The overwhelming power of Yang Release surged through Shin Uchiha's body once more, reshaping him in its wake. His regenerative ability had transcended normal limits—so long as his heart and brain remained intact, his body could restore itself indefinitely.
The loss of a limb was no different from losing a strand of hair. His entire existence was now a vessel of pure resilience, honed by his mastery over life energy.
Even his "chakra vessel" had evolved due to the reinforcement of Yang Release.
But that wasn't all.
His instincts had sharpened, mutating into something beyond simple intuition. It was no longer just a feeling—it was foresight. A terrifying ability that allowed him to predict his own demise.
Death Sense.
This gift, inherited from the lingering presence of a cursed lineage, granted him the power to foresee his own fatal moments. Any attack that could result in his death—no matter how sudden or unpredictable—was now visible to him before it even happened.
With this knowledge, he could alter fate.
He could sacrifice another in his place.
He could evade the inevitable.
"The future power of Shion… the true pinnacle of Yang Release… an absolute obsession with survival," Shin mused, brushing his fingers against Miroku's delicate face as she continued her cleaning duties.
"But if Yang Release represents the ultimate pursuit of life… then what about Yin Release? What is its true form?"
A smirk played on his lips as his fingers trailed over Miroku's cheek. The moment she had warned him about indulging too much, he had already slipped from that comfort.
No, there was no rest. Not yet.
He needed the existence of demons now more than ever. Devouring and absorbing them was the only way to attain true mastery of Yin Release.
If he could merge the two, then his grasp over Yin-Yang Release would reach the domain of the Sage of Six Paths.
Even if that ancient relic had long since passed, his soul still lingered, watching over the ninja world. He had granted his power to Naruto and Sasuke, allowing them to surpass the realm of Kage and step into the domain of the divine.
If a ghost could grant such strength, then it meant that his mastery of Yin-Yang Release had reached its peak—his very bloodline and chakra network had intertwined with the essence of creation itself.
Shin exhaled sharply, pushing aside the lingering desire to bask in indulgence.
Miroku, ever obedient, simply looked up at him, awaiting his command.
"It's time to move," Shin declared.
The moment he spoke, Miroku instantly ceased her work and raised her head, her eyes shimmering with devotion. "Then let's go, Lord Shin. Please, take Miroku with you."
She pressed herself against him, her touch affectionate and almost pet-like in its warmth.
Shin felt his mind waver for just a second.
One more night wouldn't hurt, would it?
—No. He had wasted enough time.
With one final delay, Shin departed.
Utilizing his intelligence network and heightened perception, he quickly discovered something alarming.
The situation had changed.
The entity known as Moryo had once been limited to the Land of Demons. But now? Its influence was spreading, seeping into the borders of other nations.
The undead army it had conjured through its twisted power had already begun overwhelming the forces of several countries.
Even elite shinobi who clashed against the puppet warriors found themselves in a relentless battle. No matter how many they destroyed, the creatures simply reassembled, forcing the ninja into exhaustion.
Assassination attempts on Moryo had ended in failure. Every shinobi sent on those missions had perished—none returned.
Only the Land of Fire and the Land of Water remained seemingly indifferent, but the surrounding nations had already declared Moryo a crisis-level threat.
Every shinobi village had dispatched forces to the front lines, desperately trying to halt the onslaught of the undead.
From the depths of his domain, Moryo reveled in the chaos.
"Hahaha! My power is growing!"
The ancient specter feasted upon the souls and negative emotions of war, its form mutating into an amorphous, writhing mass of darkness. Like an abyssal nightmare, it churned and pulsed, birthing even more undead to fuel its conquest.
It had one goal now.
To devour Miroku.
With her, the union of Yin and Yang would be complete. Moryo would ascend beyond a mere entity—it would become a god, the perfect embodiment of existence itself.
And with that power, the world would kneel.
"Tch. How disgusting."
Shin could feel the concentrated Yin energy emanating from the creature, thick and putrid, like a storm of raw malice.
The sheer weight of negative emotions within its chakra was revolting.
He sighed, knowing that soon he would have to consume this monstrosity. The thought alone made his stomach churn.
"I'll purify it later using Yin-Yang Release… it won't be as bad." He reassured himself repeatedly before mentally preparing for the battle ahead.
But there was a more pressing concern—
The war.
The cycle of destruction had created an endless stream of suffering, feeding Moryo's strength. If left unchecked, it would soon reach a point where its immortality became absolute.
"First, suppress the undead army. Then, cut off its energy source."
With that plan set, Shin lifted Miroku in his arms and soared into the sky.
Nestled in his grasp, she gazed upon the vast battlefield below. The sight of the land, torn apart by war, ignited something within her.
A sense of purpose.
"There'll be plenty of time to fly later," Shin muttered, flicking her forehead lightly. "Right now, focus."
Miroku blinked, then nodded in silent obedience.
Shin stretched his arm outward.
"My Shadow Corps… rise."
As the sunlight bathed the battlefield, his own shadow stretched unnaturally across the ground, growing longer, deeper.
And then—
From the abyss of darkness, an army emerged.
Fifty thousand shadow warriors rose in perfect formation, clad in black armor, their crimson eyes gleaming like hungry embers. Their presence alone suffocated the battlefield, drowning the air in an aura of death.
Even in broad daylight, the world seemed to darken.
A cold sweat ran down Miroku's back.
"Summoning Jutsu: The Three Serpent Queens!"
With a single motion, a summoning seal flared into existence before him. No longer bound by the need for blood sacrifices, his mastery over space-time ninjutsu had transcended that limit.
And from the depths of the void, they arrived.
Three figures stepped forward—each unique, yet bound by a shared power.
One, petite yet exuding an eerie elegance. Another, mature, refined, and commanding. The last, regal, her beauty as overwhelming as her presence.
The Three Serpent Queens had arrived.
They regarded their master with longing, their golden eyes brimming with hunger.
It had been a long time.
A whole month.
For them, that was an eternity.
Shin smirked. "I have a mission for you."
The three bowed their heads in unison. "We await your command, Master Shin."
"Lead my shadow forces. Eradicate the undead army. Do not stop until every last one of them is wiped from existence."
As he spoke, he flicked his fingertips. Three streams of chakra shot forth, embedding themselves into the foreheads of the Serpent Queens, transferring all necessary battle data.
The war had begun.
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