met free Chapter 88: Should we eat the six types of soil?
Chapter 88: Should we eat the six types of soil?
[Thanks to Mommmmmm for the gift-giving king, this is the third one for you, bro.]
[Brother, you've given me so many free gifts, how can I possibly repay you?]
To be honest, Brother Mo is really capable. A few days ago, I mentioned that I didn't like a Middle Eastern guy, and Brother Mo took care of him right away. I think his name was something like Hamed Nee-i...
[I would also like to thank the other readers who sent gifts. I will always support my readers and will do my best to fulfill any requests they make.]
"This is the first time I've used this move."
Recite it ten thousand times.
I had tried to manipulate souls before, since the Rinnegan has the ability to manipulate souls.
Wanci wanted to use this power to bring forward the appearance of the Asura reincarnation.
There were no earth-shattering phenomena.
The next second, within Senju Uzuki's body
A ball of warm, life-giving light, resembling liquid chakra, was forcibly extracted from the corpse and floated steadily in Wanci's palm.
The ball of light was gentle yet profound, containing an inexhaustible and boundless vitality—it was the soul of the reincarnated Asura.
"haven't seen you for a long time....."
Wanci lowered his eyes and gazed at the Asura power in his palm, then flicked it lightly with his fingertips.
The ball of light transformed into an almost imperceptible stream of light, tearing through the spatial barrier and shooting straight toward the remaining territory of the Senju clan, so fast that no ninja in the world could catch it.
Meanwhile, inside a simple wooden hut in the remaining stronghold of the Senju clan, the atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.
A middle-aged man dressed in tattered Thousand Hands tribe clothing paced anxiously back and forth in the room, his rough hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his face was filled with unconcealed anxiety and sorrow.
"Of all times...of all times!"
The middle-aged man growled softly, his voice filled with helplessness.
"The Uchiha madmen's offensive is getting more and more frenzied. Most of the clan's elite have been lost, and they can't even hold onto their ancestral land. And yet, my child had to be born at this critical moment when calamity is imminent..."
Before the man could finish speaking, a clear baby's cry suddenly broke the oppressive silence inside the room.
The midwife hurried out and nodded to the man: "It's a boy, mother and child are safe."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's tense body suddenly relaxed, but there was no joy in becoming a father for the first time; only bitterness and sorrow remained on his face.
"well....."
The middle-aged man staggered into the house, looking at the infant with its eyes closed in the swaddling clothes, his heart filled with endless sorrow.
The ninja world is engulfed in war, and the Senju clan is on the verge of extinction. Their own children are born into this endless turmoil and smoke, and may not even have a peaceful childhood.
The middle-aged man reached out his rough fingers and gently touched the baby's soft cheek. After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly, his voice hoarse but carrying a hint of stubborn expectation:
"From this day forward, you shall be called Thousand Hands Supporting the Sky."
"Your father only hopes that one day you can hold up this crumbling sky and support my Thousand Hands clan, which is struggling in the storm..."
..........
Ripples in the void
Manji's figure quietly landed on the ground, stepping onto the very spot where he had once subdued Sarutobi.
"Sigh... things have changed again."
A sigh of a thousand times
Looking up, everything around me had changed beyond recognition, and all I could see was ruin and desolation.
"Didn't expect the village to be rebuilt?"
Looking forward ten thousand times
This land was once ravaged by a massacre, and the villagers barely managed to regroup before the bodies were cold. Now, the rebuilt villages are still dilapidated.
The crooked wooden house was built with broken wood and dry firewood, and it creaked and groaned as if it were about to crack when the wind blew.
He glanced up ten thousand times, his brow furrowing.
I saw
At the village entrance, a group of emaciated villagers huddled together, their clothes so tattered they could barely cover their bodies. The old man's skin was wrinkled like withered tree bark, and his creases were filled with dust.
The children's limbs were as thin as withered branches, but their bellies were swollen and round, and they were all sallow and emaciated.
"this....."
Wan Ci frowned slightly, slowly stepped forward, and asked the group of emaciated mortals:
"Now that this village has been rebuilt, why abandon it and leave?"
The gaunt old man at the head of the group had a hunched back. His head just shook numbly, and his dry, white lips moved a few times, but he couldn't make a sound.
Ten thousand times, his brows furrowed even deeper.
This person was clearly drained of all strength by hunger and despair, leaving only a lifeless numbness, unable to even utter a word.
right now
"This place... has long become a battlefield where the Uchiha and Senju clans fight. Shinobi from both clans take turns venturing here, looting food and supplies. Everything edible and usable has been taken. We... can't survive here, we have to leave."
Beside him stood a gaunt, middle-aged man with vacant eyes and a hoarse, dry voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Ci's brow twitched and his heart sank.
The clan war between the Senju and Uchiha clans has spread so far that even the most ordinary villages in the mortal world have been devastated, and the impact on ordinary people has been so severe...
Wanci's gaze slowly swept over the crowd, the villagers in tattered clothes and unkempt hair, the old men so old they were emaciated.
The children's bellies were all swollen like drums.
They all looked like they'd eaten too much Six Paths Soil...
At this moment, a child with a swollen belly and limbs so thin they seemed about to break at any moment timidly raised the handful of yellow soil he was holding and offered it to Wanci. His childish voice, filled with numb innocence, said, "Grandpa, would you like some Liudao soil? It's filling and keeps you full..."
Wanci's heart suddenly trembled.
How could I not know about the so-called Six Paths of Heaven?
There is no Guanyin in this world, only the Sage of Six Paths.
The yellow earth that people eat when there is famine in the mortal world is called the Six Paths Soil. It is no different from the Guanyin Soil of the previous life. It seems to fill the stomach, but it is actually a poison that goes straight through the intestines. If you eat too much of it, you will die from abdominal distension.
"My child...this old man..."
Ten thousand times and still not finished
"Get out of here!"
The man next to the child suddenly rushed forward and snatched the Six Paths Soil from the child's hand!
"You little brat! You wasteful thing! This is our last bit of food! This old man doesn't look like he's lacking food, what's the point of feeding him!"
The man cursed angrily.
As the angry curses reached his ears, Wanci's brows furrowed even more deeply, and an unspeakable heaviness welled up in his heart.
Have ordinary people really fallen so low that they have to rely on eating the Six Paths Soil to survive?
At that moment, greedy and fierce gazes were fixed on Wanci.
The villagers, pale and emaciated, suddenly had a wolf-like fire ignite in their empty eyes as they stared intently at his neat, spotless clothes—a level of dignity they had never possessed in their entire lives.
Thousands of instantaneous understandings
His clothes were too neat, making him stand out from the dying, starving people. Coupled with his loneliness and apparent old age and helplessness, these villagers, driven mad by hunger, had already entertained the evil thoughts of robbery and even cannibalism.
"Ugh!"
Wanci's expression was complex and hard to describe.
Ordinary people had to rely on the yellow earth, which was called "Six Paths," to fill their stomachs and barely survive.
This immortal, who possesses the title of the Six Paths and governs the order of the ninja world, could only watch helplessly as the common people fell into such a hell, unable to even provide them with the most basic comfort and sustenance.
"I've been such an irresponsible Sage of Six Paths..."
A heavy sigh escaped from Wanci's throat.
An invisible genjutsu chakra quietly dissipated, completely erasing his figure from the perception of the starving people.
Unwilling to face those eyes driven mad by hunger any longer, he suddenly blurred into a faint shadow and left.
As we traveled along, all we could see was utter desolation.
I have truly witnessed what it means to have nine out of ten houses empty, bones exposed in the wilderness, and not a single crowing of a rooster or barking of a dog heard for miles around.
The once lush and dense forests have long been cut down, and even the wild grass on the ground has been eaten away by starving people.
All that remains is cracked, barren yellow earth, stretching barely to the horizon, a scene of utter devastation.
The villages along the way had all become desolate ruins.
What worries Wanci even more is that the horrific sight of cannibalism can be seen everywhere in the wilderness, with mutilated bodies scattered and blood staining the scorched earth, revealing the hellish scene on earth.
"well……"
He sighed silently in his heart countless times, his brows furrowed with gloom.
It was merely a fateful contest between Indra and Asura.
It's nothing more than a struggle between the obsessions of two reincarnated individuals.
This plunged the entire ninja world into a massive upheaval of cannibalism!
Is this result truly the right one?
Their conflict ultimately harmed ordinary, defenseless people all over the world.