Mortal Flesh

As the cracks continued to widen, dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from within.

The Sage of Six Paths, who had just begun to feel somewhat relieved, immediately grew uneasy again at the sight.

Could my earlier guess have been wrong?

It wasn't shrinking in range—it was gathering power?

The moment that thought surfaced, the Sage of Six Paths nearly lost it. After doing so much, it had all been useless. He had been celebrating for nothing. It was downright humiliating.

Impossible, impossible. What power could something like this possibly gather? I definitely cracked it. This golden light is just the last of its residual energy leaking out. It's just a final flash before death—nothing to worry about.

Well, he had even said "a final flash before death." Some people called others stubborn to their faces, yet were just as stubborn behind the scenes, unwilling to believe the facts right before their eyes.

Kaguya Otsutsuki still looked as cold and detached as ever on the surface, but she had already begun calculating inwardly. If Uchiha Qingfeng emerged with the same strength as before, should she protect him a little? After all, he carried quite a few secrets and might prove useful.

And if he had grown stronger—if he had entered the Six Paths level—should she try to win him over? Formally make him an ally?

But after thinking for a long time, she still could not figure out what Uchiha Qingfeng wanted. His deal with Black Zetsu back then had been simple: one side called the other father, and the other side helped save his mother.

A completely fair, impartial, open, and transparent transaction. It had not revealed Uchiha Qingfeng's true purpose in the slightest.

So what exactly did he want?

"Xiao Hei, do you know what Uchiha Qingfeng really