Chapter 495: Spiritual Purification
The two ultimate gods decided on a literary duel.
Just like that, Uchiha Dali and Dark Uchiha Dali sat across from each other in meditation.
Time passed, second by second.
Since this place was completely empty—pure chaotic void—there was no telling how long had passed before Dark Uchiha Dali finally opened his eyes.
He was growing impatient.
He lifted his gaze toward Uchiha Dali across from him.
The other remained calm—breathing steady and serene as ever.
Dark Uchiha Dali gradually became restless.
He opened his mouth several times as if wanting to speak.
But this time, Uchiha Dali opened his mouth first.
"If you can't handle silence, just speak. Giving up is also an option. Surrender, and you only have to hand over half your power."
Hearing that, Dark Uchiha Dali—who had originally intended to speak—forced the words back down.
Surrender?
What a joke.
Even if he had to sit here until this infinite void perished, he would never surrender.
Seeing he didn't respond, Uchiha Dali smiled faintly.
Dark Uchiha Dali likely hadn't realized it yet—but step by step, he was falling into the rhythm Uchiha Dali had planned.
Dark Uchiha Dali's nature was extremely impulsive—once he wanted something, he acted immediately.
Just like when he absorbed the powers of the Five Great Evil Gods—he simply did it.
But now?
He'd been completely controlled by Uchiha Dali.
First, Kamui repeatedly forced him into humiliation.
Then, Uchiha Dali trapped him with the concept of a literary duel.
Since brute force couldn't threaten Uchiha Dali at all, the only option left was the duel of will.
And this type of duel would continuously grind down Dark Uchiha Dali's violent nature, cleansing his inner hostility.
Dark Uchiha Dali himself was also an ultimate god.
A very special existence—able to adapt to the endless changes of this void.
In simple terms—if he evolved in a positive direction, his being would adapt and continually grow stronger accordingly.
But if he remained in a state of pure destructive malice—wanting to destroy the universe, kill gods, seize everything—then the darkness would only consume him more and more until he was beyond recovery.
After ascending to Supreme Godhood, Uchiha Dali understood this clearly.
So now, he was guiding Dark Uchiha Dali step by step, activating his own purification.
Only once Dark Uchiha Dali was truly purified—his realm elevated, no longer just a vessel of negativity—
Only then would he be worthy of being absorbed.
Ages passed.
Who knew how many eras drifted by?
Yet the two remained seated in the void, locked in silent confrontation.
Dark Uchiha Dali had not spoken a single word since the beginning.
Until today.
He opened his eyes again.
His inner demon was beginning to counterattack—rage and chaos surged, overwhelming reason once more. Dark Uchiha Dali felt the urge to act.
He glared fiercely at Uchiha Dali, thinking:
After sitting still for so many ages, he must've finally released Kamui, right?
If so—this is my chance! I could absorb him in one decisive strike!
But just as he was about to act—
A thought stopped him.
He had agreed—personally agreed—that the literary duel would continue until there was a winner.
There still wasn't one.
If he struck now… wouldn't that be breaking the rules? Shameful?
That hesitation shocked him.
Why do I even care about that!?
Dark Uchiha Dali's thoughts spiraled.
Ridiculous! I am the Ultimate Great Evil God!
I do whatever I want! No one judges me—no one defines me!
So why am I even considering this!?
No—wrong! If I am to become a true ultimate deity, I must have principles. Acting blindly on impulse without rules makes me no different from any other evil god.
I am myself. I am no one's copy or imitation!
"Damn it..."
Dark Uchiha Dali was locked in a fierce internal struggle.
He realized something was wrong.
He was no longer the pure embodiment of evil he once was.
He was beginning to think.
To hesitate.
To consider consequences.
Since when did an evil god need to think so much?
Am I being purified?
Impossible!!
It was like a mental breakdown.
He argued with himself over and over, denying every thought, every shift, yet unable to erase them.
Pain and fury twisted across his face.
He glared at Uchiha Dali viciously.
"So he really succeeded? I'm really being brainwashed? Transformed? Does that mean I'll—"
"No! Never! I will never become you! I am myself! I am the one and only Ultimate Evil God!!!"
He repeated it in his mind again and again.
Then he shouted it aloud.
His voice echoed through the chaotic void—declaring his identity.
Uchiha Dali did hear it.
Perfectly.
But he remained unmoving—expression undisturbed, lost in stillness.
As if completely unaware of Dark Uchiha Dali's murderous impulse.
But in truth—
Uchiha Dali was quietly delighted.
Dark Uchiha Dali's internal conflict meant change had begun.
From an absolute singular consciousness—into something layered and reflective.
This was the beginning.
Proof that the plan was working.
Dark Uchiha Dali was already being purified.
As long as nothing interrupted the process, then eventually—whether it took ten thousand years, a hundred million, or even a billion—
He would be completely purified.
At that point, he would become a true god.
One who could be fierce and decisive—yet still hold compassion.
That was the existence Uchiha Dali wanted.
And he would wait.
No matter how long it took.
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