Indra, on the other hand, seemed to have been deliberately spared the deadly sound-wave attack!
Standing inside his purple Susanoo Armor, he showed no sign of pain. He simply gazed calmly down at the hellish scene below, then raised his eyes to the Black Susanoo Armor towering between heaven and earth—and to the boy at its brow, the one in control of everything: Uchiha Genki.
There was no longer any resentment or stubborn defiance in his eyes. In their place was an intense sense of kinship and yearning, as if he could see in Genki the person he might have become if his father hadn't interfered all those years ago—the one who mastered his power and achieved his ideals!
"Father! You were wrong!" Indra suddenly turned, his gaze fixed on Hagoromo Otsutsuki below. His voice brimmed with anger and grievance suppressed for a thousand years as he roared,
"If you hadn't interfered, if you hadn't favored Asura, if you hadn't denied my power and ideals, I could have brought a thousand years of peace to the Shinobi World! There wouldn't have been so many wars and sacrifices!"
Across from him, Hagoromo Otsutsuki watched the apocalyptic scene, the people struggling in agony, and Hashirama and Asura being disrupted by the sound waves. His expression grew utterly grave.
He knew he could no longer hold back. Otherwise, the entire Shinobi World would be reduced to ashes!
He slowly closed his eyes. A pattern of interlocking yin-and-yang fish gradually appeared on his forehead, glowing with a gentle yet immensely powerful light. The Six Paths Chakra surrounding him surged in an instant, reaching an unprecedented peak.
The next moment, Hagoromo snapped his eyes open. The purple gleam of his Rinnegan reflected the yin-and-yang pattern on his forehead. He slowly raised his left hand, and