A rumble like thunder cracked across the desert plain.
Reizan floated above the darkened sky, his white-gold Golden Byakugan gleaming. The cloak of truth-seeking armor around him flickered slightly in the pressure — not from fear, but in response to the magnitude of presence before him.
"So... a million now, with seven commanders nearly at Grandmaster level (psuedo six paths) ? Interesting."His voice echoed calmly, laced with the venom of amusement.
Below him, the battlefield transformed into a seething storm of energy and bloodlust. Crystalline-armored Lizardmen filled the horizon — a million strong. They spanned colors of obsidian, silver, magma-red, and sea-green, each variation denoting elemental mastery: Earth, Ice, Lava, and Wind. Their collective power churned the air so violently that mountains in the distance began crumbling just from the atmospheric turbulence.
But Reizan? Untouched.
"If this horde was dropped on the ninja world, not even Sage of Six Paths and every tailed beast combined could stop their destruction."
Suddenly, the seven Elite Generals appeared. Each one stood nearly four meters tall, bearing massive elemental weapons, glimmering crystalline scale armor, and a divine presence—yet still bound within the Master stage.
But Reizan's golden gaze swept over them, unshaken.
"Your presence is worthy… but ultimately meaningless."
"Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion…"
He raised his right hand to the sky, and a golden light burst from one of the floating Truth-Seeking Balls behind him. It elongated and compressed, condensing until it took the form of a divine linear chakra light—one that shimmered like a sun collapsed into a sword.
Golden flames flickered from its edge. The winds warped around it. Even space distorted faintly.
"This blade is the will of heaven. Let it judge the unworthy."
The Lizardmen roared and charged. Thousands of flying units soared into the sky. Lava-based Lizardmen began crafting massive magma pillars. The earth shook under a synchronized march of crystal-armored infantry.
But Reizan didn't move from his spot.
With a flick of his hand, Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion ignited.
A single horizontal slash.
Light. Silence. Then devastation.
The entire left flank of the Lizardmen army — over 200,000 warriors — vanished. No screams. No disintegration. Just erasure. A golden line carved the earth, stretching for kilometers, glowing with residual dimensional tears.
The seven Elite Generals halted. Their instincts screamed. One of them — the Storm General — roared and launched a hurricane spear empowered by lightning and gravity. It flew at Reizan at hypersonic speed.
"Sword of Nunoboko."
With a flick of his left wrist, one of the Truth-Seeking Balls elongated, spiraling into a jet-black blade laced with molten-red etchings—a refined version of the Sage's original weapon. The moment it formed, space around the blade groaned.
The hurricane spear barreled toward him at breakneck speed. Reizan dashed—not teleported—his body blurring like a golden-black comet. In the blink of an eye, he met the spear midair, cleaving it apart with a precise slash. The shockwave from the impact shattered clouds and carved a vertical gash in the atmosphere itself.
The Storm General, caught mid-formation, grunted in shock—but the moment cost him. Reizan vanished from sight again, only to reappear directly in front of him midair.
"First mistake: thinking I needed to dodge."
With brutal force, Reizan delivered a spinning kick laced with truth-seeking armor . The armor around the Storm General's chest imploded slowly disintegrated , the impact vaporizing the scales and sending the massive general hurtling into the desert with an explosion that carved a crater miles wide barley surviving from getting turned into ash.
But he wasn't dead.
He rose, bloodied but burning with elemental fury.
"Spread out! Formation Six—Elemental Net!"
The other six generals moved in perfect sync. Earth, wind, fire, ice, crystal, and magma spiraled upward as their massive army unleashed devastating combined elemental arts.
Suddenly, three colossal tornados surged around Reizan. Each was imbued with a separate element: a magma-fire storm, an ice-shard twister, and a crystal dust vortex. Their rotations began to intersect, forming a chaotic maelstrom above the battlefield.
The flying Lizardmen reinforced the storm with wind scythe barrages, while the ground troops launched ranged bombardments of molten spears and frozen shrapnel. The battlefield itself looked like it had been thrust into a realm of destruction.
Reizan, now grounded amid the eye of this storm, grinned beneath his truth-seeking armor.
"So you're finally taking me seriously."
His nine Truth-Seeking Balls began to rotate behind him, forming a halo of raw destruction. He dashed into the storm—not flying, but running, each step shattering the terrain underfoot from pure physical pressure. His speed, even without chakra enhancements or teleportation, was now Six Paths Peak level. Even the air he tore through ignited from the friction.
He disappeared into the chaos.
And then came the carnage.
In a blur, Reizan darted through the front lines. Every time his Truth-Seeking armor grazed a Lizardman, they disintegrated into black dust.
He snapped necks, shattered skulls, pierced hearts—his taijutsu was raw, fluid, and merciless. One flying Lizardman dove at him with a wind-laced halberd—Reizan grabbed it mid-swing, snapped it in half, and drove the jagged ends into the creature's throat before flipping backward and roundhouse-kicking another into a collapsing magma pillar.
In reizan's view all the enemy's movements appeared in slow motion and on top of that he had near 360 perfect view for 400 kilometers , analyzing all his enemies in battle .
" You worms are not even worthy of me using Ocular abilities "
The Sword of Nunoboko howled through the battlefield. With every slash, it created space arcs—distortions in space where reality flickered like broken glass. When the Earth General tried to box Reizan in with massive pillars, Reizan drove the sword through the ground, sending a wave of destructive energy that tore the entire formation apart.
One general—a crystal-armored giant—caught reizan in mid-air, slamming a multi-ton axe down. Reizan blocked with his forearm, the axe shattering on contact with his truth-seeking armor. Reizan grabbed the general by the throat, lifted him, and whispered:
"Second mistake: touching me."
The general's body disintegrated into glowing ash, erased by the divine energy coating Reizan's palm.
But the remaining six weren't idle. They summoned a final combination technique: "Dragon Tempest: Elemental Core Breaker!" A multi-headed dragon formed from lightning, magma, and razor wind, growing to mountain-like size, and rushed Reizan with an otherworldly screech.
"DRAGON TEMPEST: ELEMENTAL CORE BREAKER!"They roared in unison.
A vortex of terrifying energy surged into the sky. From it emerged a monstrous hydra — a six-headed dragon, each head forged from a primal force: lightning, magma, razor wind, crystal shards, corrosive mist, and shadowflame. Its body spanned mountain-like proportions, its screech alone shaking the desert bedrock.
Reizan narrowed his eyes.
"Finally… something worth punching."
Instead, he raised his hand — and the nine Truth-Seeking Balls began to swirl behind him in perfect orbital rotation, black spheres gleaming with annihilative power.
The hydra came crashing down, claws like canyon walls, shadowflame breath scorching the air—
Reizan moved.
He vanished with a burst of wind and reappeared above the hydra's skull, slamming a Truth-Seeking Ball-coated fist directly into its central head. The impact didn't just dent the beast's elemental skull — it caved in space around it, triggering a gravitational ripple that pulled one of the other heads into the collapsing energy.
The dragon's magma head tried to coil around him, spewing molten chaos.
Reizan spun midair, kicked off its neck with an aerial somersault, and hurled three Truth-Seeking Balls in rapid succession. They curved like homing meteors and smashed into the magma neck, detonating in three-layered shockwaves, reducing that head into lava mist and shattered crystal.
He landed on the desert floor, cracking the earth beneath his feet as the hydra roared again.
A storm of wind blades and corrosive mist surged from its remaining heads. Reizan charged straight through, his cloak and armor absorbing the corrosive damage, nullifying elemental chakra like a black hole. His entire body moved with perfect taijutsu precision, like a divine martial artist sculpted by war.
Reizan struck with brutal elegance — open palm blows, spinning heel kicks, and elbow strikes reinforced by Truth-Seeking aura. Every time he landed a hit, disintegration followed. The wind head shattered into white dust from a rising uppercut. The mist head was erased when Reizan gripped its jaws and slammed his knee into its core — the ball of destruction orbiting his knee evaporated the entire neck down to its spine.
The beast recoiled, now missing four of its six heads.
"If you're going to call it a 'core breaker'..." Reizan muttered, leaping skyward again, "...at least give it a core that doesn't break this easily."
He grabbed two of his remaining Truth-Seeking Balls and compressed them, shaping them into gauntlets that wrapped around both fists.
Then he dove.
Like a meteor, Reizan slammed down into the shadowflame head, punching through it with such speed and force that a pillar of blackened light erupted through the battlefield, turning everything in its path into an inverted spiral of death. The dragon's final head — lightning — tried to retreat, but Reizan vanished and reappeared above it, fists raised.
"You're the last."
He dropped like judgment itself — both fists glowing with compressed Yin-Yang power.
BOOOOOOOOMM!!!
The final head exploded into a spherical detonation, and the Dragon Tempest collapsed entirely, its enormous body falling apart into fragments that disintegrated midair, leaving only silence.
The six generals, stunned, barely had time to react.
Reizan landed softly between them, adjusting the gauntlet-wrapped fists of destruction still glowing faintly.
One general charged from behind — a crystal-blade slash aimed at his spine.
Reizan didn't look. He spun and drove his elbow backward, the impact so severe the general's torso caved inward and then disintegrated as the armor made contact with Reizan's Truth-Seeking-enhanced body.
Another general tried to trap him with ice tendrils, but Reizan shot a Truth-Seeking Ball beneath his feet and used it to launch into the air. While rising, he split the ball into shards, directing them mid-air toward three enemies at once. Each one was impaled, and their bodies melted into pure white dust as if they never existed.
The final two tried to fuse their chakra, creating a super-condensed elemental sphere—
Too slow.
Reizan appeared between them and unleashed a flurry of taijutsu strikes — punches and palm strikes laced with microbursts of truth-seeking energy. They couldn't even scream before their forms crumbled into powder.
When it was over…
Only ashes and blackened craters remained.
Reizan stood silently amidst the destruction, his breath even, the glowing orbs behind him returning to perfect alignment once more.
"That... was a good round."
As the last general's corpse turned to dust, a deathly silence fell across the battlefield.
But not for long.
A rumbling, vibrating war cry erupted from the remaining legion of Lizardmen — nearly a million strong, still standing, still alive, their spirits burning with fury, vengeance, and blind faith.
The deaths of their commanders had not broken them.It had awakened them.
Thousands of elemental seals ignited across their bodies.Flames surged. Winds howled. The desert cracked from the weight of chakra and elemental fusion.Lava flooded trenches. Tornadoes danced with crystal shards.Every single one of them entered a battle rage.
Reizan floated above them, nine Truth-Seeking Balls rotating slowly like a planetary system behind him, his cloak of destruction fluttering in the heated winds. His glowing white-gold eyes showed no concern.
"So even insects know how to scream before they die…"
He descended.
And then all hell broke loose.
Hundreds of thousands surged toward Reizan.Massive lizardmen wielding molten axes, others with crystal spears, flying ones channeling plasma beams and hurricane bursts. The entire battlefield turned into a storm of elemental chaos.
But Reizan moved like a blur of death.He vanished from the sky at speed that can't be seen by the naked eye in mid-charge using his Truth-Seeking Ball orbit — each one acting as a point of propulsion, launching him like a bullet across the battlefield.
He smashed into a battalion, shoulder-smashing one lizardman so hard its armor cracked and its body disintegrated from the impact alone. In the same motion, he spun into a kick, the edge of his foot lined with Truth-Seeking armor — ten more Lizardmen exploded in a chain of white shockwaves.
"You throw yourselves at me like ants to flame…"
He punched downward with both fists.
Two Truth-Seeking Balls shot into the ground — then erupted like geysers of annihilation. Dozens were launched into the air, dissolving in blinding flashes of destruction as Truth-Seeking spears followed to impale them mid-fall.
The flying legion came next.
Nearly 50,000 winged Lizardmen swarmed in a chaotic sky-dance, launching combined storm barrages from above.
Reizan looked up, smiling faintly.
"You think altitude will save you?"
He clenched both fists — and all nine Truth-Seeking Balls split into thin, high-speed projectiles, each one guided by micro-control of his chakra.
Like black lightning, they weaved through the sky, arcing like swallows, exploding across the airspace in perfect synchronization.
One explosion per second. Then ten. Then fifty.
Winged warriors were ripped apart mid-flight, leaving trails of burning green mist behind. Some tried to escape, only for Reizan to appear behind them, grabbing one by the skull and crushing it into fine powder with his bare hand.
He then dove through the aerial legions with a spinning, flaming kick — the sheer speed ignited the very wind around him, turning the upper atmosphere into a ring of fire and light.
Back on the ground, the remaining troops formed phalanx formations, combining elemental barriers to shield against further attacks. The desert was nearly unrecognizable now — scorched black, littered with glassified craters and burning corpses.
Reizan landed with a thunderous stomp.
"Still holding together? Then let me teach you despair."
He raised one hand.
Three Truth-Seeking Balls fused into one, glowing ominously.
He threw it into the distance, and as it traveled, it split mid-air into thousands of shrapnel-sized black needles, each imbued with chakra programmed to seek out and detonate on impact.
What followed was a storm of pinpoint explosions — like thunderclaps stitched into the wind. The entire middle army column was vaporized the ground turning into ash their formation shattered.
Those who survived had no time to think.
Reizan charged in, now relying on pure taijutsu, his fists glowing black, his kicks laced with spiritual force. Wherever his body moved, death followed. Dozens tried to pile on him turning slowly to ash — and dozens died without landing a single hit and even if they it didn't matter as they would die upon touching reizan.
One Lizardman stabbed with a molten glaive.
Reizan caught it with his fingers, snapped the weapon, then thrust his palm forward.The force behind the move compressed the creature's internal organs into a collapsing singularity, then burst it from the inside out
Minutes Passed .
In the blink of history's eye, one million Lizardmen were reduced to scorched ash, fragmented bones, and shattered weapons littering a battlefield that now resembled a graveyard cratered by divine wrath.
Reizan stood still in the air, cloak fluttering in the aftershock wind, his golden Byakugan glowing with quiet dominance. His truth-seeking armor pulsed with subdued power, scorched slightly from relentless elemental strikes yet still completely intact. Every inch of his frame radiated overwhelming might.
Behind him, twelve pitch-black Truth-Seeking Balls slowly revolved like planets orbiting a dark star. But now they glowed with an inner brilliance—denser, heavier, more refined.
[Truth-Seeking Ball Mastery: Advanced Stage Achieved]
A whisper echoed in his mind.
He could feel it. Something had changed.
Reizan lifted his hand, and one of the twelve balls drifted forward. Then, with a thought, it imploded, detonating into a white-hot void of annihilation—and before the flash faded, another sphere reformed behind him without effort.
"A self-replicating cycle..." Reizan muttered, smirking. "I've reached the Advanced stage."
He clenched his fist, feeling the raw weight of yin–yang chakra coursing through every cell of his being. The battle, the chaos, the endless onslaught — all of it had pushed him beyond his previous limits.
Then, with a soft ding, the Time dilation chamber prompted him:
[Final Stage - 6 Cleared -Time Taken: 9 minutes, 47 seconds]
[Elimination - 1 million ]
Reizan lowered his hand, gaze narrowing.
He slowly descended toward the edge of the abyss, the cratered world beneath him whispering of the cataclysm he had unleashed. His twelve orbs followed behind him .
As he stood at the center of the ruined battlefield, golden eyes piercing the silent haze, a quiet grin spread across his face.