Uchiha Madara was even more astonished now. Everything that had happened today was enough to make his head spin.
Could this innocent, beautiful little girl before him actually be one of the ancient magical beasts spoken of in the legends of the Elzeran Continent?
How was that possible? Uchiha Madara had already used his Sharingan to confirm it. This little girl was absolutely not under any illusion—this was her true form.
"Did you mistake her for someone else?" Uchiha Madara asked, looking at the old man. "I already confirmed it with my eyes. There's nothing wrong with this little girl. Are you sure you haven't mistaken her?"
Uchiha Madara had immense confidence in his Sharingan. He believed nothing could escape his eyes; to him, illusions did not exist in this world.
"This isn't an illusion," the old man said to Uchiha Madara. "I know those eyes of yours can see through the truth, but this is what it looks like now."
"I believe I told you before, young man. Its body is like countless tentacles, and every tentacle has a face growing on it. It can turn into any face, and completely transform its body into that person," the old man said.
"No matter how sharp your eyes are, you won't be able to see through it, because this is its true form," the old man told Uchiha Madara.
Only after hearing the old man's words did Uchiha Madara understand what had happened. This was not an illusion, but shapeshifting.
Uchiha Madara finally understood why his eyes had failed to see through it. It had transformed itself into this form; it had not deceived his eyes.
"I never expected you to know so much about me. It seems that over all these years, you really have collected quite a bit,"