Thus, Uchiha Madara set out alone on the road ahead.
Uchiha Madara traveled for two straight days without seeing another person. From the crowds of No Man's Land to this completely deserted place, even he found it rather helpless.
People came and went, bustling with activity.
Everyone took to the road for their own interests. It seemed there was nothing to gain in this place.
Otherwise, there certainly would not have been a single person here.
Still, the scenery here was quite nice. It was spring, and the temperature was just right.
The grass on the ground had only just sprouted, and it felt comfortable beneath his feet.
Looking at the night in this foreign land, with a full moon hanging in the sky and moonlight spilling over the grass, Uchiha Madara felt exceptionally at ease.
It had been a long time since he had felt this relaxed. Although Uchiha Madara knew time was pressing and his steps were swift, the sight before him still refreshed his mind. It was as if he were the only person in the world—no war, no pain.
There was only the moon and the grass.
Uchiha Madara walked slowly through this setting, thinking about his past.
He recalled everyone he had met and everything he had encountered since arriving on the Elzeran Continent.
Although Magic Stones were the most important thing to him right now, he had never expected to encounter so many people and so many events on the Elzeran Continent.
He had originally thought that he would have no attachments after coming to this world, but now Uchiha Madara harbored different thoughts.
Whenever he thought of Magic Stones now, Uchiha Madara would inevitably think of Ci Enyiwu.
Uchiha Madara had discovered something very strange: whenever someone sent by Ci Enyiwu came to