Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

In the darkness, a twisted figure silently watched everything unfold.

The space rippled like water, and a figure slowly emerged from the void, yet seemed to remain hidden in another dimension, coldly observing the end of the secret meeting in Sunagakure.

Obito Uchiha—or rather, the masked man who called himself "Madara Uchiha"—was watching the secret conversation between Rasa, Chiyo, Ebizo, and Danzo through the gaps in the Kamui dimension.

The only eye he showed gleamed with a cold and mocking light.

"Hmph... those Sand Village opportunists are really unreliable."

He muttered to himself, his tone filled with undisguised disdain and contempt:

"They outwardly agree to cooperate, but secretly plot to betray their allies in exchange for their own safety."

"But it's alright..."

He abruptly changed his tone, the mockery in his eyes transforming into a cold, calculating glint in his eyes:

"That idiot Danzo was originally a pawn I used to test Uchiha Yao's abilities."

"He thought he could turn the tables, but little did he know he was already trapped."

"Since Sunagakure can't be relied upon, then I'll... secretly 'assist' Danzo."

"Provide him with some 'necessary' information so that his old bones can bounce around more happily during the Chunin Exams."

"certainly--"

His gaze deepened, as if piercing through the distance of time and space, and he saw the man who was now sitting upright in the Hokage's seat:

"The true strength of the Akatsuki cannot be revealed yet."

"I need... more patience before I can figure out his hand."

His figure once again merged into the distorted space and vanished without a trace.

Only a whisper remained, slowly fading into the darkness:

"Uchiha You... let me see just how much you've grown."

……

The Valley of the End.

The night was as dark as ink, enveloping this place that buried legends and glory.

The colossal statues of Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha stand facing each other, as if gazing at each other eternally, or watching over the land they once protected together, and which they ultimately parted ways on.

The waterfall roared, its steam rising and reflecting a hazy glow under the moonlight.

Two figures stood side by side atop the broad head of the Thousand Hands Hashirama statue, looking down at the surging water below.

Uchiha Yao, with a red-haired man.

The man was thin and pale, sitting in a specially made wheelchair, his legs clearly unable to walk. But his eyes were like a bottomless, icy pool, containing unimaginable pain, vicissitudes, and... a kind of deep-seated obsession.

He is the true form of the Six Paths of Pain, and the Akatsuki's apparent leader—Nagato.

Behind him, silently guarding him like a shadow, was a woman with short, light blue hair, a beautiful face, and a cool demeanor—Xiao Nan.

"You've arrived."

Nagato spoke. His voice was calm, but it carried an undeniable weakness, as if every word was draining his already limited strength.

"Hmm." Uchiha Yao nodded slightly, his gaze calmly fixed on the distance. "You said you had something to discuss in person."

Nagato remained silent for a moment.

A night breeze blew by, ruffling his long red hair and making a soft creaking sound as it moved the axles of his wheelchair.

Then, he slowly began to speak, recounting a long-buried past. That past, like an old scar, brought excruciating pain with each reopening:

"Back then... the Akatsuki organization had just been established."

"Yahiko, Minami, and I, the three orphans, in that land of rain soaked by war and tears, cherished a naive and beautiful ideal."

"We are trying to build a bridge connecting all countries in the Land of Rain, so that the smoke of war will no longer shroud that land where it rains forever."

"But Hanzo the Salamander, the de facto ruler of the Land of Rain, fears that our influence threatens his position."

"He colluded with Shimura Danzo, the leader of Konoha's Anbu at the time, and set a trap to ambush us."

Nagato's voice paused here.

He lowered his eyes slightly, as if suppressing some surging emotion:

"In that battle... Yahiko chose to... take his own life in order to save me."

He bumped into the kunai in my hand.

"From that moment on, I understood—"

He raised his head, his gaze meeting Uchiha Yao's directly, a look of piercing clarity and coldness that seemed to see through all the hypocrisy in the world.

"Simple ideals are so vulnerable in the face of cruel reality."

"How ridiculous."

He paused, then changed the subject, his gaze becoming even more profound:

"There is a masked man who calls himself Uchiha Madara, and he has been secretly watching me."

"He tried to lead me down a path of using extreme military force to achieve so-called 'peace'."

"But I could sense that he had ulterior motives."

"He doesn't genuinely want to achieve peace; he just wants to use me, to use my Rinnegan, to achieve some ulterior motive."

"And you, Uchiha You—"

Nagato's voice became serious:

"I can sense that you possess a terrifying power within you that is enough to sweep across the entire ninja world."

"But unlike Madara Uchiha back then, you did not choose to use absolute force to forcibly suppress all resistance and establish an empire in blood and fire."

"You have chosen to use gentler methods and more peaceful ideas to integrate this world that is on the verge of collapse."

"If I'm not mistaken, you should have seen Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha. Although they ended the Warring States period, the ninja village system they established actually triggered larger-scale and more frequent wars."

"You understand—suppressing the ninja world with absolute force can achieve peace in the short term. But after you die, everything will fall into the cycle again."

"So, you're looking for a new path."

Nagato's gaze deepened and hardened, as if burning with some inextinguishable flame:

"And I'm just like you."

"Over the years, I have been thinking about a path that can truly be followed."

"A few years ago, I felt like I had found it."

"We may need an 'ultimate weapon' that can be passed down through generations."

"A weapon that possesses the deterrent power to destroy the world, yet is not manipulated by any personal desires."

"Use it to counterbalance the endless desires and ambitions of the world."

"Let peace no longer depend on the mercy of a particular strongman, or the lifespan of a particular strongman."

"Only in this way can peace truly last."

After Nagato finished speaking, he stared intently at Uchiha You, waiting for his response.

Uchiha Yao listened quietly, then gazed into the distance, remaining silent for a long time.

The night wind howled and the waterfall roared, as if providing a silent accompaniment for this dialogue that transcended positions and grudges.

Then, he spoke slowly, his voice drifting in the night breeze, carrying an indescribable meaning:

"The ultimate weapon, huh...?"

He neither immediately agreed nor directly disagreed.

He simply sighed softly to himself.

Nagato... was ultimately too naive. He oversimplified and idealized everything.

Based on his understanding of the original work, Uchiha Yao knew clearly that Nagato's so-called "ultimate weapon" was ultimately entrusted to the ultimate tailed beast called "Ten-Tails".

He believed that by possessing the power of the Ten-Tails, he could create an ultimate weapon capable of intimidating the entire world, thereby achieving lasting peace.

But he didn't know that from beginning to end, he was just a pawn in the hands of Black Zetsu and Madara Uchiha.

All his actions were following someone else's script, leading step by step towards a predetermined ending.

That's too idealistic.

Uchiha Yao made this judgment in his heart, but on the surface, he did not show the slightest sign of denial.

Because he knew that once this ideological dispute escalated to the point of negating the other party's core beliefs, it could easily push potential allies to the opposite side.

no need.

In any case, the so-called Ten-Tails, the so-called ultimate weapon, are utterly insignificant in the face of his current power.

He was absolutely confident that he could suppress all variables under any circumstances.

As for the Akatsuki organization, as long as they don't actively cross his bottom line, he doesn't need to harbor absolute malice towards them.

Ultimately, they were just a group of pitiful people who had lost their home and direction after the chaos of war.

After a moment of silence, Uchiha Yao changed the subject.

He revealed a startling secret to Nagato—the secret of that dragon vein world that transcends time and space.

"In the distant future, there exists a parallel universe that is similar to our world, yet different from it."

"In that time and space, there was also Konoha Village, and there were also the nine tailed beasts."

"If you need enough tailed beast chakra to complete your plan, I can promise you—that the Nine-Tails of that world will be captured by the Akatsuki."

Upon hearing this, both Nagato and Konan showed expressions of shock.

A parallel universe? Another world's Nine-Tails?

This sounds too absurd to believe. If it weren't for the sincerity and strength that Uchiha Yao is showing at this moment, Nagato would almost think it's an absurd lie.

What shocked Nagato even more was what happened next.

Uchiha Yao slowly released the bloodline power within him, a power that had been tempered by the power of countless world origins within the Star Palace and had long surpassed the scope of this world's understanding.

It was a terrifying pressure that defied description, as if it came from a higher dimension.

His eyes transformed in an instant—from ordinary black eyes to the blood-red and pitch-black interwoven pattern of the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, and then further transformed into a kind that surpassed the Rinnegan, surpassed the Sharingan, and seemed to contain the mysteries of the universe's birth and death—the Rinne Mangekyou Sharingan!

The absolute suppressive force emanating from the depths of his bloodline, like that of a superior over an inferior, caused Nagato's Rinnegan to feel a certain resonance and tremor, uncontrollably heating up slightly.

Nagato's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively gripped the armrests of the wheelchair.

He could clearly sense that the extremely powerful bloodline power within Uchiha Yao was more than one level higher than his Rinnegan, which was known as the "control of life and death"!

This is... a bloodline surpassing that of the Sage of Six Paths?!

Uchiha Yao withdrew his oppressive aura, calmly looking at Nagato, and slowly spoke, pointing out a fact that Nagato had vaguely sensed for many years but had always been unwilling to delve into:

"Your Rinnegan was not something you were born with."

"It was artificially transplanted into your body."

"And the person who gave it to you was the masked man who called himself 'Uchiha Madara'."

"What he wanted was never to help you achieve your ideal of peace. What he wanted was simply to take everything from you once you had grown strong enough."

Nagato's breath hitched slightly.

A complex and unfathomable emotion flashed in his eyes—shock, anger, doubt, and a sense of relief, as if a certain suspicion had finally been confirmed.

He remained silent for a long time.

In the end, he did not ask Uchiha Yao how he knew these things, nor did he question the truthfulness of these words.

He simply gave Uchiha Yao a deep look, then slowly spoke, his voice slightly hoarse:

"...Why should I believe you?"

Uchiha Yao did not answer directly, but simply met his gaze calmly.

Although the oppressive aura emanating from the depths of his bloodline had subsided, the absolute difference in strength was clearly evident before Nagato.

With Uchiha Yao's current power, if he really wanted to harm me, he wouldn't need to say so much nonsense.

He could easily erase himself and Xiao Nan from this world as easily as crushing an ant.

But he didn't.

He chose to be honest and open, made promises, and even... was willing to offer a complete world as a bargaining chip for cooperation.

Nagato already had the answer in his heart.

Subsequently, Uchiha Yao, in his capacity as Hokage of Konoha, formally extended a recruitment notice to the Akatsuki organization.

"Join Konoha's alliance system."

"I don't need you to completely abandon the Akatsuki's independence, nor do I need you to become vassals of Konoha."

"All I need is for you to stand by my side in the crucial moments to come."

As a token of sincerity, Uchiha Yao presented Nagato with a precious gift—the first-generation cell regeneration drug developed by Orochimaru's clone.

"This medicine can repair your damaged body and restore your legs' ability to walk."

Nagato took the potion that glowed with a green light, his fingers trembling slightly.

For the first time, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

"……good."

He finally gave his answer:

"I promise you, I will form an alliance with Konoha."

He had no reason to refuse such a mutually beneficial cooperation with the Akatsuki.

He believed in Uchiha Yao's character—he had witnessed Uchiha Yao's actions in Konoha over the years.

He was not a brutal dictator, but a reformer who truly wanted to change the world.

At the same time, with such a powerful ally, Nagato was more confident in figuring out what the masked man was up to.

……