A veteran of the ninja world: surviving from the Six Paths of Heroes to Boruto

Chapter 112: The Great General of the Southern Heavenly Gate

The candlelight inside the tent flickered suddenly, and Uchiha Sa's crimson Sharingan abruptly focused as she tapped her fingertips heavily on the location of Falling Fox Cliff on the map.

"I've made my decision. We'll abandon Kikyō Mountain and move the entire army to Ryūhō Cliff! Inform the Yūge clan to come to Ryūhō Cliff and join forces with us, then launch a surprise attack on the Thousand Hands from the northwest!"

This sudden order stunned Elder Uchiha, who was standing to the side. His brows furrowed tightly as he fell into deep thought.

"Clan leader, changing the attack route so suddenly before battle is too risky... Moreover, the Feathered Robe Clan is weak and slow-moving; whether they can arrive at Falling Fox Cliff on time is still unknown. This adjustment is far too risky!"

After hesitating for a moment, Elder Uchiha finally couldn't help but offer his advice, his tone full of worry.

"We all know that Kikyo Mountain has already deployed the Senju main force, just waiting for us to walk right into it and die. Since we know it's an ambush, why do we still choose to confront it head-on?"

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Sa gently shook her head, her clear, cold eyes revealing a confident understanding of the battle situation.

She glanced at the night outside the tent, a cold smile curving her lips: "Let the main force of the Thousand Hands stand there like idiots on Kikyō Mountain. By the time we break out from Falling Fox Cliff and strike their flank, it will be too late for them to defend!"

Looking at Uchiha Sa's resolute expression, Elder Uchiha knew that once this female clan leader made up her mind, there was no possibility of changing it.

"Chieftain's insight is brilliant!"

Elder Uchiha could only bow slightly.

"in addition."

Uchiha Sa added an order

"Immediately dispatch a ninja hawk to deliver a message, informing the Feather Robe Clan in advance that they must arrive at Falling Fox Cliff within three days to await orders, without fail."

"Yes, sir!" Elder Uchiha nodded heavily, turned around and strode out of the tent to arrange the transmission of messages and the movement of troops.

Only Uchiha Sa remained in the tent. She stared at the Fallen Fox Cliff on the map, her Sharingan slightly narrowed.

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The Falling Fox Cliff was shrouded in the deep darkness of night, its cliffs steep and sheer.

Following Black Zetsu's guidance, Senju Tsuru stepped over small pebbles and wild grass, finally reaching the bottom of the cliff.

He pushed aside the waist-high weeds and entered a hidden cave completely buried by vines and overgrown grass, and couldn't help but exclaim softly, "I never expected there to be such a hidden paradise here..."

The black Zetsu in his palm remained silent, its senses quietly spreading out, an invisible network of perception enveloping the entire cave, carefully exploring every corner around it, clearing away any potential dangers for the Thousand-Handed Crane.

"No problem, let's keep going."

"Black Absolute said in a deep voice."

"it is good."

Senju nods.

The two walked slowly along the damp cave wall. The cave passage widened as they went, and along the way, they gradually saw broken pottery bowls and decaying wooden frames, all traces of a long period of human habitation.

As you venture deeper into the cave, a smooth stone wall suddenly appears before you. The wall is covered with dense knife marks and patterns, and the sharp knife intent emanates from the stone carvings, which have not dissipated even after a hundred years of weathering.

"Wow, it hasn't been erased yet! What an unexpected bonus!"

Thousand-Handed Crane approached the stone wall, her fingertips gently brushing against the cold stone carvings, her eyes filled with surprise and awe.

Black Zetsu narrowed his dark eyes slightly, a hint of suspicion rising in his heart.

These stone carvings, which supposedly passed down the sword techniques, should have been erased by the Hatake clan long ago, but they have been preserved intact. It is likely that the Hatake clan chief of that time, mindful of the inheritance, did not want to cut off the opportunity for future generations, and thus deliberately did not remove them.

Black Zetsu's senses extended further, keenly detecting that a dusty scroll was hidden in a secret compartment next to the stone carving—another hidden object.

However, Black Zetsu did not intend to tell Senju Tsuru.

Firstly, the great sage of Mount Myōboku had already tacitly approved of this matter, so the scroll naturally belonged to someone else.

Secondly, the contents of the scroll are useless to the current Senjutsu Crane.

"Black Zetsu Immortal, do you think this thing is real or fake?"

Senju Tsuru withdrew her gaze, turned her head and looked at Black Zetsu in her palm with a face full of curiosity and anticipation.

"It's true, don't worry."

Black Zetsu nodded slightly, giving an affirmative answer.

Upon hearing this, Senju no longer had any doubts. He immediately sat cross-legged in front of the stone wall, staring intently at the knife marks on the stone carvings, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to studying the knife techniques.

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The endless sand dunes where the dragon vein is located are rippled by the night wind as the yellow sand is swept up.

Hundreds of White Zetsu were scattered around the sand dunes, their figures concealed in the yellow sand, intently guarding against any movement around them, creating an extremely solemn atmosphere.

Shima and Abi stood atop the sand dune, their postures upright, their heads bowed in reverence, as if awaiting the arrival of some supreme being.

Within seconds, a thick white fog suddenly rose above the calm sand dunes, swirling and spreading, enveloping the entire Dragon Vein Land.

As the mist drifted by, the figure of Manji, the great hermit of Mount Myoboku, slowly emerged from the thick fog.

He possessed an air of otherworldly grace, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and was surrounded by a subtle aura of celestial magic.

"We eagerly await the arrival of the great immortal in the mortal realm!"

"We eagerly await the arrival of the great immortal in the mortal realm!"

The moment Wanci appeared, the White Zetsu on guard all bowed in unison, their voices echoing across the sand dunes like a tsunami shaking the night sky.

Zhima and Afei immediately stepped forward and bowed to greet them.

"No need for formalities, no need for formalities."

Wan Ciwen smiled and waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the group of White Zetsu, his tone kind.

Then Wanci looked at Zhima in front of him, and Zhima immediately lowered his head and respectfully said, "Great Immortal, as you instructed, the barrier and defenses around the dragon vein have been set up properly."

Manci nodded slightly, his eyes full of approval: "You've worked hard. When you get back, promote yourself to immortality and be ranked alongside Fukasaku."

Shima was startled, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes, before he bowed deeply, his tone utterly respectful: "Yes, sir!"

She has been plotting in the human world for hundreds of years, devoting herself to the intelligence department of Mount Myōboku. Now, she has finally achieved her wish and is ranked alongside the hermit Fukasaku.

"Great Immortal, Great Immortal, what about me? What about me?"

Afei immediately raised his hand obediently: "I also helped Senior Shima set up many protective barriers and cleaned up the scene spotless!"

Wanci looked at the lively Afei, nodded, and said loudly, "Good, well done! I hereby appoint you as the Great General of the Southern Heavenly Gate!"

"Huh? The Great General of the Southern Heavenly Gate?"

Ah Fei looked confused.

"That's right, you don't understand."

Wan Ci smiled faintly, a deep meaning flashing across his gentle eyes. Without offering any further explanation, he turned and slowly walked into the surging dragon vein ahead.

Above the sand dunes, the yellow sand of the dragon vein was drawn by an invisible force, churning out layers of golden waves. A dense, almost tangible aura of chakra swept over, the power of the earth's origin.

Wanci stood at the core of the dragon vein, gazing down at the surging sea of ​​sand beneath his feet, a hint of certainty flashing in his eyes.

The purpose of this trip is to use the power of the Rinnegan, combined with his own Sage Mode and Summoning Techniques, to move a portion of the Dragon Vein back to Mount Myōboku.

It should be understood that the dragon vein is the original power rooted in the earth. It seems fixed and immovable, but if one can become the pillar of the dragon vein, one can use one's own power to draw and mobilize its power. This is a secret technique unique to Mount Myōboku.

As recorded in the original Naruto manga, the Dragon Veins have weak consciousness and no autonomy, making them easily manipulated by powerful beings. This is the fundamental reason why Manji dared to take action.

"Dragon Vein, from now on, I will take control of you!"

Wanci slowly raised his hand, his aged palms spread out, and a boundless and unparalleled power suddenly erupted from his body.

The divine power and the power of the Rinnegan intertwined and entwined, transforming into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling white light pupil mark slowly appeared on Wanci's forehead!

The patterns of the Reincarnation Eye were quietly outlined, and a holy and majestic light instantly enveloped the entire Dragon Vein Land.

The light was so dazzling that it was blinding.

Afei and Shima instinctively raised their hands to cover their eyes, but they could still feel the heart-palpitating pressure.

Ah Fei's voice, filled with shock and amazement, escaped from between his fingers: "This is the Great Immortal!!!"

The White Zetsu all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the light of the Tenseigan.