"Th-this... what is this?"
Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, who had already returned to the Pure Land, floated above the Ninjutsu Sect.
He stared dumbfoundedly at the utterly transformed dark sky.
He did not understand! He could not comprehend!
How had the heavens and earth of the Pure Land become so vast in the blink of an eye?
More importantly—most importantly—he could clearly feel it.
He was no longer the master of this Pure Land!
His authority and Divine Power had vanished without a trace.
He could no longer contact the will of the Underworld either.
What exactly had happened?
Just as the Sage of Six Paths was reeling from the shock.
A cold, emotionless voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
"Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, come."
The moment the voice fell.
Pitch-black smoke appeared out of nowhere around Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki.
He was just about to resist on instinct, his Rinnegan already gleaming with purple light.
But he was ultimately swallowed by the Black Mist and vanished without a trace.
Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki first felt his vision go dark, then his sight returned.
Yet it did not feel bright.
Because the surroundings here were also rather dim and chilly.
Black stone slabs, black stone pillars, a black grand hall.
Only the enormous crystal chandelier overhead gave off a faint blue glow.
Adding a touch more coldness to the entire space.
But his gaze was immediately drawn to Dark Imu, seated upon the Ming Sea Black Ice Throne ahead.
"Y-you are Lord Imu?"
Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki hesitated, as this was his first time seeing the other party.
Though their faces were identical, their temperaments and attire were completely different.
The one before him embodied cold ruthlessness, darkness, and evil to the fullest.
Put nicely, he possessed only divinity and no humanity.
That was also why Enma had always