Madara's Memories

"This is the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path. The Uchiha Clan's stone tablet records the secret of Infinite Tsukuyomi. I thought you had already seen it."

Madara Uchiha's expression, which had always been as still as an ancient well, showed a trace of remembrance, as if he had recalled something. "I heard that you married Hashirama's granddaughter and formed an alliance with the Senju. You also took control of the Hyuga recently. Becoming Hokage is only a thought away for you.

"You should be the Uchiha closest to becoming Hokage. When I left back then, I foresaw the Uchiha's decline, but I never expected you to appear.

"The Uchiha are famous for their geniuses, but there has never been anyone as calm and rational as you. I heard you awakened the Mangekyo and even the Eternal Mangekyo, yet you didn't follow the method on the stone tablet to open your eyes. You truly don't seem like an Uchiha.

"It's a pity that by the time I discovered you, I didn't have much time left. And you... were stronger than I expected. Young Uchiha, perhaps you can lead the Uchiha down a different path."

Madara Uchiha spoke in a slow, hoarse voice. With his aged appearance and the difficulty he had even speaking, he looked like an ordinary old man in the twilight of his life.

"None of that matters. What matters is, who are you?"

Gu Sheng turned his gaze back and coldly studied Madara Uchiha. "If I'm not mistaken, you're an old fellow from the Sengoku era, using that thing to barely cling to life here. Of the old Uchiha from the Sengoku era, only a few are still alive, and most of them are in Konoha.

"The corpses of those who have died are generally buried in