Ever since that earth-shattering slash, which had appeared out of nowhere and caused an uproar across the Shinobi World.
Some time had passed.
During this period, the entire Shinobi World was steeped in a stifling atmosphere. Ninjas from every village and organization did not dare act rashly. From time to time, they would look up at the sky in terror, becoming increasingly suspicious.
Rumble!
Another shockwave suddenly burst from a spatial rift, frightening the nearby people into fleeing with practiced ease. Only after escaping far away did they dare turn back to observe.
"Again?"
"We got lucky this time. It didn't reach us, or we'd all be dead."
"Damn it, it's been so long already. What exactly is going on? Who keeps attacking the Shinobi World?"
Many ninjas gritted their teeth in hatred.
These days of constant dread had continued for quite some time.
None of them knew what was happening. They could only guess that some unknown being was making a move.
Some even believed it was a deliberate form of attack, leaving everyone in a state of panic.
Only the top figures of the various powers had barely pieced together some clues.
"It's clearly another dimension, but we have no way to pinpoint which one."
"A battle of this level is at least Super-Kage-level. Are unknown Ōtsutsuki retaliating against us?"
"Interesting. It still isn't over? This is almost on par with that battle from back then."
During this time, Isshiki occasionally awoke and coldly watched the location of the Pure Land.
That damned place was the work of descendants left behind by that vile bitch. If not for this incident, Isshiki truly would not have paid much attention to the movements of a bunch of dead people.
Konoha.
"...Is that so? Even you don't know what's going on?"