The moment he was locked onto by that terrifying presence, Obito's very soul began to tremble. He couldn't muster even a shred of resistance.
"Damn it... the gap is too vast!" Obito roared internally.
"Our strengths aren't even in the same dimension!"
Seeing this, Tsukine and most of the present Ōtsutsuki displayed knowing sneers.
"The Immortal himself has taken action. Isshiki, let's see how you turn this around now."
But just as Tsukine entertained that thought, the mysterious figure suddenly let out a soft "Oh?" and revealed an intrigued expression.
"This little one's soul doesn't seem to belong to this world..."
"And he carries the power of another high-ranked (S-Class) world within him."
"Interesting... truly interesting. Let me take a closer look..." the figure murmured.
In the next moment, his eyes shone brilliantly, as if containing a blazing star.
Mysterious laws quietly surged, and the river of time began to flow in reverse.
Obito's past and future unfolded before the figure's gaze like an endless tapestry.
"Oh? This boy's soul actually originates from a Primordial World under my 'Aetherion' domain?"
The figure was slightly surprised to discover that this young man before him was somewhat connected to him.
The high-ranked world known as "Aetherion" governed countless mid-ranked, low-ranked, and primordial worlds.
And Obito's soul came from one such primordial world under Aetherion's jurisdiction.
At that moment, the figure found Obito much more pleasing to the eye.
At the very least, in this world, Obito was the only one he didn't find repulsive.
"Heh... so it's those 'Order' world bastards..."
"Detecting anomalies in this world, and then using this boy as a medium to plunder the world's essence? That does seem like their usual methods."
After reading through Obito's past, the figure then turned his gaze toward Obito's future.
"Hmm? This boy's future is quite intriguing. If that's the case..."
Abruptly, the figure withdrew his gaze from Obito.
Obito instantly felt his body lighten, as if he had just escaped from the depths of hell.
"Huff... huff..." He gasped heavily, deeply puzzled.
"What's going on? Why didn't he kill me?"
He wasn't the only one confused—Tsukine was equally baffled.
"Why is the Immortal just staring instead of acting?!"
For some reason, an ominous feeling crept into Tsukine's heart.
In the next instant, the figure's gaze fell upon him, carrying an unmistakable displeasure.
"How dare you, ignorant savage. Do you take me for your personal executioner? Are you trying to instruct me on what to do?"
Tsukine's face turned ashen as he stammered in panic.
"Immortal, you've misunderstood! I wouldn't dare—"
But before he could finish, the figure cut him off coldly.
"I once bestowed enlightenment upon your kind, reshaped your bodies, and granted you divine elixirs..."
"Yet you can't even handle such a trivial task? Do you expect me to clean up your mess? What use do I have for you?"
"Do you have any idea how much it cost me to descend into this world just because of your incompetence?"
The figure's voice, infused with divine might, thundered like rolling heavens, relentlessly breaking down Tsukine's mental defenses.
"Immortal, I... I..."
Glancing at the trembling Tsukine, the figure then turned toward the bewildered Obito and thought to himself:
(Little one, this is all the help I can offer you. Whether you can seize this opportunity to reach the future I glimpsed—that will depend on your own fortune.)
He flicked his fingers, sending two glowing sigils into the air.
One landed on Tsukine, while the other embedded itself in Obito.
With his hands behind his back, the figure spoke indifferently.
"I care not for the process—only the results. Whoever completes our sect's mission will be deemed worthy in my eyes."
Tsukine seemed to grasp the implications, his arms trembling as he cried out,
"Immortal, I have served you loyally for so many years! How can you do this to me?"
The figure cast him a cold, disdainful glance, his eyes filled with contempt.
"The fact that I have spared your life is already the greatest mercy I can grant you. You should reflect on that."
With that, the figure turned his gaze to Obito one last time, his expression unreadable.
"Whichever of you gathers the remaining thousand divine elixirs shall be admitted as an outer disciple of my Sect."
"That is all. I expect this kind of situation to never happen again. Otherwise... there will be no mercy!"
...
Obito's eyes flashed with a strange glint.
(Is it just my imagination, or did this otherworldly powerhouse deliberately favor me? Well, either way, it's a good thing!)
(Tsukine, you'll soon learn what it means to lift a rock only to crush your own foot!)
Obito bowed respectfully.
"Rest assured. I will complete this mission!"
The figure let out an almost imperceptible chuckle but said nothing more.
"Go!"
He stepped onto his sword, crossing the void and vanishing back into his own world.
As he departed, the spatial rift gradually sealed...
Tsukine stood there, utterly devastated.
He had spent his entire life striving to ascend to an S-Class world and join the Sect.
But now, that dream was shattered...
Seeing the despair on Tsukine's face, Obito smirked coldly.
"Tsukine, it seems fate favors me."
"Don't worry—once I become an outer disciple of the Sect, I will always remember your kindness."
...
The 'Order' World
In a technologically advanced hall, everything exuded an air of mystery.
Sophisticated instruments and high-tech devices filled the space, their level of advancement surpassing most worlds by several eras.
At the center stood a massive, crystalline screen, displaying countless tiny light points.
Each dot represented a world.
This screen encompassed all theoretical and finite possible worlds.
It contained all that existed—and all that could exist.
This was the Heaven's Eye System, the monitoring tool of the Order world, used to oversee the myriad realms.
It could identify anomalies and predict a world's future trajectory.
At that moment, an unusual fluctuation caught the attention of a monitoring officer.
He immediately reported it to his superior.
"Sir, Mid-Class World B-103629 has shown signs of interference—potential involvement from another high-ranked world."
The supervisor nodded, accessing the database.
After a brief moment, he spoke.
"That world has already been harvested. To avoid unnecessary conflicts, remove it from the Heaven's Eye System."
"Understood, sir."
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