Why can I still think? Why can I still see my surroundings?
I was clearly lying face down in a pool of blood, so why can I see Itachi on the roof?
Could it be… Uchiha Feiyun couldn't help but think of the sixty-level mental power he had gained when he transmigrated.
Wait… mental power!
Could this be the legendary enlightenment through mental power? It is said that when mental power is cultivated to a certain level, one can ignore the death of the physical body, and even rebuild it!
"Hahaha, it's finally my turn!"
"Konoha F4, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Obito, just you wait, I'll return the favor tenfold! No one will have an easy time of it!"
...However, Uchiha Feiyun seemed to be celebrating too early. He found that no matter how hard he tried, no matter what methods he attempted, his "corpse" remained motionless.
Moreover, with massive blood loss and the cessation of organ function, his body had already begun to grow cold, and his entire body was stiffening.
"I'm sorry, I was too loud just now, don't do this to me!" Uchiha Feiyun wailed inwardly.
He was genuinely anxious because Itachi had left, and next, Root and Anbu would be cleaning up.
He knew that if he fell into Danzo's hands, it would be better to die by Itachi's hands!
If nothing unexpected happened, it wouldn't be long before that old bastard Shimura Danzo came to gouge out his eyes.
And according to the plot in his memory, when the entire Uchiha clan was resurrected later, not a single clan member would be revived.
This meant that the bodies of the entire Uchiha clan would either be completely incinerated or transformed into 10086 pieces in a laboratory! The kind where you couldn't even find a single piece!
"Don't panic! Calm down… Since I still have consciousness, there must be a way, there must be!"
Uchiha Feiyun suppressed his fear and continued to try various methods.
Up, up, soul out of body!
Failure… mental control, move hands, move feet… still failure.
Damn it!
Phew… Calm down!
Intent… soul?
That's right! First, let's see where my mental power is!
Thinking this, Uchiha Feiyun calmed his mind, his mental power returning to tranquility, slowly sinking down and retracting into his body.
Sure enough, he made a new discovery. It turned out that his mental power was in his mind, like a transparent energy field.
At this moment, everything seemed clear… He no longer tried to use his brain to control his body, because not only was his body dead, but his brain was also dead!
Feiyun tried many times and finally managed to mobilize his mental power.
The young man lying motionless on the ground suddenly moved his finger… Although he could slightly control his body to move, he wasn't happy at all.
"It's no good! With such a clumsy body, even if I can walk, I can't escape at all."
"What should I do?"
Just then, Feiyun's mental power surged through his severed neck, and something miraculous happened… The wound on his neck actually healed quite a bit!
So, he quickly concentrated his mental power on his neck.
Sure enough, the wound quickly closed and healed, cells regenerated, connected, and linked… Uchiha Feiyun slowly crawled out of the pool of blood, kneeling on the ground: "How do I escape now? If I'm discovered, I'll still die!"
He frowned and thought for a while, but he really couldn't think of a way to escape from the clan grounds and Konoha.
He knew without a doubt that for such a large project, how could Konoha not take corresponding actions?
He feared that the entire Uchiha clan grounds were being monitored by Anbu personnel!
Not to mention those terrifying powerhouses, even an ordinary Anbu ninja was not something Uchiha Feiyun could handle!
"I can only play dead and see what happens."
He gouged out the Sharingan from the surrounding clan members, and then cruelly gouged out his own eyes.
He took out a spatial ninjutsu scroll and stored a large bottle of nutrient solution full of Sharingan into it.
Then he cut an incision in his abdomen and carefully hid the scroll inside.
There was no other way; if he didn't do this, his eyes would definitely be taken by others!
After doing all this, Uchiha Feiyun continued to lie down and play dead, tearing open his healed neck again.
Anyway, this body now looked like a dead person, and no one could see anything amiss… Itachi stood in his family courtyard, looking at the warm lamplight filtering through the paper door.
His father, Fugaku, and mother, Uchiha Mikoto, were waiting in the living room.
They knew he would come… As the head of the Uchiha clan, Fugaku had already foreseen this day through his Sharingan.
And tonight, Fugaku had already taken down several of the most troublesome strong members of the clan in advance, fearing that his two sons would die in the turmoil!
"Come in, Itachi," his father's steady voice came from inside the house.
Itachi pushed open the door and saw his parents sitting upright, with two cups of cold tea in front of them.
His mother's eyes were red and swollen, clearly having cried recently.
His father's face was calm, as if he had already accepted the arrangements of fate.
"I gave Sasuke a mission to train in the backyard, and with school detention, he should still be a while before he returns." Fugaku looked directly into his son's eyes, "This way you'll have enough time… to complete your mission."
Mikoto's tears welled up again: "Itachi… my child… why would you…"
"For the peace of the village." Itachi's voice was colder than his own, "The Uchiha rebellion would plunge Konoha into civil war, giving other ninja villages an opportunity. I cannot allow that to happen."
Fugaku sighed deeply: "I understand. What promises did Danzo and the Third Hokage give you?"
"Sasuke's life." Itachi answered curtly, "He will live, as the last Uchiha."
Fugaku closed his eyes and slowly nodded: "Do it. But promise me, protect your brother."
The flash of a blade, and the Uchiha clan head and his wife fell into a pool of blood.
Itachi knelt down and gently closed his parents' eyes.
A crack finally appeared on his face, and a tear fell on his father's gradually cooling face.
Gouging out his parents' eyes, Uchiha Itachi hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he used Amaterasu to burn them.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
"I'm home!" Sasuke's cheerful voice came from far away, then closer, "Dad! Mom! I learned my brother's shuriken jutsu today!"
Itachi quickly wiped away his tears, stood up, and turned towards the door.
Seven-year-old Sasuke excitedly pulled open the door, and the smile on his face froze the moment he saw the scene inside.
"Brother… what… what's going on…" Sasuke's voice trembled, and his small body began to shake uncontrollably.
He saw his parents lying in a pool of blood, saw the blood-dripping sword in his brother's hand, and saw those unfamiliar, murderous eyes.
"Sasuke." Itachi's voice was cruelly inhuman, "You are too weak."
Sasuke's pupils contracted to pinpoints, his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees: "No… impossible… Dad, Mom… Brother, you…"
"Want to know why?" Itachi's Mangekyo Sharingan began to spin, "Look into my eyes, Sasuke."
A terrifying genjutsu instantly invaded Sasuke's brain.
This genjutsu was too advanced, comparable to being there in person!
He saw his brother slaughtering the entire clan, heard the cries of children, and clearly smelled the strong scent of blood… All the tragedies replayed before his eyes, every detail sickeningly clear.
"Ah—!" Sasuke screamed, clutching his head, tears and snot smearing his entire face.
His world collapsed at this moment; his most admired brother had become his most hated enemy.
Itachi looked down at his collapsing brother, his voice cold: "My foolish little brother, if you want to kill me, then hate me, resent me."
"Run, run… Then live on ignobly, ugly."
"And… when you possess the same eyes as me, then come find me."
With that, Itachi turned and walked towards the door, leaving Sasuke curled up on the ground, sobbing.
"Wait!" Sasuke suddenly looked up, a single tomoe Sharingan appearing in his eyes—under extreme emotional stimulation, he finally awakened the Uchiha bloodline limit.
"I'll kill you! Itachi!"
Sasuke grabbed a kunai from the table and charged at his brother, but Itachi knocked him to the ground with a simple taijutsu move.
The kunai clanged as it fell far away, and Sasuke's face was pressed into his parents' blood.
Itachi sneered: "Come seek revenge on me when you truly become strong."
The blood moon still hung high, and the Uchiha clan grounds were as silent as a graveyard.