The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 452 Time Prison

The heavy alloy door of the shell structure base slowly closed behind him.

As the dull "clang" rang out, Uchiha Mitsunori's mood also became much heavier.

He took a deep breath, and the next second, his figure transformed into a golden streak of light, plummeting straight towards the desolate Gobi Desert in the distance.

The wind whistled past my ears, and the swirling sand hit the chakra barrier with a soft, rustling sound.

A moment later, Uchiha Mitsunori's feet landed steadily on the Gobi Desert.

The scorching sand beneath his feet did nothing to dispel the chill in his heart.

He took out the palm-sized sealed storage box from his inside pocket.

This storage box was specially made by Amado of the Three Paths. Its surface is engraved with fine sealing patterns, which can perfectly isolate the fluctuations of energy.

Uchiha Mitsunaga lightly touched the sealing pattern with his finger, hesitating for more than half a minute.

The white hair of this Ōtsutsuki Shibai may conceal a shocking secret, and naturally, it also carries risks.

Finally, his eyes narrowed, and he gently touched the lines with his finger.

With a soft "click," the lock on the storage box opened.

He slowly lifted the lid of the box, and a silver-white hair lay quietly inside, about twenty centimeters long, gleaming with a warm luster. This was no ordinary hair; it was something harder and more flexible than steel wire.

Uchiha Mitsunori gently pinched the end of a strand of hair with his fingers, and inexplicably felt a heavy force, as if he was not holding a strand of hair, but a span of time that stretched across countless ages.

"Otsutsuki Shibazakura..."

He murmured the name, his brows furrowing involuntarily, his expression extremely complex.

The golden eye of God flickered deep within his pupils, and he could clearly perceive that this strand of hair contained a majesty that transcended all things.

It gave him a strong intuition that lingered in his mind.

This strand of hair is the key to the Otsutsuki Shibatakai. As long as he activates his divine technique, he can use the pull of this strand of chakra to meet the legendary Otsutsuki god.

But the moment this thought arose, countless questions flooded in like a tide.

What should I say when I meet Otsutsuki Shibakai? Is he a friend or foe?

Given his strength, if he harbored malicious intent, did he have a chance of winning? Even if the other party had no malicious intent, how much truth could he possibly glean from that deity?

Uchiha Sanfeng looked up at the Gobi Desert sky. The world was vast and desolate. In the distance, the yellow sand and the sky intertwined into a blurry line, with no trace of life in sight.

The wind grew stronger, ruffling his black hair and bringing a slight chill.

He took a deep breath and gently placed the storage box in his pocket.

"Whatever the outcome, the truth must be found out."

Uchiha Mitsunori slowly closed his eyes, clearing his mind of all distractions, his gaze gradually becoming incredibly resolute.

"Pupil Technique: Eye of God - Awaken!"

His pupils instantly transformed into intricate golden patterns, like the most precise gears slowly turning, each pattern radiating a chilling pressure.

The moment the light shone on him, his silver-white hair suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, like a sleeping dragon being awakened.

A strand of hair detached from Sanfeng's fingertips, hovering in front of him, spinning continuously, and gradually forming a silvery-white ball of light.

The ball of light grew larger and larger, and the suction force it emitted became stronger and stronger, causing the body to fly uncontrollably toward the ball of light.

He did not resist, letting the suction force envelop him.

The next second, the world spun around, and the surrounding Gobi Desert, sandstorms, and rocks vanished instantly, replaced by an endless chaos.

In the chaos, there was no up, down, left, or right; no time or space; only countless streams of light shuttled and surged, like a rushing river, making a gurgling sound—the sound of time flowing.

Uchiha Mitsurugi's consciousness floated above the long river, his body seemingly detached, leaving only his soul to feel this vast and mysterious power.

He could clearly see that those flowing lights carried countless images: the brilliant nebula at the birth of ancient planets, the innocent beginnings of life, the glory of the rise of civilizations, and the despair of planetary destruction. The joys and sorrows of countless lives were intertwined within them, and ultimately all merged into the torrent of time, silently.

Just then, an aged yet powerful voice, like the tolling of a bell that has traversed eternity, resounded from the depths of the river of time, breaking the chaotic atmosphere.

"You've finally arrived!"

Uchiha Sanfeng looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure in the whirlpool in the middle of the long river.

He was a man dressed in a white robe, embroidered with faint gold patterns, like the flowing light of the river of time, rising and falling gently with his breath.

His long hair reached his waist, also silver-white, and the strands fell down, gleaming softly in the halo around him.

His appearance was shrouded in a faint silvery-white halo, like a powerful aura that surpassed all things, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

Otsutsuki Shibaju, who had been lazily leaning against the edge of the torrent of time, had a glint of light in his eyes the moment he saw the person who had arrived.

The previously scattered aura suddenly subsided, like a sleeping lion awakening, instantly regaining its vigor.

He straightened up slightly, his white robe swaying gently with the flow of time.

"Interesting. I didn't expect you to find this place so quickly, and I certainly didn't expect you to have cultivated the Eye of God to this level."

Ōtsutsuki Shibaki's gaze fell upon him, carrying a mixture of scrutiny and approval.

Uchiha Mitsunori's chakra instantly tightened, his golden God Eyes shone even brighter, and he stared intently at Otsutsuki Shibaki's figure, his tone tinged with wariness and doubt: "You knew I was coming? You knew from the very beginning?"

He could sense that the other party's strength was unfathomable, far exceeding his own understanding, but at this moment he did not back down at all, and his eyes remained firm.

"nature."

Ōtsutsuki Shibai chuckled softly, his voice carrying a subtle hint of vicissitude, as if it had weathered countless ages.

He slowly raised his hand, his white sleeve slipped down, revealing a fair and slender wrist. With a gentle touch of his fingertip, a stream of light rose from the river of time, transforming into a clear image.

The scene depicts a void of darkness, where a faint soul wanders, on the verge of dissipating.

Uchiha Mitsunori's pupils contracted slightly. He had never seen himself like this before, his soul's light so dim, yet carrying a trace of unyielding obsession.

"Now that you have mastered omnipotent divine arts, you should be able to guess that the system within you was actually created by me. And the Ten Directions Divine Arts that you possess also originate from me, allowing you to glimpse and deduce the future trajectory of all timelines in the universe."

"What?"

Uchiha Mitsunori's pupils suddenly contracted, and a storm raged in his heart.

The system was his greatest asset since his transmigration. He always thought it was a unique opportunity of his own and never imagined that it was all related to Otsutsuki Shibakai.

"Back then, when I saw your soul, drifting outside the river of time, on the verge of dissipating, I casually pulled you in."

Otsutsuki Shibaju's gaze fell upon the soul within the painting.

"At that time, I had already used my divine magic to glimpse your future trajectory, and saw the obsession with protection and creation hidden deep in your soul. I knew that you were the only one who could make up for my mistakes, so I decided to give you power."

The scene shifted, and Otsutsuki Shibai's figure gently touched the faint soul. A golden power was injected into the soul, and the soul's light instantly became dazzling.

Then, the soul was enveloped by a gentle force and flew in one direction, which was the location of the Ninja World.

"I infused a portion of my own power, along with the foundational imprints of the Ten Directions Divine Arts, into your soul. This power evolved along with your ideology and eventually became the system you speak of."

Otsutsuki Shibai spoke calmly, as if recounting a trivial matter: "The system not only helps you improve your strength, but also subtly guides you to awaken the complete omnipotent divine power, allowing you to follow the trajectory I foresee, step by step, towards the path of creating life and spreading hope."

Uchiha Mitsunori's brows furrowed even more, his doubts growing deeper.

He forced down his shock and pressed, "Why did you do this? You saved me for no reason and gave me power. It can't just be because I have a strong desire to protect and create, right?"

He couldn't believe that there could be such unprovoked kindness in the world, especially from a legendary deity.

Upon hearing this question, Otsutsuki Shibai's figure swayed slightly, the aura around him dimmed a bit, and a hint of loneliness appeared in his originally majestic aura.

His gaze fell upon the depths of the river of time, where images of countless planets being destroyed instantly appeared: a colossal divine tree took root on a planet, its thick roots penetrating the planet's core, frantically drawing life energy from it; countless creatures howled and ran in despair, ultimately turning to ashes, leaving only a desolate, lifeless remnant of the planet.

"In my pursuit of power, I destroyed countless planets and lives."

Ōtsutsuki Shibaki's voice was filled with deep remorse, each word seemingly weighing a ton: "The life force I stole has become invisible shackles, trapping my soul in this river of time, from which I can never escape. I have tried countless methods, but none have been able to break free of these shackles."

"I orchestrated all of this in secret to atone for my sins."

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at Sanfeng, his tone tinged with anticipation: "I used the Ten Directions Divine Art to deduce the future countless times, and only you, only your soul, can bear my power, can carry the obsession of protection and creation, and deliver life and hope to this universe on the verge of depletion. I took a gamble, and you did not disappoint me."

The river of time flowed slowly, carrying the voice of Otsutsuki Shibaitani echoing in the chaos, lingering for a long time.

Uchiha Sanfeng stood still, the water droplets on his hands having drifted away unnoticed, merging into the river of time, turning into a faint stream of light, and disappearing without a trace.

As he watched the forlorn figure of Ōtsutsuki Shibakuri, his wariness gradually dissipated, replaced by endless sighs and bewilderment.

It turns out that my time travel, my system, everything about me was, from the very beginning, an arrangement for atonement.

He was like a carefully chosen chess piece, moving along a predetermined path, seemingly free, but in reality, his fate had already been sealed.