Madara asked in a deep voice, while Mingye answered with a soft laugh.
"Perhaps the Sage of Six Paths never died!"
Hearing Mingye's seemingly joking words, Madara retorted with a hint of mockery.
"Mingye, if the Sage of Six Paths never died, would the world be as chaotic as it is today?!"
"Things reverse when they reach an extreme. This chaotic age will not last much longer. People grow tired too. Once their exhaustion reaches its limit, compromises will emerge—one compromise after another—and a new order will inevitably follow. Chaos will always be replaced by people!"
It was better to guide than to block. Even someone as powerful as the Sage of Six Paths, capable of destroying heaven and earth, could not control the direction of people's hearts. Of course, it was also possible that the Sage of Six Paths' era had greatly feared his mother's chaotic rule. If he ruled again, his own loneliness might make him think he would follow in his mother's footsteps. Even without all that, his identity alone would make humanity resent him.
Mingye believed that this was precisely why the Sage of Six Paths had made an extremely wise yet cruel decision: to unleash the fear, hatred, and madness in everyone's hearts, making the world even more chaotic, while also adding something like oil to a fire—something good, yet exceptionally cruel in an age of chaos. That thing was chakra.
It had always been a world where people killed people. Once people discovered that learning ninjutsu would allow them to kill more people and become stronger, how humanity would act was self-evident. No matter how lofty the excuse—some so-called hope of chakra connecting hearts and bodies—it was all meant to conceal the cruelty beneath that prosperity and glory.
When people learned chakra, their first