The towering tree grew larger in everyone's sight as they continued onward, finally reaching the ruins of what had once been Konoha in this Ninja World.
Only then did Namikaze Minato and the others truly grasp the God Tree's dimensions: over two kilometers in diameter and nearly twenty kilometers tall. It was a world tree in every sense.
Suddenly, Uchiha Mai, who was walking ahead, slowly raised his head and cast a penetrating glance toward the God Tree's crown, his gaze spanning dozens of kilometers.
At the focal point of Uchiha Mai's gaze stood Six Paths Madara, who had already become the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki. He held the Six Paths Staff, wore the Six Paths Robe, and had nine black Truth-Seeking Orbs floating behind him.
His pale hair streamed in the wind as Six Paths Madara stood on a branch of the God Tree. His pale purple Rinnegan and the blood-red Rinne Sharingan on his forehead turned, directing his gaze toward Uchiha Mai dozens of kilometers away.
"You finally came, Mai." Six Paths Madara parted his lips slightly in greeting.
Uchiha Mai's Saint Seiya-level eyesight allowed him to see Six Paths Madara's lips move clearly and decipher his words through lip-reading.
His Saint Seiya-level hearing also allowed him to hear Madara's footsteps clearly—outwardly indifferent, but in truth brimming with fighting spirit and anticipation.
"He's seen us," Uchiha Mai warned the others, stopping in his tracks.
Did reaching the Six Paths level make someone a god? Uchiha Mai thought so. At least in the Naruto world, they qualified as demigods at a minimum. His reverential reference to Six Paths Madara was a mark of respect.
"What?"
Namikaze Minato and the others stared in astonishment toward the point where Uchiha Mai's gaze rested. It was at least a dozen kilometers away. How had