Naruto: Traveling Through Time Starting with Seizing the Dragon Vein

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Uchiha Tsuki slowly raised her head, her eyes, sparkling with starlight, reflecting the already fallen Obito in the distance, and she murmured softly.

"Obito... there is still a reason to save this world."

"open!"

With a furious roar from Uchiha Tsukuyomi, an incredibly vast golden chakra network, centered on him and carrying the will of billions of living beings in the main world, suddenly unfolded across the gray sky!

Chapter 249 Our New World VS. Our Old World

The sky has cracked open.

There were no battle cries, no words.

There is only one belief that transcends time, space, and dimensions!

The first to cross the boundary of the Spirit Network was Hashirama Senju, whose entire body radiated vitality!

It is Hashirama Senju who united Konoha.

He stood at the edge of the crack, looked down at the "Old World Hashirama" opposite him, who was covered in deathly aura, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

Then, he suddenly clasped his hands together!

"Boom!"

A wooden figure rose from the ground and collided violently with the dark, decaying wooden figure!

The earth trembled, and black mud splashed everywhere!

Immediately afterwards, another figure stepped out from the golden light.

That was a projection of Madara Uchiha's will to unite Konoha!

A dazzling, fully formed Susanoo drew its longsword and engaged in a fierce battle with the deep blue Susanoo in the sky!

This is far from over!

At the pinnacle of the heavens, a brilliant light shone forth!

The projections of the wills of the Sage of Six Paths and Hamura Otsutsuki, fed back from the main world via the Spirit Network, held golden staffs and were bathed in the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars. They quietly met the empty and illusory "Sage of Six Paths" and "Hamura Otsutsuki" from the old world.

Even Kaguya Otsutsuki transformed into a pure and immaculate white-clad projection, blasting towards the "self" that represented ruthlessness and destruction!

The earth below was also completely boiling!

Besides the god-like pioneers, there are the Kage of the Five Great Nations, the Anbu of Konoha, the Lightning Release squad of Kumogakure, the Explosion Squad of Iwagakure, and the assassins of Kirigakure...

Even those ordinary ninjas who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield...

One by one, they stood up from the ground.

They transformed into an unstoppable golden torrent, like a blade of light cleaving through the night, crashing fiercely into the endless black tide of corpses!

Third Hokage vs. Third Hokage, Rasa vs. Rasa, Tobirama vs. Tobirama, Jiraiya vs. Jiraiya...

These summoned beings are not the true forms of the main world, but rather the will originating from the Chakra Network.

Like the ninjas in the Black Tide, they are immortal and indestructible.

However, the difference is that the ninjas in the Black Tide carry the will of the old world, while they carry the will of the new world.

Right in the center of the battlefield.

The trio, who had already been driven to the brink of despair by the endless black tide and were even struggling to stand, were now completely stunned.

The boy, Obito, sat down in the mud, his head tilted back.

His mouth was wide open, his eyes trembling violently, completely oblivious to the bloodstains on his face.

What did he see?

He saw countless Konoha ninjas he didn't know, even his predecessors wearing headbands from different ninja villages. There was no barrier or suspicion between them. In order to protect the same hope, they rushed into the deadly situation without hesitation!

"This...this is..." Obito's voice trembled, "...the world we fought so hard to protect..."

"Can you see me in the future? Me in the future!"

Kakashi used his broken ninja sword to support his body.

The genius boy who always talked about "rules" and "garbage" had tears welling up in his deadpan eyes.

It seems that everyone has truly built a world full of light.

"The world... really can be changed by everyone working together, Obito, can you see that? Obito!"

Bathed in this warm golden light, Nohara Rin's previously somewhat cold body miraculously began to feel warm.

Looking at the dazzling chakra net in the sky, at the phantoms shimmering with hope, tears welled up in her eyes, and she smiled the most beautiful smile of her life.

"Did you see that... another Obito... Obito!"

Rin turned her head and looked at the masked Obito in the distance, who had already given up all senses, and murmured to herself:

"Don't close your eyes anymore... The world you've always dreamed of doesn't need to be found in illusions, it really exists! It's been created by all of us, bit by bit!"

"Kakashi! Rin! Let's go pull that idiot... out of the abyss!!!"

The young Obito suddenly stood up from the ground, and the three of them clasped their hands together again.

With each step the three took forward, countless hideous black shadows would rapidly approach and block them from all directions.

But at the same instant, countless dazzling golden lights and shadows will descend from the sky, fearlessly meeting the black tide and shielding the three teenagers from all malice!

That was the pride of the Uchiha clan in the main world—the Fire Release technique; that was the powerful taijutsu of the Senju clan; that was the united defense of the five great nations' ninjas, transcending hatred!

"Move forward, you little devils!"

Faintly, they seemed to hear voices full of expectation from the main world.

A road paved with dazzling golden light was forcibly cleaved open by billions of living beings from the main world amidst an endless black tide of corpses!

Straight to Obito in his mask!

……

The bottom of the abyss.

Masked Obito had completely sunk into deathly silence.

But suddenly, a faint light appeared in the absolute darkness of the deep sea.

That wasn't visual light, but rather a trace of... emotion.

Aspirations for the future world...

It was not the despair he had always believed in.

Then, one image after another began to appear.

He "saw" it.

It was a miraculous process of a world transforming from darkness into light, bit by bit.

He witnessed the transformation from a deep-seated blood feud spanning a thousand years to two ninja clans raising their cups in celebration at the same table.

He saw that the darkness buried deep underground was destroyed, and the sunlight shone equally on every corner of the ninja world.

He saw young children, who should have been forcibly sent to the battlefield, laughing and rushing into their parents' arms after school.

He saw that ordinary people and ninjas could share each other's joys and sorrows through the chakra network.

He saw that the teacher who was supposed to die tragically on the night of the Nine-Tails was still standing vividly in the sunlight, smiling as he proclaimed the new Will of Fire to his juniors.

He saw...

From endless battles to true bonds.

From a scheming hell to... a world where people can truly understand each other, a world that doesn't need to be maintained by lies like the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

That is hope.

That's understanding.

That is an infinite expectation for tomorrow and for the future!

Every collision of shadow and light creates such a scene, and every scene is received by Obito, who has his five senses blocked.

It's not just a feeling, but the "mutual understanding" that countless people seek.

This world was once terrible, full of betrayal, scheming and death.

But it's not beyond redemption!

If everyone is willing to change it, to repair it, and to plant flowers on the devastated ruins...

One day, it will become what everyone hopes for!

This warm feeling held up Obito's sinking soul.

He always believed that the old world was completely rotten and that there was no other way to cover it up except with the illusion of Infinite Tsukuyomi.

But he was wrong.

It's ridiculously wrong, utterly absurd.

The world he hated had actually been saved by everyone.

It can truly become a real world where everyone can smile from the bottom of their hearts without needing illusions or masks.

So... what does my perseverance over all these years really mean?

Did I really do something wrong?

The new world and the old world are always just a matter of a single thought.

In the darkness at the very bottom of the abyss, his hand suddenly felt a touch of warmth.

Masked Obito slowly opened his unfocused eye.

Through the darkness and the deep sea, he saw above him three wounded boys, struggling with all their might to pull him out of this quagmire of despair.

And this time...

He was in the abyss, and he didn't shake off those hands again.