Deep within the Pure Land.
Hagoromo Otsutsuki knelt on one knee in the void.
He panted heavily, ripples of dissolution spreading along the edges of his soul.
How was this possible?
He gripped the Six Paths Staff tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
It had only been a clash of gazes.
Yet the divine sense he had maintained in the Pure Land for a thousand years had been effortlessly shredded, as though cutting through withered grass!
The other party had not even used ninjutsu.
That overwhelming ocular power alone had forcibly severed his observation of the living world.
A monstrous tide surged within Hagoromo Otsutsuki's heart.
That was absolutely not power that should exist in this world!
That aura, that incomparably pure source of Senjutsu, clearly carried the weight of another dimension.
"Parallel World..."
Hagoromo Otsutsuki murmured.
Having lived for a thousand years, he naturally understood the mysteries of countless parallel space-times existing throughout the universe.
Yet no one had ever crossed dimensions in their true body and descended by force!
What was more.
The other party possessed absolute strength that crushed his own.
No.
Hagoromo Otsutsuki forcibly steadied his soul body.
The living world was in imminent danger. He had to do something.
He abruptly rose and turned to look deeper into the Pure Land.
That was where the moon's projection lay.
"I have to find Hamura."
Hagoromo Otsutsuki gritted his teeth.
He alone could never contend against that descending monster.
Only by joining forces with his brother and borrowing the source power of the entire Pure Land might they have a sliver of hope.
Forest of Death.
Chiba floated in midair.
He slowly withdrew his gaze, the red glow fading from his Six-Tomoe Rinnegan.
That rat in the Pure Land had already been warned