"As long as you're alive, that's the greatest help you can give me. I don't want the person I worked so hard to save using the two most precious things I had—the Divine Tree and Hashirama Cells—to be unable to live properly," Uchiha Madara said.
"I understand. Then let's talk about this another time." Xiao Sang turned and walked out. "Get some good rest. Good night."
"When will I be able to go back..." Watching Xiao Sang leave, Uchiha Madara lay alone on the bed, lost in thought.
At that moment, Uchiha Madara realized he had not heard anything from Scenery and the others over the past two days. He had originally intended to contact them, but since it was already the middle of the night, he decided to sleep and wait until morning.
He had been in this world for quite some time now. This wondrous world had left Uchiha Madara with countless astonishing impressions. He had never imagined that there could be other worlds beyond his own.
So, apart from his own world and this one, could there be countless other worlds as well?
At that moment, Uchiha Madara suddenly felt small, drifting through such a world.
Uchiha Madara thought again of that little glowing stone. Why had so many monsters slaughtered each other over it? Why did anyone with desire in their heart want to claim it for themselves the moment they saw it? What exactly was that stone?
Although Uchiha Madara still did not know what the stone was, the ominous premonition it gave him made him deeply believe that the world would someday be thrown into chaos because of it.
With countless thoughts running through his mind, Uchiha Madara gradually drifted into sleep. He had a complicated dream—his world intertwining with this one, Xiao Sang's