dkrc Chapter 1961 Spectral Statue of Heretics; Future Redemption Cannot Quench the Thirst of the Present
Chapter 1961 Spectral Statue of Heretics; Future Redemption Cannot Quench the Thirst of the Present
Chapter 1961 Summoning: The Demonic Statue of the Heretic; Future salvation cannot quench the thirst of the present.
Uchiha Ten could not comprehend the essence of that "ocean," which perhaps touched upon the rules governing the world and was beyond his current understanding.
He was even more unsure of the extent to which his Rinnegan could interfere with that mysterious sea of souls, or whether he could truly "salvage" and "drag back" a specific being from among the countless floating and dissolving orbs of light.
All of this is unknown, like testing the edge of an abyss with bottomless darkness beneath your feet.
However, there is never any such thing as "absolute" in this matter.
Before he awakened the Rinnegan, did no one have any doubts? Did everyone naively believe that an ability originating from another world could perfectly reproduce its original power in this world under the rules of spiritual energy revival?
No, there are many skeptics, but also quite a few rational people.
Many people know in their hearts that it may just be a beautiful fantasy, a faint hope based on uncertain legends.
However, compared to the unfavorable "possibility" full of uncertainty, people are more willing to believe in and look forward to the "success".
The resurrection of the dead—this may be a realm that can be reached at some point in the future, when civilization develops to a higher level and individual power ascends to unimaginable heights.
But how far into the future is that?
Ten years? A hundred years? A thousand years? Or even longer?
At that time, even if one possesses the power to reverse life and death and turn back time, and brings back the dead who have long since turned to dust and whose existence is no longer trace, what significance would it have for the living who are now suffering the death of loved ones and searching for a glimmer of light in despair?
The salvation of the future cannot quench the thirst of the present.
The chasm of time is enough to erode the most profound longing and leave the most persistent waiting without an object; a belated resurrection, for a soul struggling in pain at this moment, is like a distant and vague promise, unable to illuminate the long night before it.
Only Uchiha Ten's Rinnegan is a tangible hope existing in the "present".
Even if this hope is also shrouded in doubt, and may just be a mirage, it is at least a beacon that we can place our hopes on and pray for "at this moment".
Therefore, those who have lost their closest relatives, loved ones, and friends, even if they know deep down that there is a possibility of failure, even if they rationally doubt the effectiveness of the Rinnegan in this world, still choose to believe and still have high hopes.
It's not that they don't understand, but that they have no choice but to believe.
This faint flame of hope, which could be extinguished at any moment, is their last means of survival in this world, their fight against nothingness, and the only visible starlight in the long, dark night.
Uchiha Ten didn't know how to describe the impact of this enormous and heavy "expectation" on him.
It wasn't a tangible pressure, yet it was everywhere.
It permeated the gazes that fell upon him, lurked behind every discussion about his progress, and lingered in every breath that was suddenly held when the topic of "resurrection" was mentioned.
This expectation is like an invisible yet resilient net, tightly connecting him with the joys and sorrows of countless strangers.
It would be impossible to say that I wasn't affected at all.
He is not a cold machine; he has emotions and understands the pain of loss.
This hope, entrusted to him by hundreds of millions of people, made him feel an unprecedented weight.
However, there was one thing he needed to confirm.
Is it possible to perform the heretical technique of reincarnation and rebirth?
He raised his hand, his gaze calmly fixed on the ground before him. In his Samsara Eyes, the purple concentric rings and magatama slowly rotated, emitting a profound light.
Without forming those complicated and cumbersome hand seals, for him who has already awakened these eyes and completed a leap in his life level, many abilities that once required hand seals to be used are no longer needed.
"Spiritual Communicator - Heretic Statue".
He spoke in a low voice, slightly bent one knee, and gently pressed his palm onto the hard rock beneath his feet.
The Gedo Mazo is the shell of the Ten-Tails, part of the Divine Tree that is the origin of chakra, and a medium used to carry and transform life force and communicate the boundary between life and death when performing the "Rinne Rebirth Technique".
Without the demonic statue of the Outer Path, the art of reincarnation and rebirth cannot be performed, and there would be no way to resurrect the dead.
Smoke spread from where his palm touched the ground.
Time, on the silent cliff top, passed by second by second amidst surging emotions and anticipation.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
As the smoke gradually dissipated, the empty cliffs and deep blue night sky behind him were revealed; the sea breeze swept through the area without hindrance, stirring up a few wisps of dust, and then nothing else.
There was no enormous, mountain-like, hideous golem as he had expected, no terrifying aura as if from ancient times, and nothing responded to his "spiritual communication."
Behind him, there was nothing but his own shadow, elongated by the moonlight.
"As expected, there isn't one."
Uchiha Ten slowly withdrew his hand, stood up, and showed no intense emotional fluctuations on his face, only a bittersweet feeling of relief.
He guessed it.
The Gedo Mazo is a creation of another world, not a natural byproduct of the Rinnegan's power.
The Naruto world and this world are separated by countless dimensions, so how could it be summoned through a summoning jutsu?
Uchiha Ten shook his head slightly.
This is the case.
Cold, hard, and unquestionable.
It will not change in the slightest because of the devout expectations of millions of people, nor will it create a "golem" that did not exist out of thin air because he now possesses the Rinnegan.
He raised his head and looked at the twinkling lights of the city in the distance, as if he could see countless people longing for light in the darkness.
He knew that if this result were made public, it would shatter the spiritual pillars of many people and cause a massive emotional tsunami and collapse of faith.
Disappointment? That's too mild.
Despair, breakdown, and even resentment are all possible.
But that's the reality.
"People should always look forward."
Relying on a vague and possibly unworkable legendary technique is inherently fragile.
The shattering of hope is painful, but to wallow in broken hope and even give up on the present and the possibility of the future is a greater tragedy.
but
"Let's try again."
Uchiha Ten muttered to himself.
He wasn't taking chances; he wanted to thoroughly verify all possibilities and fully explore that theoretically possible but extremely narrow gap before accepting reality without any doubt.
He wanted to personally extinguish the last vestige of unrealistic fantasy.
"At the very least, we must eliminate all possibilities."
This time, he no longer used spiritual power to summon spirits, but instead began to refine his chakra anew.
"Spiritual Communicator - Heretic Statue".
White smoke appeared, then dissipated, leaving nothing behind.
He tried to use all the extracted chakra for summoning techniques.
"Spiritual Communicator - Heretic Statue".
White smoke appeared, then dissipated, leaving nothing behind.
He devoted more of his spiritual power to psychic arts.
White smoke appeared, then dissipated, leaving nothing behind.
The fourth time, the fifth time. Each time, he kept adjusting the energy used and the concentration of output, but without exception, all attempts ended in failure.
He had no way of sensing the location of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
Hope, like sand slipping through one's fingers, quickly vanishes with each failed attempt, leaving only emptiness in the end.
Uchiha Ten slowly straightened up. The prolonged concentration and high-intensity energy output had no effect on him at this moment.
But the repeated failures left him feeling somewhat exhausted.
"The last time."
If he still fails this time, he will stop trying.
"Spiritual Communicator - Heretic Statue".
The purple light of the Rinnegan flashed slightly.
White smoke rose again, seemingly no different from the previous times.
But just as the smoke dissipated and Uchiha Ten was about to look away, preparing to accept the final outcome...
"Ugh"
A soft sigh, seemingly from an endless distance, swept past his senses without warning.
Uchiha Ten's pupils suddenly contracted!
Immediately afterwards, the smoke that was about to dissipate suddenly contracted inward and then exploded with a bang.
A thicker cloud of smoke than ever before instantly filled a large area behind him, blocking out the moonlight and starlight.
First to appear were ten enormous, tightly closed eyes, like those of a stone sculpture; then came the outline of a massive, rugged body, covered with a dark, rough surface like tree bark or rock.
Twisted arms, like the branches of a withered ancient tree; a back covered with thorny spikes; and a ferocious head that seemed to be roaring silently.
A colossal statue, radiating an aura of boundless oppression and ominousness, stood atop the cliff behind Uchiha Ten.
The Demonic Statue of the Heretic!
It was actually communicated through spirits!
A deathly silence enveloped the summit of the cliff.
Uchiha Ten stared blankly at the colossal statue before him, which exuded an overwhelming aura of oppression, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.
Shock, astonishment, disbelief. A mix of emotions clashed and ultimately culminated in one deepest question:
why?
Why did it succeed this time? Why was the demonic statue of the heretic summoned?
He quickly reviewed his last attempt.
Unlike countless times before, this time he did not deliberately do anything "special".
In terms of process, there is no essential difference from previous attempts.
But the results were completely different.
The only unusual thing was that soft sigh.
From whom does this sigh originate?
When this question popped into Uchiha Ten's mind, he almost instantly thought of a name.
Bai Xuan.
Only him.
Only those who have joined the "chat group" and are among the chosen ones, those who rose like a comet from the very beginning of the spiritual revival of this world, favored by the will of the earth and endowed with "natural authority," can accomplish this.
As someone who was brought to this world from the pirate world by Bai Xuan and who knows about Bai Xuan's experiences in this world, Uchiha Ten can be certain of his answer.
Only Bai Xuan possesses the ability to "bring" the "Outer Path Demon Statue," a creation that does not belong to this world but originates from another world, to the real world, or to "create" a corresponding existence in this world that conforms to its concept and function.
Only he could exert influence from the shadows during Uchiha Ten's final attempt, ensuring the success of this summoning.
Although Uchiha Ten had no idea why Bai Xuan would let out a soft sigh at this moment, he was even less aware of the deeper meaning behind his actions.
Was it a chance occurrence? Or a pre-planned strategy? Or a reflection on an inevitable trend?
But in any case, the result is already before us.
The demonic statue of the heretic has been successfully summoned!
This means that the biggest obstacle in theory to performing the "Heretical Reincarnation Technique" has disappeared.
Furthermore, Uchiha Ten was certain that the Outer Path: Samsara of Heavenly Life Technique had the ability to resurrect the dead.
Because this is the heretical demonic image that Bai Xuan bestowed upon him.
If he couldn't do that, what was the point of Bai Xuan giving him the heretical demon statue?
Wouldn't it be a better choice to let him give up and face reality?
Uchiha Ten didn't know just how powerful Bai Xuan had become, but he knew that it was a realm that even he and the so-called "first order" of this world could only look up to.
Reverse time? Rewrite reality? Reshape life and death?
For Bai Xuan, who had already joined the "chat group" connecting all the worlds and was the chosen one of this world's destiny, this was probably not a difficult task.
Uchiha Ten, who at least knew the meaning of the "chat group," believed that Bai Xuan already possessed such power.
"He gave it to me precisely because he could."
This is the simplest and most direct logic that Uchiha Ten came up with.
He didn't know why Bai Xuan, who possessed such power, didn't do the same thing himself, soothing all the pain with a wave of his hand and bringing the deceased back.
But what is certain is that at Bai Xuan's level, his thoughts, actions, and behaviors must all have their reasons.
Uchiha Ten didn't care, nor did he want to care.
All he needed to know was that Bai Xuan had given him the "Heretical Statue".
Excited? Perhaps a little.
After all, this means that the sleepless nights of anticipation and the last hope of countless hearts have finally transformed from an ethereal fantasy into a theoretically tangible "possibility".
The expectations that weighed on him did not, at least not instantly, turn into deeper despair and resentment.
This in itself is something to be thankful for, as if a great weight has been lifted off one's shoulders.
But what dominated his heart was not excitement or relief, but a sense of relief.
Yes, I feel relieved.
Uchiha Ten felt complex emotions towards the land beneath his feet, which, like the land in his previous life, was called "Huaxia".
As a time traveler, he might initially feel a sense of alienation, after all, this is not the China he lived in his previous life.
But he lived, fought, and grew up here, witnessing its suffering and resilience, its struggles and its revival.
The people here share the same blood, the same culture, and the same emotions as his compatriots in another world he remembers.
He protects this place not only because of the responsibility brought by his duties or strength, but also because, through day after day of getting along and working side by side, he has gradually come to regard this place as his second home and the people here as "people" who need to be protected.