The jade staffs behind Nagato spun rapidly, reflecting the raging flames in his eyes.
What Madara had shattered with a casual gesture was more than the White Fang's corpse. He had shattered the iron law of the ninja world that everyone believed in!
Nagato's floating body suddenly paused, and the Rinnegan in his eyes burned with frenzied hope.
He stared fixedly at Gen Taku, his voice hoarse as if he had endured a thousand years of pain. With a desperate plea that could tear through the heavens, he shouted, "Collector! Since you can transcend the fate of the White Fang's death... then Nagato?!"
Nagato's breathing quickened. The eight jade staffs surrounding him trembled violently with his emotions, and the Six Paths' black rods gave off a low hum.
"Tell me! Can I also break the cage of the dead? Can I also... be reborn?!"
Gen Taku leaned against the stone throne, looking at the hope burning fiercely in Nagato's Rinnegan. A mocking curve rose at the corner of his mouth.
"The boundary between life and death is nothing more than a lock forged by mortals themselves." He deliberately paused, his gaze piercing through the purple light in Nagato's eyes.
"You have already stepped into the Six Paths' domain. You can even glimpse the world beyond death.
"Moreover, since you possess the Rinnegan, Nagato's height is but a step away from you."
Gen Taku's words stabbed into Nagato's heart like icy blades. The overwhelming idea of "transcending life and death" sprouted like a dead tree in spring.
Then Gen Taku chuckled and spoke again.
"As for how to revive Nagato, surely you understand that better than anyone now, don't you?"
At those words, Nagato's body floating among the jade staffs visibly trembled.
Soil turning to life, the eyes granting heavenly life.