Madara Uchiha, who was on Tamura Hiroshi's mind, felt very puzzled at the moment. He could sense that his body was failing and reaching its limit, and his consciousness had even slipped into darkness multiple times, yet he still had not obtained that Power of All Creation.
Although the chakra within his body and Hashirama's chakra no longer clashed as violently as they had in the beginning, they remained in a state of opposition without the slightest sign of fusion, let alone giving birth to the Power of All Creation.
Hashirama, did I still fail?
The image of his close friend involuntarily surfaced in Madara Uchiha's mind, filled with reluctance.
He had plotted so much just to prove his own correctness, but the result had turned out to be a joke.
Today, the ninja world only remembered Hashirama Senju, the First Hokage and God of Shinobi; who still remembered Madara Uchiha, the rose that danced upon the battlefield!
Yet no amount of reluctance could alter the aging and even decay of his body.
Amidst this reluctance, his consciousness gradually plunged into darkness, and his soul also left his body to head toward the legendary Pure Land.
Was it a failure? Or...
Black Zetsu, who had been hiding in the shadows and monitoring the situation, whispered inwardly. He sensed Madara Uchiha's death; his bodily life force had dissipated and his soul had departed along with it—this was true death.
Yet at that very moment, Madara Uchiha's soul suddenly returned to his body, and the dojitsu power in his eyes underwent a transformation, or rather, gained an additional, higher-level dojitsu power.
As expected!
Sensing Madara Uchiha's sudden shift, Black Zetsu muttered that it was as expected, then withdrew his gaze and concealed himself completely.
He could monitor the previous Madara Uchiha at