Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

The shadows of the two giant Buddhas covered the sky and shook the earth, shrouding the entire Konoha Village.

The blue and silver chakra light intertwined with the life force of Wood Release, splitting the sky in two.

Even the civilians on the outskirts could clearly see the two towering figures, as if a scene from a myth had come to life.

The ninjas present, whether from Konoha or other villages, stood frozen in place, mouths agape, speechless.

Only one thought remained in their minds: Is this still a battle between ninjas?

This is clearly a battle between gods!

While being suppressed by Mikoto and Kushina, Tobirama Senju managed to catch a glimpse of the two giant Buddhas amidst his busy schedule, and his lips twitched slightly.

He was initially frustrated by being suppressed by his two juniors, but when he saw his older brother and Madara, whom he regarded as the representative of the "evil Uchiha," being suppressed by Uchiha Yao and Tsunade, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

I'm not the only one experiencing this.

Everyone's getting beaten up. That's fine then.

After defeating the Fourth Mizukage's reanimated body, Konan and the others retreated to the edge of the battlefield, gazing up at the two colossal Buddhas, completely abandoning any thought of further combat. They tucked their hands into their sleeves, their faces calm, but their hearts were churning with turmoil. This level of battle was beyond their reach. It belonged to the realm of mythology.

Off the field, Minato Namikaze's figure flashed like a golden light, weaving through the trees. His opponent was a man wearing an orange spiral mask.

"Flying Thunder God Technique - Second Stage!"

Minato's figure appeared behind the masked man in an instant, his kunai glowing with the light of a Rasengan, aimed straight for the man's heart! His speed was so fast that it seemed to transcend the boundaries of time, leaving a golden afterimage in the air.

The masked man's body transformed into a twisting vortex the instant it made contact with the attack, engulfing it completely. His body reformed several meters away, and a cold snort emanated from beneath his mask: "Namikaze Minato... as expected of the Fourth Hokage. But you can't stop me now."

Minato didn't pursue, but simply watched him quietly, his gaze calm and resolute. He didn't refute, because he knew that with his current strength, he truly couldn't completely subdue this mysterious man. But he also didn't need to.

"I don't need to stop you." Minato's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable certainty. "I just need to buy you time."

The masked man remained silent for a moment. His only exposed eye, through the hole in his mask, gazed at the two colossal Buddhas towering into the distance. His pupils contracted slightly, and a deep sense of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

"...Uchiha You. His growth rate has exceeded my expectations."

His voice was low, carrying an indescribable mix of emotions. There was apprehension, resentment, and a hint of... unease.

He turned around, his body contorting as if to merge into the void: "But my plan will not end here."

His figure, like an ink droplet falling into water, slowly dissipated in the distorted space.

Minato didn't give chase. He simply stood there quietly, looking at the empty air, and gently exhaled. He knew that man would come again. But at least today, he had successfully prevented him from intervening in the main battlefield.

On the main battlefield, the final battle has arrived.

Hashirama and Madara stood atop the Susanoo, feeling the vibrations emanating from the massive chakra condensation beneath their feet. Looking at the colossal Buddha opposite them, which was even larger and more solid than themselves, a complex expression flashed in their eyes.

Hashirama couldn't contain his excitement. He opened his arms, feeling the power flowing through this reanimated body, the familiar sensation of fighting alongside his old friend again, and burst into laughter: "Hahaha! I never thought that after so many years since my death, I would encounter such an opponent! Madara! How long has it been since we fought side by side like this?"

His laughter was filled with pure joy and excitement. It was the joy of a warrior encountering a worthy opponent, the delight of reuniting with an old friend.

Ban snorted coldly, crossed his arms, but his gaze softened involuntarily: "Stop talking nonsense. Fight seriously."

The two formed hand seals simultaneously. Their movements were so synchronized that it was as if one person was looking in a mirror; the tacit understanding that transcended life and death and opposition was displayed to the fullest extent at this moment.

"Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands: Top Transformation Buddha!"

The countless arms of the blue Buddha moved simultaneously. Each arm shot out at supersonic speed, carrying earth-shattering power, crashing towards the giant Buddha opposite! The air exploded with sharp cracks under the impact of the arms, forming visible white shockwaves.

Uchiha Yao and Tsunade stood atop the giant Buddha's head, simultaneously forming hand seals. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they were telepathically connected.

"Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands - Top Transformed Buddha - Modified!"

Their colossal Buddha also extended countless arms. But in the palm of each arm, a gigantic, rapidly spinning Rasengan was concentrated! Those Rasengan emitted a piercing buzzing sound, with chakra spinning and compressing within them at high speed, radiating a light capable of destroying everything.

A sky full of Buddha's hands collided with a deafening roar!

"boom--!!!"

In that instant, heaven and earth fell silent. It was as if the entire world had fallen into absolute silence. Then came a deafening roar that could rip eardrums apart, a shockwave that could shake the soul. At the center of the collision between the two colossal Buddhas, a blinding white light burst forth. The light was so intense that everyone involuntarily closed their eyes, and even through their thick eyelids, they could still feel the scorching brightness.

The shockwave swept outwards, cracking the ground, collapsing buildings, and uprooting trees, tearing them to shreds in mid-air. Kakashi and the Konoha ninjas desperately maintained the protective barrier, their chakra surging into it like a burst dam, barely managing to keep the stands and surrounding buildings from being affected.

But Uchiha Yao was clearly prepared. Just as the aftershocks of the explosion were about to reach their limit, his Rinnegan Sharingan activated once more, and an invisible force, like a giant hand, gathered and channeled all the shockwaves into the sky.

A thick beam of light shot up from the ground and pierced the sky!

The beam of light pierced through the clouds and the atmosphere, tearing a massive hole thousands of meters in diameter through the thick clouds. Sunlight poured down from that hole, like heavenly light, illuminating the ravaged earth.

The sky was cloudless.

The explosion ended, and the smoke and dust dissipated.

The blue Susanoo statues of Hashirama and Madara were now completely shattered. The massive Buddha's body was covered in countless cracks, like broken porcelain, which then peeled away and collapsed piece by piece, eventually turning into countless blue specks of light that dissipated into the air like fireflies. Hashirama and Madara's impure bodies were also half-destroyed, teetering on the verge of collapse, as if they might fall apart at any moment.

While Uchiha Yao and Tsunade's giant Buddhas were slightly damaged, with some of the wooden outer shell peeling off and several cracks appearing on the Susanoo armor, the damage was minimal, and they still stood majestically, like an insurmountable mountain.

With a flick of his Rinnegan Mangekyou Sharingan, Uchiha Yao unleashed an invisible force that instantly bound Hashirama and Madara's bodies like chains, fixing them firmly in place and rendering them completely powerless.

Madara felt the oppressive force, the vast, ocean-like power of his eyes surging in from all directions, and a complex expression flashed in his eyes. It was the feeling of being surpassed, a sense of melancholy and... relief at being swept away by the next wave. He had dominated the ninja world for decades and never imagined that one day he would be so thoroughly suppressed by a junior Uchiha.

Hashirama felt the same way. He looked at the still-standing giant Buddha opposite him, at the two young people atop the Buddha's head, at the calm yet resolute expressions on their faces, and a relieved smile appeared on his own. In that smile, there was no resentment, no regret, only a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment at seeing the younger generation thrive.

Tsunade leaped down from the top of the giant Buddha's head, her movements as light as a swallow, and landed in front of Hashirama and Madara.

Looking at these two ancestors before her, at their broken, filthy bodies, at the complex expressions in their eyes—shock, relief, resentment, and relief—her eyes involuntarily began to redden.

"Great-Grandpa... Grandpa Ban..."

Her voice was choked with emotion, but she stubbornly refused to let her tears fall. She was the princess of the Senju clan, the pillar of Konoha; she could not shed tears at this moment.

Then, to the astonishment of Hashirama and Madara, her eyes subtly changed—the three-tomoe Sharingan slowly rotated beneath them. The crimson light shone brightly in the sunlight.

Hashirama Senju was utterly dumbfounded. His eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and he pointed at Tsunade's eyes, his fingers trembling: "This...this...this is the Sharingan?! Tsunade, how can you have the Sharingan?!"

His voice was filled with disbelief and shock. How could someone from the Senju clan possess the Uchiha clan's bloodline limit?

Madara Uchiha was enraged! He whirled around, staring intently at Hashirama Senju, his sharp eyes, even though bound, burning with barely suppressed fury: "Hashirama! You Senju clan! Did you secretly steal my Uchiha bloodline?!"

His voice rolled like muffled thunder, carrying a betrayed rage. He could tolerate being defeated, but he could never tolerate the Senju clan using despicable means to seize the Uchiha bloodline.

Hashirama Senju shuddered under his murderous gaze, quickly waving his hands in denial, his face full of innocence: "I didn't! I don't know! This has nothing to do with me!"

He immediately turned around, glaring angrily at Tobirama Senju not far away, as if he had found the culprit: "Tobirama! Did you do this?! What have you been secretly researching this time?!"

The innocent bystander, Tobirama Senju, was currently being held down by Mikoto and Kushina, unable to move. Hearing his brother's questioning, he nearly coughed up blood. His face flushed red, and he roared, "Big brother! What does this have to do with me! I don't know anything!"

A century-old grudge was reignited. The scene descended into chaos.

"Enough!" Tsunade shouted sternly to stop the farce.

She took a deep breath, her gaze calm as she looked at Hashirama and Madara, and slowly began to recount the truth that had been buried for a thousand years: "Great-grandfather, Madara-sama. The Senju and Uchiha were never sworn enemies. Our ancestor, the Sage of Six Paths—he had two sons. One inherited the Sage's Eyes, and the other inherited the Sage's Body. The Senju and Uchiha are the descendants of those two sons."

"We are brothers of the same origin. The century-long conflict is nothing more than a joke that has continued for a thousand years due to misunderstanding and estrangement."

"Now, in Konoha, the Senju and Uchiha are no longer enemies. We live in harmony, intermarry, and our bloodlines intertwine. The blood of our two clans has flowed together once more."

Hashirama and Madara both fell silent.

As they gazed at the slowly rotating three-tomoe Sharingan in Tsunade's eyes, at the calm yet resolute expression on her face, a complex and indescribable emotion welled up within them. A century of struggle, a century of hatred, a century of antagonism… in the end, it was all a farce perpetuated by ignorance.

Madara was deeply shaken. He remained silent for a long time, his sharp eyes churning with countless emotions. Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at Uchiha You. His gaze held an unprecedented sense of recognition and...gratification.

"Kid...you did a great job."

His voice was a little hoarse, but it carried a heartfelt sincerity: "Your vision and your perspective have already surpassed those of us old folks."

Hashirama Senju nodded repeatedly, a bright smile on his face, then suddenly blurted out, "So, we Senju and Uchiha are brothers after all! Madara, stop looking so stern all the time, let's make up!"

Madara Uchiha's face instantly darkened. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he practically roared through gritted teeth, "Who said I'm your brother?!"

"Hey, don't say that. Aren't the Sage of Six Paths' two sons brothers? Then of course we're brothers too!" Hashirama remained unmoved and continued to approach with a grin.

"I said no!"

"yes!"

"no!"

"yes!"

Looking at his older brother's state, Tobirama Senju felt a deep sense of powerlessness wash over him. He couldn't help but lament in his heart: "Brother, you're supposed to be known as the 'God of Shinobi,' can't you have some dignity? Can't you stop arguing like a child with that evil Uchiha Madara in front of so many people?"

What frustrated him even more was that even though his older brother hadn't recovered to 100% strength due to his impure body, he still had about 60-70% of his former strength.

Unexpectedly, the old man who joined forces with the evil old devil Madara Uchiha was easily suppressed by the evil brat who is now a rising star of the Uchiha clan, together with Tsunade.

As for himself, he didn't even have the qualifications to participate in a battle of this level and was easily suppressed.

That feeling of powerlessness filled Tobirama Senju with frustration and helplessness, yet he had no way to vent it.

At this moment, Madara Uchiha, though powerless and bound and unable to move, looked at Uchiha You, this rising young generation, especially at those strange eyes with the Rinnegan in his Mangekyou Sharingan. His eyes showed appreciation, but also a touch of melancholy.

"You are truly outstanding, so outstanding that it has exceeded my expectations, and everyone's expectations." His voice carried the approval of an elder for a junior. "No wonder that Senju girl is so fond of you. I'm sure that the descendants of the Uchiha and Senju clans will truly shake the entire ninja world in the future."

At this moment, although Madara Uchiha sensed that Uchiha Yao's strength was somewhat troublesome, and even if he returned later, he might not be able to defeat this junior, Madara was still very happy. Because the fight was exhilarating, and more importantly, he had truly defeated his old friend, Hashirama Senju. This satisfaction allowed him to finally release the pent-up frustration he had accumulated for a century.

Upon hearing Madara Uchiha's words, Hashirama Senju, who was standing next to him, immediately chimed in noisily, "I think Tsunade is in love with your Uchiha clan's junior not only because she is very charming and attracts young people, but also because the two are kindred spirits, just like Mito and I back then. It's a beautiful love story."

As he said this, his face held a tender and sentimental look as he reminisced about the past.

Seeing Hashirama Senju's expression and hearing his old friend mention the woman stuck between them—Mito Uzumaki—Madara Uchiha's face darkened slightly. He snorted coldly and said, "It's different. Fine, you and that woman are just exceptionally gifted. But my junior's girlfriend, Tsunade, possesses both the Rinnegan and the Senju's physique, making her practically half Uchiha. Plus, marrying into the Uchiha clan makes her three-quarters Uchiha, not very closely related to your Senju lineage anymore. I imagine in the future, besides the inherited Sharingan, my Uchiha clan will also gain a Wood Release technique."

Madara Uchiha's words made Hashirama's eyes widen. He thought to himself: Madara is after my Wood Release! This Madara is still the same Madara, even at a time like this he doesn't forget to scheme!

Madara Uchiha, outwardly arrogant and argumentative, harbored deep schemes. He had never forgotten the grudge from the Valley of the End. His supposed best friend had betrayed him. While his own stubbornness played a part, it was no excuse for Hashirama's ruthless choices. Now, his successors had firmly suppressed the Senju, avenging Madara's century-long grievance.

At the same time, Madara Uchiha was confident that even though Uchiha You in front of him seemed to possess a mutated Rinnegan and Sharingan, Madara had absolute confidence in his own combat ability and talent.

When the day comes that I return in the future and regain my Rinnegan, I will still be the strongest in the ninja world.

When the time comes, I will definitely summon Hashirama back from the underworld and give him a good beating.

And we also have to ask this junior if he wants to dance and redeem himself.

Seeing that the two enemies were still bickering and arguing even after being sealed by her Yao-jun, Tsunade could no longer bear it.

She took a sudden step forward, clenched her fists, and unleashed a powerful wave of chakra from her body, shouting angrily:

"You two! That's enough!"

"One is my great-grandfather, and the other is the founder of Konoha Village. They're both over a hundred years old, and they're still arguing about descendants, surnames, and bloodline at stake. You're not ashamed, but I am!"

Hashirama Senju shrank back, embarrassed, and chuckled awkwardly, scratching his head.

"Oh, Tsunade, don't be angry, we were just chatting..."

Madara Uchiha felt secretly embarrassed. He turned his head away, no longer looking at Tsunade's angry gaze, but couldn't help feeling regretful.

Why did I lose to Hashirama, who had such a temperament, back then?

Why did I lose back then? It's really strange.

For a moment, Madara Uchiha couldn't understand it.