At this moment, Genki had completely sunk into despair from the tragic deaths of his mother and sister.
His consciousness floated in darkness, his rationality had collapsed, and all that remained was the most primitive suffering and resentment. It was precisely this extreme emotion that became the key to awakening the terrifying eye power that had been sleeping within his body all along.
In a state of incomplete consciousness, his body spontaneously triggered two forbidden eye techniques capable of overturning the ninja world!
*WUUUNG!*
A heavy hum echoed between heaven and earth. With Genki as its center, a domain black as thick ink instantly spread.
Wherever the domain passed, the air seemed to be sucked away completely. The night that was previously reddish became even more dense. A bone-piercing cold replaced the fierce night wind, and twisted underworld patterns flowed at the domain's edges, as if the gates of Yomi hell were slowly opening.
This was Magatsumi's Yomi Hell, which in the blink of an eye completely enveloped the entire clan territory!
The next second, a horrifying scene appeared—the souls of clan members just killed by Itachi and not yet vanished, as if grasped by invisible giant hands. One by one they let out heart-wrenching screams, their pale blue spirit bodies forcibly pulled and twisted amid tremendous struggle.
Their resistance was futile. In the end, they all transformed into beams of light continuously sucked into the depths of the Yomi Domain, becoming nutrients for this terrifying domain.
"What... kind of eye technique is this?!"
Not far away, Itachi's pupils contracted to the size of needle points. His blood-red Mangekyō Sharingan spun violently, his eyes filled with extraordinary horror.
He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in that domain—power capable of devouring souls. It was forbidden power far beyond his knowledge, making his hair stand on end. An extremely ominous premonition, like a cold venomous snake, instantly coiled around his heart and made his breathing feel constricted.
He would not let this power continue spreading!
"Amaterasu!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Itachi shouted loudly.
The burning sensation in his eyes from continuously triggering eye techniques felt like boiling oil poured onto fire. That pain made the veins on his forehead protrude, yet he didn't even furrow his brows.
Amaterasu flames black as thick ink spurted from his eyes, carrying extreme temperature capable of incinerating everything. The flames shot out like black fire serpents, sweeping madly toward Genki's position.
However, just as Amaterasu was about to touch Genki, a giant black shadow suddenly erupted from within his body, like a sky curtain falling, instantly enveloping his entire being inside.
This shadow, driven by the power of despair, solidified into reality at a speed visible to the naked eye—a giant skeleton dozens of meters tall. Its bones were pitch black like dark iron, its surface shrouded in thick black mist. Each section of its bones radiated suffocating pressure; just standing there alone already made the surrounding space ripple.
*HISSS—HISSS—*
The Amaterasu flames struck the black skeleton hard, releasing an ear-splitting burning sound. The black flames licked wildly at those bones, yet still couldn't penetrate the defense of that black mist layer.
Several moments later, the blazing Amaterasu flames actually lost their energy, dimming bit by bit until finally completely extinguishing.
At the same time, Itachi looked up sharply, his gaze locked on the sky, and the horror on his face intensified—thousands of pale blue spirit figures were wildly shooting out from every corner of the clan territory.
Some of them carried fear from death's arrival, some carried remnants of battle ferocity, but now they had all lost independent consciousness. Like iron filings drawn by a magnet, they madly converged toward Genki!
These were the souls of thousands of clan members he had slaughtered with his own hands!
These spirits gathered behind Genki, forming an extremely vast, dense, endless ocean of souls as far as the eye could see. Their gazes were empty, their facial expressions had been plundered; clearly their memories and consciousness had been completely devoured by Magatsumi's power, leaving only empty shells that could be commanded at will.
"AAAAGH—!!!"
The next second, an agonized scream exploded from Genki's throat. His voice was hoarse like a broken gong, carrying extreme suffering that echoed wildly through the silent clan territory, making anyone who heard it shudder.
He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his nails digging deep into his scalp. Blood flowed between his fingers, soaking his cheeks.
The memories of thousands of clan members flooded his brain like a burst dam!
A small child's desperate cry as their body was pierced by kunai, an elderly person's tenacious resistance to protect their grandchild, clan members' hatred and confusion toward him before death, down to warm daily memories—jokes at the alley's end, laughter at the dinner table, Hazuki's gentle advice, candy given by Izumi...
These memories weren't merely image shadows, but carried the most real texture and emotions!
He could clearly feel the warmth of the child's body, the thickness of the elderly person's blood, the coldness from clan members' hatred, and the brief warmth from beautiful memories. However, that warmth was instantly replaced by pain from tragic death. Two extreme emotions collided violently in his brain, nearly tearing his consciousness into fragments!
"Get out—!! Don't—!! All of you get out of here—!! AAAAGH—!!!"
He roared madly, his body falling to the ground uncontrollably, rolling and struggling violently like an injured wild dog.
His limbs kicked and clawed randomly, leaving horrifying scratch marks on the stone pavement. His throat released pitiful groans, tears mixed with blood flowed from his eye sockets, forming red pools on the ground.
Despair, pain, hatred, resentment... countless negative emotions entwined his soul like poisonous vines, tearing apart and destroying his soul bit by bit.
However, he couldn't die—once Okuninushi's power was triggered, it couldn't be stopped!
The souls already gathered by Magatsumi, the moment they entered the domain, were forcibly devoured by Okuninushi's power activated simultaneously, flowing endlessly into his body.
Along with this extreme suffering, indescribable tremendous power also flowed in!
The chakra from thousands of clan members like an overflowing river, rampaged madly within his body.
Pure soul power continuously nourished his shattered soul, yet this also made his pain even more real.
And the Sharingan eye power from all those clan members, like points of starlight, converged into a terrifying mighty current, striking his eye meridians!