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In an unknown deep underground, the thick roots of the trees stretched all around irregularly, clinging to the dry earth wall, where quiet and darkness coexist, gloomy and terrifying.

In the depths of the darkness, stands a huge humanoid stone statue. The stone statue has nine closed eyes, a hideous face, and a color and body like a dead tree.

Below the stone statue, several pipes stretched forward and inserted into the body of a gray-haired old man. The old man was sitting on the stone platform with a cane. He looked cold and indifferent. The empty eye sockets added a bit of terror.

The old man stared at the darkness in front of him. In other words, he without eyes could only see the darkness.

But what does it matter? As long as he is willing, the entire Ninja World will not be able to hide from him.

The dark ground suddenly fluctuated, as if it was slowly twisting, and finally a pure white creature came out.

"Hey, Madara Lord, you woke up so early this time." The white creature used an exaggerated tone to express its surprise, but it seemed to have some performance in every way.

"Well, how long have I slept this time?" Madara lifts the head slightly.

"...Uh, this." The white creature tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "Seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven days..."

"It's been 20 years?" The old man's tone finally made waves, after all, anyone who heard this number would feel...too fucking horror.

"Wrong, wrong, Madara Lord." The white creature waved his hand quickly. "I am confused. This is the time when I haven't had a bowel movement."

"..."

"I will count, every day, I will make a scratch on it, you wait."

"..."

Madara coldly snorted, but nothing more, not much Impatient, for him, time... is the least valuable thing.

And White Zetsu, this clone of Hashirama cell, can be regarded as a long-night pastime.

Five minutes later, White Zetsu finally finished counting the nicks, lifts the head with excitement, and shouted to the old man on the stone chair: "Madara Lord, I have finished counting. It has been 186 days in total. "

"It's been half a year." Madara nodded, and then continued to ask: "Is there anything worth noting recently?"

"Yes. Third-Kazakage was taken by Orochimaru , Hatake Sakumo, Jiraiya and Uchiha Tatsumi were taken prisoners, and then Hidden Sand Village surrendered and the agreement has just been signed."

"The defeat of Hidden Sand was expected." Madara showed a clear expression. , And then shake one's head again, disdainfully said: "This Third-Kazakage is really a loser, to be getting worse with each generation, I think I and Hashirama back then..."

" Days and nights, and you are the collision of muscles and the competition of souls! I know, you have described it several times."

"..."

No Knowing why, the old man felt that this confined underground space seemed a bit stuffy and hot.

"What about Hidden Cloud Village and Hidden Stone Village?"

"Still fighting." White Zetsu said immediately.

"Onoki, the little demon, really hasn't made any progress."

White Zetsu asked puzzledly: "Then why Madara Lord would help him, if not for you Eight-Tails, maybe this Shinobi World War is over long ago."

"I'm not helping Onoki, but to help all human beings." The old man replied faintly.

He learned from the stone tablet very early that there is no Chakra in Ancient Era.

People can only live on this land like the most ordinary creatures.

Later, Sage of Six-Paths appeared. He spread this invisible power in the mortal world... Therefore, human beings have extraordinary abilities.

Under the leadership of Sage of Six-Paths, humans with Chakra are like gods walking on the ground, building numerous temples for new believers from all over the world to share wisdom and love together.

In that short period of time, humans seemed to sublimate themselves calmly, detached themselves from the imprisonment of the world, and achieved true peace.

However, human beings are fleshy bodies, susceptible to the temptations of arrogance, hatred, anxiety, and greed.

As the years passed, some people began to insult the doctrine of Sage of Six-Paths, distorting and misusing this power for personal desires.

Since then, war has spawned... a more powerful, direct, and destructive power war.

What followed was the fall of mankind.

And, the darkness that lasted for thousands of years.

In Madara's view, Shinobi World War is the Peak of dark expansion.

If human beings want to embrace the light, they must endure the darkness. The deeper the darkness, the greater the pain, and the greater the desire for light.

"And I, Uchiha Madara..." There was a flush of flush on his face. "It will become the existence that lights up the light."

After a long time, the old man sitting on the stone chair by White Zetsu looked no more, and could not help but start to talk and asked: "Madara Lord, Are you asleep?"

"No, what's the matter?"

"The guy named Uchiha Fugaku you asked me to monitor, something happened today."

Then White Zetsu told Madara everything he had seen, including all that Fugaku showed in the battle, vividly and thoroughly, in incomparable detail.

"Finally I went to check and found that the guy was obviously dead, but in the end he came back alive..."

"It's Izanagi." Old man He touched his empty eyes and continued: "This Jutsu, can convert all the damage suffered by Caster, including death, into dreams.

But the price is that the eyes will lose their light forever."

"In that case, why didn't the guy's injury get better? Otherwise I don't need to give him a little Chakra."

"According to your description, he was lying on the ground before making seals. Therefore, Sharingan recorded only the physical condition when lying on the ground, and the injury was also recorded."

"so that's how it is." After White Zetsu got the answer, he was satisfied and nodded, and then asked again Said: "Will you continue to monitor him?"

"Let's watch."

Although Fugaku's left eye is already blind, in Madara's view, it's not What a major event. As long as he is willing, he is a loser and can be trained!

Therefore, strength is not the point. It is good to be strong, but it is okay to be weak. The key is... love.

As long as there is love, the deeper the darkness and the stronger the power of hatred. Coupled with Mangekyo Sharingan, he can walk in Ninja World as his Uchiha Madara substitute and complete Infinite Tsukuyomi Preparations.

Fugaku is a person who has love, otherwise he would not choose to sacrifice himself to protect clansman.

But the only thing Madara was dissatisfied with was that this person wanted to work, but he was a little weak.

If it's just that's all, it's at most a low-profile version of Sarutobi Hiruzen, but the key is...ability is not enough, so you can look forward to it.

For example, in this incident, since you know you have fallen into the trap of Sand Ninja, you should immediately choose to break out of the encirclement. After all, the encirclement was not fully formed at that time, instead of breaking out at the end.

So Madara said and looked, after all, there are still many candidates in his hand.

Even if this generation doesn't work, you can still wait for the next generation ninja to be born, just like that...the last thing he lacks is time!

"How's Nagato?"

"I still live in that small wood house with Yahiko and Konan. While training, I occasionally go to the nearby small town to help those ordinary person."

"Well, it seems that it will take a long time for him to grow up."

"What about Sharingan?"

"Is it collected? They are all placed next to the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path. Do you want to replace them now?"

"I will do it myself, you can continue to monitor."

"Understood." White Zetsu slowly nodded, slowly blending into the ground like mud, disappearing invisible.

After White Zetsu disappeared, Madara slowly stood up, without holding his cane, but walking tremblingly towards the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.

When he touched the body of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, his hands trembled slightly and his face showed a drunken expression.

"Soon...my successor will catch them all...return to your arms."

"At that time‥‥‥"

Madara opened her arms...

"I will be resurrected and re-appear in this world;

I will transform and become the new Sage of Six-Paths;

I will prove that there is only one road to peace;

And Hashirama, he will live forever in my Infinite Tsukuyomi!"

Slowly raising his head, watching the darkness somewhere, a smile slowly appeared on his old face.

I have been waiting for so many years...