Six Paths: Reincarnation Samsara Technique!

Mito Uzumaki stood there, still poised and gentle. She nodded softly, and a silent understanding flowed between the two of them, transcending the divide between life and death.

"Six Paths: Reincarnation Samsara Technique!"

Hagoromo Otsutsuki's furious roar rang out again. The mark on his forehead flared brilliantly, and his purple Rinnegan flew wide open. World-destroying Pupil Power erupted from his eyes as golden and violet Chakra intertwined and swept across the battlefield like a tidal wave!

This was not the ordinary Six Paths Samsara Rebirth Technique, but a forbidden technique far beyond it—one capable of overturning the laws of life and death: the Six Paths: Reincarnation Samsara Technique!

The blinding light forced everyone to shut their eyes instinctively.

When the radiance faded, everyone was seized by utter shock—the soul phantoms that had just emerged had all condensed into physical forms;

Even the four Hokage who had previously been summoned through Impure World Reincarnation, along with Madara Uchiha, had completely broken free of the Impure World's restraints and been truly resurrected!

Madara Uchiha flexed his hands, feeling the genuine flow of Chakra within his body. Then he touched his cheek, and the warmth beneath his fingers was incomparably clear.

He turned toward Hagoromo Otsutsuki, his brow deeply furrowed, his eyes filled with doubt and vigilance. "Sage of Six Paths, what is this...?"

Just then, two immense presences descended from the sky. Everyone looked up to see two figures slowly appear.

The man on the left wore a pure white robe, gentle yet resolute Chakra swirling around him. His features bore some resemblance to Hashirama Senju's. He was the Sage of Six Paths' younger son—Asura;

The man on the right wore a grayish-white robe. His aura was cold and arrogant, and the defiance between his brows was identical to Madara Uchiha's. He was the elder son, Indra.

"Everyone, now is not the time for questions!" Hagoromo Otsutsuki's voice rang out again, carrying an unquestionable urgency. "That young man is far from as simple as he appears!

Every inch of his aura is steeped in the despair and wails of a world's destruction!

If we still cannot put aside our grudges and fight with everything we have, then before long, the Shinobi World beneath our feet will follow that world's path and be utterly destroyed!"

His words were like a thunderclap exploding violently within everyone's hearts.

A flicker of emotion passed through Madara Uchiha's eyes. He looked at Izuna Uchiha, who was still bewildered beside him, then at the friends and enemies alike who had returned from the dead. The turmoil brought by his resurrection gradually settled, replaced by an unprecedented gravity.

More than anyone, he understood what the destruction of the world meant—it was an ending where even revenge would become impossible.

Izuna Uchiha hurried to Madara Uchiha's side and gently tugged at his sleeve, his voice full of confusion. "Brother, what exactly is going on? Wasn't I... already dead? Where is this? Why is everyone...?"

"Izuna." Madara Uchiha took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart. He patted his younger brother on the shoulder, his expression grim as iron. "It's too much to explain right now. In any case, the trouble we're facing is more terrifying than anything before."

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze swept the surroundings before landing on a trembling White Zetsu not far away.

That White Zetsu held a Rinnegan glowing with purple light in its hand—one of the eyes Madara Uchiha had previously lost.

Madara Uchiha moved, appearing before White Zetsu in an instant. He casually snatched the Rinnegan away and, without the slightest hesitation, pressed it into his right eye.

Now that he had been resurrected and freed from the state of Impure World Reincarnation, the Rinnegan he had originally transplanted had vanished. But the instant the eyeball settled into its socket, familiar Pupil Power surged forth once more, and the Rinnegan's ripples emerged clearly in his eye.

"The other one... is still in that brat Obito's eye." Madara Uchiha murmured, his gaze darkening. He could sense that familiar Chakra fluctuation, but it was unusually chaotic now. Clearly, the disturbance outside had also alarmed those within the Kamui Dimension.

At the same time, inside the Kamui Dimension.

Fragments of space floated everywhere, while razor-sharp wind blades sliced through the air. Kakashi and Obito Uchiha darted through them at high speed, Lightning Release and Fire Release colliding again and again in deafening explosions.

Kakashi gripped his kunai tightly, his gaze sharp as an eagle's. Every attack targeted Obito's vital points, and he did not dare relax in the slightest—he knew Obito's strength too well. One misstep, and he would be the one to die.

But at that moment, Obito's movements suddenly halted. The Chakra around him abruptly fell into disorder. Frowning, he tilted his head as though sensing something. Extreme shock and confusion flashed through his eyes, and the ruthlessness in his gaze instantly gave way to bewilderment. "What... is this? The Chakra outside... and those presences..."

Seeing the abrupt change in Obito's expression, Kakashi's heart leaped into his throat. His brow tightened, and he gripped his kunai even harder, staring fixedly at his opponent without daring to lower his guard.

He did not know what had happened to Obito, nor did he know what sort of upheaval had occurred outside. But he was certain that something terrifying had happened—the abnormality that could move even Obito was no minor matter.

The silence of the Kamui Dimension intertwined with the undercurrents raging outside. A great battle that would determine the survival of the entire Shinobi World was already upon them.

Hagoromo Otsutsuki's warning was like a red-hot brand, searing itself into the hearts of every resurrected ninja. Even the dust in the air seemed frozen in place beneath that crushing weight.

Madara Uchiha stood where he was, his palm pressed tightly over his restored right eye. The violet glow of the Rinnegan slowly swirled within it, carrying familiar pulses of Pupil Power—this was not the false imitation of power created by Impure World Reincarnation, but a true sensation born of soul and flesh. Every flow of Chakra was clearly perceptible.

He turned to look at Izuna beside him. His younger brother still had the youthful features of a boy. His warm breath brushed Madara's ear, and the heat of his fingertips when they touched was so real that it made his heart tremble.

The ground beneath their feet still quivered with the aftershocks of its cracks, yet it carried the vitality of earth and grass. In the distance, the panting of Allied Shinobi Forces ninja and the choked sobs of reunited friends and family mingled into the most vivid sounds of life—this was not an Impure World illusion, nor the emptiness of a dream. This was the true "living" he had yearned for half his life.

Madara closed his eyes, and the killings and betrayals of the past surged through his mind like a tide.

What he had sought throughout his life had never been to dominate the Shinobi World. He had only wanted to use the Infinite Tsukuyomi to weave an eternal dream without war, betrayal, or the pain of separation and death.

He had watched Uchiha clan members fall amid the flames of war, watched Izuna give his eyes for him, watched the Shinobi World repeat its cycle of hatred—the obsession that drove him had always been "protection." It was only that this protection had been mistaken by the world for ambition and regarded by his enemies as a threat.