"Alone I walk through wind and snow..."
Uchiha Madara donned a cloak and a conical hat, pulling its brim low over his brows. He immediately blended into the vast expanse.
The world was blanketed in white, boundless and majestic, making Uchiha Madara feel even more deeply the inscrutability of Heaven's will.
In this wondrous state of mind, his grasp of both heaven and earth and himself rose to another level.
"The Dark Nether True Art is the true legacy of a Martial Emperor, born from the Eight Divine Arts yet surpassing them in power... Others could beg and seek for it all their lives without obtaining it, yet it fell into my hands with ease. This is the greatest karmic fortune, but though it wishes to give itself to me, I do not think much of it..."
"As for everything else, they are merely trivial details. In short, not only can I not profit from Situ Che, I must instead bestow a small favor upon him..."
"The movements of fate are merely made through another's hand. As long as I do my duty and remain untempted by outside allurements, what is there to fear?"
Uchiha Madara mused inwardly. He had formed his own understanding of the Heavenly Dao.
This Heavenly Dao wanted to give him benefits and send him away, but he would stubbornly refuse to leave. That only proved that what he sought was indeed important—important enough to concern this entire world.
At that moment, the wind and snow before him abruptly ceased, revealing an enormous octagonal tower.
The tower stood at the center of the Sacred City. Massive redwood gates stood open in all eight directions, with countless martial artists entering and exiting through them. Carriages and pedestrians flowed in an endless stream, creating a lively scene.
"Eight-Sided