171: Ultimate KPI and Pure Land Invasion Plan

Inside the silent workshop, the electronic synthetic voice of Asura - Modified broke the solidified air. It was a voice devoid of emotion, yet containing an absolute will to obey: "Master, the legion has assembled. Please give your command."

This scene was nothing short of epic. Ten war machines, exuding immense pressure, knelt on one knee, pledging allegiance to their sole creator. Any ambitious person witnessing this would likely be so excited as to immediately plan a grand blueprint for unifying the Ninja World.

However, Tang Yan merely pulled out a data pad, swiped a few times, and said in the tone of a project manager leading a weekly meeting: "The command is... everyone stand by. Energy conservation and emission reduction start with me. Chakra doesn't just come out of nowhere, especially you, Senluo Wanjie. Last time I saw you using 'Sand Waterfall Imperial Funeral' to swat a mosquito, my heart was bleeding. How much Chakra did that consume?"

The sand around the named Senluo Wanjie seemed to pause for a moment, and its electronic eyes flickered twice, as if reflecting on its extravagant behavior.

"Alright, team building ends here. Everyone go recharge first; there's a big project coming up later." Tang Yan waved his hand, and apart from three new units hidden in the shadows, the other seven puppets instantly transformed into streaks of light and were stored in summoning scrolls.

After doing all this, he leisurely walked to a corner of the workshop. Uchiha Obito was leaning against the wall, his eyes unfocused, looking as if his worldview had been formatted and the system was struggling to restart.

"Yo, Obito, system crashed?" Tang Yan squatted in front of him, poking his face, which was half Hashirama cells, with his finger. "Snap out of it. I need some professional consultation from you, the 'former Akatsuki Organization CEO'."

Obito's eyeballs finally moved. He looked at Tang Yan, his expression as complex as an overturned palette. "You... who exactly are you?"

"Just a passing excellent figurine enthusiast," Tang Yan answered casually. "Don't dwell on that. Let's talk business. I'm planning a trip to the 'Pure Land' for some personal matters. You know, everything is ready, just missing the crucial element. Here, everything is ready, just missing a soul."

"Pure Land?!" Obito's voice changed pitch, as if he had heard someone was going to barbecue on the sun, sounding incredibly unbelievable. "That resting place for the dead, how could the living..."

"Of course, the conventional route won't work," Tang Yan interrupted him. "That's why I came to ask you, the expert on 'unconventional routes'. Your old leader, Uchiha Madara, he cherished his life so much, was so good at surviving, he must have left himself a way out, right? Like... a VIP aisle for resurrection after death?"

Obito's pupils suddenly contracted.

Tang Yan's question accurately hit the core secret deep within his memory.

He remained silent for a long time; only the faint hum of the 3D printer working in the workshop could be heard. Finally, he spoke with difficulty, his voice dry: "Lord Madara... indeed has a final trump card. When all plans fail, he can use the power of the Rinnegan to reverse summon... the 'King of Hell'."

"Oh?" Tang Yan became interested; this sounded much more intriguing.

"That's not an ordinary summoning jutsu," Obito's expression was extremely grave. "It's using the power of the Rinnegan to forcibly tear open the boundary between life and death, summoning the gatekeeper of the Pure Land to the living world, thereby opening a... rift to the world of the dead. This is the last path to resurrection he prepared for himself."

"Not bad, this idea," Tang Yan slapped his thigh, showing an approving expression. "It's like giving a bad review to the Underworld customer service, and the customer service manager (King of Hell) personally comes to deal with it, then taking the opportunity to sneak into their backend. Brilliant, truly brilliant."

Obito: "..."

He had already given up trying to understand Tang Yan's thought process. How could such a forbidden jutsu, capable of overturning the entire Ninja World's view of life and death, sound as casual as an online shopping return process in this guy's mouth?

"Very well, then we'll steal his path and leave him with no way out." Tang Yan stood up, his face beaming with the excitement of finding a new toy. "Let him experience what it's like when 'your reserved resurrection takeout has been intercepted by someone else'."

"That's impossible!" Obito instinctively retorted. "The 'King of Hell' can discern all souls; only Lord Madara's soul can pass its judgment. Any disguise..."

"Don't give amateur advice when it's not your area of expertise." Tang Yan snapped his fingers. "You're responsible for calling for takeout, and I'm responsible for picking it up. As for how to pick it up, just watch me."

As he spoke, three never-before-seen new puppets slowly emerged from the shadows of the workshop.

The first was a small boat, about three meters long, with a boatman holding a long pole and wearing a straw cape standing at the bow. It was entirely crafted from a black wood that emitted a faint glow, had no facial features, and beneath the straw cape was a void of darkness.

"This one is Netherworld Ferry - Huangquan," Tang Yan introduced. "Its specialty is soul-level cosplay, capable of perfectly simulating the fluctuations of any soul. To put it simply, it's a super VPN that can trick the system's backend access authentication."

The second was a folded behemoth. It resembled a lurking metallic giant crab, with countless complex limbs and components tightly retracted, its surface covered in energy lines, full of industrial and violent aesthetics.

"Netherworld Bridge, a large-scale spatiotemporal engineering puppet." Tang Yan patted its cold shell. "Once the gate is open, it can erect an absolutely stable passage between the two worlds within 0.3 seconds. Guaranteed no lag, no disconnections, a five-star cross-server experience."

The last one had the most terrifying aura. It was a puppet clad in a black executioner's robe, with an unfathomable darkness beneath its hood, where only two red lights flickered. In its hand, it held a scythe larger than itself, its blade adorned with swirling runes, as if capable of severing causality.

"And my personal bodyguard, Ten Halls - Heavenly Punishment." Tang Yan's hand lightly brushed the massive scythe blade. "Its weapon specializes in severing soul connections and causal lines. You can understand it as... an administrator-level forced account deletion tool. Specifically used to deal with unreasonable GMs."

Obito was utterly speechless.

These three puppets were not designed for Ninja World wars at all.

These were tailor-made "tools for the job" specifically for "robbing" the Underworld!

This man, from the very beginning, his goal was not just the Ninja World, and perhaps... not just the world of the living!

"Alright, Obito, don't just stand there." Tang Yan urged. "Start your performance. Activate the ritual and summon the 'King of Hell' for me. Remember, you're our only 'gatekeeper'. If this works, I'll arrange a position for you in the Hidden Sand Village later."

Obito took a deep breath and stood up. At this point, he had no retreat, or rather, he had long entrusted his fate to this unfathomable man.

He walked to the open space in the center of the workshop and slowly formed hand signs.

As the last sign was completed, the pair of purple Rinnegan in his eyes burst forth with unprecedented light.

"Outer Path - Rebirth Jutsu... Reverse!"

Buzz—!

The entire space began to vibrate violently, intricate seals appeared on the ground, and a cold, deathly aura not belonging to the human world surged from the center of the seals. The air was torn apart, and a pitch-black rift, seemingly connecting to an endless abyss, was slowly opening.

"Excellent, Netherworld Ferry - Huangquan, prepare for verification!" Tang Yan commanded.

The boatman puppet silently glided towards the rift, emitting a soul aura identical to Uchiha Madara's.

"Netherworld Bridge, prepare to deploy!"

The joints of the metallic giant crab made a grating "clack" sound, about to unfold.

Everything was going according to plan.

Just then, in the most inconspicuous corner of the workshop, a white spore that had been dormant for a long time and long forgotten, suddenly pulsed silently and violently.

Puff.

It transformed into a tiny speck of light and instantly vanished.

The next second, the Myriad Forms Ingenuity Box on Tang Yan's wrist, which had evolved into a silver sphere, suddenly glowed red and emitted a sharp alarm.

"Warning: Unauthorized quantum entanglement communication detected! Data has been leaked! Target: Mountain Graveyard! Communication Protocol: Black Zetsu encrypted channel!"

Too late!

Almost simultaneously with the alarm, a cold, arrogant voice, full of supreme majesty, as if crossing endless space, boomed directly deep within everyone's souls!

That voice originated from the Mountain Graveyard, from the mouth of the giant Demonic Statue of the Outer Path!

"Do you wish to intrude upon my divine domain, ants?"

"Then come! I, Uchiha Madara, am here to bestow upon you... true despair!"