancestral talismans and shone brightly, attracting countless powerful people to bow down to him. In his eyes, which seemed to have seen through the vicissitudes of life, a rare and subtle trace of deep thought flashed across his eyes.
With his vast experience accumulated over the years and his keen insight into the essence of things, he could clearly sense the immeasurable potential within Lin Dong.
[At such a young age, he possesses such a powerful force that is enough to change the world. Even more rare is his terrifying appeal, which can attract a large number of people with just a wave of his hand.][The future achievements of this descendant of the Martial Ancestor will probably far exceed everyone’s imagination, reaching an astonishing and limitless level!]Although this path is different from the immortal path he took, the core of pursuing ultimate power and protecting the obsession in one’s heart is somewhat similar.
Chapter 24 Dao Zong’s inventory is over! Guarding the martial realm for eternity, this is the true reputation and integrity! (Old version)
The eyes of countless beings in all the heavens and worlds were still immersed in the shocking scene that Lin Dong had just witnessed.
That strength and that responsibility moved countless strong people.
However, the sky is moving and the light and shadow are changing.
The previous excitement and passion have not yet completely subsided, and a new chapter has already begun.
Everyone’s attention was involuntarily drawn to the sky that was once again shining brightly.
The previous golden characters slowly disappeared, replaced by another scene.
It was an ancient and solemn Taoist mountain gate.
The mountain path paved with bluestone winds upward, as if leading to the clouds.
Behind the mountain gate, there are palaces and pavilions stacked up layer upon layer, which are magnificent.
Countless Dao Sect disciples were wearing armor that shone with cold light.
They held sharp weapons in their hands.
Each figure was as steady as a mountain, ready for battle.
Their eyes are as sharp as hawks, looking firmly into the distance.
In the distance, there is a dark sky shrouded in thick demonic energy.
The demonic energy surged, emitting a heart-pounding evil aura, which formed a sharp contrast with the solemnity of the Taoist sect’s mountain gate.
The figures of Dao Zong’s disciples are like a solid fortress protecting our homeland. Even if there are tens of thousands of people against us, we will still go forward.
The mountain wind blew, lifting their clothes and battle flags, making rustling sounds, adding a bit of desolation.
[The Dao Sect may not be the most powerful sect in the martial realm.][But it is definitely one of the most courageous sects in this land, and one that deserves the respect of all living beings! ]Lines of clear words appeared on the sky, carrying a heavy weight.
【From the ancient times, the ancestor of the talisman burned the cycle of reincarnation and made a tragic sacrifice, what a resolute will it was. 】
[To protect the martial realm, the disciples of Dao Sect throughout the generations have fought bravely and bloodily, never retreating.][They used their blood and their lives to firmly fulfill their oath to protect this land.][Protecting billions of lives is a belief ingrained in their bones! ][The Dao Sect’s disciples, fighting to the death, never retreating, are like immortal monuments, standing tall in the long river of martial arts history.][This spirit will be passed down forever, inspiring generations of martial realm beings.][In order to protect their common home, for that peace and hope, they will fight the invading demons until the last moment! ][Until the last drop of blood is shed! ]The words on the sky are like a slowly flowing river, and each word contains endless stories and sacrifices.
Eventually, these words disappeared quietly.
Only the line of golden characters that once shook the heavens and still exudes an indomitable will remains.
The line of words also began to gradually dim, its light became introverted, and finally merged into the endless void, but its spirit was imprinted in the hearts of every audience.
The magnificent voice sounded again, announcing the end of a paragraph.
[TOP8——Dao Zong Chapter, the review ends! ]As the final announcement fell from the sky.
The hearts of countless beings in all the heavens and worlds are deeply touched by Dao Zong’s pure dedication to protection and his tragic spirit of sacrifice.
A sincere feeling of admiration crossed the barriers of the world and was quietly transmitted between different planes and different races.
They may not understand the specific rules of the martial realm, nor do they understand the horror of the demons.
But they can feel the determination to protect and the courage to do anything.
[This kind of organization exists to protect a certain world and to bless countless lives, no matter which world it is in.][No matter what their beliefs are, they deserve the respect and praise from all living beings with conscience! ][Their existence itself is a kind of light, illuminating the darkness and guiding the way! ]The atmosphere became extremely solemn at this moment.
Countless beings in the martial realm, whether they were ordinary people who had been able to breathe under the protection of Dao Sect, or the knowledgeable and powerful people in the major sects.
At this moment, they all bowed deeply in the direction of Dao Zong’s mountain gate.
This bow is to express their highest and most sincere respect!
The Dao Sect disciples’ eyes were filled with tears, and their hearts were filled with indescribable pride and responsibility.
They felt the recognition from the entire martial world and even from all the heavens and worlds.
[The spirit of Dao Zong will be like a light that never goes out, forever illuminating their path.][This spirit will inspire them to protect this hard-earned tranquility and peace.][We will fight to the end against all evil forces that dare to invade our homeland, and we will never compromise!][The martial realm is immortal, the Dao Sect is indestructible! ]On the city wall, the wind was blowing fiercely, fluttering the tattered battle flags.
Shi Hao stood alone, his hair slightly disheveled by the wind, his deep eyes staring at the gradually disappearing words on the sky.
Dao Zong.
These two words resonated strongly in his heart.
His whole life was a battle of blood and fire. He shed blood to protect the nine heavens and ten earths, and to protect everything he cherished.
After walking out of the wilderness and experiencing countless life and death disasters, he never retreated.
The word “protection” is as heavy as Mount Tai, and behind it are endless blood and sacrifices.
Dao Zong, an organization that is willing to sacrifice everything to protect a piece of heaven and earth and pass on its aspirations from generation to generation, made him see the true character of a strong person.
That unshakable sense of responsibility is so similar to the mission he shoulders.
He could better understand the tragic heroism of doing something even though he knew it was impossible, and the determination of going forward even if there were thousands of people against him.
This spirit is indispensable to any world that one desires to protect.
[He spent his entire life fighting to protect the people he loved and to protect this broken world.]He understands the meaning of protection better than many people, and understands the difficulty of protection better.
[The Dao Sect, an organization that has fought for generations to protect a piece of heaven and earth and passed down the torch, made him see the responsibility and the heavy responsibility that a true strong person should have!][This is a greatness that transcends mere strength! ]In all the heavens and worlds, in countless audience seats.
At this moment, the atmosphere reached a new level of enthusiasm.
After witnessing Dao Zong’s greatness and moving sacrifice.
Countless viewers are full of unprecedented expectations for the upcoming [TOP7].
The previous admiration for Lin Dong as an individual has now expanded to a yearning for this great organization.
A sect that merely guards a continent possesses such awe-inspiring style and heritage.
Its spiritual radiance can even penetrate the barriers of the planes and move the heavens.
So, how terrifying and extraordinary will the organization that is about to appear be?
What kind of powerful strength and unfathomable background will they possess that can influence the structure of billions of planes?
Do they exist for the same purpose of protection? Or do they exist for conquest and glory?
Or does it have a more mysterious and grand goal?
Everyone’s heart is filled with curiosity and speculation, and discussions are heard one after another, echoing in every corner of the world.
Countless pairs of eyes were staring at the sky, afraid of missing any detail of the scene.
That expectation almost ignited the void.
Chapter 25: Soul Society’s Gotei 13, Zanpakutō Bankai ignites the crowd! (Old Version)
Above the sky, the warmth of protection and sacrifice brought by Dao Zong is still flowing in everyone’s hearts.
That feeling, like the warm sun in winter, dispelled the haze in many people’s hearts.
However, this warmth has not yet completely settled.
A brand new breath, cold and sharp, suddenly swept across the heavens and the world.
This aura is completely different from Dao Zong’s gentleness.
The golden light flashed again, more dazzling than before.
Wrapped in it is a suffocating solemnity and majesty.
There is also an absolute tranquility that transcends life and death.
An indescribable sense of the supernatural.
A strong sense of death quietly permeates the air.
From the depths of the souls of countless creatures, there came an uncontrollable throbbing.
It was not excitement, but a kind of awe that came from the instinct of life.
It was as if facing some supreme judge.
My previous admiration for Dao Zong was a heartfelt recognition.
The throbbing at this moment is accompanied by a hint of cold shudder.
The ancient golden title, exuding supreme majesty, was once again engraved on the sky.
Every word seemed to carry a heavy weight.
Afterwards, a subtitle full of mystery and power clearly appeared in the eyes of billions of creatures.
The font was sharper than Dao Zong’s introduction.
[TOP7: The abode of souls, the center of reincarnation, the swordsman group that protects the balance of the three realms – Soul Society, Gotei 13! ]As soon as the subtitle came out, an uproar broke out in the heavens and the world.
The shock was far greater than before.
“Soul Society”?
This word carries the coldness of death.
“grim Reaper”?
That is the existence that controls the end.
“Zanpakuto”?
A weapon that can even sever souls.
These words, which are extremely unfamiliar to most of the world, carry a devastating impact.
They instantly tore apart the tranquility and aroused unprecedented curiosity among countless creatures.
There is also a deep sense of awe that arises from the depths of my soul.
The declaration of “protecting the balance of the three realms” is not as specific as Dao Zong’s protection of a continent.
The scope it refers to seems to be even broader.
Even more unimaginable.
This responsibility undoubtedly highlights the extraordinary status of the organization.
And that terrifying strength.
The next moment, the sky screen began to change.
A picture of ancient and grand buildings full of unique exotic style slowly unfolded before everyone’s eyes.
Those buildings are mostly made of wood with simple lines, but they exude an indescribable solemnity.
During this time, countless cherry blossom petals are flying all over the sky, which is extremely gorgeous.
Magnificent.
But beneath this extreme beauty, there lies a chilling and murderous aura that makes one’s heart tighten.
This is in stark contrast to the soft beauty of the cherry blossoms.
Countless figures, dressed in the same pure black close-fitting robes.
They all wore samurai swords of various shapes around their waists.
They moved swiftly and silently, as if blending into the shadows.
They moved through the huge complex.
Everyone’s eyes are extremely sharp, as if they can pierce through all illusions.
Their eyes were cold and focused.
They exude an elusive, yet extremely deep and heavy spiritual pressure.
This pressure even penetrated the sky, causing some creatures with weaker cultivation to feel difficulty breathing.
They are none other than the Shinigami from the mysterious Soul Society.
Their existence itself is a deterrent.
The world of death, Jinglingting.
This is the core area presented by the sky screen.
Inside the Seireitei, the magnificent complex of buildings located in the center of Soul Society, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
The captains of the Gotei 13.
Dear vice-captains.
And countless ordinary members of the Death God team were looking at the scene appearing on the sky with different expressions.
Some young reapers couldn’t help showing pride on their faces.
They are proud to be part of this great organization.
Some senior captains and vice-captains looked solemn.
They can feel more of the invisible pressure brought by this inventory.
I can better understand the heaviness behind the glory.
There were also several captains who enjoyed fighting, with a burning desire in their eyes.
They long to show the true power of the Soul Society’s Shinigami to all the heavens and worlds.
And that glory.
Their gazes seemed to penetrate the sky and compete with the strong ones in other worlds.
Standing in the front of all the Shinigami was an old man who was not very tall but seemed to be supporting the entire sky of Soul Society.
His hair and beard were all white, and his face was covered with wrinkles.
He still exuded an unfathomable, heart-pounding, terrifying aura.
The captain-general, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, closed his eyes slightly at this moment.
He said nothing.
It was as if quietly recalling the countless long history of Soul Society.
And the heavy responsibility of protecting balance that generations of Death Gods shoulder.
His silence carries more weight than any words.
After the Battle of the Valley of the End, the village is in a delicate period of peace.
Uzumaki Naruto was gathered with Kakashi and Sakura.
They looked at the warriors in the sky who could control the power of souls.
The warriors fight with strange weapons called “Zanpakuto”.
Naruto’s face was full of surprise.
A bit more exciting.
“Wow! Can souls be used in battle?”
“That’s so cool, isn’t it?”
Uchiha Sasuke stood alone.
There was a gleam of light in that samsara eye.
He showed an interest far beyond that of ordinary people in this power system that directly affects the soul.
This fighting style is centered around the soul.
A power driven by spiritual energy.
For these ninjas who were used to refining chakra, it was undoubtedly like opening a door to a new and unknown realm.
They use ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu.
Chakras are body energies.
There is also a combination of spiritual energy.
And this pure soul power seems to be more essential.
It’s also more mysterious.
In the world of Mortal Cultivation, in the human world, there is an inconspicuous cave.
Han Li, who was practicing diligently in the simple cave, also paused his practice at this moment.
He tried to reach a higher level.
He raised his head, gazing deeply at the souls of those beings whose bodies had left their bodies in the sky.
Those lives known as “Death Gods”.
They can actually possess such powerful combat power in the form of souls.
His combat power even far exceeds that of many cultivators of the same level.
His eyes flickered.
My heart was filled with indescribable surprise.
A strong desire to explore has emerged.
Those who practice Taoism seek the immortality of their soul.
But the way of fighting this kind of soul seems to be fundamentally different.
[How can a soul separated from the body possess such powerful strength? ]Han Li pondered in his heart.
[Furthermore, they seem to have formed such a large and well-organized force!][This is completely different from independent cultivators or those from small families.][It seems that the training system of Soul Society is truly unique.][It has a completely different and profound meaning from the path we cultivators take.]【There are endless mysteries! 】
His interest in this system instantly reached its peak.
Chapter 26: Daily life in the Seireitei? No, it’s the cruel trials and strict hierarchy of the Death Gods! (Old version)
Han Li’s interest in the Soul Society’s training system has reached its peak.
He held his breath and continued to pay attention to every detail of the sky.
It seems to be responding to the curiosity and exploration of countless creatures in the heavens and all worlds.
The scene suddenly zoomed in, showing in detail the magnificent scene of the Seireitei, the headquarters of the Gotei 13.
The ancient buildings are endless, like a sleeping dragon, winding and entwined.
Each palace exudes a distant and solemn atmosphere, with green tiles covering the layered eaves and exquisite carved railings surrounding the white jade bricks.
It is dotted with countless carefully maintained courtyards.
Under the cherry trees, pink and white petals drifted down in the wind like fine snow, adding a touch of tranquility and poetry to this solemn place.
However, beneath this seemingly peaceful and tranquil scene, there lies a terrifying and overwhelming spiritual pressure.
The air is filled with extremely pure spirit particles.
[The Jingling Court, on the surface, is the final resting place and paradise for countless dead souls, enjoying the peace after death.][But its essence is the most solid and core central fortress for the Death Gods who protect the three realms! ][To become a member of this fortress, to become a true god of death capable of protecting the balance of the three realms, the tests you must go through are far more rigorous and cruel than you can imagine!]The scene suddenly switched.
The camera goes deep into the interior of the Seireitei and comes to a special academy with a completely different atmosphere from other areas – the Maou Spiritual Academy.
There is no tranquility and solemnity like other places in Jinglingting.
Instead, it is filled with the restlessness unique to young souls and the sweat shed for dreams.
Countless young souls gathered here.
Their eyes sparkled with longing for the future, mixed with anxiety about unknown challenges.
What they clutched tightly in their hands was the standard Zanpakutō, the Asauchi, whose true name had yet to be released.
Under the stern gaze of the instructors, who seemed intimidating without being angry, they repeated the seemingly boring basic training over and over again.
Every swing of the sword technique brings with it a sharp sound of breaking through the air, striving for accuracy and swiftness.
Bai Da’s fists and kicks clashed, leaving blurry afterimages in the air, testing the limits of his body.
The extreme training of instant steps turned their figures into elusive streams of light on the vast training ground, pursuing the ultimate speed and strange steps.
The chanting of ghosts rose one after another. Every successful release of those obscure spells was accompanied by a huge consumption of one’s own spiritual power and a high degree of mental concentration.
[The narration on the screen clearly explains: “The art of slashing is the great way of the sword, the pursuit of the ultimate in slashing and stabbing skills.”][Bai Da is a bare-handed fighting technique that uses the body as a weapon to hone one’s physique and fighting skills.][Instant Step is a high-speed movement technique that appears and disappears mysteriously, allowing one to move in a fraction of a second and dart across the battlefield.][The Ghost Path is a method of harnessing spiritual energy to unleash powerful spells. It is divided into the Binding Path and the Breaking Path, and its power is immense.][These are the four basic skills that constitute a Death God’s combat effectiveness.]Only those who, in the brutal competition day after day, year after year, rely on their powerful spiritual pressure far exceeding that of ordinary people, their exceptional talent, and their unbreakable will as strong as steel, can finally stand out from the countless competitors.
Only they can obtain that precious diploma and knock on the heavy door to the Gotei 13.
[However, successful graduation is not the pinnacle of glory.][That simply means that they have gained the initial qualifications to step onto the real battlefield and face the test of life and death.][Tianmu’s voice continued: Successfully joining the Gotei 13 doesn’t mean you can rest easy. It’s a brand new beginning, even more cruel, but also more glorious.]Within the Gotei 13, the hierarchy is strict.
It is like a huge gear with layers of interlocking and incredible precision.
It operates efficiently and ruthlessly, upholding the order of the entire Soul Society.
Starting from the lowest level ordinary soldiers.
They are the most basic bricks and stones that constitute this huge combat organization. They are unknown but indispensable.
They need to accumulate merit through countless patrols, missions and possible battles.
Honing one’s skills on the brink of life and death.
There is only a faint hope of being promoted to a senior official with a certain status and title.
Every officer possesses strength far beyond that of ordinary soldiers.
They also hold the command authority and responsibilities corresponding to their seats.
Going up further up are the vice-captains of each squad.
They are the right-hand men of their respective captains and the actual executors and coordinators of team affairs.
Not only is he strong enough to stand on his own,
It is also necessary to assist captains with different personalities in handling the complex daily affairs and emergencies within the team.
They are the backbone of the entire squad, connecting the upper and lower levels.
Standing at the top of all the Shinigami are the thirteen captain-level Shinigami who lead their respective squads and whose reputations resound throughout the three realms!
Any one of them possesses terrifying power that is enough to easily turn the tide of a large-scale war.
The best among them even possess the terrifying power to destroy stars with just a wave of their hands!
[The voice of the narrator is solemn: Each level of advancement represents a qualitative change in the Shinigami’s spiritual pressure and a leap forward in combat skills.][It also means that the responsibilities they shoulder will grow exponentially.][What they have to protect is no longer just their companions and the honor of their squad. ]【It is also the safety of the entire Soul Society, and even the extremely fragile balance between the real world and Hueco Mundo! 】
This seemingly cold and strict hierarchy ensures that the Gotei 13 can maintain efficient operation and strong execution in the face of any unexpected crisis.
[It is like an invisible spur, inspiring every Grim Reaper to face death head-on and never give up.][It inspires them to keep climbing, keep surpassing themselves, and keep becoming stronger.][In order to protect more souls, and to maintain the hard-earned balance and order of the Three Realms.]Under the sky, the eyes of countless death gods revealed complex and incomprehensible emotions.
Especially those Shinigami who had shed countless sweat in the Shino Spiritual Arts Academy, tried their best and even gambled their lives for an insignificant seat.
Their feelings were particularly profound.
Looking at the training scene above the sky that couldn’t be more familiar.
The harsh and inhuman scolding voice of the instructor seemed to ring in my ears again.
And the shouts of encouragement from classmates and friends when they are exhausted.
“It was truly… an unforgettable time.”
A senior Death God with a Seat Officer badge on his chest had a smile mixed with bitterness and nostalgia on his lips.
He subconsciously wiped the hilt of the Zanpakuto at his waist.
Those were extremely difficult yet extremely fulfilling years.
It is the furnace of blood and tears in which they transform from ignorant souls into a qualified god of death.
It is also the solid foundation of the powerful strength on which they now rely for survival and fighting.
In the world of Fights Break Sphere, Canaan Academy, inner courtyard.
Xiao Yan sat cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, gazing at the scene in the sky with sharp eyes.
When he saw the extremely cruel selection mechanism of the Maou Spiritual Arts Academy.
And the strict hierarchical and clear-cut system of the Gotei 13.
He nodded in agreement, a glimmer of understanding flashing in his dark eyes.
The same is true of the Canaan Academy where he is, and even the power structure of the entire Douqi Continent that he knows.
If you want to stand out, gain the respect of others and gain great power, you must go through the most severe and ruthless tests and screening.
Xiao Yan pondered in his heart.
[Whether it’s the brutal rank assessment at the Alchemist Conference or the endless competition and friction within the academy.]Only the truly strong, only those who possess exceptional talent and have put in a hundredfold effort, can overcome all obstacles, climb upward step by step, and ultimately stand at the pinnacle of the world’s attention.
[This system, although extremely cruel, has eliminated countless mediocre people.][It is also the most effective way to stimulate a person’s potential for survival and to select true pillars of society.]The Soul Society’s Shinigami organization possesses such awe-inspiring power and might, which is absolutely inseparable from its strict and efficient system.
In the perfect world, at the imperial border pass, on top of the city wall.
Shi Hao’s bronze upper body was naked, and his muscular body was glowing with a faint glow in the sunlight.
He looked at the Gotei 13’s clearly defined hierarchy and extremely clear rules and regulations under the sky.
His brows furrowed slightly inadvertently.
What he prefers is the freedom and heroism of settling scores, being unrestrained, and being able to sweep away everything with his absolute strength.
Too many rules and regulations, too complicated and cumbersome, will only restrain the hands and feet of the strong and dampen their spirit.
Shi Hao curled his lips and muttered in his heart.
In his opinion, a truly strong person should rely on his unyielding courage and amazing talent.
Go ahead and cut through the thorns and create an invincible path that truly belongs to you.
Instead of being restricted and defined by those layers of cold and rigid rules.
[The strong are respected, strength is supreme. This is the simplest, most direct, and most effective truth in the world.]This overly strict and detailed hierarchy may, to a certain extent, guarantee the stability and order of a large organization.
[But it is also very likely that it will invisibly erode the indomitable spirit of some exceptionally talented individuals.][It may even limit the complete explosion and sublimation of their own potential.]He is more inclined to, and believes more in, true heroes.
It was born naturally in the cruel tempering of blood and fire, in the repeated struggles of life and death.
Chapter 27: The myriad forms of Zanpakutō! Shikai Bankai, each one is a powerful weapon! (Old version)
Shi Hao’s thoughts were surging on the city wall of the Borderland Emperor’s Pass.
His understanding of the path to becoming strong forms a stark contrast to the Soul Society’s system as displayed on the sky screen.
Just as the powerful people from all the heavens and worlds fell into deep thought because of the completely different perceptions of Xiao Yan and Shi Hao.
The scene above the sky changed again, attracting everyone’s attention.
Mysterious rays of light flickered.
Countless shadows of swords and knives of various shapes appeared on it.
They exude completely different scents.
Some are so cold and murderous that they seem to be able to freeze the soul.
Some are as hot as fire, as if they are going to burn the whole world.
Some are strange and unpredictable, making people uneasy.
Each phantom of a sword seems to have an independent life.
This is the source of the power of the God of Death.
It is also the most direct embodiment of their souls – Zanpakutō.
[Zanpakutō is not an ordinary weapon forged by ordinary blacksmiths.][They are the embodiment of the soul power of the god of death itself, and they live and die together with the god of death, never separated.][Each Zanpakutō possesses an independent consciousness and unique special abilities.]Only through the two distinct stages of liberation, “Shikai” and “Bankai,” can a Zanpakutō truly reveal its terrifying power and shake the world.
In the picture on the sky curtain, one impressive Zanpakutō after another appeared.
They are like bright stars in the night sky.
It instantly illuminated the eyes of countless powerful people in the heavens and all realms.
The first thing that caught everyone’s eye was the Zanpakutō, Senbonzakura, owned by Byakuya Kuchiki, the captain of the Sixth Division.
In the picture, he has a stern expression and his movements are extremely elegant.
Gently swung the seemingly ordinary blade in his hand.
In an instant, countless tiny and sharp cherry blossom petals surged out like a summoned tide.
Those petals are extremely beautiful.
Each piece flashed with a deadly cold light.
They fly and circle, yet they contain deadly murderous intent that is enough to tear any enemy into pieces.
Beauty and killing blend perfectly at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, the scene switched.
The one who appeared on the stage was the Zanpakutō of the talented young captain of the 10th Division, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Hyorinmaru.
All I heard was a low command from him.
“Sit upright in the frost sky, Hyorinmaru!”
A huge dragon made of ice and snow appeared out of thin air.
The ice dragon let out a deafening roar.
Wherever its huge body passed, everything in the world was instantly frozen.
The air solidified.
Life is cut off.
Everything was covered with thick frost, turning into eternal ice sculptures.
The extremely cold area is daunting.
Then, the scene changes again.
A man with hideous scars all over his body and wild eyes appeared.
He is the captain of the 11th Division, Kenpachi Zaraki.
The Zanpakutō in his hand looked worn out and full of gaps – Nosai.
Even though no liberation has taken place yet.
It still exudes a sharp aura that makes people feel frightened from the bottom of their hearts.
Just a casual wave.
The terrifying sword pressure can easily cut through huge rock buildings.
Its destructive power is pure and direct.
However, this is only part of the power of Zanpakutō in its “Shikai” state.
Under the sky, those captain-level Shinigami with unfathomable strength shouted out “Bankai” in a deep voice.
The Zanpakutō in their hands truly unleashed its supreme power to destroy the world and subvert cognition.
That kind of power is enough to completely change the course of a battle.
It even displayed a terrifying power that was enough to overturn the entire battle situation.
Unohana Retsu, the captain of the 4th Division, has all the Bankai hidden under her gentle appearance.
The moment the blade was released, it turned into an endless ocean of blood.
The sticky blood surged, emitting an ominous smell.
It seemed to devour all living things and matter around it.
Extremely weird.
Extremely powerful.
And the captain of the 8th Division who always wears a bamboo hat and has a lazy look, Kyoraku Shunsui’s Bankai – Hanaten Kyōkotsu: Kusatsu no Shinsen.
Its abilities are incredible.
It actually materializes the rules of fairy tales into cruel real-life killings.
Once you fall into its rules, it is difficult to defend yourself.
It’s weird and unpredictable to the extreme.
If you are not careful, you will end up dead.
Finally, the picture freezes on the captain-general who stands at the top of all the Shinigami organizations, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.
Unimaginable spiritual pressure erupted from his old body.
The solution to the swastika is the residual fire sword.
Once activated, it is like the core of the sun descending to the earth.
The terrifying high temperature it emitted seemed to completely burn the entire Soul Society and even the surrounding space.
The devastating power was so strong that countless viewers felt suffocated and despaired.
Just by looking through the sky, one could feel the soul-scorching heat wave.
All the heavens and worlds.
Countless practitioners who use swords as weapons and knives as tools.
When they saw these strange and bizarre Zanpakuto that were extremely powerful and even had independent consciousness.
Their eyes couldn’t help revealing obsession and deep yearning.
Many of them spend their entire lives pursuing a magical weapon.
At this moment, they long to have such a sword that can resonate deeply with their souls.
And an exclusive weapon that can unleash such powerful force.
That is the highest realm that transcends ordinary weapons.
Uchiha Madara stood there, looking at the Zanpakuto with different abilities and shapes in the sky.
And the terrifying power displayed by the so-called “Bankai”.
He snorted coldly.
“Fancy stuff.”
“After all, it’s still not as powerful as my Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.”
However, in the deepest part of his pair of profound reincarnation eyes, a hint of solemnity flashed by imperceptibly.
Those forces that directly act on the soul and even change the rules forced him to take a closer look.
The world of swords comes, inside the academy.
Chen Pingan, a young man in white, was silently feeling the unique “meaning” contained in those Zanpakuto in the sky.
He was more concerned with the strange and close connection between the Shinigami and their Zanpakuto.
He seemed to be lost in thought.
It was as if he was trying to comprehend some kind of truth that could be applied to other situations from this new power system.
This may provide some inspiration for his future path in kendo.
In the world of One Piece, a certain sea area on the Grand Line.
On the deck of a pirate ship.
Roronoa Zoro, the three-sword swordsman, was looking up at the sky.
When he saw those powerful Shinigami wielding Zanpakuto of various shapes.
When such earth-shaking power erupts and cuts off all obstacles.
Beneath his iconic green hair, his eyes burned with a raging fighting spirit.
Wado Ichimonji on the waist.
The third generation of ghosts.
And Qiu Shui.
They were all trembling slightly and making a low humming sound.
It seemed as if it could feel the owner’s excitement.
He wished he could travel through time and space immediately.
Engage in a thrilling, regret-free life-and-death duel with these powerful swordsmen from another world.
That is what a swordsman pursues.
Chapter 28 Thirteen Captain-level Monsters! Old man Yamamoto’s cremation cannon with one sword, and the blue dye mirror flower water moon plays with people’s hearts! (Old version)
Zoro’s boiling fighting spirit seemed to tear the sky apart.
The three famous swords on his waist trembled violently according to the will of their master, making low hums of desire for battle.
The light and shadow on the sky remained unmoved and continued to flow slowly.
A new picture, with a more magnificent atmosphere, has already arrived under the gaze of all the heavens and worlds.
Above the sky, figures appeared one after another in the vision of all the heavens and worlds like stars cutting through the night sky.
They were surrounded by a powerful spiritual pressure that seemed to be a substance.
Just standing there, it feels like an unshakable mountain.
It exudes a terrifying pressure that makes one’s soul tremble.
They are none other than the captains of Soul Society’s Gotei 13.
[Every captain of the Gotei 13 was forged through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.][A top-tier warrior who stood out from countless Death Gods.]【They are the guardian gods of Jinglingting. 】
[It is a symbol of Soul Society’s power.][It is a terrifying existence that terrifies all enemies who dare to invade the Three Realms.]The first person who caught everyone’s eye was the old man with white hair and beard.
He held a seemingly ordinary cane, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he could see through everything in the world.
The commander-in-chief is Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.
He just lightly waved the flowing blade in his hand.
The bottom of the cane leaves a shallow pit in the ground.
A flame as hot as the core of the sun shot up into the sky, instantly engulfing everything in front of it.
The flame was not simply burning, but more like an extreme purification that would burn the heaven and earth to ashes.
[His Zanpakutō, Ryujin Jakka, is the oldest and most powerful fire-type Zanpakutō.][Its initial release possesses the terrifying power to burn everything.]【And the Bankai – Zanka no Tachi, has reached a terrifying level, enough to reduce the entire Soul Society to ashes.】
[His sword move, “Cremation Cannon,” is more than just a simple name for a move.]【Instead, he declared that any enemy who dared to offend him would be completely wiped out.】
[Not even a trace of the soul’s existence will be left.]Following closely behind was a man wearing black-framed glasses.
He has a gentle smile on his face and an elegant temperament.
Yet, inadvertently, it makes people feel an indescribable sense of unpredictability.
Captain of the 5th Division, Sosuke Aizen (early stage).
The Zanpakuto in his hand – Kyoka Suigetsu – was held quietly in his palm.
Under the moonlight that fell from somewhere, the blade flashed with an eerie light, as if it could absorb people’s minds.
[His Zanpakutō ability—complete hypnosis.][Once you witness the moment of his liberation, you will be forever under his control.]【He can perfectly control the target’s five senses.】
Let them see the sights, hear the sounds, smell the scents, taste the flavors, and feel the touches.
[These are nothing but flawless false illusions he carefully wove.][The depth of his wisdom far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people.][The sheer magnitude of his ambition is like a bottomless abyss, chilling and chilling.][Countless strong men, countless wise men, were played around with by him.][Even until the moment of death, one will not be able to realize that everything one has experienced is false.]Next, a woman with gentle eyes appeared in the picture.
She seemed to emanate a reassuring and healing aura.
But deep in those gentle eyes, there was a hint of murderous aura.
Unohana Retsu, captain of the 4th division.
Every move she made was filled with a unique rhythm that seemed to be able to heal all the pain.
But deep in her calm eyes, she hid an unimaginable, beast-like strength.
[Not only does she possess top-notch medical skills that are unrivaled in Soul Society, she can also bring the dead back to life.][He is also the first Kenpachi, one of the strongest swordsmen in the history of Soul Society.][Its true strength is unfathomable, like a bottomless abyss hidden by the calm sea.][Once the deliberately suppressed power is released, it will surely reveal a terrifying force that is enough to overturn the entire war situation.]Then, a man with elegant manners and noble temperament appeared in the picture.
He was wearing the haori of the captain of the Sixth Division, and had a cold expression, as if he didn’t care about anything.
Captain of the Sixth Division, Byakuya Kuchiki.
The Senbonzakura in his hand bloomed again in the sky.
Countless tiny blades reflected the light and turned into billions of cherry blossom petals.
beauty.
fatal.
Like the waltz of death, it reaped everything gracefully and cruelly.
A man with a frivolous smile and somewhat unruly behavior also appeared.
He wore a conical hat and a fancy female kimono and haori.
Captain of the 8th Division, Kyoraku Shunsui.
The Hua Tian Kuang bone in his hand turned into two swords, one large and one small.
Like two naughty but extremely dangerous children.
Laughing, dragging all unfortunate enemies into a cruel game full of death.
There is also that young, handsome, talented boy who already possesses powerful ice and snow powers.
The captain of the 10th Division, Hitsugaya Toushirou.
He frowned slightly, as if he always had a lot of worries.
The Binglunwan behind him let out a deafening dragon roar, and the shadow of a giant ice-blue dragon circled and roared.
Demonstrating terrifying power enough to freeze light and even solidify time.
Every captain-level Shinigami who appears is accompanied by their unique, breathtakingly powerful spiritual pressure fluctuations.
And a shocking and incredible display of moves.
The powerful people from all over the world were dazzled by it.
My mind was shaken violently.
It is hard for them to imagine, an organization, a force.
He is actually able to possess so many at the same time, and he is a top-level monster.
Such a background is so terrifying.
The captains looked at their own highlight moments on the sky with different expressions.
Some captains showed proud smiles on their faces, which was an affirmation of their own strength.
Some captains had distant gazes, as if they saw through the picture some past events worth remembering.
And Aizen Sosuke still had that mysterious smile on his face.
It seemed as if everything on the sky, whether praise or exposure, had already been calculated by him.
Everything is under control.
In the world of Fights Break Sphere, deep in the soul world.
Emperor Soul sat on the skeletal throne, gazing at the figure of Aizen Sosuke in the sky.
Especially the ability of Mirror Flowers and Water Moon to control the five senses, which made a hint of strong interest flash in his deep eyes.
This ability to silently distort other people’s cognition and manipulate their minds for one’s own benefit.
In his opinion, it was indeed quite interesting.
In certain circumstances, it is even more advanced than some of his Soul Clan’s secret techniques that directly attack the soul.
“Perfect hypnosis…”
Emperor Hun Tian muttered to himself.
“If we can integrate this into the methods of our Soul Clan, perhaps those self-righteous opponents will be driven to destruction without even realizing it.”
He began to wonder whether this power would be effective if used against an emperor-level warrior.
Or, wouldn’t it be more effective to use it to incite key figures in the hostile forces to defect?
In the world of Mortal Cultivation, in a medicinal garden filled with spiritual energy.
Han Li was carefully taking care of a very old spiritual herb.
He looked up at the sky and happened to see the captain of the Fourth Division, Unohana Retsu, who possessed powerful healing abilities.
And the vague yet heart-pounding aura that emanated from her.
A trace of deep solemnity flashed in Han Li’s eyes.
“Such a pinnacle of medical skill can actually bring back a dying person.”
“In the world of immortal cultivation, I’m afraid only the top alchemy masters, combined with supreme elixirs, can barely achieve this kind of method.”
He could also feel that beneath the healing aura, there was a terrifying killing force that was completely opposite to saving the dying and healing the wounded.
“Such terrifying power is hidden… It seems that the waters of Soul Society are much deeper than I imagined.”
This gave him an additional layer of awe in his understanding of the universe.
It also made him more determined to stick to his principle of keeping a low profile and acting with caution.
After all, no one knows which seemingly harmless person might be the real vicious villain.
Chapter 29: Soul Society Arc Major Events! The Invasion of the Traveling Beast, the Rebellion of Aizen, the Battle of Karakura Town, and the Thousand Year Blood War! (Old Version)
Han Li had just finished his thoughts when the light and shadow on the sky that attracted the attention of all the heavens and worlds began to flow again.
The various figures and methods of the powerful people shown before were already dazzling.
At this moment, the scene suddenly changed.
No longer focusing on one brilliant individual.
Instead, it turned into a long river of time that flowed by rapidly.
In the long river, scenes of major events that once shocked the Soul Society flashed by at an unprecedented speed.
Every incident that occurs is like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake.
Stir up huge waves.
It had a profound and immeasurable impact on the fate of the Gotei 13 and even the entire Three Realms.
The invasion of Ichigo Kurosaki and his companions is like a warning bell that breaks a thousand years of silence, suddenly ringing throughout the Seireitei!
A shrill alarm sounded, as if piercing the sky and exploding in the ears of all the onlookers.
This group of intruders from the real world, with their immense power far exceeding that of ordinary souls and their unyielding will, forcibly tore apart the peaceful facade that Soul Society had maintained for a thousand years.
In the picture, the orange-haired boy holds a huge Zanpakuto, with a fearless look in his eyes, and breaks through all the levels.
Their arrival also ruthlessly exposed the sharp contradictions hidden within it, as well as the deep-rooted corruption that was difficult to eliminate.
In the dark corners of some aristocratic areas, some subtle transactions flashed by in the sky.
[And the shocking rebellion of the Fifth Division Captain Aizen Sosuke was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, causing unprecedented devastating damage to the entire Soul Society! ]The screen suddenly goes dark.
The gentle smile turned into cold mockery.
His meticulously planned conspiracy was like the most venomous snake lurking in the shadows. Every action was meticulously calculated, almost silently overturning the balance of the three realms that had been maintained for countless years.
The light of the mirror flower and water moon flickered, countless death gods fell down in a daze, and trust collapsed in an instant.
The devastation and far-reaching impact it caused still linger in the hearts of those who experienced it, and terrify those who followed.
Even through the sky, the smell of despair and betrayal was overwhelming.
The ensuing Battle of Karakura Town pushed the Gotei 13 to the brink of life and death!
The war spread.
The sky was torn apart.
Facing the frenzied attacks of Aizen and his suffocatingly powerful Arrancar Corps, the Shinigami fought a desperate battle, with lives being lost at every moment.
The captains fought bloody battles, and the brilliance of Bankai and the destructive power of Hollow collided violently.
The brutality of the battlefield and the sheer magnitude of the sacrifices were beyond words and beyond imagination!
Countless captain-level Shinigami were seriously wounded and on the verge of death. Some even perished forever on that battlefield. Their blood dyed the long night sky of Karakura Town red!
The tattered haori and broken blade were particularly dazzling in the firelight.
[And the most tragic one is the Thousand Year Blood War! ]The tone of the sky became darker and more depressing.
Faced with the full-scale invasion of the Sterncross Knights, an ancient legion led by Yhwach and calling themselves Quincy, Soul Society suffered an unprecedented, near-catastrophic disaster!
The terrifying spiritual pressure fluctuations even penetrated the sky, causing all the spectators in the heavens and all realms to feel a palpitation.
[Captain Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, the strongest force in Soul Society who had protected the Seireitei for a thousand years, died heroically in battle!]The moment the flames shot up into the sky were extinguished, the entire Soul Society seemed to lose its color.
[Countless Death Gods have sacrificed heroically to protect their homes and their companions. Their names may be unknown, but their wills live on forever.][The entire Jingling Court, the once solemn and majestic courtyard, has almost been reduced to a scorched earth ruin!]The broken walls and ruins are shocking.
[In the end, relying on the protagonist group headed by Kurosaki Ichigo and the remaining Gotei 13 who burned their last life and will, they were able to win the final victory that was related to the survival of the three realms with great difficulty!]The price of victory is piles of bones and irreparable trauma.
Every battle is like the most intense flame.
Mercilessly burning every member of the Gotei 13.
It shows their unyielding will in desperate situations.
Demonstrated their determination to fight tenaciously.
But it has also exposed many internal problems time and time again.
It exposes those fatal weaknesses that are usually hidden by the glamorous appearance but are difficult to ignore.
The atmosphere was as heavy as iron.
All the Death Gods who have personally experienced these wars, whether they are veterans or captains who have long been indifferent to life and death.
Or those ordinary soldiers who grew up in the flames of war.
At this moment, I pass through the sky again and witness those unforgettable scenes that are like brand marks.
They all felt the heart-wrenching pain clearly again.
That sadness that goes deep into the bones.
The overwhelming rage during the bloody battle.
The unwillingness and powerlessness when facing a strong enemy.
And in the end, after paying a heavy price, there is a little pride and deep relief in the hard-fought victory.
Many of the Death Gods had tears in their eyes, and their clenched fists had their knuckles turned white from the force.
In the world of Naruto, the base of Akatsuki organization.
The atmosphere in the dark cave was somewhat different from usual.
The members of Akatsuki looked at the unfathomable wisdom of Aizen Sosuke in the sky.
Watch his carefully planned rebellion that almost overturned a powerful world.
Many people showed a subtle expression of “professional matching” on their faces.
Especially Pain, his Rinnegan was staring at Aizen’s figure quietly, as if he was thinking about something.
For these organizations, who were equally adept at conspiracy and intrigue, dedicated to subverting the existing world order and attempting to establish a so-called new order, Aizen’s methods undoubtedly gave them a strange resonance, an indescribable sense of mutual appreciation.
“What a remarkable man.”
Kisame opened his shark-like mouth and whispered, with a hint of appreciation in his tone.
“His plan is more thorough than many of our actions.”
Kakuzu was calculating how much benefit such a rebellion could bring.
On top of the pass, murderous aura and bloodiness are intertwined.
Shi Hao’s young face was stained with the blood of the enemy, but at this moment he was staring at the sky.
He looked at the screen, where the Shinigami of the Gotei 13 were protecting their home.
To protect everything that is dear to us.
Fighting one desperate battle after another with the hopelessly powerful invaders.
His heart was filled with sincere admiration.
[In his life, he walked out of the wilderness and experienced countless trials and tribulations of blood and fire, fighting to protect the people he loved and to protect that broken world.]He knew very well how precious this kind of courage was, which was to risk one’s life to protect something, even though one knew it was impossible.
How great it is.
“guard……”
Shi Hao murmured in a low voice, his eyes becoming more determined.
He seemed to see himself in those death gods, and the countless heroic spirits fighting to protect them.
Chapter 30: The Mystery and Power of Squad Zero! Beyond Squad Thirteen, the Guardian of the Royal Family! (Old Version)
His breathing was slightly heavier, and the same fire seemed to be burning in his chest.
The two words “protect” carry a heavy weight, and are the path he will practice throughout his life.
Just as countless creatures in the heavens and all worlds were still immersed in the shock and reflection brought about by the tragic battle of the Gotei 13.
Above the sky, the scene suddenly changed.
When everyone thought that the Gotei 13 had become the supreme fighting force of Soul Society, a golden light that was even more dazzling and almost impossible to look directly at suddenly descended.
This golden light is sacred and majestic, carrying a sense of transcendence that transcends all living beings.
It reveals an organization that is more mysterious, more powerful, and can even be said to be superior to the Gotei 13 – Squad Zero!
Their appearance was like dropping a depth bomb that was powerful enough to create huge waves on the sea that had calmed down a little.
It instantly caused a strong shock in all the heavens and worlds!
The pupils of the powerful people in countless worlds suddenly contracted.
[Zero Squad, also known as the King’s Special Agents, is a group of legendary figures who have made indelible contributions to Soul Society, their achievements forever etched in the annals of Bleach history!]They answer directly to the supreme Soul King and shoulder the supreme duty of protecting the Soul King Palace and ensuring the safety of the core of Soul Society!
Just these two lines of text reveal a suffocating amount of information.
The king’s spy!
Guardian Spirit Palace!
This means that they are the king’s direct subordinates and the core of the guardian core!
In the picture, the five mysterious members of Squad Zero, like gods from the most ancient myths and legends, slowly appeared in everyone’s sight, turning from virtual to real!
They did not release it intentionally, but the spiritual pressure that naturally emanated from their bodies was like an unfathomable and boundless ocean.
Just by looking at them through the sky, countless creatures with weaker cultivation felt a tremor deep in their souls, as if they were about to be crushed by the invisible pressure.
Some of the world’s top powerhouses couldn’t help but look solemn. From these five figures, they felt a terrifying sense of oppression that far exceeded the previous captain-level death god.
The first person to appear was a tall man with a shiny head, shirtless, and a very thick black beard.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if they could see through all illusions—Ichibei Bingzhubu!
In his hand he held a huge, peculiarly shaped brush, the tip of which was as black as ink.
He just casually waved the huge brush in his hand.
Countless ancient and mysterious black characters appeared out of thin air in the void.
Those words seemed to contain some kind of ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and each character was of great weight.
[He, Hyoshubu Ichibei, is the one who names everything in Soul Society!][The name of the Zanpakutō, its true name, was given by him! ][He even controls the “black power” that surpasses all spirit particles! ][Its true ability is not simply to slash, but to reduce the power of names, and can even erase the opponent’s existence! ][His strength is unfathomable. With a single thought, he can easily rewrite the rules and turn the world upside down!]“name……”
In the Naruto world, Pain’s Rinnegan condensed slightly.
Giving something a name means grasping its essence. This power carries a sense of creation.
This, along with his attempt to make the world feel pain through suffering and thereby understand the concept of peace, is, to some extent, an interference with and reshaping of the world’s rules.
Following Hyoshubu Ichibei was a woman with an unusually plump figure and a kind smile on her face—Hikifune Kiryu!
She seemed to be naturally surrounded by all kinds of delicious food with tempting aroma.
Those foods are not only delicious, but also exude a unique vitality.
[She, Hikifune Kiryu, is the original inventor of the Soul-Giving Technology! ][Its ability is closely related to the control of spiritual pressure. It can infuse its own spiritual pressure into food, creating dishes with restorative and even strengthening effects!][She possesses the magical power to control food and life. Her dishes are not only extremely delicious, but can also give the dying a second life and even enhance their potential!][The essence of its power is filled with incomprehensible mysteries of life and miracles of creation!]“Soul-defying technology…”
In the world of Death, Urahara Kisuke touched his chin, and a hint of understanding and admiration flashed in his eyes.
“I see, that sir…”
He obviously has a deeper understanding of Hikifune Kiryu’s contributions.
Next, a man with an exaggeratedly long and peculiarly shaped knife on his waist, his eyes filled with the concentration of a craftsman and a hint of cynicism appeared in the picture – Wang Yue from Ermeiwu!
He was dressed casually and seemed to have something in his mouth, exuding an unruly temperament.
However, the moment he appeared, countless Zanpakutō phantoms of various shapes emerged around him, clanging incessantly and emitting a heart-pounding sharp aura, as if they were worshipping their creator.
[He, Nimaiya Oyue, is the “Sword God” who forged all the Zanpakutō in Soul Society! ]【Every shallow hit comes from his hand! 】
[His understanding of Zanpakutō is unmatched. It can even be said that he is one of the embodiments of the rules of Zanpakutō itself!][Every Zanpakutō he forges holds a powerful force capable of changing the course of battle, and his own sword, the “Shafu,” is so sharp that it requires no sharpening, and it would be impossible to forge a scabbard capable of containing its edge!]“Sword God!”
Perfect world, Shi Hao’s eyes were burning.
He looked at Wang Yue from Ermeiwu, feeling his ultimate understanding of “instrument”.
This reminded him of his weapons and the companions who had accompanied him in battle.
Creating all the Zanpakutō, what a great achievement.
A woman with countless slender arms, like the Thousand-Armed Buddha in mythology, but with a hint of spider-like elegance and weirdness, also took shape in the light and shadow – Shutara Senjumaru!
The lower half of her face is covered by a strange mask, adding to the mystery.
Her arms danced like the most flexible phantoms, and countless exquisite silk threads shining with various colors flowed through her fingertips, weaving a gorgeous picture.
[She, Shutara Senjumaru, has the terrifying title of “Thousand Hands and Thousand Arms”! ][She is Soul Society’s foremost weaving master, and an absolute master of mechanical engineering!][The clothing she created is not just simple clothing, but also possesses powerful defensive power, and even contains countless unexpected mechanisms and traps “King Key”! ][His sewing skills are so advanced that he can even use bones and souls as threads to weave creations imbued with special powers!]The last person to appear was a man with a striking crew cut, a hairstyle resembling that of an ancient oriental warrior, but with eyes full of compassion and swiftness – Qilinji Tianshilang!
His whole body was filled with a warm and peaceful light, yet also with a hint of lightning-like swiftness.
As soon as he appears, he gives people a sense of extreme speed and strong vitality.
[He, Qilin Temple Tian Shilang, possesses the same swift speed and powerful healing abilities as the Qilin, a mythical beast in Eastern legends!][The “Bone Hell” and “Blood Pond Hell” hot springs he created can not only heal any physical injuries at an astonishing speed, but can also forcibly squeeze out and replace the damaged spiritual pressure and blood in the body, and can even repair the cracks deep in the soul!]He is the most precious guardian of life in Soul Society and a strong contender for the title of “God of Flashes”!
[Each of the five of them, the members of Squad Zero, has personal strength far exceeding that of ordinary captain-level Shinigami! ][Their existence is the true foundation and cornerstone of Soul Society, hidden deepest within it!][It can even be said that the combined power of these five is enough to rival, or even easily suppress, the entire Gotei 13!]The words on the sky curtain exploded like thunder in the hearts of every viewer.
Five people, rivaling the entire Gotei 13!
What an exaggerated evaluation!
You know, in previous battles, the Gotei 13 have already demonstrated the power to destroy the world and protect the three realms.
And these five people can actually match or even surpass them!
There was dead silence.
Whether they were ordinary soldiers, the captains of each squad, or even the vice-captains, they all opened their mouths wide and looked at the sky in disbelief.
Most ordinary Shinigami know very little about the existence of Squad Zero, or even have never heard of it!
At this moment, when they passed through the sky curtain and witnessed with their own eyes these mythical figures who seemed to have walked out of the oldest history of Soul Society, and the powerful power they possessed, which was almost at the level of rules, they all felt extremely shocked and deeply awed from the bottom of their souls!
It turns out that above the Gotei 13 that they are familiar with and for which they fought so hard, there actually exists such a mysterious and powerful guardian!
This made them feel at ease, but it also completely overturned their understanding of Soul Society.
“Zero Squad… The King’s Secret Agents…”
Kyoraku Shunsui pressed down his hat, his eyes deep behind the glasses.
“What a bunch of incredible monster seniors.”
A bitter smile also appeared on Ukitake Jushiro’s pale face.
The pressure of these existences is heavy even for these senior captains.
The world of Shrouding the Sky is a forbidden zone for life in the depths of the universe.
Several beings emitting an aura of decay and supremacy stared indifferently at the sky through the mist.
When they saw the top combat force of Squad Zero hiding behind the scenes, there was not much surprise on their faces, but there was a hint of strange fluctuation in their eyes.
For these ancient forces, which once dominated the universe, overlooking eternity and possessing unimaginable heritage and hidden power, these special organizations and trump cards that exist to protect core interests or to ensure the immortality of their legacy are no strangers.
“The Guardian Spirit King… is similar to the guardian of certain immortal realms.”
A supreme being whispered, his voice hoarse and full of the vicissitudes of life.
“I just don’t know what kind of existence the so-called Spirit King is.”
Their focus has already gone beyond Squad Zero itself.
In the world of Fights Break Sphere, Danta.
Several secluded ancestors of Danta are now gathered in an ancient alchemy room, looking at the sky with intent expressions.
When they saw Hikifune Kiryu’s magical power to control food and life, and Kirinji Tenshiro’s miraculous hot spring healing ability that could almost bring people back to life, their eyes showed great interest, and even a hint of desire.
For alchemists who have devoted their lives to studying the Dao of Alchemy and pursuing the ultimate in life, any power that can directly touch upon the origin of life and the power of soul restoration possesses immeasurable research value and reference significance.
“Using food to carry spiritual pressure and give it life… This method is incredible, but it seems to have the same effect as the method of elixirs.”
An old man with white hair and beard stroked his beard, his eyes flashing.
“And that hot spring can actually repair soul cracks. If I can comprehend a little bit of it, it will be of great benefit to my Danta’s alchemy and even soul cultivation.”
The other old ancestor’s eyes were burning, as if he had seen a new direction for alchemy.
Chapter 31: The Value of the Captain-in-Chief! Yamamoto Genryusai vs. Yhwach, the Strongest vs. the Strongest, Honorable Defeat (Old Version)
The ancestors of Danta are still immersed in shock and contemplation of the original power of life.
The picture on the sky curtain quietly changed at this moment.
All the previous mysteries and secrets receded like the tide.
Instead, there was a suffocating sense of solemnity and heaviness.
This atmosphere instantly enveloped the heavens and all worlds.
All the viewers, no matter where they were or what their cultivation level was, held their breath at the same time.
Their eyes were fixed on the changing images.
A final battle concerning the survival of Soul Society is about to take place.
The strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, the captain of the Gotei 13.
His opponent is Yhwach, the mastermind behind the Thousand Years of Bloody War and the king of the Invisible Empire who has seized countless Shinigami Bankai.
[This is the strongest god of death, representing the thousand-year history and glory of Soul Society.]He will face the King of the Quincy, who possesses near-invincible power and intends to overthrow the entire Soul Society, in the final showdown!
[What they are betting on is the fate of the entire Soul Society.][What they are betting on is the future of countless lives! ]In the sky, the figure of Yhwach gradually became clear.
The spiritual pressure emanating from him was so terrifying that it seemed to crush the entire world.
He has seized the Bankai abilities of many Shinigami, and his power has reached an incredible and unfathomable level.
Facing such a powerful enemy, every wrinkle on Captain Yamamoto’s old face was filled with solemnity.
He knew very well that this battle was extremely dangerous and he might even die.
But his determination to protect Soul Society is as unbreakable as the oldest cornerstone of Soul Society.
He straightened his slightly hunched back, and his thin body looked extremely tall and majestic at this moment.
He resolutely chose to burn his life.
This is his last trump card and also the most terrifying Bankai – Zanka no Tachi: North – Ashes of Heaven and Earth!
“Swastika!”
A low roar resounded through the sky.
The Zanpakuto in Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni’s hand, Ryujin Jakka, changed its form in an instant.
The blade no longer spewed out blazing flames, but instead became charred black, like a burnt piece of wood.
However, the terrifying heat contained in it caused the entire sky to tremble violently.
Hot, extremely hot.
It was as if the core of the sun was forced into the tiny blade.
Wherever the blade pointed, fine cracks appeared in the space, unable to bear the weight.
Wherever it passed, all matter and energy were burned to ashes and turned into nothingness.
Even the resilient air emitted an unbearable distorted hissing sound.
Captain Yamamoto brandished the Zanpakuto that carried everything he had and rushed towards Yhwach with determination.
He tried to use this final blow, this all-consuming fire, to perish together with the powerful enemy.
He would use his life to buy even a shred of peace for Soul Society.
All the spectators in the heavens and the world were trembling with fear at this destructive force.
They seemed to be able to see through the sky and feel the terrifying high temperature that was enough to evaporate everything.
This old man actually possesses such determination and such powerful strength.
However, the development of the war was beyond everyone’s expectations.
A barely perceptible, sinister smile appeared on Yhwach’s face.
Just as Captain Yamamoto was about to strike with all his might and a life-threatening blow, something unexpected happened.
Yhwach used some unknown means to absorb Captain Yamamoto’s devastating Bankai power in an instant.
The situation took a sharp turn for the worse.
Captain Yamamoto, who had lost his greatest strength, was powerless to turn the tide when faced with Yhwach, whose strength had surged again.
In the end, the strongest god of death who had protected Soul Society for a thousand years unfortunately died in battle.
His body fell, but his determination to protect Soul Society, even at the cost of everything, still deeply shocked all the viewers in the heavens and all realms.
That determination and sacrifice transcended the boundaries of the world and touched the hearts of every living being.
“This old man is the history of Soul Society!”
That declaration, filled with endless glory and mixed with endless tragedy, was like a thunderclap that cut through the eternal darkness.
Resounding through the sky and penetrating the universe.
It echoes in the ears of every viewer for a long time, shaking their souls.
[He used his own life to interpret what true protection is. ][He defined what a truly strong person is with his own actions! ]【His passing is a great loss that Soul Society cannot make up for.】
[But the indomitable spirit he displayed, the burning will to protect, will forever inspire future generations of Death Gods to forge ahead!]A flood of sadness flooded the entire Soul Society.
The Shinigami of the Gotei 13 were all filled with grief as they watched the image of their captain, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, dying heroically in battle on the sky screen.
Many young soldiers were already sobbing and crying.
It was hard for them to accept this great leader who had been silently protecting Soul Society for thousands of years like a pillar of support.
The most powerful being in their hearts actually died in such a tragic and horrific way.
The atmosphere in the First Squadron’s barracks was so oppressive that it was suffocating.
The portrait of Vice Captain Suzuki Chojiro is still there, and now, even the Captain-in-Chief…
The captain of the 8th Division, Kyoraku Shunsui, had already taken off the conical hat he had been wearing and was holding it tightly in his hand.
His eyes, which always had a lazy look in them, were now filled with endless sadness and a hint of uncontrollable anger.
The Zanpakutō in his hand, Hanaten Kyōgoku, seemed to sense its master’s emotions and trembled slightly.
“Old man from the mountain…”
His voice was hoarse and filled with deep pain.
Ukitake Jushiro stood beside him, his pale face looking even more haggard. He coughed violently, but tried hard not to fall down.
There was also unrelieved sorrow in his eyes.
They are Captain Yamamoto’s most proud disciples, and the relationship between master and disciple has long surpassed that of ordinary superiors and subordinates.
Now that their mentor has died in battle, they feel heavier than anyone else.
Above the city walls, blood and energy surged into the sky.
Shi Hao stood there, his body filled with the murderous aura after the battle.
He looked at the heroic figure of Captain Yamamoto in the sky, fighting to the last moment of his life to protect his home and everything he cherished.
Those deep eyes were filled with deep respect and a hint of empathy.
He thought of the heroic spirits in the nine heavens and ten earths, and of the predecessors who fought bloody battles to protect this land and were eventually buried in a foreign land.
[He had also experienced countless battles for protection, some even more brutal.]He knew full well how great the spirit of knowing one’s defeat, yet still choosing to fight to the end, until the last drop of blood was.
This spirit is so admirable and moving.
The figure of Captain Yamamoto gradually overlapped with the deceased heroes in his memory.
The atmosphere inside the deserted palace was solemn.
Lin Dong looked at the old and powerful man in the sky who was burning his life to protect his world.
In his mind, he couldn’t help but recall those elders of Dao Sect in the Demonic Realm who resolutely chose to self-destruct and perish together with the enemy in order to protect their younger disciples and for the sake of the sect’s inheritance.
Uncle Zhou Tong, Uncle Wudao… familiar faces flashed by.
Those tragic scenes seemed to have happened just yesterday.
At this moment, Lin Dong felt the same way. An indescribable tragic emotion surged into his heart like a flood that broke through a dam.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.
Guard, these two words are so heavy.
Yet how great it is.
Chapter 32: The Limits and Price of Justice! The Gotei 13 Inspires the Thoughts of All Worlds! (Old Version)
Captain Yamamoto’s heroic sacrifice, his unyielding will and his all-consuming protective heart, like an inextinguishable flame, have ignited the seeds of admiration and deep contemplation in the hearts of countless beings in the heavens and all realms.
The sadness and shock took a long time to subside.
Inside the Jingling Palace, the atmosphere of mourning was still thick, as if even the air was filled with silent sobs.
Many Shinigami are still immersed in the great grief of losing their captain, unable to extricate themselves.
At this moment, the light above the sky that previously displayed Captain Yamamoto’s life and the final battle quietly changed.
The light flowed, and the picture once again focused on the magnificent building complex of Seireitei, which symbolized the highest power and military force of Soul Society.
This time, Tianmu’s gaze seemed deeper and more scrutinizing.
It begins to deeply analyze this powerful organization that has stood for thousands of years, revealing the hidden complexities and unavoidable controversies behind its glory.
The Gotei 13, the indestructible guardians of Soul Society, have made achievements that are recorded in history.
[They have guided countless souls towards reincarnation, ensuring the smooth flow of life.][They purified countless Hollows that attempted to erode the real world, and maintained peace in the world of the living.][They carefully maintain the fragile and delicate balance between the three realms.]It can be said that the existence of the Gotei 13 is the absolute core and important cornerstone for the stable operation and maintenance of order in the entire Three Realms.
[Every swing of their sword, every time they guard, adds a sense of stability to this world.]Tianmu’s narration first affirmed the irrefutable and great contribution of the Gotei 13.
However, the tone of the conversation suddenly changed and became sharp.
[However, beneath this dazzling and glorious achievement, there is also a deep shadow that cannot be ignored.][The system, with its complex internal structure and strict hierarchy, inevitably gave rise to corruption and rigidity over the long years.][Some outdated customs and some inappropriate stubbornness have hindered its own innovation and development.]More importantly, at certain moments, in order to maintain what they believe to be “order” and “justice,” the measures they take appear excessively cruel, even extreme.
For example, the long-term disregard for the countless souls struggling for survival in the vast Rukongai, as if their suffering and existence were insignificant.
[For another example, those who merely intruded into the Jingling Court and did not cause any substantial damage were ruthlessly hunted down and exterminated without questioning their cause or offering any defense.]These actions have complicated the image of the Gotei 13 in the eyes of countless beings across the universe, leading to widespread criticism and deep doubt.
The question raised by the sky curtain hits the heart of every viewer like a heavy hammer.
Is the fundamental purpose of their justice to protect all living beings within the Three Realms, regardless of status, and to treat them equally?
[Or is it that this kind of justice is more about maintaining the absolute stability and supreme authority of Soul Society, especially the ruling class?]The answer to this question may have completely different, even completely opposing, interpretations in different worlds and in the minds of people with different perspectives.
Is it acceptable to sacrifice the well-being of some individuals in order to maintain the operation of a large system?
Where should the boundaries of justice be drawn?
When so-called “great justice” conflicts with individual rights, how should we choose?
Following Tianmu’s ruthless and in-depth analysis, the hearts of countless creatures in the heavens and all realms began to involuntarily emerge with deeper and more complex thoughts about the word “justice”.
These sharp questions, like stones thrown into a calm lake, have stirred up circle after circle of invisible ripples, rapidly spreading across different worlds and civilizations, triggering widespread discussion and reflection.
The lights in the Hokage’s office were bright, but they could not dispel the sadness between the brows of the Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen.
He watched the analysis of the deep-seated problems within the Gotei 13 displayed on the screen, and his face, wrinkled with time, looked even more exhausted.
He sighed deeply, the sparks in his pipe flickering.
As the guardian of Konohagakure Village and the Hokage, he knew too well how difficult it was to maintain the balance and stability of a huge organization.
How to take into account the feelings and demands of every villager as much as possible while maintaining the overall interests of the village is a question he has been trying to find throughout his life, but has never been able to find a perfect answer.
The words “strict hierarchy”, “rigidity” and “indifference to the lower classes” mentioned in the sky curtain also reminded him of some similar problems existing within Konoha Village.
The sacrifices made for the “village”, the darkness hidden under the light, seemed to resurface in his heart as the sky was dissected, making him feel heavy.
In the world of One Piece, there is a secret headquarters of the Revolutionary Army somewhere.
The howling wind seemed to echo the inner thoughts of the figure in the room.
Monkey D. Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, was staring at the sky with his eyes that always sparkled with determination.
His expression was stern and he said nothing, but the aura he exuded became increasingly intimidating.
In his view, any so-called “justice” that uses the maintenance of one’s own ruling status as an excuse to oppress, exploit, and even arbitrarily sacrifice the well-being of innocent people is hypocritical and a tyranny that must be completely overthrown.
In his eyes, the Gotei 13’s almost institutionalized disregard for the residents of Rukongai is essentially no different from the World Government’s attitude towards non-member countries and the Celestial Dragons’ behavior of treating all people as pawns.
This is exactly the injustice he wants to fight against and change.
The revelation of the sky further strengthened his belief.
In a world under one person, the headquarters of the “Nadutong” express delivery company.
The atmosphere in a heavily guarded conference room was somewhat solemn.
The company’s top executives, these influential figures in the world of extraordinary people, were all staring at the sky in silence, each of them thinking about something.
They are also quietly reflecting on the operating models and codes of conduct of their own organizations.
As a huge organization that maintains order in the alien world and handles various alien-related events, “Nadutong” has equally enormous power and influence.
How to respect and protect the legal rights and personal freedom of every alien to the greatest extent while maintaining the overall stability and peace of the alien world, and avoid the abuse of power and organizational rigidity, has become a problem that they are seriously considering and urgently need to solve.
The example of the Gotei 13, whether its glorious achievements or the dark side it exposed, undoubtedly sounded a wake-up call for them and provided a valuable mirror.
A senior executive tapped his fingers on the table and whispered, “Order and freedom, efficiency and justice, balancing them is so difficult.”
Above the sky, light and shadow change.
The evaluation of the Gotei 13 finally condensed into a line of shimmering golden words, yet carrying a complex meaning. It slowly emerged, and then began to gradually dim.
[TOP 7——Soul Society: Gotei 13 Arc, review ends!]As this line of text completely disappeared, the inventory of Soul Society’s Gotei 13 officially came to an end.
However, the profound thoughts it triggers about the definition of justice, the price of order, the limits of sacrifice, and how power is constrained are like seeds planted in the hearts of all living beings in the heavens and the world.
These thoughts will not dissipate easily, but will take root in their hearts, linger for a long time, and have a far-reaching impact.
Who will be the next organization to take inventory?
What kind of shock and enlightenment will it bring?
After digesting the complex information brought by the Gotei 13, the creatures of countless worlds have already begun to feel new expectations.
Chapter 33: Who is the most handsome Zanpakutō Bankai? A battle of Shinigami strength, with audiences from all over the world cheering! (Old version)
The turbulent thoughts in the hearts of all living beings in the heavens and all realms have not yet completely subsided.
The discussion about justice, order and sacrifice is like a stone thrown into the lake, the ripples last for a long time.
Everyone is using their own experience and understanding to interpret the complex revelations brought by the Gotei 13.
This heavy thought, like a seed, quietly takes root in the soil of countless hearts, waiting to sprout at some point in the future.
However, the will of the sky is obviously unwilling to let all living beings indulge in seriousness for too long.
Just as the atmosphere of deep thought filled the air, the light and shadow above the sky suddenly changed.
The previous solemnity and depth seemed to be gently brushed away by an invisible hand.
Instead, there was a relaxed and even somewhat joyful atmosphere.
An interesting interactive segment appeared without any warning in front of all the audience in the heavens and the worlds—
“Selection of the most popular Zanpakutō Bankai in all the worlds”!
This line of title sparkles with lively light, instantly attracting all attention.
“Dear audience members, the Bankai of the Soul Society’s Gotei 13 captains possess a myriad of forms and immense power!”
A passionate, even somewhat teasing voice narrated, echoing in every world.
This sound is completely different from the solemnity of the previous inventory, and is full of interactivity and entertainment.
“From the gorgeous beauty of Kuchiki Byakuya’s Senbonzakura Kageyasu, to the icy coolness of Hitsugaya Toushirou’s Daiguren Hyorinmaru, to the unrivaled dominance of Yamamoto Genryusai’s Shigekuni Zanka-dachi, which Bankai is the strongest and most handsome in your opinion?”
“Come and cheer for your favorite Bankai!”
Along with this highly provocative narration, the sky screen switches, as if the most magnificent painting is unfolding before your eyes.
It is no longer static text, but dynamic, exciting images.
The classic scenes of the captains of the Gotei 13 performing their Bankai are once again presented in a shocking manner after careful editing by the sky screen.
Byakuya Kuchiki stood alone.
The Zanpakutō in his hand gently released.
“Swastika – Senbonzakura Kageyan.”
Countless tiny blades emerged from the blade, reflecting the light and instantly transformed into billions of cherry petals.
That was not the gentle falling cherry blossoms in spring, but the beautiful prelude to death.
A torrent of petals swept across the field of vision. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut into pieces. The beauty contained an extreme sharpness.
An overwhelming, all-pervasive offensive that was suffocating.
The scene changed, and the smell of ice and snow hit me in the face.
On Hitsugaya Toshiro’s young face, there is a calmness that does not match his age.
“Swastika—Daigurren Hyōrinmaru!”
Huge wings of ice spread out behind him, and the cold air condensed into a ferocious ice and snow dragon.
The dragon roared, ice crystals danced, and the temperature between heaven and earth dropped suddenly.
The ultimate freezing power seems to freeze the soul as well, and beneath the cool posture is absolute zero.
Then came the pure, untamed power.
Kenpachi Zaraki grinned, and his bloodthirsty fighting spirit almost penetrated the sky.
His Bankai has no fancy name, and the blade has become more rugged and ferocious, filled with ominous blood-colored lines.
He just swung.
The space seemed to be distorted by this slash, and it let out a mournful cry as if it could not bear the burden.
That was the most primitive destruction, the purest slash.
Kyoraku Shunsui’s figure remained lazy, but his eyes were deep.
“The solution to the swastika – the crazy bone in the flower sky and the heart of the withered pine.”
The strange black and white area quietly spreads, dragging the enemy into a cruel fairy tale tragedy.
The rules are rewritten and reality is distorted.
One wrong step will lead to eternal damnation.
Strange, unpredictable, yet full of deadly temptation.
Komamura Sajin’s unyielding heart of revenge was burning.
“Bankai——Black Rope Heavenly Punishment Myo-o!”
A huge black warrior shadow rose from the ground, standing like a mountain.
The Ming King wields his sword with the majesty to judge all sins.
Each strike contained the power to split mountains and rocks, mighty and unstoppable.
Finally, the picture froze on the captain.
Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni closed his eyes slightly, and then suddenly opened them.
“Swastika-Remnant Fire Sword!”
There is no earth-shaking momentum, only extreme restraint.
All the flames seemed to be concentrated on the tip of the knife.
East: Rising Sun Blade, West: Setting Sun Prison Robe, South: Fire Burial Formation of Ten Trillion Deaths, North: Ashes of Heaven and Earth.
The terrifying high temperature, like the descending sun, burned everything in sight.
That was the ultimate destruction, unparalleled in dominance and incomparable.
Above the sky, wonderful Bankai scenes flashed one after another.
Each Bankai has its own unique charm and incomparable power.
For a moment, all the heavens and the world were in complete turmoil.
Countless audiences were awakened from their previous contemplation and plunged into this sudden carnival.
In their own worlds, they had heated discussions with their companions, their families, and even their former enemies.
“I choose Senbonzakura Kageyan! It’s so beautiful, it’s simply art!”
A monk who loved elegance shouted loudly, his eyes full of obsession.
“No, no, no, Daiguren Hyorinmaru is the coolest! That ice dragon is so cool!”
A young magic apprentice waved his arms excitedly.
“What do you know! Captain Yamamoto’s Zanka-dachi is truly invincible! That’s power!”
A warrior who values strength has a different opinion.
Arguments, shouts, and cheers came one after another.
Countless points of light, representing voting intentions, rose from various worlds and merged into the sky, forming a brilliant galaxy of light.
The atmosphere here is like a grand festival.
The members of the Gotei 13 had already forgotten their usual solemnity and rules at this moment.
Members of each team gathered spontaneously and cheered for their captain’s Bankai.
The sound was getting louder and louder, as if it was going to overturn the sky.
“Captain Byakuya’s Senbonzakura Kageyan is the perfect Bankai, combining both splendor and strength!”
The members of the Sixth Squad puffed out their chests, feeling proud.
“Hmph, Captain Hitsugaya’s Bankai is the strongest! The power of ice and snow is unstoppable!”
The members of Squad 10 protested loudly without showing any weakness.
“Captain Kenpachi’s Bankai is pure power! One strike and everything is gone!”
The battle fanatics of the 11th Division had excitement glittering in their eyes.
Even some officers who were usually serious and stern, and even the deputy captain, could not help but join in this interesting debate.
They either watched with a smile or occasionally interjected a word or two to defend the captain they admired.
The entire Jingling Court was immersed in joy and excitement.
This is a rare moment of relaxation.
In the world of Fights Break Sphere, Canaan Academy.
Xiao Yan looked up at the Bankai of various shapes and powers that were extremely powerful on the sky.
The splendor of Senbonzakura, the coolness of Hyorinmaru, and the domineering power of Zanka-dachi all left a deep impression on him.
The power system displayed by these Bankai is completely different from the martial arts and fighting skills of the Douluo Continent, but they have the same goal, which is to pursue the ultimate destructive power or special power of rules.
He couldn’t help but admire it in his heart.
But behind this admiration, a hint of pride quietly emerged.
He silently felt the strange fire surging in his body.
“Although each of these Bankai has its own unique characteristics and is indeed powerful…”
The corners of Xiao Yan’s mouth rose slightly.
“But after the fusion of my strange fire, in terms of rage and destruction, and in terms of its beauty of burning everything, it seems to be no less powerful, and even better!”
He remembered the shocking Buddha’s Wrath Lotus and the infinite possibilities of the fusion of various different fires.
That is his own unique power.
In the world of Jianlai, in an elegant academy.
Unlike the heated discussions outside, the atmosphere here is more calm.
The many sword practitioners in the academy stared at the sky with concentrated expressions.
Their attention is more focused on the “reason” and “intention” displayed by those Bankai.
In their eyes, the Bankai of each Zanpakutō is not only a display of power, but also a unique kendo concept and the embodiment of the power of law.
“The principles of ‘dispersion’ and ‘gathering’ in Kuchiki Byakuya’s Senbonzakura Kageya bear some resemblance to Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Their Origin, but with a far more nuanced approach.”
An old scholar twirled his beard and pondered, his eyes gleaming with thought.
“Hitsugaya Toushirou’s Hyorinmaru applies the principles of ice to its fullest potential. Its ice dragon form already possesses a certain spirituality.”
The other sword cultivator nodded slightly, as if confirming his own guess.
“Yamamoto Genryusai’s Zanka-dachi takes the great Dao of ‘flame’ to an astonishing level. Its restraint and explosive power embody the most masculine and powerful sword intent.”
As they savored each Zanpakutō’s Bankai, they felt the patterns of laws flowing on the blade and the will and power contained therein.
For them, this is not only a visual feast, but also a rare opportunity to draw inferences from other cases and learn from them.
I hope to draw a little inspiration from the unique “Kendo” of these other worlds and integrate it into my own Kendo practice.
This is more meaningful to them than a simple struggle between the strong and the weak.
Chapter 34: Despite its flaws, it is still the backbone! The Gotei 13, guarding the glory of the soul! (Old version)
Above the sky, the picture began to slowly move away.
The previously inspiring close-ups of Bankai gradually shrank.
Finally, a magnificent picture unfolded before the eyes of all living beings in the heavens and worlds.
It was a panoramic view of Jinglingting, shrouded in a soft yet inviolable sacred light.
Countless figures dressed in black Death Tyrant costumes stood quietly in it, like the deepest stars in the night sky, silent but full of power.
Their eyes are firm, revealing their unyielding will.
An indescribable powerful aura emanated from them, a determination born out of protection.
Jingling Court, at this moment, under the presentation of the sky, is like an immortal monument.
The Soul Society’s Gotei 13 is undoubtedly an organization rife with contradictions and controversies.
They have a long and glorious history.
[They also committed regrettable crimes in the past.]Their interiors aren’t flawless.
There are even many areas that need improvement.
Tianmu’s writing is cold and objective, and it points out the complexity of the Gotei 13 without hesitation.
This made many Shinigami in the Seireitei, especially the captains and vice-captains who had experienced the Aizen Rebellion, look somewhat complicated.
They knew very well that what Tianmu said was true.
Glory and shadow often go hand in hand.
[But it is undeniable that when Soul Society and even the entire Three Realms face a crisis of life and death, they always stand firm and stand at the forefront of the resistance against the enemy!][They used their lives and blood to protect the hard-earned peace and order time and time again.]【Their achievements are worthy of being remembered by all living beings.】
Seeing this, the atmosphere in Jingling Court suddenly changed.
The team members who had previously argued over the strength of Bankai now straightened their backs.
An emotion called “glory” surged in their hearts.
Yes, they may have shortcomings and the organization may have deficiencies.
But faced with enemies that threaten the three realms, they never back down.
Kyoraku Shunsui stroked his bamboo hat, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but a hint of heaviness flashed in his eyes.
He thought of his fallen comrades and the determination of Captain Yamamoto.
This achievement was achieved at the cost of countless lives.
[The Zanpakutō in their hands are sharp blades that judge sin and slay Hollows.][It is also a solid shield that protects weak souls in times of crisis.]【They use souls as their power.】
【They believe in protection.】
【Forged the immortal glory of Soul Society.】
Byakuya Kuchiki looked at the sky silently, and he gently grasped the hilt of Senbonzakura.
The belief in protection has long been integrated into his soul.
There was a determination glimmer in Rukia’s eyes. She thought of her brother, Lord Haiyan, and Ichigo Kurosaki.
Every important person taught her the meaning of protection.
[Soul Society’s Gotei 13, their powerful organization and astonishing individual combat power.][And the will to protect the Three Realms at all costs that he demonstrated at the critical moment.][Enough to allow it to occupy a respectable position among the strongest organizations in the universe! ]When this comment appeared, the entire Jingling Court erupted in thunderous cheers.
Countless Grim Reapers waved their fists excitedly.
This is not only a recognition of their strength, but also an affirmation of their beliefs.
They are guardians, and they are proud of it.
The words on the sky were like stars in the night sky, slowly fading away one by one.
Finally, the golden characters representing Soul Society—[TOP7: Abode of the Souls, the Center of Reincarnation, the Swordsman Group that Protects the Balance of the Three Realms—Soul Society: The Gotei 13!]—began to dim.
It eventually merged into the endless void, as if it had never appeared.
With the final announcement from the sky, countless creatures in the heavens and all worlds have a more comprehensive and profound understanding of this death organization full of unique charm.
They may not be perfect, as Tianmu said, they have had a regrettable past.
But their efforts and sacrifices to protect the Three Realms, and their willingness to do anything at all costs, have won them the respect of many worlds.
Even the audience who had previously complained about some of Jinglingting’s practices now had to admit the weight of this protection.
The world of death, now in this world.
Ichigo Kurosaki looked up at the sky that was gradually disappearing, his orange hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze.
His eyes were deep, no longer filled with the initial ignorance and impulsiveness, but were filled with a firm outlook on the future.
Tianmu’s evaluation was objective and fair, affirming the achievements of the Gotei 13 while also not avoiding their mistakes.
This reminded him of his various entanglements with Soul Society, from being enemies at first to becoming comrades later.
Countless battles and separations of life and death made him deeply understand the weight of the word “protection”.
He gripped the Zangetsu at his waist, feeling the strength of his partner.
“Protect…” He whispered softly, with a confident arc unconsciously raised at the corner of his mouth.
He and his companions will create the future of Soul Society together.
He was filled with unprecedented confidence in Soul Society and in himself.
Inoue Orihime, Ishida Uryu, and Chataro Yasutora stood beside him, with knowing smiles on their faces.
They witnessed and grew up together.
In the world of One Piece, on the Grand Line, on the deck of the Thousand Sunny.
“Waaaaaaaaaa——”
Monkey D. Luffy’s eyes lit up and his saliva was almost dripping. He pointed at the last frozen figures of the Death Gods in the sky and danced excitedly.
“Death! How cool! Those knives can even grow and shrink, and breathe fire and ice!”
He slapped his thigh and grinned.
“I want to be a god of death too! There must be lots of delicious meat!”
A fist wrapped in Armament Haki (although Luffy himself didn’t know it) hit his head accurately.
Nami pulled her fist back, a vein popping on her forehead as she gritted her teeth.
“Why are you the god of death?! Just be your captain! And what does the god of death have to do with meat, you idiot!”
Luffy covered the rapidly swelling bump on his head and looked at Nami with tears in his eyes, but he still didn’t give up.
“But… he’s really handsome…”
Zoro, who was standing by, was wiping his Wado Ichimonji, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He was quite interested in those “swordsmen”.
Especially the title of “Swordsman Group” in Tianmu’s summary, which made him feel a sense of fighting spirit.
Sanji was thinking about whether the Shinigami needed special nutritious meals. After all, protecting the world is very hard.
Robin developed a strong interest in the term “Reincarnation Center”, which seemed to hide deeper world laws.
The clamor in all the heavens and worlds has reached a new peak at this moment.
Tianmu’s final announcement was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
After witnessing the unique charm of Soul Society’s Gotei 13, their determination to protect the Three Realms, and their impressive Bankai, countless beings were left feeling restless for a long time.
They may not be perfect, and may even have had dark chapters.
But the efforts and sacrifices they made to protect the Three Realms, and the courage they showed to stand up in times of crisis, have won the respect and recognition of the vast majority of the world.
“Even for a Death God organization that protects such a huge world, he’s only the seventh one?”
The powerful people in countless worlds all had this question in their minds at the same time, along with the even more ardent expectations that followed.
The various previous Bankai demonstrations have already impacted and inspired the power systems of many worlds.
Xiao Yan stroked the storage ring in his hand, and the strange fire in his eyes beat violently, as if he felt the challenge and resonance from a distant world.
“Protecting…”
He thought of Yao Lao, Xun’er, Medusa, and the people and things that needed his protection.
“The Gotei 13 are indeed worthy of respect.”
But the arrogance in his heart did not diminish, but instead became even more invigorated because of the vast universe.
“However, when it comes to burning mountains and boiling seas, and extreme destruction and rebirth, my strange fire will certainly not disappoint them.”
He was filled with unprecedented fighting spirit and curiosity about the upcoming inventory.
In the world of Jian Lai, in that elegant academy.
The old masters paused slightly as they stroked their beards.
“The abode of the soul, the center of reincarnation, the group of swordsmen who protect the balance of the three realms…”
An old man recited Tianmu’s final comments softly, with a gleam in his eyes.
“This ‘swordsman’ is not that swordsman. His ‘sword’ is the Zanpakuto, and his ‘Tao’ is the principle of protection.”
“Although it is very different from our swordsmanship, its core concept of ‘protection’ is similar to the aspirations of scholars like me to ‘establish a mind for heaven and earth, and a destiny for the people.'”
“The TOP7 already has such a great style, I wonder what kind of great principles the subsequent organizations will show.”
The sword practitioners in the academy were excited, and their desire to explore higher levels of “principle” and “intention” became more and more intense.
The heroes in the world of martial arts fantasize about what the world of martial arts would be like if their own sects could have such organizational and combat capabilities.
The interstellar commanders of the technological universe are analyzing the organizational structure and individual combat capabilities of the Gotei 13, trying to find a model that can be used as a reference, even though the power system is completely different.
So, what will [TOP6] be like?
Are they from the immortal cultivation civilization, those legendary supreme sects that can move mountains, fill the sea, and pick stars and moons?
Can all of his disciples have the sword energy to travel across 30,000 miles and chill the 19 continents with a single sword strike?
Or a vast interstellar empire that controls billions of stars and possesses star-destroying weapons?
Can their fleets easily destroy galaxies? Has their technology already reached the origin of the universe?
Or is it the heavenly kingdom that exists in ancient mythology, controls the rules of heaven and earth, and overlooks all living beings?
Do those gods have the power to create or destroy the world at will?
Or is it some kind of organizational form that is completely beyond their imagination and has never been seen before?
A blazing fire was ignited in the heart of every audience member, which was the curiosity about the unknown and the yearning for something stronger.
All the speculations and expectations converge into a torrent, rushing towards the next name that is about to be revealed.
Countless pairs of eyes stared at the silent sky, afraid of missing any changes.
The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of the heart beating violently in the chest.