Summoning the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path; Future Salvation Cannot Quench Present Thirst

Uchiha Ten could not understand the true nature of that "ocean." Perhaps it touched upon the rules governing the world's operation, something beyond his current understanding.

Nor did he know to what extent his Rinnegan could interfere with that mysterious Sea of Souls, or whether it could truly "fish out" and "drag back upstream" a specific existence from the countless light spheres drifting, sinking, and dissolving within it.

Everything was unknown, like probing at the edge of an Abyss with bottomless darkness beneath his feet.

Yet there had never been any such thing as an absolute in this matter.

Before he awakened the Rinnegan, had no one doubted it? Did everyone naïvely believe that an ability originating from another world would definitely be able to perfectly reproduce its original power here, under the rules of Reiki Revival?

No. There were plenty of doubters, and no shortage of rational people.

Many people understood that it might only be a beautiful fantasy, a faint hope founded upon uncertain legends.

Still, compared to unfavorable possibilities filled with uncertainty, people were more willing to believe in and anticipate success.

The resurrection of the dead was perhaps a Realm that could be reached at some point in the future, when civilization had developed to a higher level and individual strength had climbed to an unimaginable Realm.

But how far away was that future?

Ten years? A hundred years? A thousand years? Or even longer?

And by then, even if one possessed the great power to Reverse Life and Death and turn back time and space, summoning back the dead who had long become dust, whose traces of existence had become blurred beyond recognition—what meaning would that have for those living now, who suffered the deaths of those they cared about and searched for a faint