Chapter 56: Ultimate Forbidden Technique! Izanami!
"Ming Lei, your end is already fated."
Lin Sheng stepped forward slowly, his blood-red pupils becoming increasingly terrifying in Ming Lei's vision.
Nether Thunder Douluo fell to his knees.
His wrinkled old face twisted violently in fear, his pair of hollow eyes staring fixedly at Lin Sheng.
Though the thousand cuts in the Tsukuyomi illusion had lasted only an instant, they had already ground away most of his will.
"You... what exactly did you do to me?"
Nether Thunder Douluo's voice was hoarse, carrying the panic of one facing their end.
Lin Sheng walked toward him expressionlessly.
The Mangekyo Sharingan in his left eye had transformed into an even deeper blood-red at some point—a sign that the forbidden pupillary power was about to go berserk!!
"Ming Lei, I said I would let you reach your end amidst endless despair."
Lin Sheng's voice was ethereal and cruel.
"In the instant I unleashed Tsukuyomi, I used this left eye to record every moment that occurred between us—your struggles, your roars, every inch of your wounds."
"And the contraction of your pupils at the moment of your death; every node has been engraved within the pupillary power. Now, the loop begins!"
Lin Sheng sneered.
He had planned for this long ago.
Recording the node of death, recreating it with a Pupillary Technique, completing the node's recurrence, and looping it over and over!
Forming a closed loop!
This was his choice for killing Ming Lei—or rather, for truly liberating the hatred in his heart.
To make him suffer a tragic death in an endless Reincarnation.
"The ultimate Sharingan forbidden technique, Izanami!"
With a low shout from Lin Sheng,
A ripple of the Law of Causality, transcending time and space, suddenly burst forth!
Nether Thunder Douluo felt the scene before him blur.
In the next second, he found himself back to three minutes ago...
Once again feeling Du Busi's pressure like Mount Tai pressing down, once again hearing Lin Sheng's cold declaration, once again feeling that long blade pierce his abdomen...
"No! This is impossible! I clearly already..."
Nether Thunder Douluo frantically tried to resist.
But no matter how he changed his movements, whether he chose self-detonation or to beg for mercy, the threads of fate would always forcibly drag him back to that specific starting point!
Every death was real!
Every bit of pain was cumulative; he repeatedly died, was revived, and died again within the same three minutes.
At this point, the ring of destiny was completely closed.
...
The blood-red vision of the Sharingan receded like a tide, and silence returned to the valley.
"..."
Lin Sheng's body swayed slightly as the golden spirit power fluctuations around him rapidly withered away.
He took a deep breath.
His left hand instinctively covered the left side of his face, blood gurgling down between his fingers.
"Lin Sheng!"
Du Busi had long since snapped out of his shock, appearing by Lin Sheng's side in a flash.
He reached out his large hand to steady his Disciple's shoulder.
Just as he was about to transfer spirit power, he was struck as if by lightning the moment he saw Lin Sheng's face clearly.
Lin Sheng's blood-red left eye, which had originally displayed the eerie Mangekyo Sharingan, had now turned into a deathly silent grayish-white!
"Your... your eye..."
No luster, no focus.
Like a withered stone weathered by time, it had completely lost the rhythm of light.
"Your eye... what happened to your eye?!"
Du Busi let out a low roar, his eyes turning red.
As the Sect Master of the Body Sect...
He knew better than anyone what damage to a Body Martial Soul meant!
This wasn't just a disability; it was the collapse of one's cultivation Foundation!
Lin Sheng leaned weakly against Du Busi's thick arm, a relieved smile actually curling at the corners of his mouth.
"Teacher, don't worry."
"What kind of ghost Move was that? Was it worth trading this eye for?!"
Du Busi gritted his teeth.
He wished he could charge into that void illusion right now, drag Ming Lei out, and kill him ten thousand more times!
"That is a forbidden technique that decides fate."
Lin Sheng explained softly; though his voice was weak, it carried the satisfaction of having exacted a great vengeance.
"This technique can trap an opponent in an infinite loop until they recognize and accept their own sins."
"It is a judgment that transcends will, ignoring Rank and having no cure. And the price... is the eternal blindness of the eye that cast it."
Du Busi's hand trembled slightly.
He looked at that grayish-white left eye, his voice somewhat choked...
"Is it worth it? For a piece of trash like this, to destroy the Foundation of your path to the Divine Altar..."
"It's worth it."
Lin Sheng looked up; though he could only see with his right eye, the fire within it had never been so intense.
"I use this technique to bury my Heart Demon and console those aunts and uncles who vanished in the flames; this is the true meaning of my cultivation."
"If I cannot personally sever this sea of blood-debt and hatred, what use do I have for this world-shaking cultivation?"
He paused, his tone becoming a bit more firm.
"Furthermore, Teacher, the Body Martial Soul changes with the heart. Today's blindness might be for the sake of emerging from the cocoon as a butterfly in the future."
"Trust me, I have a way... perhaps light can be restored."
...
Across from them, Nether Thunder Douluo still maintained his kneeling posture, like a withered corpse.
"..."
In the eyes of an ordinary person, he had only stood dazed for a dozen seconds.
But within his Divine Sense, he had already experienced tens of thousands of tragic deaths.
During that long Reincarnation,
His arrogance, his evil nature, and his Soul were crushed over and over again.
Finally...
When he saw Lin Sheng approaching with a blade for the millionth time, he gave up resisting.
"I... was wrong..."
In the instant he recognized his sins, Izanami's Death Loop abruptly collapsed.
Nether Thunder Douluo's Divine Sense returned to reality.
But his originally powerful vitality had already completely withered away under the endless psychological torture.
Thud...
His eyes lost their last trace of luster, and his body slumped limply to the side.
This Titled Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult, who had committed countless evils, was...
...literally strangled to death by his own Heart Demon, without any external injuries.
"Finally... it's over."
Lin Sheng looked at the fallen corpse, a faint murmur escaping his lips.
"Aunts and uncles... I have avenged you."
"But, it's not enough!"
Lin Sheng gritted his teeth; there wasn't just one enemy!
To soothe Du Busi, who was nearly going berserk, Lin Sheng took a deep breath and slowly raised his right hand.
"Teacher, look."
With a faint flow of spirit power, the originally closed crack on Lin Sheng's forehead slowly opened, and a dark red Three-Tomoe Sharingan quietly gazed at the world.
"Triple-eye Resonance; though I have lost one, a residual fire still remains."
Lin Sheng said softly.
"In the future, through the transplantation and Fusion of Pupillary Origins, my left eye can still be restored without damaging the cultivation Foundation. Please rest easy."
Du Busi let out a long sigh.
He knew that this Disciple's Heart-Nature was already as hard as iron and didn't need his pity at all.
"Alright."
"As long as it hasn't damaged your cultivation Foundation..."
And at that moment, a powerful aura was rapidly approaching.
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