With the residual life force of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, one could indeed survive indefinitely without eating, just like Uchiha Madara. But how was that any different from being a walking corpse?
Others might be able to endure it, but Ronglin could not. More importantly, he did not want to rely on the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path to improve himself. He feared that he, too, would be unable to resist walking down the same path as Uchiha Madara.
Unable to resist collecting the Tailed Beasts, unable to resist trying to become the Ten-Tails' Jinchuriki, unable to resist relying on the Ten-Tails to raise his strength to the level of the Sage of Six Paths!
There was an enormous risk of becoming a sacrifice for Kaguya Otsutsuki's resurrection. Ronglin did not dare take that risk.
Besides, Ronglin had always believed that Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Obito had only reached the level of the Sage of Six Paths by using the Ten-Tails' Jinchuriki power—a false Sage of Six Paths level, not strength that had truly reached that realm.
Ronglin did not want to raise his strength that way.
Sometimes, time felt unbearably slow, yet at other times, it flew by. In the blink of an eye, an entire day could pass.
That was exactly how it was for Ronglin now. When he had nothing to do, time felt agonizingly slow, but now, it seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye.
Though he did not know exactly how much time had passed, Ronglin could judge from his body's reactions that it was certainly night. The body's functions did not lie.
"Ugh..."
He tossed the tiny bit of emergency rations in his hand into a corner, then sat on the stone cushion with his brows tightly furrowed,