After hearing him out, Orochimaru stared at the clan head for a long while before finally shaking his head.
He did not know whether Chakra itself carried some kind of spiritual contamination, but this world always seemed to produce extremists like these.
From Madara Uchiha to Obito Uchiha and Nagato in later generations, they were all the same.
When they found cockroaches in the house, their first thought was not to buy insecticide, but to build a nuclear bomb and blow the house—and the entire building—into the sky.
"Have you not looked at the situation on the ground for a long time?"
Orochimaru rose from the dilapidated stone chair and asked the clan head.
The clan head froze at those words.
"Uh... it has probably been five years..."
The clan head answered. Five years ago, the world on the ground should still have been caught in war.
"Five years... that is already a long time..."
Orochimaru nodded, grabbed the clan head, and activated Flying Thunder God once more.
Space twisted like a stretched rubber band.
The next second, deafening noise crashed into the clan head's ears like a Tsunami.
Beep beep—
The piercing honking of cars mixed with pop music blasting from the large speakers of roadside shops, along with the roar of massive steam turbines running in the distance.
The clan head stumbled and nearly lost his footing.
He opened his pure white eyes and stared fixedly at everything before him.
There were no muddy dirt roads, no run-down wooden houses.
A broad, flat asphalt road stretched before him, with four-wheeled steel machines racing across it.
Towering buildings rose on both sides of the street, their outer walls fitted with enormous glass curtain walls that reflected the blinding sunlight.
There were even airships drifting slowly through the air, trailing