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Of course, because of Uchiha Zhili’s gentle and kind character, she did not let this illusion become an endless killing move.

In other words, “Izanami” is not a real infinite reincarnation. It may be easy for her to kill a person, but her real purpose is to rewrite a person’s will from the heart and let him truly find himself.

“Izanagi” is to modify reality, turning all negative situations that are unfavorable to oneself in a period of time into illusions, and only choosing things that are beneficial to oneself into reality. It is a technique to change fate.

“Izanami” is to manipulate reality, trap all operations that modify reality in the illusion of eternal reincarnation, and invalidate the behavior of escaping reality or modifying the results at will. It is a technique to control fate.

But the one who really determines fate is always the one trapped in the illusion.

Therefore, this technique also prepares a way to escape from reincarnation.

Only when the person who is cast no longer escapes, sincerely repents, and sincerely chooses to accept the original ending, the reincarnation created by “Izanami” will naturally be lifted, and the person who is cast will also consciously accept his own fate.

Then… the price is…

Chiri’s left eye has completely turned white, and the once beautiful clover pattern has faded all its colors, completely blind.

In the illusion world created by “Izanami”, the Nth reincarnation.

Uchiha Naka swung his knife unwillingly, and with a “bang”, white smoke scattered in front of his eyes, and two logs fell to the ground with a “bang”.

The knife flashed, and his chest was torn apart. In his tired eyes, his right eye turned pale, reality was modified, and the whole person appeared in an open space without any signs.

Chiri looked at him calmly, his bare hands loosened slightly, and the tip of the knife pierced the ground.

Naka panted like a cow, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, looking at Chiri who was walking step by step, he knew what would happen next without thinking.

There was a faint sound under his feet, violet petals fluttered in the wind, blue butterflies danced, and behind them, Zhili stretched out his white palm from afar.

This scene was an eternity repeated countless times, and it was just like the first time.

Zhili’s eyes were sincere, as if he would never get tired.

Naka had been tortured to exhaustion, and the murderous intent, madness and unwillingness in his heart had dissipated completely dozens of times before.

With a “ding” sound, he threw away the short blade in his hand. This weapon that accompanied him in countless killings was now discarded like a worn-out shoe.

“Why, why…” He looked up at the sky and closed his eyes in frustration, “There should be no fate that Izanagi cannot change…”

Chiri spoke softly, “Accept your own fate, accept what you have done, and after accepting it, wait for your future.”

Naka’s face was full of reluctance, his eyebrows twitched, and he showed guilt for the first time, “My hands are already stained with blood, how can I get forgiveness from my tribe?”

He opened his eyes, and his blind right eye was restored to its original state without any surprise. In the scarlet pupil, a firm and gentle face was reflected.

“Even so, I have to accept it…”

Naka’s face was distorted, and he was uncertain for a while. He gritted his teeth, picked up the short blade on the ground, and raised it high in the distance.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

The blade cut through the air, turned into a straight stream of light and pierced into the earth, making a sharp buzzing sound.

“I… don’t want to rely on Izanagi anymore…”

Naka said tiredly, kneeling on one knee. Facing the jade hand extended by Chiri, he took a deep breath, like a devout believer worshipping a god.

He raised his head, and a long-lost enthusiasm flashed across his eyes.

Chiri’s mouth opened slightly, the breeze fluttered, her purple hair danced lightly, and her beautiful face finally flashed a trace of surprise.

At that moment, she seemed to see the ambitious young man again, the young man who had just started out and dared to stand up at the most serious time of the Uchiha clan’s internal strife, at the meeting surrounded by powerful enemies and many old tigers, and was the only one who supported her and stood against the internal strife.

“I choose to accept reality and move on!”

Naka looked up at Chiri slightly. At this moment, there was no more arrogance and viciousness in his eyes, but the same sincerity as in Chiri’s eyes.

He stretched out his trembling hand and slowly and solemnly held Chiri’s palm.

Zhili smiled softly, with relief flashing in his eyes. From the place where the two of them shook hands, a bright light began to shine. The blazing white light quickly engulfed the figures of the two people, blurring all the outlines.

With the two of them as the center, the whole world began to collapse bit by bit, turning into countless elf-like light points that rushed straight into the sky, like a heavy rain pouring down.Naka couldn’t help squinting his eyes, and when his vision returned to normal, the beautiful figure of Zhili suddenly came into view.

She still had the same expression, but her left eye had lost all color, and turned into a red and white pupil like his own.

He gently held the other’s white and delicate palm, just like himself in the illusion world.

Naka stood up and exhaled a long breath, “I know what I should do now, I will fulfill my duties well… This stupid civil strife should end.”

He threw away the short blade in his hand and strode out of the valley.

Zhili looked at his back, with a complicated expression in her eyes, with relief, fatigue, sadness and joy, but more of a relief of unloading a burden.

“Kirito, sister did it…”

She murmured, took the initiative to close the pale eye, and took out the lavender eye mask prepared in advance and covered her left eye.

She didn’t care what would happen to that card later, because “Izanami” had completely made him face himself, no longer escape, no longer arrogant, as long as he could regain everyone’s recognition, the Uchiha’s civil strife would end.

“Kirito, next, sister is going to fulfill your wish before you died… go to the world outside the village, go to see this prosperous world…”

She turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Walking out of the clan, crossing the street corner, and walking to the busy street, she subconsciously looked in the familiar direction.

That location was a breakfast shop with a good reputation in the early years. Later, as time went by, the scale became larger and larger, and finally it had expanded into a well-known izakaya.

About 15 years ago, it was here that she learned that “all people are born equal, there is no distinction between high and low”, and she also learned that to know a person, you can’t just rely on your ears, you have to believe your eyes.

Suddenly, she was slightly stunned. In a room on the second floor, someone was waving at her, looking very happy.

Cardiac arrest!

Zhili covered her chest, her pink lips trembling slightly. Wasn’t that face the one she had been thinking about day and night?

“Kirito!!!!”

She exerted force on her feet, and her figure shot directly into the second-floor window, landing accurately in a rather elegant private room.

At first, she thought it was all an illusion or a dream, but considering her Mangekyō Sharingan, there were indeed not many people in the world who could make her fall into an illusion.

Kirito’s familiar face was not much different from what she remembered, maybe a little rounder and whiter.

She pinched herself hard, it hurt, it hurt badly.

This was not a dream.

In an instant, she was surrounded by a huge joy, this strong emotion filled her whole body, leaving no room for pain, she felt like she was going to explode with happiness.

“Sister!”

Uchiha Kirito took a step forward, seemingly wanting to throw himself into her arms, but he subconsciously glanced at his side, paused this intimate action, and scratched his head embarrassedly.

Zhili didn’t care and pulled him into his arms. Her soft breasts squeezed Kirito’s face slightly out of shape.

“Sister, sister, I’m a little out of breath, cough cough!”

Beside the window seat, Nian looked out the window a little awkwardly, his eyes wandering around.

The young man next to him, holding a glass of juice, leisurely enjoyed the reunion of the siblings.