"Is that so? The Uchiha Clan has been wiped out."
When Uchiha Hikari said this, her eyes didn't flicker at all, as if the Uchiha Clan had nothing to do with her.
During this time, Aoki Yoru had taken her across the Ninja World; seeing the changes there made her realize it truly wasn't the Sengoku period anymore.
"Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama? I didn't expect such figures to appear in later generations."
Yagami Light smiled slightly upon hearing this: "Of course. Although you are strong, to be blunt, you're nowhere near their level."
Uchiha Hikari suddenly revealed her Three-Tomoe Sharingan and looked at him coldly.
"Have you... seen me in my prime?"
"No, but you might have the chance to witness Uchiha Madara's prime."
"Uchiha Madara? He's still alive?"
Calculating the time, Uchiha Madara should be in his nineties; that counts as a long life in the Ninja World.
Yagami Light showed a mysterious smile, "You'll find out later."
"Can you tell me your purpose now?"
"I'm here to seek your cooperation."
Yagami Light didn't say he wanted her as a subordinate; the current Uchiha Hikari wouldn't settle for being under someone else.
"I've founded a cult in the Land of Birds..."
After a long while, Yagami Light finally finished explaining his goals, but he only mentioned wanting to start a peasant uprising, not breathing a word about his true purpose for founding the Evil God Cult.
In his own words, he, Yagami Light, was a sage who "establishes the heart for heaven and earth, secures the life of the people, continues the lost teachings of past sages, and brings peace for all generations."
"Is that so? A very grand dream."
Uchiha Hikari spoke indifferently; she didn't believe a single word Yagami Light said. He gave her the same feeling as those Uchiha Clan elders, reeking of various schemes.
"However, I agree. This Ninja World is as terrible as ever; a cleaning wouldn't be bad."
As she spoke, a ferocious smile appeared on her face.
Yagami Light wasn't at all surprised by her decision; the current Uchiha Hikari was extremely frustrated and needed an outlet.
The Evil God Cult's actions, which almost subverted the order of the Ninja World, happened to meet her requirements.
Evil God Cult Headquarters.
As the cult leader, Zhang Jiao was currently holding a black notebook, his whole body trembling with excitement.
Just now, the Lord Evil God had appeared in his dream and bestowed two things upon him.
One was the Power of the Evil God. The Lord Evil God said he had planted an Evil God Seed within him, so he could now fight against those Ninjas himself.
Then, he discovered a surge of red Chakra emerging from his body. This feeling was wonderful; now, taking on a hundred or even a thousand enemies was no problem at all.
The other was the death note. As long as he obtained the enemy's blood and dripped it into the notebook, their life and death would be entirely under his control.
"As expected of the Lord Evil God, truly powerful."
Zhang Jiao was incredibly excited; his evolution could now begin to advance.
He was originally a personal soldier under the Great Teacher during the Great Han period, raised by the Great Teacher since childhood.
Later, he followed the Great Teacher in launching an uprising, but unfortunately, it failed at the last moment.
Fortunately, he was favored by the Lord Evil God and brought to this magical world.
This world wasn't like the unremarkable world of the Great Han; there was a magical thing called Chakra that could spit fire and spray water.
If this were in the Han Dynasty, they would definitely be seen as immortals, and even the Emperor would have to treat them with the utmost respect as honored guests.
He had read storybooks; those chosen by heaven to come to another world were the darlings of heaven, destined to save a world in crisis.
The commoners of this world suffered just as much as those in the Great Han, so he changed his name to Zhang Jiao, vowing to let the name of the Great Teacher continue to be passed down through the ages in this otherworldly realm.
He was a son of heaven, sent to save this world of suffering.
If Yagami Light knew his inner thoughts, he would have doubled over laughing.
As expected, every transmigrator has a mysterious self-confidence, believing themselves to be the protagonist of the world.
The so-called Evil God Seed was nothing more than a horn from the Eight-Tails.
This man Zhang Jiao had ordinary talent; even if he had studied Ninjutsu since childhood, he would be a Chunin at most.
Now that the Eight-Tails' horn was sealed within him, he could at least exchange a few blows with an Elite Jonin.
Evil God Cult Base.
At this time, most of the cult's high-ranking members and devout followers were gathered inside.
These were the backbone of the Evil God Cult, not like the peasants outside who would believe in whoever could feed them.
Zhang Jiao slowly stood up, holding a black notebook with both hands.
"Everyone, this is a divine artifact bestowed by the Lord Evil God, a reward for our devout service during this time."
"This artifact can ignore distance and directly curse an opponent to death."
"If you have any enemies in the future, you can bring their blood here and use the divine artifact to take your revenge."
Zhang Jiao didn't directly state the conditions for using the death note; after all, the fewer people who knew about such things, the better.
However, since blood was a necessity, he had no choice but to make it public.
Then he shouted loudly, "Bring the person out."
Immediately, a fat man weighing nearly two hundred pounds was brought up tied up, gagged and making muffled "wuwu" noises.
"Everyone, this fellow is the City Lord of Vulture City, a perpetrator of all kinds of evil. Now, I will use him to demonstrate the power of the divine artifact."
Then, Zhang Jiao used a needle to take a drop of his blood and dripped it onto the death note.
"Watch closely, now is the moment of his judgment. First, a hole in his right leg."
Instantly, the fat noble's right leg seemed to be pierced by something, and blood flowed freely. He whimpered in pain, tears streaming down his face.
Next, Zhang Jiao continued to demonstrate the functions of the death note, and finally, the noble was tortured to death, without a single patch of healthy skin left on his body.
The eyes of the followers below slowly lit up, and their expressions became increasingly fanatical.
Undoubtedly, it was the great power of the Lord Evil God.
"Lord Evil God, with literary grace and martial virtue, through thousands of autumns and tens of thousands of years, shall unify the Ninja World."
The followers below, faces filled with fanaticism, repeatedly chanted that slogan. The voices went from scattered to rhythmic, from low murmurs to roars, finally merging into a deafening tide.
At this time, Yagami Light, who was refining the Evil God's energy, suddenly discovered that the faith had become a bit more intense.
A few months later.
Yagami Light, who was concentrating on refining the Evil God's energy, was interrupted by Uchiha Hikari.
"The Evil God Cult has already taken over half of the Land of Birds, but I've discovered that some spies have recently appeared at the cult's headquarters."
"After interrogation via Genjutsu, I found they are spies from the major nations. Furthermore, the guards of the Daimyo of the Land of Earth and the Daimyo of the Land of Wind are coming to suppress us."
Yagami Light was stunned for a moment after hearing this. Was a mere Land of Birds worth it?
It's not that small nations in the Ninja World have not been subverted before, but I've never seen the major nations intervene, let alone all five major nations acting together.
Then, Yagami Light seemed to think of something and slapped his head. "Is it the Land Reform and the trials of the nobles?"
Only this would touch their sensitive nerves; after all, this was striking at their very roots.
Even Uchiha Madara, who wanted to launch the Infinite Tsukuyomi, didn't make them jump like this.
After all, the Infinite Tsukuyomi seemed like a pipe dream no matter how you looked at it, whereas what Yagami Light was doing in the Land of Birds gave them a deep chill.
This trend of thought must absolutely not be allowed to spread; it must be extinguished immediately.