As he gazed at the glass bottle containing the Rinnegan, surprise appeared in Orochimaru's eyes.
So this was the Rinnegan!
It was an entirely different kind of power from the Tenseigan.
Orochimaru silently sensed the ocular power emanating from the Rinnegan, and an inexplicable craving suddenly arose within his soul. The source of that craving was precisely the Rinnegan inside the bottle!
The moment that thought emerged, it immediately took root and grew, to the point that Orochimaru's hands could not help reaching toward the mouth of the bottle.
But soon, Orochimaru's expression stiffened, and his face returned to calm.
The owner of these eyes was not him. Even if he rashly chose to transplant them, the only outcome would be for these Rinnegan to drain him dry!
Even with the Uzumaki Clan's immense chakra reserves and vigorous life force, Nagato's body had still ended up in that state... Orochimaru had no desire to follow in his footsteps.
Looking at the crystalline liquid in the glass bottle and the Rinnegan floating up and down within it, Senju Hashirama crouched down and examined it curiously.
"So, these eyes... were formed from Madara's Sharingan combined with my cells?"
Senju Hashirama reached out, wanting to touch the glass bottle, but just as he extended his hand, a stern voice suddenly rang out beside him.
"Brother, this is not the time to play around!"
Tobirama raised his head, his gaze toward Orochimaru filled with approval.
"So you intend to return these Rinnegan to Madara Uchiha, then use him to revive the Ten-Tails. Is that correct?"
Tobirama's expression gradually turned severe, and an astonishing aura suddenly erupted from his body, surging wildly toward Orochimaru.
"Junior, don't you think what you're doing is aiding evil?"
Faced with Tobirama's sudden outburst, a thin sheen of sweat appeared