Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Shiren suddenly formed hand seals, and as his ten fingers flew, he mobilized all the remaining massive amount of chakra in his body.

Chakra was nearly depleted, but the burning obsession in those reincarnated eyes was more intense than ever before.

An unnatural flush rose on his pale face, and the hand seals he made were so fast that they left afterimages. Each seal carried a resolute determination to destroy everything in their path.

The sky began to look unnatural.

The thin lunar sky gathered countless bright spots from all directions, like a curtain woven from falling stars.

At first, there were only a few scattered spots, but in an instant, they covered the entire gray-white sky, turning it into a dazzling silver-white.

"Gravitational meteorite."

Sheren spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and dry, carrying a final resolve. His gaze pierced through the meteor shower, landing on the tall figure on the ground, a desolate smile curving his lips.

"When I draw down all the rocks from the moon's sky, you and the land beneath your feet will be reduced to dust. You cannot win this war, for you will have no way to escape this planet."

Countless meteorites, carrying an impact force powerful enough to destroy mountains and rivers, surged in like a dense rain.

They varied in size, some as small as millstones, others as large as hills. Each one was enveloped in grayish-white gravitational chakra, and as they plummeted at high speed, they created blinding flashes of light as they rubbed against the thin atmosphere. It was as if a hole had been pierced through the entire lunar sky, from which endless rocks poured down with a devastating force.

The dust on the ground was blown about by the gale-force winds stirred up by the meteorite, and the whole earth trembled slightly.

Uchiha Yao stood still, looking up at the overwhelming shower of meteorites, his expression almost one of scrutiny and calm.

His gaze was indifferent, as if he were observing a landscape unrelated to himself. In those transformed eyes, three kinds of pupil power slowly flowed, clearly reflecting the trajectory, speed, and chakra distribution of each meteorite.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and his fingertips gently drew an arc in mid-air.

Where the arc passed, space seemed to be torn open by an invisible hand, leaving a golden slit. From the slit emerged an ancient and pure chakra, golden in color and condensed in texture, like a divine blade drawn from its slumber, carrying an aura of majesty that transcended all things.

The chakra condensed at his fingertips into an invisible blade, its blade shimmering with golden patterns, each pattern seemingly engraved with the oldest incantation of the Otsutsuki clan.

"Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion."

His voice was very soft, almost like he was talking to himself. But as he finished speaking those four words, he flicked his finger forward—

A golden light fell from the horizon.

The golden light was initially only the thickness of a finger, but in an instant it expanded into a giant pillar that pierced the sky, with a diameter of over a hundred feet, stretching from one end of the sky to the other, like a golden dragon lying across the center of the meteorite cluster.

Wherever the golden light passed, the space emitted a piercing wail, as if this force had forcibly torn open an unhealable wound.

The golden light was so sharp that almost nothing could block it—any meteorite that touched it was instantly vaporized into ashes.

It wasn't shattering, it wasn't disintegration, but true evaporation. Rocks, dust, gravitational chakra—all matter was reduced to its most basic particles the instant it came into contact with the golden light, leaving not even a fragment behind.

The meteor shower was like a tsunami encountering the sun, swept away in an instant.

The sky, which was originally covered with countless meteorites, is now just a clean and bright dome, and the gray-white lunar sky is revealed again, as if the devastating meteorite shower just now was nothing but an illusion.

The man's pupils contracted sharply.

The light in his reincarnated eyes flickered violently, and the resolute expression on his face was instantly replaced by an incredulous horror. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

But before he could utter a sound, the golden light had already crossed the meteor shower and struck the ground beneath his feet.

There was no earth-shattering noise.

With a dull, almost inaudible cracking sound, the moon's surface split open, revealing a bottomless trench. The trench began where the golden light had fallen and spread rapidly to both sides, cleanly slicing through rocks, soil, and underground veins, leaving smooth, mirror-like surfaces as if cut by the most precise tools.

The trench stretched for dozens of miles, like an unhealable gash cut into this ancient planet.

A dark light emerged from the depths of the crack.

The light was dark purple and viscous, like some long-sealed seal trembling within the crack. The surface of the seal was covered with dense incantations, each one flashing intensely and emitting a faint hissing sound, as if making a final stand.

However, faced with the destructive power of the Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion, this seal, which had existed for countless years, crumbled inch by inch like paper.

Sheren looked down at the crack and suddenly smiled.

The laughter was soft, carrying a sense of desolate relief. His gaze fell on the crumbling seal, and the horror in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a complex and inscrutable emotion—a sense of relief, a touch of reminiscence, and a sigh that was almost pity.

"The seal... has finally been broken."

He murmured to himself, his voice so soft it was almost carried away by the wind.

Moonlight streamed down from the sky, illuminating everything it touched.

Uchiha Yao didn't even glance at him.

His gaze had already fallen upon the ball of light—within which was sealed an ancient figure.

The dark purple sealing light gradually faded, revealing the entity sealed within. The white light intensified, and a slender female figure slowly emerged from the light.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, the strands floating gently in the weightless environment, shimmering with a soft, moon-white sheen. A pair of short, demonic horns adorned her forehead, their tips slightly upturned, exuding an ancient and mysterious majesty. Her pale skin was as smooth as porcelain, gleaming almost transparently in the moonlight. A wide white robe enveloped her slender frame, the hem embroidered with the crescent moon pattern unique to the Otsutsuki clan, swaying gently in the wind.

Kaguya Otsutsuki.

She fell from the seal, staggering as her feet touched the ground.

Her bare feet touched the cold, rocky surface of the moon, and her body swayed slightly, looking around blankly like a newly awakened infant. She unconsciously raised her hands, looked at her palms, then at the desolate lunar landscape around her, her bewilderment deepening.

Those pure white eyes held a complete blankness, as if they had been sealed away for too long, even the most basic memories had been lost. Her gaze slowly swept over the desolation and cracks around her, over the figure in the distance still forming hand seals, and finally landed on the only familiar figure in front of her.

Uchiha Yao stood there without moving.

His gaze calmly met Kaguya's, neither approaching nor retreating. His hands hung naturally at his sides, and his chakra was completely contained, radiating no hostility whatsoever.

The moment Kaguya's gaze met his, the bewilderment in her eyes was suddenly overwhelmed by a warm glow.

Her white pupils widened slightly, something deep within them trembling gently. A certain sensation from the depths of her bloodline was awakened within her, as if she had found a long-lost home. The feeling was vague and hazy, as if veiled by a thick fog, yet she instinctively knew—the person before her was safe.

She took a step.

Then comes the second step.

Her steps were initially hesitant, as if confirming something, but as the distance closed, the kinship grew stronger, and her pace quickened. Driven by an instinctive, irresistible attraction, she moved towards the figure like a moth drawn to a flame.

She was like a fairy formed from moonlight, quietly nestled beside Uchiha Yao.

She only reached up to Uchiha You's shoulder, and had to tilt her head slightly to see his face. She gently rested her forehead on his shoulder, her long, silvery-white hair sliding down his robes, carrying a cool, moonlit aura. Her hands lightly grasped his sleeves, her fingertips applying slight pressure, as if to confirm that this was not an illusion.

"You have the scent of family on you."

She let out a very soft murmur, her voice soft and hoarse, carrying a lingering weariness and dependence after a long period of time.

The voice was very soft, so soft that only Uchiha Yao could hear it. Yet the emotion contained within it was so intense that it was impossible to dissipate—like a child who had been lost for too long finally finding a place to sleep, all vigilance, all defensiveness, all loneliness quietly crumbling in that moment.

Uchiha Yao glanced down at her.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the top of her silver-white hair, then swept over the hands that were clutching his sleeve. Those hands were very white, almost transparent, with a slight chill at the fingertips.

He did not push him away.

He led Hinata and Kaguya into the ancient palace of the Otsutsuki clan.

The palace stands in a basin on the far side of the moon, constructed entirely of an unknown silvery-white metal, its surface covered with the moon patterns and runes unique to the Otsutsuki clan. The palace's dome is extremely high; looking up, one can almost see the starry sky. The walls inside are inlaid with countless luminous crystals, illuminating the entire palace as if it were daytime.

Deep within the palace halls, a device composed of countless white eyes floats like a starry sky.

Those were countless Byakugan collected by the Otsutsuki clan over countless years. Each one floated in mid-air, enveloped in a thin chakra membrane, emitting a soft white light. They were densely packed together, like a real starry sky, and each Byakugan contained pure bloodline power.

At a rough glance, there are at least tens of thousands of them.

Uchiha Yao stood in the center of the device.

He slowly raised his head and opened his eyes.

Three eye powers were released at the same moment—the Byakugan's insight, the Sharingan's replication, and the Rinnegan's control. The three powers intertwined, like a huge vortex, slowly rotating in his pupils.

A powerful suction force was generated at the center of the vortex.

The power in those disdainful eyes was gradually drawn away, absorbed, and integrated into his own transformed eyes.

The pure chakra and ocular power of the Byakugan flowed like gentle rivers, embraced and absorbed by that vast, ocean-like eye, becoming an integral part of it without any rejection. With each Byakugan he absorbed, his vision became clearer, and the patterns in his pupils became more complex.

He felt his vision becoming clearer than ever before.

At first, he could only make out the details of each incantation on the palace walls. Gradually, his vision began to penetrate the walls, penetrate the lunar rock layers, penetrate the surface of space, and see deeper things—those flowing chakra veins, those rules hidden in the gaps of space, and those ancient marks left by the Otsutsuki clan.

When the power of the last Byakugan was completely absorbed, the entire "starry sky" dimmed, and tens of thousands of Byakugan simultaneously lost their luster, turning into ordinary stone beads that fell to the ground with a crisp clattering sound.

Uchiha Yao slowly closed his eyes.

In his eyes, the three types of pupil power were undergoing their final fusion and transformation. It was a painful and lengthy process, yet his face remained calm, without even a furrow of his brow.

A moment later, when he opened his eyes again, his gaze pierced through the palace dome, across the surface of the moon, and landed on the blue planet suspended in the darkness.

However, what he saw was not just that planet.

Two overlapping, azure planets appeared in the field of vision, one solid and one bright, like two sides of the same coin. They orbited in the same path, yet were separated by an interval that could not be measured by distance. That interval was not spatial, but rather a deeper, more rule-based barrier.

Then I understood.

His gaze sharpened slightly, and the three types of eye power activated simultaneously, making the two overlapping planets even clearer. The so-called parallel world, the so-called Reflection Ninja World—were never naturally formed gaps in the multiverse.

That was the Tsukuyomi Plan, woven by Kaguya Otsutsuki's own will.

She creates a visible ninja world and a hidden ninja world, reflecting and mirroring each other. The two worlds share the same starry sky and the same timeline, yet they are isolated from each other and cannot communicate. When the Otsutsuki clan descends, she can escape into the hidden world and hide forever in that unknown shadow.

This is a vast and suffocating escape route spanning millennia.

"I see."

Uchiha Yao turned his head and looked at Kaguya, who was quietly leaning against him.

She was looking up, curiously watching the light swirling in his eyes, his reflection shimmering in her white pupils like that of a bewildered young animal.

"You betrayed the Otsutsuki clan back then because you didn't want to be used as a living sacrifice," Uchiha Yao's voice was calm, as if stating a fact. "You created two ninja worlds, leaving yourself a way out."

Kaguya looked up at him slightly.

Her white eyes held a mixture of confusion and longing—she couldn't even remember her own identity or her past, let alone the earth-shattering choices she had made. Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she only let out a muffled murmur and leaned her head back onto his shoulder.

But Uchiha Yao wasn't in a hurry.

Her current amnesia and vulnerability present the perfect opportunity to win her over. A Kaguya who has lost her memory but instinctively feels close to the Otsutsuki bloodline is far easier to guide than an ancient goddess who retains her complete will.