Obito curled his lips and spoke in a casual tone.
"I'll be waiting for you outside, Tsukine."
With that, his figure flickered and instantly vanished from Takamagahara.
Obito already considered this starship his personal property.
Naturally, he had no intention of letting the upcoming battle damage his precious vessel.
Tsukine let out a furious roar and also appeared in the void.
Without wasting any words, the two clashed instantly.
Terrifying techniques of all kinds rained down on each other, as if chakra was an afterthought.
...
At this moment, Takamagahara's weapon systems were already overloaded.
In the distance, several Ōtsutsuki had begun returning.
"What the hell just happened... That is—!"
The first to return, Urashiki, widened his eyes in shock.
"Isshiki is fighting Tsukine-sama? And they're evenly matched?!"
Momoshiki appeared beside Urashiki, solemnly twirling his fan.
"Could it be that the anomaly in the starship earlier was caused by that bastard Isshiki?!"
(Obito: The hell are you talking about? I'm not some cheap ghost story character.)
Behind them, Ōtsutsuki Kōshiki had also arrived.
Ranked twenty-first in the clan, he had narrowly escaped death.
His expression was filled with disbelief.
"How is this possible? Isshiki just completed his reincarnation—how can he be this strong?!"
No one had an answer for him.
One of the Ōtsutsuki spoke gravely.
"Should we go assist Tsukine-sama?"
Kōshiki sneered.
"Assist? With our current strength, we'd just be throwing our lives away."
The battle between Tsukine and Obito had already surpassed their comprehension.
The space around them was riddled with gaping wounds, unable to heal before being torn apart again—hundreds, thousands of times in the blink of an eye.
The very fabric of cause and effect around them twisted chaotically, origins forming and dissolving in an endless cycle.
Anyone who dared interfere would be erased at the fundamental level of existence.
No, perhaps some had already tried.
They were simply wiped from reality, leaving no memory of their existence.
...
Momoshiki suddenly closed his fan, his sharp gaze landing on Kaguya.
"Woman, Isshiki was your partner. There's no way you know nothing about the secrets he carries."
Kaguya blinked her large, watery eyes, looking aggrieved.
"But I really don't know anything! Isshiki never told me a thing."
Momoshiki turned to another Ōtsutsuki, one possessing a dōjutsu that could discern truth from lies.
That Ōtsutsuki frowned slightly and nodded.
"My dōjutsu confirms that Kaguya is telling the truth."
Kaguya pitifully nodded along while laughing to herself internally.
'Of course, I'm telling the truth. Isshiki really never told me anything...'
'Because he died thousands of years ago, ehehe~.'
...
With their only lead cut off, the gathered Ōtsutsuki could only continue observing the battle.
Some showed concern, some seethed with hatred, while others watched with cryptic expressions.
Under their varied gazes, something even more shocking occurred.
"Tsukine-sama... is losing?!"
...
At the center of the battlefield.
Obito sent Tsukine flying with a strike, then smirked.
"Not bad. You actually possess six different types of dōjutsu."
"When used together, even someone with a larger chakra reserve than you wouldn't necessarily have the upper hand."
'But unfortunately, you ran into me—the guy with 220 different dōjutsu.'
Tsukine's expression darkened.
In their exchange just now, he had been completely overpowered!
With an inexhaustible chakra supply, the one with more dōjutsu had the overwhelming advantage.
It was only thanks to his vast combat experience and mastery of his six dōjutsu that he had lasted this long.
Any lesser Ōtsutsuki would have been obliterated already.
"How did you acquire so many dōjutsu? Could it be... you also obtained the 'Heavenly Evolution'—impossible!"
Tsukine first voiced his suspicion but immediately dismissed it.
Obito rubbed his chin and chuckled with interest.
"So, the so-called 'Heavenly Evolution' really does contain a great secret."
"Tell me, is your stockpile of chakra fruits also related to it?"
Tsukine fell silent, analyzing the situation.
At this rate, he would inevitably lose. Victory was out of reach.
'In that case, I'll have to gamble everything!' he thought, gritting his teeth.
...
"Since you're so desperate to know, then I shall grant your wish!"
A ruthless glint flashed in Tsukine's eyes as he detonated a seal that had been passed down for millennia.
"Ching!"
A brilliant sword light, incomprehensible even to Tsukine and Obito, erupted forth, reflecting in everyone's eyes.
It was as if a blade had been drawn from another world, carving open a fissure between dimensions.
A figure clad in white robes stepped through the rift.
His eyes shimmered with the passage of suns, moons, and stars, and the very laws of existence wove around him in an endless dance.
At a mere glance, the gathered Ōtsutsuki felt their minds reel and their thoughts momentarily freeze.
'...So strong!' Obito gulped.
'Tsukine actually managed to summon such a powerhouse—this is bad, really bad!'
His instincts screamed that if this being willed it, he could end Obito's life with a mere thought.
Tsukine bowed deeply, his voice solemn and reverent.
"Welcome, Supreme Immortal of Heavenly Evolution!"
The figure furrowed his brows, forming a hand seal as he looked at Tsukine with confusion.
"Only thirty thousand years have passed in this world... Have you completed the mission our sect entrusted to you?"
A white glow flashed in Tsukine's eyes.
In the next moment—
Over a thousand resplendent chakra fruits materialized, gleaming in the void.
"So many chakra fruits..."
Many Ōtsutsuki looked on with greed.
Were it not for the presence of the Immortal and Tsukine's power, they might have already pounced to seize them.
Yet, instead of delight, the Immortal let out a cold snort.
"Hmph! Where's the other half?"
Instantly, an indescribable pressure descended upon the battlefield, suffocating all present.
"Did I not say that until you fulfill your quota, you are not to summon me?"
The Immortal's voice turned cold. "Did you take my words as mere wind in your ears?!"
Tsukine hastily pointed at Obito, his voice filled with fear.
"Supreme Immortal, it's him! He obstructed my collection of the fruits and threatened your great plan."
"I had no choice but to summon you—please, forgive me!"
Tsukine's groveling astonished many Ōtsutsuki.
But soon, some sneered in amusement.
If even Tsukine submitted to this figure, then dealing with Isshiki would be a mere flick of the wrist.
"Hmm?"
The Immortal turned his gaze to Obito.
'Oh, shit. I'm screwed!'
Obito felt cold sweat soak his clothes.
He had never been this close to death before!
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