But his thoughts drifted back to Orochimaru.
At this moment, Orochimaru and he were the only two people in the secret chamber. There was a rule in the chamber. The rule revolved around the living. Before the living man sat someone on a platform, but that was a dead man. A dead man could not possibly count as a deceased Kimimaro.
Since he was already dead, he naturally could no longer be called human, so there were only two people in this secret chamber.
Impure World Reincarnation!
Orochimaru formed an unknown number of hand seals, then looked at the dead man before him and suddenly shouted. The soil on the ground began to churn, swiftly engulfing the unnamed living man's body. The man's eyes widened, but he made no sound as the filthy earth surrounded him.
At this moment, only one living person remained in the secret chamber.
But it was not over yet!
After the filth swept over the living man, it transformed into Kimimaro's dead body.
Although there were no ropes binding the corpse, he could not struggle. He was dead, after all, and could only allow the soil to crawl over his body.
Whoosh...
Yet after the soil covered Kimimaro's body, his body suddenly moved. Then, with two cracking sounds, Kimimaro slowly opened his eyes...
"Welcome back."
A hoarse voice rang out in the secret chamber. It was Orochimaru's voice.
At this moment, Mirai stood in the plain garden. Naturally, he was positioned by the Rainbow Grass, directly in front of the Sword Intent Divine Grass, his face full of conflict.
"What should I do? What should I do? I really want to take it for myself..."
Mirai muttered, his fingers becoming increasingly restless as they naturally moved toward the Sword Intent Divine Grass.
"Mr.