Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

Let's combine our strength!

Madara stared at the fist, remained silent for a moment, then extended his fist and clashed heavily with Hashirama's fist.

"Then let's teach this arrogant junior a lesson!"

Two completely different streams of chakra erupted between their fists, merging together and spiraling into the air!

The vitality of Yang and the creativity of Yin resonated perfectly at this moment.

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

Hashirama clasped his hands together and let out a deafening roar.

The earth cracked open again, and this time a giant, golden Buddha with a thousand hands emerged, larger than before and with a more majestic face.

A huge golden halo even floated behind him, sacred and inviolable.

"It's not over yet!"

Ban stood atop the Buddha's head, his eyes gleaming with the light of the Samsara Eye, his hands forming a mudra.

"Armored Susanoo!"

A torrent of deep blue chakra surged from his body, transforming into an enormous suit of armor that covered the golden body of the True Thousand Hands.

Helmet, chest armor, arm guards...

When the last piece of armor was put together, the golden Buddha had transformed into a dark golden demonic Buddha clad in heavy dark blue armor!

Among those thousands of arms, each hand held a blue lightsaber formed from Susanoo chakra.

Above the Buddha's head, Madara's Rinnegan projected a massive purple light array, radiating a chilling glow.

This is the ultimate technique that combines the best of Yin and Yang Release, surpassing all previous ninjutsu!

"They've gone mad, they've all gone mad..."

The Black Zetsu muttered to himself from underground, "This level of power, even if Mother were to be resurrected, she would have to take it seriously, right?"

It looked at the silver-haired boy floating high in the sky.

Before that towering demon god, Sasuke's figure was as insignificant as a speck of dust in a raging storm.

But this speck of dust showed no sign of wavering; it simply gazed calmly at the creation before it, a creation that combined the power of the two strongest individuals.

"Is this your answer? That power called 'bond' is indeed beautiful and powerful."

Sasuke raised his hand and gripped the long sword with the complete Uchiha clan crest branded on its hilt.

"But that's all."

The blade was drawn half an inch from its sheath, and a chilling, deathly stillness quietly spread out.

"The lingering glow of the old era can never illuminate the new world."

"Ban! Make your move!"

Hashirama Senju keenly sensed the change in Sasuke's aura. The unknown sense of danger made his scalp tingle, and he immediately shouted.

"You don't need to tell me!"

A cold glint flashed in Ban's eyes, and his thoughts stirred slightly.

"The heavenly beings have descended!"

The countless giant arms behind the Armored True Thousand Hands swung simultaneously, and thousands of blue lightsabers crashed down towards Sasuke's location!

The sky was utterly torn apart at that moment, and the earth collapsed amidst wailing cries.

Faced with this unavoidable attack, Sasuke did not dodge, but simply gripped the hilt of "Indra" with both hands.

Hold the knife upright in front of your brow.

In that instant, a fragment of memory, long buried deep within his soul, flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

That was a question he posed to Indra in his inner world after he learned Bankai.

Since you are a derivative of Indra's chakra, why isn't your Bankai name something like 'Indra'?

At that time, Indra simply pointed to the crimson blood moon in the sky and gave a meaningful answer.

Though I originate from Indra's chakra, the cradle of my birth is your soul.

Indra represents power, but that's not you, Sasuke.

[Your essence is that of a child who lost everything on that night, who stood alone in that blood-stained ancestral land, gazing up at the hellish blood moon.]

Therefore, the ultimate form of this power can only be the embodiment of that night.

That is your own hell, and your own moon.

in reality.

Sasuke suddenly opened his eyes, and in his golden Rinnegan, he saw the destructive fists raining down from the sky.

At this moment, the spiritual pressure and chakra within his body were poured into the blade without reservation, and the pitch-black flames collapsed inward, dyeing the blade into an absolute darkness.

A deep chant resounded between heaven and earth.

"All things are vanity, only death is eternal; it bestows upon all beings an equal despair—"

"Swastika, Naluoyue!"

The moment the words left his mouth, something strange happened.

As the sun set in the west, the world was plunged into darkness.

But this darkness did not last long.

The next second, a huge, eerie, blood-red full moon slowly rose from the horizon.

It was not an illusion created by ninjutsu, but a real one that replaced the sun, hanging high in the sky above the ninja world.

Under the crimson moonlight, all living beings in the entire ninja world felt a shiver and palpitation at that moment.

Whether it's villagers in the Land of Water, a daimyo hiding in a small country's sanctuary, or a ninja on the road...

Everyone instinctively looked up, staring in horror at the ominous blood moon.

"What...what the hell is that?!"

"Where's the sun?! Why did it suddenly get dark?!"

An indescribable sense of oppression spread through everyone's hearts.

At the center of the battlefield, centered on Sasuke, a strange wave instantly spread outwards.

The colors have vanished.

The earth was originally a dull yellow, even the color of the clothes worn by Madara and Hashirama...

Everything lost its color the instant the wave swept across, turning into a monotonous and oppressive black and white, like an ink painting.

A massive spherical barrier instantly expanded around Sasuke, enveloping him and the colossal True Several Thousand Hands armor.

Madara and Hashirama were astonished to find that the scenery around them had changed.

Countless houses, massive stones, broken planks, shattered family crests...

They floated silently in mid-air, slowly rotating and drifting.

"This is......"

Ban's pupils contracted sharply as he recognized the patterns on the ruins.

That's a round fan, the emblem of the Uchiha clan.

This is the Uchiha clan's territory?!

No, to be precise, it is an upside-down, fragmented reflection of the Uchiha clan's territory.

Collapsed houses hung overhead, and dried bloodstains appeared as a deep, dark ink color in the black and white world, like a serpentine snake.

Dead silence, coldness, despair.

This is the realm that is the embodiment of the wound deep within Sasuke's heart that can never heal.

"Is this an illusion?!" Hashirama shouted.

"It's not an illusion."

Madara stared intently at the silver-haired figure in front of him, activating the power of his Rinnegan.

"This is a rewriting of space; he has forcibly invaded the real world with his mental landscape!"

Just then, the countless Susanoo swords rained down from the sky.

But when they entered this black and white realm, nothing happened.

It began to disintegrate silently the moment it came into contact with the air in this space.

The Susanoo's indestructible chakra armor melted away in the face of this power, turning into wisps of blue smoke and dissipating.

The massive wooden structure transformed into a flurry of black and white paper dust, like a heavy snowfall in winter, gently scattering across the suspended ruins.

"What......"

Hashirama and Madara were both frozen in place; that was a real Thousand Hands technique!

It simply vanished like ashes from a burnt-out piece of paper, scattered by the wind?

“I said, in this world.”

Sasuke's figure rose up, standing beneath the inverted blood moon, with a layer of pitch-black ring floating behind him, his silver hair standing out starkly against the black and white world.

"All things are illusions."

Sasuke's voice echoed in the deathly silent realm, "Whether it's chakra, or the will you so proud of..."

"In the face of 'despair,' everything will turn to dust."

Chapter 255 Six Paths - Earth Explosion Star

"Whether it's chakra or the will you're so proud of, it will all turn to dust in the face of 'despair'."

The moment the words fell, a wave of black and white deathly aura surged forth, sweeping towards the Mighty Armor - True Thousand Hands.