Madara Uchiha

"Wouldn't it be better for someone everyone believes is dead to lie quietly in his coffin?"

Gu Sheng's figure slowly appeared. No one noticed his presence. Ripples spread through the air around him, as if he existed between reality and illusion—a truly wondrous sensation.

This was the border region of the Land of Fire. Because of the war, smoke still hung thickly in the air, and there was no sign of anyone around.

After narrowing his eyes and sensing the area for a while, Gu Sheng headed in one direction. Before long, his figure appeared inside an underground structure. The several white, naked figures in front of him panicked and began running wildly the moment they saw him.

"What's going on?"

Their movements alarmed the old man in the deepest part of the structure—a withered, dying elder whose long hair hung to the ground, with something resembling conduits attached to his back.

"My lord!"

Black Zetsu, who resembled White Zetsu but was not entirely the same, sensed the newcomer and spoke to Madara Uchiha. "That troublesome fellow has arrived. Should we hide for now?"

"So it's him. If it's him, we can't hide."

Madara Uchiha shook his head and forced himself to sit in a more imposing position. "I've wanted to meet this junior myself. Speaking of which, he really is the most suitable candidate for the plan. Unfortunately, he's too strong. At the peak of his life, he probably wouldn't believe in the Infinite Tsukuyomi either."

Madara Uchiha knew very well that if the newcomer's strength was truly as great as the rumors claimed, he had probably read the contents of the Uchiha stone tablet just as he had.

If the other man truly believed in the Infinite Tsukuyomi and intended to carry it out, this Third Shinobi World