The Red Moon of Konoha

Chapter 39 Evolution or Return to Ancestry (Please recommend!)
The oil lamp burned silently.

The dim yellow candle flame released heat and light.

but.

Nagarjuna could no longer see any color.

The empty eye sockets were like a bottomless hell, the dark red blood line slipped from the corner of the eyes, the pain was like a tidal wave, pounding his brain tirelessly, the string called consciousness was stretched to the extreme, resisting The shock of pain prevents one's consciousness from falling into the abyss.

Nagarjuna's eyeballs were placed in glass jars.

Yue Hu's eyes were taken out of the glass jar, and carefully placed into the hell-like eye sockets.

pain! ! !
Needle-like pain! ! !
Burning pain! ! !
The nerves of the eyes seemed to be punctured by tens of millions of sharp needles, over and over again, endlessly, and it was like being tormented on a red-hot iron. The high temperature capable of melting steel burned the nerves of the eyes. In my mind, I even faintly had the hallucination of "sizzling" fried steak, as if my eyeballs were slowly melting like butter.

Power is running amok.

Two very different forces came into conflict with each other.

Like the collision of ice and fire, a wonderful music of fighting for the front was played.

The ophthalmic nerve is a branch of the trigeminal nerve. It is a sensory nerve. It is the thinnest of the trigeminal nerves. A slight touch can produce a certain degree of pain. Now, the two forces are fighting a battle in the eye. After sprinkling lime in his eyes, he washed them with clean water...

"If it was my former self, I'm afraid I would have collapsed long ago..."

In this purgatory-like pain, he forcibly survived, maintaining his tower of consciousness from being crushed by the tide of pain.

He recalled the pain he had suffered in the past 16 years.

He started running around on the battlefield when he was five years old. In the dangerous fights again and again, he suffered many injuries, and many times he was seriously injured while struggling on the verge of death.

Pain had long been a part of him.

Therefore, he has enough confidence to perform the operation without anesthesia.

"Woooooo~~~"

The mouth was stretched open by the gag, and the tongue twitched desperately in the mouth, but still could not make a complete sound, only an out-of-tuned growl came out of the wide-open mouth.

"The postoperative reaction was intense. Press and hold the deity, and I will use the Palm Immortal Technique."

The shadow clone who was the chief surgeon calmly gave the order, and the three shadow clones pressed Longshu's hands, feet and head on the operating table with all their strength, and did not dare to use the restraint belt. It really confirms the idiom of cocooning oneself, and it has become a ridiculous story.

The struggling Nagarjuna himself was held down.

The shadow clone of the chief sword was placed with both hands in the air three centimeters above Nagarjuna's eyes.

The pale green Yang escape chakra enveloped his eyes.

A third force intervenes.

The life activity brought by the yang escape chakra nourishes the eyeballs soaked in the nutrient solution for a long time. The scarlet eyeballs become more intense. The speed of the three black hook jades slowly slows down. The steady release of force launched an evenly matched tug-of-war with the original force remaining in the eye sockets.

Conflict is not the only outcome.

Conflict is a way of integration.

In the collision of the two forces, they are entangled and intertwined, like two different metals, melted at high temperature, after countless conflicts of trial and error, and based on thousands of failures, they finally found a way of balance. Dao, mixed and blended according to a certain ratio, and gradually stabilized.

Next, as a matter of course——

The third force was born.

As immature as a young sprout.

However, it has perfectly inherited the characteristics of two very different powers. Using the two powers as fuel, it sublimates them during incineration, removes the chaff and saves the essence, cleans up the source, removes the impurities accumulated over the millennium, and essentially obtains Metamorphosis is like a fish jumping over a dragon's gate, and ascends to heaven once it attains the Tao.

Evolved from fish to dragon.

This is a heavenly change.

No, no—

To be precise, this is not evolution, this is atavism.

Yes,

This is atavism, not evolution.

The so-called Eternal Kaleidoscope Sharingan is just a retrospective search for the power that the ancestors originally possessed, the power that was originally possessed without the need for a second kind of power to supplement it.

As the waves of pain washed away, Nagarjuna clearly felt the changes in his eyes. The brand-new power was as weak as a bonfire sandwiched between two erupting volcanoes. However, in his perception, this bonfire was It is brighter, sacred, and magnificent than the two erupting volcanoes.

The disparity in quantity is not enough to cover up the "quality" of this bonfire.

It is like a ray of morning light at dawn, enough to cut through the darkness and bring light.

A small but indestructible fire, like the eternal fire of God that only exists in mythology.

It is devouring the other two forces to strengthen itself.

It is so strange, yet so familiar.

It originally existed in the blood of every Uchiha, deeply buried in the depths of the 'eye', buried by impurities accumulated for thousands of years.

But today, Nagarjuna once again opened the long-sealed door.

Opened up the road connecting the ancient power that existed in the age of mythology.

"Finally...it succeeded!"

There was a ray of joy in my mind.

Even the tidal wave of pain could not obliterate this spirit of exhilaration.

The seeds have been planted, and they are hiding deep in the ground, trying to absorb nutrients, waiting for the day when they will break out of the ground and see the light again... And that day is not far away, he can feel the power of new life eating away at the old The two kinds of force, when the swallowing is over, it is the time when the eternal kaleidoscope Sharingan is born again.

"······First take out the eyelid speculum...bring me the bandage······"

"Come and give me a hand... Come, move to the bed..."

The most tormenting period passed, the pain from the needles gradually weakened, and Nagarjuna's expression gradually settled down.

The shadow clones moved Longshu to the bed, cleaned the operating table, and put away the operating table. The eyeball that Longshu replaced was his own and was sealed in the scroll and hidden close to him... The end of the series The work is proceeding in an orderly manner.

It wasn't until the chakra was exhausted that the shadow clones disappeared one after another.

The feeling of fatigue was fed back to Nagarjuna's true body.

"Um~~~"

He let out a weary groan.

The pain gradually weakened again, and the feeling of fatigue rose like a tsunami, drowning the tower of consciousness, and the fatigue fed back by the shadow clones was the last straw that broke the camel's back. The tower of consciousness collapsed, and Nagarjuna Lying on the bed, he finally passed out, immersed in a deep sleep like death.

The stone chamber was pitch black.

Quiet and peaceful.

In this quiet darkness, the sound of a powerful heartbeat became clearly audible, like the fetal movement of a newborn force, announcing its own existence.

(End of this chapter)