The oil lamp burned silently.

The dim candlelight releases heat and light.

But.

Nagarjuna can no longer see any colors.

The hollow eye sockets were like bottomless hell, the red bloodline slid from the corners of the eyes, and the pain was like a tide, tirelessly impacting his brain. The string called consciousness was tensed to the extreme, resisting the impact of pain and preventing his consciousness from falling into the abyss.

Nagarjuna's eyes were packed in a glass jar.

Yuehu's eyes were taken out of the glass jar and carefully placed them into the hell-like empty eye socket.

pain!!!

The pain like needle prick!!!

The pain like burning!!!

The nerves in the eyes were pierced by tens of millions of cow-haired needles, over and over again, endlessly, and as if they were tortured on a red-hot soldering iron. The high temperature that could melt steel burned the nerves of the eyeballs. His mind even had a faint hallucination of "sizzling" fried steak, as if the eyeballs were slowly melting like butter.

The power is running wildly.

Two very different light forces conflict with each other.

It was like the collision of ice and fire, and a wonderful song of competition was played.

The ocular nerve is a branch of the trigeminal nerve, which is the sensory nerve and is the thinnest of the trigeminal nerve. A slight touch can produce a certain amount of pain. Now the two forces have started a battle in the eyes, which is equivalent to sprinkling lime in his eyes and washing it with clean water...

"If it were me before, I'd probably be broken long ago..."

In this purgatory-like pain, he forced himself to hold on and maintain his consciousness tower without being defeated by the painful tide.

He recalled the pain he had suffered over the past sixteen years.

He started running around the battlefield at the age of five, and fought again and again in danger. He suffered many injuries and was seriously injured many times struggling and wandering on the brink of death.

Pain has long been a part of him.

Therefore, he had enough confidence to perform this operation without anesthesia.

"Woooooooooooooo~~~"

The mouth was stretched open by the mouth opener, and the tongue twitched desperately in the mouth, but it could not make a complete sound. Only an uncontrollable roar was revealed from the wide open mouth.

"The reaction after the operation is fierce. Press and hold me down, and I will use the Palm Fairy Art."

The shadow clone of the main swordsman issued a very calm order. The three shadow clones used all their strength to press Nagarjuna's hands, feet and head on the operating table, and did not dare to use a restraint belt. Only the dinosaur tree fainted and the shadow clone disappeared, which really confirmed the idiom of self-binding and becoming a ridiculous story.

The struggling Nagarjuna was held down.

The shadow clone of the main swordsman was hung with his hands above Nagarjuna's eyes three centimeters.

The light green sun-dump chakra covered her eyes.

The third kind of force intervenes.

The life activity brought by Yang Dun Chakra nourishes the eyeballs that have been soaked in nutrient solution for a long time. The scarlet eyeballs have become more intense. The three black magmas have slowly decreased. The eyeballs with the assistance of the new force began to release their power steadily, and started a even tug-of-war with the native power remaining in the eye sockets.

Conflict is not the only result.

Conflict is a way of fusion.

The two light forces collided and intertwined each other, just like two different metals melting in high temperatures, constantly trial and error in countless conflicts, and built on hundreds of failures. Finally, they found a way of balance, mixed and blended according to a certain proportion, and gradually stabilized.

Next, it's natural—

The third kind of light power was born.

As tender as the buds of young children.

However, it perfectly inherited two different characteristics of the power of the power, and used the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power of the power

Evolved from a fish to a dragon.

This is a change like a sky.

No, not right—

To be precise, this is not evolution, this is attraction.

Yes,

This is attraction, not evolution.

The so-called eternal Maneidoscope Sharingan is just a search for the power that the ancestors originally possessed, which was originally possessed without the second kind of power to supplement it.

As the wave of pain was washed away, Nagarjuna clearly felt the change in his eyes. The new light force was as weak as a bonfire sandwiched between two erupting volcanoes. However, in his perception, this bonfire was brighter, sacred and magnificent than the two erupting volcanoes.

The huge amount of quantity is not enough to conceal the "quality" shining of this bonfire.

It is like a ray of morning light at dawn, enough to cut through the darkness and bring light.

A small, but indestructible fire, like the fire of gods that exists only in mythology.

It is devouring two other two kinds of powers and strengthening itself.

It is so strange, yet so familiar.

It exists in every Uchiha's bloodline, buried deep in the "eye", and is buried by impurities accumulated over thousands of years.

And today, Nagarjuna opened the long-clogged door again.

Opening up the path that connects ancient forces that existed in the age of mythology.

"Finally... it's successful!"

A hint of joy in my mind could not help but appear.

Even the tide of pain cannot obliterate this refreshing spirit.

The seeds have been planted, hidden deep underground, trying to absorb nutrients, waiting for a day to break through the ground and see the light again... And that day is not far away, he can feel the new light force is eroding the old two light forces. When the swallowing is over, it will be the time when the eternal Maneidoscope Sharingan is born again.

“···································"

"Come here to help... Come on, move to bed..."

The most painful period passed, the pain of needle piercing gradually weakened, and Nagarjuna's expression gradually calmed down.

The shadow clones moved Nagarjuna to the bed, cleaned the operating table, and put it away. Nagarjuna's own eyeballs that he had replaced were sealed in the scroll, and they hid them in close proximity... A series of finishing work was proceeding in an orderly manner.

It was not until the chakra was exhausted that the shadow clones were destroyed and disappeared one after another.

The feeling of fatigue is fed back to Nagarjuna's true nature.

“Um~~~”

He let out a weary moan.

The pain gradually weakened again, and the feeling of fatigue rose like a tsunami, flooding the tower of consciousness. The fatigue that the shadow clones reported was the last straw that overwhelmed the camel. The tower of consciousness collapsed, and Nagarjuna finally fell asleep on the bed, immersed in the sleep of death.

The stone chamber was pitch black.

Quiet and quiet.
Chapter completed!