Naruto: Traveling Through Time Starting with Seizing the Dragon Vein

Madara Uchiha spent his entire life pursuing ultimate power and the glory of battle.

But today, these otherworldly beings not only failed to give him the quick and painless death that a warrior deserves, but instead acted as if they were afraid of killing him!

humiliation!

An unprecedented humiliation!

"Kill me... Go ahead and kill me if you dare!!!"

Ban let out a roar.

However, the players surrounding him completely ignored him.

"Lord Shikaku, the target is on the verge of an emotional breakdown!" a member of the ANBU reported loudly, "but... there's been no movement at all!"

Chapter 317 What exactly does He want?

Inside the command post at the rear, the faces of Shikaku, Tsunade, Minato, and the others instantly darkened.

"How could this be?"

Tsunade slammed her fist on the sand table. "My body has been pushed to the absolute brink of life and death, and even my spirit is on the verge of collapse... Why hasn't that 'will' descended yet?"

Orochimaru licked his lips, his golden vertical pupils fixed on the dying Six Paths Madara on the screen.

"Hehehe... It seems we underestimated the ruthlessness of that 'god'."

"Orochimaru, what did you see?" Minato asked, frowning.

Orochimaru stuck out his long tongue, his voice hoarse and chilling:

"Don't you understand, everyone?"

“In our subconscious, we regard Rokudo Madara as an ‘important vessel’ that carries the will of the gods, and we believe that as long as the vessel is about to break, the master will come out to check on it with heartache.”

"But the truth is... in that person's eyes, he doesn't deserve it!"

Orochimaru's finger lightly swiped across the screen.

“In other words…” Nara Shikaku frowned, his brain working at lightning speed, “All our previous tactical approaches, including trying to torture Madara physically and emotionally, were futile. To arouse ‘His’ interest, we must start with ‘His’ personality and cognitive dimensions.”

The entire command post fell silent.

Tsunade rubbed her temples in frustration: "Easy for you to say! We don't even know where that Otsutsuki God is, and even Lord Tsuki can't see through His true nature. How are we supposed to analyze the personality of a god?"

"and many more……"

Minato Namikaze suddenly raised his head.

"I recall that Lord Yue mentioned Him once."

“That’s right!” Shikaku quickly pulled up an intelligence scroll, which was the core data that Uchiha Tsuki shared with the high-ranking officials of various factions after the success of the [My Will Is the Will of Heaven] plan.

"When Lord Yue stripped away the core corrective power of the main world and replaced it with the [Heavenly Will Avatar], that being cast a glance upon you once!"

"That was the only time, in all the information we knew, that He willingly lowered His gaze, and... even left behind a 'soft laugh'!"

Orochimaru licked his lips: "My will is the will of Heaven... my will... the will of Heaven."

"It's willpower!"

As Orochimaru murmured, Shikaku instantly understood: "What Lord Tsuki used to replace the underlying logic of the world was not simply a vast amount of chakra, but the will of hundreds of millions of beings collected by the Spirit Network!"

"So, do we still have to attack him with our mental power? But those elite mountain clan members who mainly cultivate mental power have already been kicked offline by the backlash and won't be able to log back in for a while." Tsunade frowned and muttered to herself.

“No, mental power is mental power, and willpower is willpower. They are related, but they are not the same thing in essence,” Orochimaru retorted.

"Mental strength is just a 'weapon,' while willpower is the 'soul' that wields that weapon! It encompasses a person's memories, obsessions, and cognition!"

Upon hearing this, Yahiko, who was standing to the side, also realized what was going on: "So, what we need to do is use our will to break through that barrier from before?"

Everyone instantly understood what the "barrier" Yahiko was referring to was.

It was that group of elites who specialized in mental power who encountered that indescribable "huge shadow" when they ventured into the depths of Madara Rokudo's subconscious.

At the time, it was shared with them by those who mainly cultivated spiritual power, and they didn't know what it was. Now it seems there's a lot to be done about it.

"The plan is feasible, let's give it a try."

……

The ruins of the Valley of the End.

Rokudo Madara, who was pinned to the bottom of the deep pit by the Myojinmon, was breathing heavily.

Although his body was badly damaged, his sixth-level regenerative ability was still slowly repairing his injuries.

"What? You bunch of otherworldly scum, you didn't dare kill me, and now you don't even dare to come near me?"

Madara spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his Rinne Sharingan with nine tomoe staring at the player army that had suddenly stopped attacking, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

However, he discovered that the 100,000 otherworldly ninjas who had surrounded him had all laid down their weapons and sat cross-legged in the ruins.

Immediately afterwards, all of their eyes lost focus and became lifeless, like puppets.

Ban didn't understand what these lunatics were up to this time.

He was just looking forward to taking the opportunity to break free from his constraints.

suddenly!

Ban felt countless voices echoing deep within his brain!

Followed by.

His vision blurred instantly, and the surrounding wasteland, rain, and player army all disappeared.

When Ban regained his senses, he found himself in a vast, boundless, pure white space.

This is deep within his subconscious, a space of will uniquely belonging to him, Uchiha Madara!

At the edge of this pure white space, the spatial barrier rippled outwards like waves.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Hundreds of transparent souls, enveloped in pure Yin energy, "squeezed" into his world!

Is this all the people you have?

Ban knew their strategy, but seeing that there were only so few of them, he smiled disdainfully.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face quickly disappeared.

Because he discovered that countless black cracks had appeared in his world of consciousness at some unknown time!

And these fissures are continuously supplying players.

What he saw was just players emerging from a crack.

"Ding! Player [Konoha's Number One Affection] has logged into the current node!"

"Ding! Player [Just Want to Make Money] has logged into the current node!"

"Ding! Player [I Love Ramen] has logged into the current node!"

"..."

It's like being hit by a DDoS attack!

Hundreds of thousands of player souls, with all sorts of appearances, bizarre obsessions, and undisguised greed, flooded into Ban's mind!

"Shut up! All of you, shut up!!!"

Ban covered his head and roared in his own world.

"I am the savior! I will create a perfect world without pain! You filthy creatures driven by desire, get out of my sight!"

However, his roar was quickly drowned out by the players' will.

He was not afraid of death, pain, or any powerful ninjutsu.

But he couldn't bear the fact that his soul and beliefs were being eroded by the will of countless players!

"It's all fake... It's all fake... Hashirama... My path is the right one..."

Under the pressure of countless wills, Madara Rokudo's self-awareness began to severely disintegrate.

His illusory soul flickered violently in the pure white space, eventually becoming elusive.

"I...I am Uchiha Madara...I want...I want to create..."

"boom!"

As the last shred of reason was overwhelmed by the players' will, Madara Uchiha's self-awareness finally vanished into nothingness!

Chapter 318 The Path of Light Paved by Willpower

As Madara Uchiha's self-awareness completely vanished, that shadow was fully exposed to the player.

It doesn't resemble any specific monster, nor is it a representation of any particular ninjutsu.

It was like a shadow, cold and lifeless.

Just one glance is enough to instill a sense of fear, as if one were being sucked into an abyss!

"Is this... is this our goal?"

The Cloud Shadow player at the forefront swallowed hard, suppressing his instinctive tremor, and roared, "Brothers! Charge!"

Without hesitation, hundreds of Cloud Shadow players ignited their spiritual power, transforming into hundreds of dazzling streaks of light, like moths to a flame, and crashed headlong into that massive shadow!

However, a desperate scene unfolded.

The shadow didn't even make any "retaliatory" move.

It simply stands there.

"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"

There was no explosion, no roar.

The hundreds of players who rushed into the shadowy area didn't even have time to scream before they disintegrated like melting snow in an instant!

Just like the previous group of ninjas who specialized in mental power.