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Like the blade of divine retribution, it was precise and ruthless...
It blasted into the core of the wildly spinning dark vortex in the head of the demon!
Rumble rumble rumble rumble—!!! ...
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
There was only one sound... a muffled, utterly deafening sound, as if the very foundations of the world were being shaken!
The Super Rasenshuriken collapsed and exploded inward the instant it touched the core of the dark vortex!
The extremely violent wind-style cutting power was mixed with Shion's pure and sacred purifying power.
It formed an ultimate destructive storm capable of tearing apart atomic structures, annihilating the existence of matter, and purifying all negative energy!
The first thing to be destroyed was the dark vortex that symbolized the core of the demon's soul!
It was like ice and snow thrown into a furnace, failing to even create a ripple.
Silently, within that white-purple storm of destruction, it vaporized and annihilated!
The last faint trace of Shion's breath could be seen within it.
It was gently enveloped and protected by a soft purifying force, and then instantly pulled away!
Immediately afterwards, the annihilating storm, like a greedy beast, spread wildly along the enormous body of the demon!
Sizzle sizzle—Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The body of the demon, swept away by the storm, consisted of writhing dark red flesh, thick tendons, and tentacles still struggling in vain.
The moment they came into contact with the storm, a strange and terrifying change occurred!
No explosion! No flying blood and gore!
Those filthy flesh and blood, filled with endless resentment.
It's like being thrown into strong acid, quickly dissolving and disintegrating!
The solid flesh and blood transformed into a viscous black liquid.
Then the viscous black liquid transforms into billowing black smoke.
In the end, even the billowing black smoke, under the illumination of that sacred purifying power, evaporated and dissipated rapidly, like snow under the sun!
Transformed into the purest and most primal energy particles, returning to the universe!
This is the most thorough, material-level annihilation!
The terrifying body of the demon was so large that it could fill the deep pit.
In this white-purple storm that combined destruction and purification, it was as if it had been erased by an invisible eraser.
It shrinks, disintegrates, and disappears rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"No—!!! What...what kind of power is this?! No—!!!"
The shriek of the demon, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness, came to an abrupt end in the annihilation storm!
Its consciousness, its existence, and the resentment and power it had accumulated over countless years were all completely erased in the face of this absolute power!
In just a few breaths!
As the white-purple storm of destruction slowly contracted and dissipated...
At the bottom of the pit, only a mangled and broken body remained of the wooden dragon.
And... a huge, bowl-shaped pit that was incredibly smooth and had a glass-like texture!
The bottom and walls of the pit, as if instantly melted and rapidly cooled by the highest temperature flame, shimmered with a cold luster.
The once invincible world-destroying demon, the Wraith, along with its filthy body and evil soul, has vanished without a trace!
Only a faint scent of purification and lingering energy remain in the air.
And the collapsed dome of the ancestral hall at the edge of the pit silently tells the story of the terrifying storm that had just struck, one that was powerful enough to annihilate everything!
At the edge of the deep pit, Naruto and Shion still held hands.
Naruto was breathing slightly, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were as bright as stars.
Ziyuan stared blankly at the empty pit, her pale golden eyes filled with the bewilderment of surviving a catastrophe and the shock of disbelief.
And... a tremendous sense of relief, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted.
It's over... really... over...
Chapter 245 The End of Everything, The Beginning of Everything
When the white-purple storm of destruction completely dissipated.
At the bottom of the ancestral hall's deep pit, only the smooth, glassy pit walls and the enormous wooden dragon that had been revitalized remained.
A deathly silence returned, but it was no longer the oppressive silence of before; instead, it was a vast emptiness where the dust had settled.
Ziyuan's legs went weak, and she could no longer support herself, collapsing onto the cold, still warm, stained glass floor.
She stared blankly at the empty pit, where the nightmare that had haunted her clan for a thousand years had once resided.
An overwhelming sense of fatigue washed over me like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing my body and mind.
But beneath this exhaustion lay an unprecedented, almost utterly draining sense of ease.
"It's over...it's really...over..."
She murmured to herself, her voice as soft as a breeze, her eyes unfocused.
Staring blankly at the faint purple light that had not yet completely dissipated in the air.
That was the last remaining trace of Maitreya's soul.
In the storm purified by the Super Rasenshuriken, it finally broke free from its thousand-year-old shackles.
Like fireflies, they drifted and rose lightly, eventually dissolving into the smoky beams of sunset sunlight streaming through the collapsed dome.
Ziyuan reached out her hand, her fingers trembling, and gently touched a purple light that was about to dissipate.
The point of light lingered on her fingertip for a moment, carrying a trace of lingering, incredibly familiar, gentle warmth, before vanishing completely into nothingness.
Two streams of hot tears silently slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the glass floor and spreading into tiny water stains.
This time, the tears were not tears of fear or despair.
It was for his mother, and for all the ancestors and protectors who sacrificed themselves in the shadow of the demons.
The belated, liberating tears that flowed.
The fate of the priestess clan, that heavy, blood-stained shackle, finally came to an end in her hands...
Sasuke's body swayed suddenly, and he staggered a step before regaining his balance.
He subconsciously raised his hand to rub his sore, even slightly stinging, right shoulder, his brows furrowed.
Sasuke Uchiha's sharp, hawk-like black eyes regained their clarity.
That really hurts! I wonder if Naruto felt this discomfort when he was controlled by his ancestor.
However, I wonder how Hashirama managed to use Wood Release.
Sasuke looked down at his hands, feeling a deep, intense fatigue and soreness.
Every hand seal and every flow of chakra when using Wood Release is clearly imprinted in his muscle memory.
But that feeling was also incredibly unfamiliar.
That's a technique that you can't master just by copying with the Sharingan!
That's a power that's penetrated to the bone marrow and etched into the blood!
"Even the Sharingan can't do that..."
Sasuke muttered to himself, filled with disbelief and shock.
The Sharingan can copy ninjutsu, but bloodline limits are the inheritance of bloodlines and are forbidden areas of talent!
He, an Uchiha, actually... used Hashirama Senju's Wood Release?!
This completely overturned his understanding of ninjutsu and bloodline limits!
The intense sense of incongruity and the feeling of exhaustion from having his body forcibly "conscripted" combined to make him feel dizzy and indescribably irritable.
My shoulders, arms, and even the meridians throughout my body felt a tingling, stinging pain, as if they were being forcibly stretched and filled with forces that didn't belong to me.
Outside the ancestral hall, at the edge of the platform.
At the edge of the enormous glass pit, Sakura leaned against a relatively intact rock and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.
She was breathing heavily, her delicate face covered in dust and tiny bloodstains.
The light green medical ninja uniform was torn in many places, revealing bruises and cuts left by rocks or impacts underneath.
She had several deep wounds on her arms and calves, which she had treated with medical ninjutsu to stop the bleeding.
But it is still shocking.
She watched as the white and purple light that shot into the sky from the depths of the ancestral hall slowly dissipated.
As the chilling, evil aura completely vanished, my nerves, which had been stretched to the limit, finally relaxed.
A tired yet incredibly gratified and radiant smile bloomed on her face, like cherry blossoms blooming after a storm.
"Phew...it's finally...over..."
She murmured softly, her voice hoarse from exhaustion.
Recalling the moment I faced alone that endless, shattered and rebuilt army of the undead.
The feeling of despair, like being trapped in a quagmire, still haunts her.
Each punch was delivered with the explosive power of a monster.
Every dodge was a brush with death.
His chakra was nearly depleted, and his physical strength was on the verge of collapse.
What sustained her was her absolute trust in her companions.