Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 308: Planting the Divine Tree

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Shadow Star Style: Seven-Colored Demonic Flames!

Another renowned figure, known as "Falcon," also faced an attack by a mysterious and powerful enemy today.

He was a slender man who excelled in manipulating the energy of the Shadow Star, transforming it into flames with a variety of attributes and abilities.

However, on this day, he encountered the most formidable opponent he had ever faced, someone who completely neutralized his powers.

No matter what kind of energy he unleashed, it was effortlessly absorbed by the enemy clad in black robes.

That was right, even the corrosive and dangerous Shadow Star energy, which they themselves only dared to use externally but never dared to absorb into their own bodies, was openly and easily absorbed by this enemy.

Naturally, there were consequences to such reckless absorption. The body of the Preta Path inevitably began to collapse under the strain. Yet, as if completely unaware of the damage, it continued to absorb every attack the enemy unleashed without pause.

To borrow the power of a planet required one's own chakra as a catalyst, and prolonged usage would inevitably place a tremendous burden upon the body.

It was clear that the Preta Path intended to drag his opponent into a battle of attrition.

No one knew how much time passed until finally, there came a dull popping sound. Multiple bloody holes burst open across the Preta Path's body, rendering it completely incapable of any further movement.

The slender man gasped heavily, his breath ragged.

"Finally dealt with it," he muttered, his voice filled with exhaustion.

In truth, he wished he would never encounter such a tormenting opponent again for as long as he lived.

This was not merely a battle; it was a brutal torture of both mind and body.

"What a pity. There was no chance to extract any information," he said regretfully, casting a glance at the collapsed enemy.

"No matter what I asked, this guy would not say a word. Was he a mute, perhaps?" he added, half in jest, half in frustration.

Just as he prepared to step forward and investigate, a shadow, dressed in nearly identical black robes, suddenly descended from the sky like a cannonball, smashing violently into the ground between the two.

A ferocious spectral image of a King of Hell loomed behind the new figure, opening its ghastly maw and swallowing the shattered body of the Preta Path whole.

Under the man's wide, astonished gaze, the puppet was revived within mere seconds.

"Interesting, is it not?" the newcomer, Naraka Path, said with a cruel grin.

The craftsmanship behind the puppet was clearly superior to that of Nagato's version.

For that, he owed a debt of gratitude to Yayoi for her generous support.

Seizing the opportunity, the revived Preta Path, who stood beside him, immediately unleashed the sage chakra that had been stored within its body. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"Sage Art: Preta Path, has arrived!" it declared, its aura surging.

At the same time, the air grew heavy with the acrid scent of sulfur as blazing magma began to bubble from the mouth of the King of Hell.

Lava Style: Scorching Stream Rock Technique!

"Now, let us enjoy a second round of battle," the Preta Path said, a malicious glint flashing in its eyes.

Meanwhile, in the farthest reaches of the northern lands, a beautiful woman draped in black robes strolled leisurely through the snow.

"So, this is what it feels like to have a woman's body," Kyōsuke mused with fascination, much of his attention captivated by the new sensations.

He vaguely recalled the peculiar look Yayoi had given him back then.

But so what? What did the misunderstandings of the world have to do with him?

As long as he could find enjoyment, what else mattered?

No, that was not quite right. What Kyōsuke truly desired was the same kind of experience that Sanji once yearned for.

Correction again, in fact, he simply believed that a woman's petite form was better suited for the speed-based fighting style he favored.

That was all there was to it.

The Human Path possessed the ability to peer into memories, and even to tear apart souls directly. When used properly, it was the perfect weapon for eliminating the weak.

Against true masters, whose souls were resilient and whose wills were steadfast, the ability's effect would naturally be limited.

But against those below the apex, against mere Super Kages, it would still be more than sufficient.

As these thoughts floated through his mind, Kyōsuke unknowingly arrived at a small wooden cabin nestled within the snowy mountains.

Silently, the Human Path observed the cabin for a long time, the violet Rinnegan in its eyes shimmering with a faint, misty light.

Suddenly, several Adamantine Sealing Chains shot out from behind it, ruthlessly blasting the wooden cabin to pieces and forcing out the man hidden inside.

This man had been one of those who had besieged Kyōsuke back then, and his strength was formidable beyond measure.

In fact, among all the "Falcons" Kyōsuke had encountered, this one was undoubtedly the strongest.

"Why must you disturb me?" the man asked, his gaze locking deeply onto the woman before him. His eyes carried a strange power, one that seemed capable of piercing through the puppet to glimpse the true controller hidden beyond.

But it was precisely this single glance that proved to be fatal.

In that brief instant, it was as if he witnessed stars exploding, galaxies collapsing, and billions of celestial bodies crumbling into dust, a horrifying vision of cosmic destruction far beyond mortal comprehension.

"How foolish," Kyōsuke's true body chuckled lightly.

He had not expected that anyone would be reckless enough to attempt gazing directly into his existence.

One must never look directly upon a God.

Although Kyōsuke could not yet truly call himself a divine being, he already possessed a portion of divine power, a power that transcended mortal understanding.

Furthermore, Kyōsuke himself was a rare wielder of ocular techniques, a talent exceedingly scarce across the vast expanse of the universe.

Despite how fearsome the Ōtsutsuki clan appeared, with each member boasting terrifying eye abilities, in the vastness of the universe, their numbers were less than mere specks of dust.

Measured against the grand scale of all existence, those born with ocular powers were exceedingly rare.

Thus, for this man to dare gaze directly at Kyōsuke and yet not collapse into madness instantly could only be seen as a testament to his extraordinary strength and willpower.

But sadly, it would change nothing.

In the blink of an eye, the Adamantine Sealing Chains bound the man, and the Human Path, moving faster than the human eye could perceive, transformed into a blur and, with ruthless precision, sliced the man's body into eighteen distinct pieces.

Beyond manipulating souls and sealing enemies with the adamantine chains, Kyōsuke had granted the Human Path another formidable ability: Swift Release.

What could mere Super Kages do, even if they stood at the pinnacle of their world?

Faced with the overwhelming combination of multiple devastating powers, they were still as fragile as glass.

And it was not only here that blood was being shed.

Elsewhere, the Animal Path and the Deva Path were also engaged in their own hunts, seeking out and slaughtering the strongest warriors.

The massacre continued without pause for ten full days.

By the time the native inhabitants realized that something was gravely wrong, it was already too late. More than half of the powerful beings who had appeared that day had already perished under the onslaught of the Six Paths of Pain.

"It is about time," Kyōsuke muttered to himself.

Upon a distant and unfamiliar planet, Kyōsuke rose from his seated meditation. With a simple hand seal, he activated the Reverse Summoning Technique, calling back the six puppets under his command.

A ship takes a thousand days to build, but only one day to cross the river.

Now, the long preparation had ended, and it was time to begin the true operation — the planting of the Divine Tree.

A pitch-black portal opened before him. Without hesitation, Kyōsuke stepped through it and returned once more to the Shadow Star.

With a crisp snap of his fingers, the Ten-Tails emerged from his body, plunging deep into the earth and beginning its metamorphosis into the form of the Divine Tree.

In the distance, Kyōsuke could already sense familiar surges of energy as the strongest warriors of the Shadow Star hastened toward him.

Feeling the rising hostility from all directions across the planet, Kyōsuke smiled faintly.

Without hesitation, his figure flashed forward, taking the initiative to engage the enemies head-on.

"It is you again?!" the leading figures cried out in shock, their faces filled with disbelief that he still lived.

"Are you surprised?" Kyōsuke smiled.

He knew well that he could not truly harm many of them. With the energy of the planet bolstering them, their defenses were nearly impregnable.

Fortunately, he no longer needed to engage them directly in such a futile contest.

"Let us change the battlefield," Kyōsuke said softly.

In that moment, the purple light within his eyes flared brightly.

The next instant, the warriors found themselves transported to a completely unfamiliar world, their hearts gripped by terror.

Amenominaka (Heavenly Governing Inside)!

It was an ability that could forcibly transpose a designated range of space into a world created by the user himself.

An ability so overwhelmingly powerful that it could only be called a bug among space techniques.

While its immediate destructive power was limited, its true strength lay in completely severing the enemy's connection to their home planet.

With fewer powerful warriors present and no planetary energy to empower them, they could no longer suppress Kyōsuke.

The natives were now destined for a crushing defeat.

Without the aid of their star's power, a gathering of warriors no stronger than high-ranking Super Kages had no hope of matching Kyōsuke, who now stood invincible beneath the Divine Fire.

Even without using complex ocular techniques, a single casual swing of the Sage's Staff, accompanied by the orbs of Truth-Seeking Balls, was enough to instantly annihilate one of the initial Super Kage-ranked Falcons.

Without reaching the level of the Six Paths, all beings were but ants.

Such was the brutal reality of strength.

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