Naruto: F**king Makes Me Stronger

The residual warmth of the banquet had not yet faded when Shun climbed alone to the highest observation deck of the royal palace.

The night wind, carrying the chill of interstellar space, swept across the hem of his clothes, making his black robes flap loudly. The silver-blue time patterns on his fingertips suddenly surged, entwining with the starlight in the sky like living things.

Amidst the interlacing glimmers, a translucent space-time gate slowly took shape. Behind the gate flowed a violent and mysterious power, it was the entrance to the River of Time.

Without the slightest hesitation, he leaped into the rift. The gilded Chakra around his body instantly collided with the surging power of time behind the gate, emitting a fine hum, like the collision and fusion of certain laws.

The starlight of the palace vanished in an instant, replaced by a rushing silver-blue river. As the river surged, countless fragments of lives and historical trajectories flashed by like fleeting shadows—joyful or sad, prosperous or declining—all properly carried by this great river.

This was the battlefield for his fated duel with Shibai.

River of Time.

Shibai was already waiting there, his figure standing on a floating rock in the center of the river. He was surrounded by a time power as dark as ink, forming a piercing contrast with the silver-blue water. He wore an ancient, long robe that moved without wind. The aura around him had settled into something increasingly profound, as if he had coexisted with this river for thousands of years.

Because he had been dormant in the river of time for a long time, his mastery of the laws of time far exceeded that of Shun. Even the rhythm of the river's flow rose and fell slowly according to his will.

Seeing Shun enter, a cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes. Without a single word of nonsense, he raised his hand and launched a sneak attack.

The dark power of time did not take physical form to entwine him. Instead, it turned into countless fine streams of information, invading Shun's consciousness like a silent tide. There was no earth-shattering sound, only a sharp humming coming from the depths of his soul.

Those information streams were the remnant souls of planets and fragments of destroyed civilizations swallowed by Shibai over a thousand years. Carrying decay and despair, they sought to overwrite his consciousness and erase his personality.

Shun felt his vision suddenly go black, as if his soul were being dragged into a distorted turbulence of consciousness. The Chakra around him instantly lost control, most of its radiance dimming. Even his standing figure swayed slightly, and blurred cracks began to appear in his consciousness.

In the next second, countless shattered visions of destruction exploded in his consciousness. Those were not concrete illusions, but consciousness erosion constructed by information streams.

He 'saw' planets disintegrating under Shibai's power, and the wails of living beings and the fall of civilizations flooded his mind like a tide.

He 'felt' the consciousness signals of his queen and children gradually weakening in the flow of destruction, as if they would be completely wiped out in the next second.

Shibai's consciousness projection hovered at the top of the information stream, cold as a God in charge of destruction. Every impact of the information stream reinforced the obsession that 'only destruction is eternal,' attempting to completely assimilate Shun's personality.

The visions of the earth splitting and magma surging were merely the physical manifestations of the destruction information stream. The core objective was to dismantle his perception of 'protection.'

"This is the deepest fear in your heart, isn't it?"

Shibai's conscious voice echoed in the information stream, carrying a low, seductive power.

"The trillions of lives you protect are nothing more than fleeting dust before the destructive torrent of the River of Time."

His information stream was like an inky tide, wrapping layer by layer around Shun's core consciousness. Those traces of destruction accumulated over thousands of years had long been imprinted upon the River of Time, each one carrying the reinforcement of the river's laws, making the erosion increasingly powerful.

Shun felt bursts of piercing pain in his soul. Despair and emptiness spread along the cracks in his consciousness as the destruction information stream constantly washed over the boundaries of his personality, nearly swallowing his self-awareness entirely.

Just as his consciousness was about to be assimilated, countless flecks of translucent white spiritual light suddenly erupted from the depths of his soul. Those were the soul fragments he had shared with his queen, children, and old friends. More importantly, they were the consciousness anchors he had condensed as the ruler of trillions, carrying the expectations of countless lives.

The spiritual light turned into a brilliant information stream, crashing into Shibai's dark destruction stream. Within the translucent white stream were the vitality of trillions, the continuation of civilizations, and the expectations for the future. Every signal carried a vivid power, like the morning light of dawn piercing through the haze, instantly halting the erosion of the destruction stream.

"What I protect has never been a hollow appearance, it is the future of countless lives."

Shun's conscious voice became increasingly firm, and his soul power surged. An information stream interwoven with gold and silver-blue unfolded, forcibly resisting the suppression of the destruction stream.

The consciousness visions shattered, and the two returned to the core of the River of Time, each surrounded by their own information stream barriers.

A flash of surprise crossed Shibai's face, quickly replaced by even greater fanaticism. "Interesting. To be able to block my destruction stream using the consciousness of living beings as anchors..."

Before his voice had even faded, the dark information stream around him suddenly surged. Countless trajectories of planet destruction and echoes of fallen civilizations tumbled within the stream. These were the imprints he had left in the River of Time over thousands of years. Every trace could mobilize the power of the river, sweeping toward Shun like a tsunami.

This was not a simple consciousness shock, but an attempt to use his own time imprints as a guide to cover the opponent with the destruction information stream and completely erase their personality.

Shun's eyes narrowed. The silver-blue time patterns and gilded consciousness stream around him rapidly interlaced. He no longer obsessed over the physical manifestation of time techniques, but instead disassembled and reorganized his own consciousness stream into countless fine signal threads.

"Time Flow—Calibration!"

He gave a low shout, and his consciousness stream instantly synchronized with the rhythm of the River of Time. Those signal threads acted like precise probes, avoiding the edge of the destruction information stream and drilling into its gaps.

He did not resist head-on. Instead, using his consciousness control, he attempted to penetrate the destruction stream and reach Shibai's consciousness core.

After all, although Shibai's information stream had a deep foundation, it was full of decayed fragments and was disorganized. His own information stream, however, was the unified will condensed from trillions of lives—precise and pure.

Shibai's brow furrowed slightly, but he did not panic. The dark information stream suddenly contracted, turning into an airtight barrier that wrapped around his own consciousness core.

"Playing with consciousness disassembly in front of me? You're too green." His tone carried a hint of contempt.

The power of the River of Time's imprints around him became even more concentrated, and ancient runes began to emerge within the destruction information stream—these were the consciousness symbols of the first civilization he had swallowed, capable of forcibly distorting the opponent's consciousness signals.

Countless information stream barriers suddenly rose in the river, with fine 'consciousness cycle' patterns flowing upon them. Once Shun's signal threads touched them, they would be pulled into an infinitely repeating vision of destruction, causing him to completely lose himself.

Shun's expression turned solemn. The consciousness stream at his fingertips instantly switched frequencies, and the silver-blue time patterns spread along the signal threads.

Consciousness Retrospection: Purification!

He did not try to force a breakthrough. Instead, he mobilized the laws of time to trace the frequency of his signal threads back to their purest original state, avoiding the distortion of the cycle patterns.

The signal threads attached to the barrier like fireflies, constantly purifying the destruction runes on the surface, gradually eroding fine holes into the barrier.

But Shibai's time imprints were extremely profound. As soon as a hole appeared, it was filled by new destruction information. Furthermore, the barrier's contraction speed became increasingly rapid, compressing Shun's consciousness stream into a smaller and smaller space.

"Our understanding of time and consciousness was never on the same level to begin with."

Shibai slowly walked closer, the destruction information stream around him merging with the river water like a loyal servant.

"I have settled in this river for a thousand years, destroying countless planets and long ago carving my own imprint into the texture of the river. And you are nothing but an outsider relying on your clan to keep up appearances."

He raised his hand and pressed down. Countless destruction information streams turned into spikes, stabbing toward Shun's consciousness core.

This was 'Imprint Erosion,' an attempt to carve his own destructive will into Shun's soul and completely replace his personality.

Everywhere it passed, even the time trajectories in the river were distorted, filled with the scent of decay.

Shun stopped evading. The consciousness stream around him suddenly exploded, condensing all the signal threads into a solid light shield.

Two completely different information streams crashed together. There was no earth-shattering roar, only a violent tremor at the level of the soul.

The dark destruction stream and the translucent white vitality stream penetrated and covered each other. Every inch of the collision was rewriting each other's consciousness signals.

Shibai's destruction stream tried to erase Shun's will to protect, while his vitality stream was purifying the other party's decayed imprints.

The River of Time surged violently. Countless phantom images of destroyed planets and visions of vitality from trillions of lives interlaced and collided.

In the distant real world, the entire starry sky trembled slightly, as if echoing this ultimate gamble of consciousness and time.

Shun felt as if his soul were being cut by knives, yet he still gritted his teeth and held on.

Although the foundation of his information stream was not as deep as Shibai's, its quality far surpassed it. Those vivid expectations for the future naturally countered the decayed destruction of the past.

"Carving imprints into the river? You're nothing more than a slave to past destruction."

A resolute light flashed in Shun's eyes. The bright Chakra and silver-blue time patterns around him completely merged into the consciousness stream, condensing the expectations of trillions into a core signal.

Consciousness Stream: Overclock Coverage!

No longer sticking to a solid defense, Shun actively drove the consciousness stream, using his own will as a Star Lord to launch a counterattack against Shibai's destruction stream.

He did not seek a quick defeat. Instead, he let his own vitality stream penetrate through the gaps in the destruction stream. Every signal carried the obsession of 'future continuation,' attempting to dismantle Shibai's core perception that 'only destruction exists.'

At the same time, he mobilized the laws of time to trace back the consciousness fragments in Shibai's information stream that had not yet completely decayed, searching for weaknesses in his personality.

Shibai's pupils shrank, and alarm bells rang in his heart. He felt Shun's consciousness stream was like a maggot on a bone. No matter how he tried to disperse it, he could not completely clear it away. Those vivid vitality signals were constantly purifying his destruction stream and even beginning to shake his thousand-year-old will to destroy.

Shun's consciousness, carrying the expectations of trillions, spoke. "This strike is for all the civilizations you destroyed, and even more to protect the possibilities of the future."

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