"The Land of Whirlpools... separated from the mainland of the Land of Fire by several nations and a vast ocean. How can we transport thousands of clansmen, along with mountains of supplies, across the entire continent without anyone noticing, and move them to that legendary island without a trace?"

Shisui's voice echoed in the oppressive secret chamber, every word striking Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Itachi's hearts like a heavy hammer.

This question, like an invisible boulder, instantly pressed down upon the secret chamber of Naka Shrine. The boiling blood, just ignited by the grand blueprint of "Nation-Building", seemed to show signs of cooling.

No matter how perfect the plan or how magnificent the blueprint, if we cannot reach the destination, everything is just a reflection in the mirror or the moon in the water. A mass migration of thousands, including a large number of women, children, and elderly with no combat capability—this is not a secret infiltration by a Ninja squad, but a strategic relocation on a national scale.

Its difficulty is unheard of in the history of the Shinobi World.

As the clan head, Uchiha Fugaku had the clearest understanding of the logistics and risks involved in an operation of this scale. It was certainly not a miracle that could be achieved just by hot-blooded passion. Any slip-up in any link could lead the entire clan into an irredeemable situation.

Uchiha Itachi's expression was equally grave. As an Anbu, he knew all too well how tight Konoha's surveillance network was—an Omni-Directional Defense System. Any large-scale movement of personnel could not escape the village's eyes. Even a mobilization of a hundred Ninjas would immediately trigger the highest alert from the intelligence department.

Three heavy gazes, filled with extreme confusion, focused once again on Qi.

Facing this ultimate problem that would make any strategist feel despair, Qi's face did not even ripple. He simply calmly put away the planning map of the Land of Whirlpools on the table, as if this question had long been anticipated, and was not even worthy of being called a problem.

"Seeing is believing."

The voice was soft, yet carried a power capable of soothing hearts.

"The three of you, please follow me."

Without excessive explanation or any long-winded defense, Qi turned and walked straight out of the secret chamber. Uchiha Fugaku, Shisui, and Uchiha Itachi exchanged glances, seeing a hint of doubt in each other's eyes, but more so, a near-blind trust built upon countless miracles in the past. They did not ask further questions and immediately followed.

The four passed through Naka Shrine and arrived at an extremely secluded training ground beside the Naka River. This was the core area of the Uchiha clan, where ordinary clansmen would not easily approach. In the center of the training ground stood a huge artificial mountain. It was not formed naturally but was forcibly piled up by Uchiha predecessors decades ago using Earth Style Ninjutsu, and then polished to extreme hardness through the day-to-day Ninjutsu and taijutsu training of countless clansmen.

This artificial mountain, like a silent black hill, stood tens of meters high. It was a symbol of the Uchiha clan's power and history, standing there silently, witnessing the growth and rise and fall of generations of clansmen.

Walking to the front of the artificial mountain, Qi stood still calmly. Uchiha Fugaku, Shisui, and Uchiha Itachi stood behind him, their expressions grave, their hearts filled with speculation about the unknown. Was he going to prove his destructive power with some super-large-scale Ninjutsu? But that had nothing to do with the proposition of "relocation."

Under the gaze of the three, Qi slowly closed his eyes.

The entire world seemed to quiet down at this moment, leaving only the murmuring sound of the Naka River and the rustling of wind through leaves.

The next instant, Qi suddenly opened his eyes!

At that moment, Uchiha Fugaku, Shisui, and Uchiha Itachi—three top-tier powerhouses possessing the Mangekyō Sharingan—could not help but feel a palpitation originating from the depths of their souls!

In Qi's right eye, that unique Mangekyō Sharingan pattern began to spin crazily at an unprecedented speed! A force of spatial distortion, visible to the naked eye, transcending the concept of Chakra and bordering on the laws themselves, erupted from his right eye as the center!

The air let out a wail.

It was not the sound of wind, but a higher-frequency, shrill buzzing as if space itself could not bear the burden. With Qi's right eye as the origin, the space in front, like a calm lake surface into which a giant rock had been thrown, violently and spirally collapsed inward!

A pitch-black vortex, larger, deeper, and purer than any previous demonstration, appeared out of thin air in front of the huge artificial mountain.

That was not a flat opening, but a three-dimensional singularity with a real sense of depth. It did not reflect any light; it simply consumed everything purely. Even light, when approaching its edge, underwent visible deflection and consumption, forming a strange, dark halo.

Uchiha Fugaku, Shisui, and Uchiha Itachi's breathing completely stopped at this moment.

Staring blankly at that spinning Mangekyō Sharingan, watching that pitch-black vortex capable of consuming the entire world, their minds went blank. A clear realization emerged in their hearts: that was not Ninjutsu. Any Ninjutsu required hand signs and the conversion of Chakra, but the scene before them was like a god, using only their own will to forcibly modify the rules of the world.

Immediately after, a scene that made their scalps tingle occurred.

That artificial mountain, as huge as a small hill, began to shake violently. The rocks on the surface of the mountain were not sucked in; instead, before reaching the vortex, they were torn apart and decomposed into finer stones and dust by an invisible tidal force, and then, like stardust attracted by a black hole, were irresistibly and continuously swept into that pitch-black vortex!

The whole process was terrifyingly quiet.

There was no roar of explosion, no loud crash of collapsing rocks, only a heart-stopping silence where all things returned to nothingness.

In just a few short breaths, that huge artificial mountain, which had stood beside the Naka River for decades and symbolized the power of the Uchiha clan, along with its foundation buried deep underground, had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed in this world. All that remained was a huge, smooth pit, and a field of vision that had suddenly become incomparably empty due to the disappearance of the mountain.

The world fell into absolute silence.

Uchiha Fugaku, Shisui, and Uchiha Itachi were completely frozen in place, like three statues instantly weathered away. Their mouths were open unconsciously, but no sound could come from their throats. This scene before them, which transcended the limits of mortal cognition, had completely shattered the foundation upon which they judged the world—the common sense of Ninjutsu.

In their dazed gaze, Qi calmly turned around. The Mangekyō Sharingan pattern in his right eye rotated again, and on the open ground tens of meters away, another pitch-black vortex appeared out of thin air.

The next moment, that huge artificial mountain that had been swallowed was, intact and in a way that violated all laws of physics, "spat" out from the vortex!

"Boom!"

The huge mountain body slammed heavily onto the open ground on the other side, kicking up a sky full of dust. The earth trembled violently, as if groaning for this miraculous power.

Qi's right eye slowly returned to calm, as if the earth-shattering scene just now was merely an insignificant hallucination.

He turned around and calmly looked at the three top-tier powerhouses of the Uchiha clan behind him, who were completely petrified.

"Now, does the problem of relocation still exist?"

No one answered.

The sky full of dust slowly dissipated, revealing the artificial mountain that had been completely relocated. Uchiha Fugaku's body was trembling slightly, not because of fear, but because of an extreme excitement mixed with awe and ecstasy. As the clan head, he knew the secret history of the clan better than anyone else.

"Kamui..."

Uchiha Fugaku's voice was dry and hoarse, as if these two words had exhausted all his strength. He stared fixedly at Qi's eyes; in those weathered eyes, stormy waves were surging.

"On the stone tablet in the deepest part of Naka Shrine, in the text before it was tampered with, there were sporadic records... At the distant source of the Uchiha bloodline, there once appeared a pair of eyes capable of twisting time and space and wielding nothingness... In the records, its name was 'Kamui'!"

"I always thought that was just an exaggerated legend, a myth that could not be reached..."

Uchiha Fugaku did not continue, but his eyes had already explained everything.

This was no longer an incomprehensible power of god, but the reappearance of the top-tier legend that had truly existed in the Uchiha bloodline!

Uchiha Itachi and Shisui were even more shaken. So, this was not an unknown power that appeared out of thin air, but the ultimate form at the end of their Uchiha bloodline!

"This is not a myth."

Qi answered calmly, as if stating a fact that could not be simpler.

"This is the possibility of the Uchiha."