MM Racing Chapter 91: The Power of the Eight-Span Illusion Technique
Chapter 91: The Power of the Eight-Span Illusion Technique
"This is...my main camp?!"
Uchiha Kitsune exclaimed in astonishment.
The images of the snow-covered ice river, the elderly figure calmly fishing, and the final white light that suppressed everything remain vividly etched in my mind.
Fox clearly remembered that he fought fiercely with the mysterious old man on the edge of the battlefield, detonating his chakra to self-destruct and using Izanagi to resurrect himself and launch a sneak attack, but in the end he only touched the white light around the old man, and then there was a flock of crows.
How did I end up back in the tent and lying on the bed?
"Someone come here!"
Uchiha Kitsune suppressed the turmoil in his heart and shouted sharply in a low voice.
Hurried footsteps sounded outside the tent, and a trusted Uchiha man immediately bowed and entered, his posture respectful: "Clan leader, what are your orders?"
Uchiha Kitsune abruptly looked up, asking rapidly, "When did I just get back?"
The confidant was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, his face full of doubt but still respectful: "Chieftain, you have been sleeping in the tent the whole time and have never left the camp."
"Sleeping the whole time? Didn't go out at all?"
Uchiha Kitsune froze, the surprise in his eyes instantly replaced by ruthlessness, his knuckles clenched until they turned white.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
He clearly remembered leaving the camp alone to clear his mind when he was upset, and meeting that strange old man by the icy river. Every scene and every feeling of the fight was incredibly real. How could he have never left the camp?
Could it be... that everything that just happened was all just a dream?
An illusion! It must be an illusion!
"Solve! Solve! Solve!"
Uchiha's fox eyes suddenly turned red, and the complex and eerie Mangekyou Sharingan in his eyes suddenly activated, his scarlet eye power running wildly, trying to see through the illusion and dispel the genjutsu.
But the next second, a chilling cold shot up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head!
There were no illusionary fluctuations; everything around us was real!
The atmosphere inside the tent, the heartbeat of the trusted confidant, the temperature of the table—all of these were real, tangible realities!
He is indeed in his own camp at this moment!
The confidant standing nearby trembled with fear at the sudden activation of the kaleidoscope by the clan leader, bowing his head in apprehension, completely bewildered as to why the clan leader had lost his composure.
Uchiha Kitsune took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm, her voice as cold as ice: "Are you sure I've been sleeping in the camp the whole time? And that no outsiders have ever come here?"
"Absolutely true! I have not left the tent for an inch and would never dare to deceive the clan chief!"
"...You may leave."
The camp returned to its former emptiness.
Uchiha Kitsune's face was ashen as he repeatedly recalled the events that had just transpired.
Was it really a dream?
Or was it a sign from Heaven, a warning that it wanted him to stop the war?
Uchiha Fox slowly walked to the weapon rack, his gaze falling on the flaming fan.
The fan hung quietly on the shelf, spotless, without the slightest sign of having been used.
"Could it be... just a dream?"
Uchiha Fox muttered to himself, but a huge weight remained hanging over his heart.
The following day, Uchiha Kitsune led his army on a march, and their route happened to pass by that icy battlefield.
The moment his gaze fell upon the ground before him, Uchiha Kitsune's expression changed drastically!
The frozen river surface cracked and shattered, leaving a huge, charred crater in the center of the snowfield. The marks were fresh, the very imprint left by his self-destruction of chakra that day!
The faint, yet distinct, scent of his Uchiha chakra still lingered in the air!
In an instant, all self-deception collapsed.
Uchiha Kitsune stood frozen in place, a deep-seated fear slowly creeping up his spine to the back of his head.
Not a dream.
It's not an illusion.
Everything that happened that day was real.
The mysterious old man's power was so terrifying that he could manipulate his life and death at will and alter his perceptions, leaving him completely unaware of how he was defeated or how he returned.
Upon thinking of this, Uchiha Fox felt a chill run down his spine.
Is this a god?
Uchiha Fox stood before the charred remains of the explosion, her heart pounding wildly, a chill running from the depths of her heart to the top of her head.
It can erase the battle process at will, distort reality, and leave him with no memory of how he lost or how he returned to his camp...
Perhaps only the legendary Sage of Six Paths could achieve such a feat!
Fox suddenly remembered a nearly forgotten secret within the Uchiha clan.
That's a story about Uchiha Izumi.
The clan records are vague, only stating that the clan chief Quan had once fought with a mysterious old man of unknown identity in his early years. However, the process, outcome, and result of the battle are all unclear, as if they had been deliberately erased.
Since then, Uchiha Izumi has completely changed.
He became eccentric and often stayed in the clan's Six Paths Temple.
He often gazed at the sky and muttered to himself, and even uttered something during a clan meeting that everyone considered insane:
"There is an invisible hand manipulating everything in this world."
"It's all fate..."
At the time, everyone assumed that the clan leader had been fighting for too long and was mentally and physically exhausted.
But now, it's my turn...
Uchiha Fox shook his head violently, trying to shake this terrifying thought out of his mind.
If that old man really exists and has lived from the time of Chief Quan to the present, how many years has he actually lived?
How could anyone in this world possibly live forever?
"Could it be... the progenitor of the Sarutobi clan, the third Hokage of the Ninja Sect—Sarutobi?"
A thought flashed through his mind, causing Uchiha Kitsune's expression to darken once again.
The Uchiha clan has preserved and recorded some of the history of Ninjutsu, but due to differing perspectives, their evaluations have always been biased.
Logically speaking, the Uchiha clan does not acknowledge the Ninjutsu sect.
The Uchiha clan only worships the Sage of Six Paths and the founder of the Uchiha clan.
But if the legendary Sarutobi were still alive, using the methods left behind by the Ninja Sect, he would do such a thing...
It's not impossible.
After all, Senju was the son of the Ninja Clan.
"If the methods of the previous era still existed, then..."
Uchiha Fox stared at the chakra traces on the ground that belonged to him, his eyes shifting between light and shadow.
Regardless of who the old man was—
Is it Sarutobi, a remnant of the Ninja Clan, or an immortal monster...?
There was one thing he was certain of.
The other side wants him to stop the war.
The opponent's strength was so great that they could easily manipulate him.
However, the other party must be wary of something, so they dare not kill me.
Thought of here
Uchiha Kitsune clenched her fists, her gaze resolute.
My mind is made up!
Are there any temples nearby called Liudao Temple?
The fox suddenly asked the people around it.
A trusted aide came and said, "Yes!"
Uchiha Kitsune took a deep breath: "Let's go! Let's go pay our respects first!"
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Mount Myōboku, Wanci gently rubbed his forehead.
I can't persuade you about the fox's matter.
That's how the Uchiha clan is.
I can't reason with this typical Uchiha way of thinking.
Indra was taught by himself, so he was a bit better off, but his descendants were really difficult to manage.
"Forget it, let's leave the rest to Asura."
I've picked up government affairs countless times, wanting to deal with them.
I've lived so long, ten thousand times.
I have three hobbies
To compile history, to criticize government affairs, and to observe human nature.
"Gamamaru says he's short-staffed? He wants more manpower and workers?"
Wanci frowned slightly as he looked at this government document.
There's a problem with Mount Myoboku now: there aren't enough toads left.
These toads, unlike humans, do not prioritize reproduction.
"Should we move those people from the moon over here?"
Then Wanci shook his head; those people on the moon couldn't be moved.
Just then, Black Zetsu walked over carrying a stack of bamboo slips.