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The surrounding environment abruptly changed; the boundless world was empty, with only Wuchen, expressionless, before her.
"This is... a Mangekyo Sharingan genjutsu! To fall into such a ninjutsu, damn it, how careless!!" Senju Tsunade's face was extremely ugly, her whole body trembling with anger.
"There's nothing to be sad about. Anyone whose rationality is controlled by emotion will make misjudgments." Wuchen said calmly, looking at Senju Tsunade, who was furious and ashamed at her own carelessness. "But speaking of which, I'm quite surprised you can still be so calm in the Tsukuyomi world. In this unfamiliar world, you can't resist anything I do to you... I am a complete and utter god!"
"If you have the ability, then come at me!" Senju Tsunade was indeed the granddaughter of Senju Hashirama, the "God of Shinobi." In such a desperate situation, she remained unperturbed, her resolute eyes shining brightly, radiating a dazzling and burning brilliance that no one dared to underestimate. However, at this moment, in Wuchen's eyes, Senju Tsunade was merely a fat lamb waiting to be slaughtered. This defiant expression might work on others, but it had no effect on Wuchen.
"In this world, all phenomena are controlled by me. Do not try to resist me, otherwise, the only outcome will be this..."
Pfft...
The clothes on Senju Tsunade's shoulder suddenly burst apart, tearing into shreds. Her fair skin was exposed, creating an incredibly seductive and wild beauty with the ragged opening in her attire. A cool breeze swept over, and she suddenly felt a chill all over. Senju Tsunade then abruptly realized what was happening.
"You bastard!"
Glaring at Wuchen, Senju Tsunade's eyes were filled with murderous intent, her whole body trembling with rage. Following her right arm, one could clearly see her smooth right arm exposed, and even... Whether intentional or unintentional, the torn opening of her clothing clung tightly to her cleavage. Or viewed from the side, one could see the hint of white, and if it shifted even slightly, she would truly be completely exposed...
"I'm not interested in your two pounds of flesh." Wuchen said with unusual calmness, looking at Senju Tsunade. His ancient, unruffled pupils were as still as dead water, showing no trace of humanity's most primal desires. Senju Tsunade's mouth twitched. Suppressing the rage in her heart, she reluctantly accepted Wuchen's statement.
"In a way, your younger brother, Senju Nawaki, is quite like me..." Wuchen slowly closed his eyes, recalling information about Senju Nawaki. After a moment, he narrowed his eyes and softly said, "To die chasing a dream—compared to those who lose their way in life, he at least died in a fitting manner."
Wuchen's words immediately ignited Senju Tsunade's fury. She roared hysterically at Wuchen, "Died in a fitting manner? Do you mean that in your eyes, life is so fragile, so insignificant?!" "Or, if you knew you were on a road of no return, would you still resolutely embark on it for the sake of your so-called dream?" Senju Tsunade scoffed disdainfully at Wuchen, while tightly staring into Wuchen's pupils. Eyes are the windows to the soul and do not lie. Wuchen smiled without speaking, his handsome young face exceptionally indifferent. "My dream?" Murmuring to himself, Wuchen seemed to be smiling bitterly, or perhaps mocking himself. After a moment of blankness, his pupils suddenly widened, and his tone became resolute: "Even if the path ahead is littered with bones and rivers of blood, nothing will stop my advance..." "Once I step out, I will never look back, even if what lies ahead is the very end. Even if the entire world opposes me, anyone who stands in my way of reaching the end of the heavens will face only one outcome... self-destruction." Wuchen's voice seemed to be filled with magic, lingering in the silent, uninhabited world, refusing to dissipate for a long time.
"His gaze doesn't falter, nor do his pupils constrict... This guy is telling the truth. Even if the path ahead is truly a dead end, he will not abandon his inner conviction." Senju Tsunade stared intently at his blood-red eyes. She herself was influenced by Wuchen's unyielding aura, deeply moved by his awe-inspiring spirit, a sword pointing at the heavens. Looking at Wuchen, Senju Tsunade felt a sense of powerless oppression she had never experienced before. "Was my previous conviction truly wrong...?" At this point, Senju Tsunade couldn't help but ask herself. Recalling past memories, she closed her eyes in despair. Perhaps she was truly mistaken.
"Sad woman..." Wuchen looked at Senju Tsunade with pity, then shook his head, releasing the Tsukuyomi genjutsu world. He then swept past Senju Tsunade like a gentle breeze, his unwavering gaze showing Wuchen's unyielding persistence in his beliefs.
Seven days later, Kikyo Mountain.
On a low, inconspicuous hilltop, Wuchen gazed at the Sand Village's encampment in the distance, secretly sighing that Konoha Village's intelligence capabilities were quite good, having even pinpointed the detailed location of the Sand Village's supply unit. A supply unit, as the name suggests, is a unit that transports provisions to ninja forces fighting on the front lines, such as soldier pills, various ninja tools, and the most basic food. Most of the people escorting these provisions are ninjas, but there are also many elite ninjas, including several Jonin. Furthermore, according to intelligence obtained through Konoha's special channels, the One-Tails Jinchuriki is also protecting this unit, making it absolutely secure. Even if a Kage were to come, there would be no need to worry.
"These brats are quite smart." The significance of the supply unit was immense. If it were ambushed, it could mean the Sand Village's invasion plan would be aborted in a short time. Deploying a Jinchuriki to protect the supply unit clearly showed that the Sand Village was very clever. At least, that's how Wuchen saw it.
Whoosh!
A piercing roar echoed through the sky. The sky seemed to be severed, leaving a golden straight line. It was Wuchen, using his Devil Fruit ability, soaring deep into the sky.
"Hey, hey, hey, why did I just hear a particularly piercing sound? Is it an enemy attack?" The Sand Shinobi guarding the supply unit yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily, muttering dazedly.
"You're not awake yet, are you? That's an illusion." Another guarding Sand Shinobi said scornfully.
"No, something's wrong. Why is it raining? Ow, damn it, this is really spooky! And this rain is golden, damn it!" The first Sand Shinobi to speak looked at the sky, his face utterly bewildered.
"Golden rain? That's still your imagination!" The previous ninja said disdainfully again.
Countless golden lights poured down, instantly filling the sky. The words "Yasaka Magatama" could be clearly heard!