"What happens after you die? Who will take over? Will the person who takes over start a war? The history of ninjas is like this - a strong man establishes order, the order collapses after the strong man dies, and then the next strong man establishes a new order, over and over again, never ending. This is the truth of this world."
He stared into Shaoyu's eyes. There was no resentment or unwillingness in those pupils that had faded into black, only an almost stubborn seriousness.
"Only Eye of the Moon Plan can break this cycle. Infinite Tsukuyomi is not an illusion prison, it is liberation."
"Free all human beings from the shackles of desire. There will be no hatred, no war, and no death. Everyone can reunite with the person they most want to see in their dreams."
"You can see the people you lost again, and everyone can see the people they lost again. This is true peace, not a false peace maintained by force, but the ultimate peace that eliminates human desire itself from its roots."
"You are stronger than me. You can do what I can't do. Go and complete Eye of the Moon Plan."
After he said this, his strength was exhausted. He leaned the back of his head on the rock and gasped for air.
In the sunken chest, the broken ribs made a slight friction sound under the skin.
Shaoyu stood in front of him, looking down at him.
He was silent for a while, then shook his head.
"You are so confused, Madara."
Shaoyu's voice is very calm.
"I'll give you a ride."
He squatted down and clenched his right fist.
There is no chakra attached, no blue, no Nine-Tails mode, just pure fists.
This punch hit Madara right above the heart.
The ribs were already broken, and the fist penetrated directly through the sternum and hit the heart. The heart stopped beating.
The last glimmer of light in Uchiha Madara's eyes went out, but the smile with unknown meaning was still hanging on the corner of his mouth.
His body was leaning against the rock fragments, his black hair was scattered among the gravel, and his sunken chest no longer rose and fell.
Shaoyu stood up and looked down at Uchiha Madara's body for a long time.
There was no ridicule, no exclamation, no declaration of victory. Just watching in silence.
The moonlight leaked from the cracks in the barrier and shone on Madara's face. The face that had regained its youth was actually quieter after death than when he was alive.
"After all, he is a hero of a generation."
Shaoyu looked away, lowered his head and glanced at Madara's body again.
The unexplained smile still hangs on the face that has regained its youth, the black hair is scattered among the gravel, and the sunken chest no longer rises and falls.
He turned around and walked away a few steps, closed his right eye, and his chakra penetrated the coordinates of the different space connected to the depths of his pupil.
Kamui Dimension.
As soon as his consciousness penetrated, he heard an extremely dull crashing sound, followed immediately by another sound, with a rhythm as steady as a pile driver.
Mahoraga is working.
The gray-white giant fist was raised high and punched down.
Black Zetsu was hammered into a pile of black pancakes. The next second, the black semi-fluid gathered back into a human shape. Before he could stand still, he was punched down again.
Its body keeps repeating this cycle under Mahoraga's fist.
Smash it flat, gather it together, smash it flat, gather it together. Every time it gathers it, it consumes a bit of its origin, but the consumption is so small that it doesn't care much about it.
It has lived for thousands of years, from the time of Kaguya to the present. This little physical pain is nothing.
"It's useless."
Black Zetsu came back after being smashed again, his voice was still so gloomy, "I told you, you can't hurt me. It's no use trapping me here for a thousand years."
Mahoraga didn't answer and punched him again.
Black Zetsu gave up on communicating with this brainless shikigami and began to wander farther away along the gray-white cube ground of Kamui Dimension.
Its speed is not slow, and the black semi-fluid slides against the surface of the blocks, shuttling in the gaps between blocks, but the entire edge of Kamui Dimension is constantly generating new blocks automatically, and new blocks are generated as far as it swims.
Can't find the exit. It can't get out.
Heavy footsteps came from behind. Mahoraga caught up with him.
Unhurried and unhurried Earth Flow, six arms hanging at the sides, and the eight-hole dharma ring above the head is stable.
The gray-white giant fist was raised again.
Black Zetsu didn't even bother to resist this time, and stood there ready to be hammered.
The only one who can hurt it is Yin-Yang Release, and it knows this very well.
It is the product of Otsutsuki Kaguya Clan's will. It is a pure embodiment of chakra and is essentially different from ordinary White Zetsu and ordinary flesh and blood.
No physical attack, any ninjutsu, or any conventional technique can harm it even a hair.
With this kind of shikigami who can only swing his fist--
A gray-white fist hit its head.
Black Zetsu's head collapsed, and then it felt pain.
It hurts.
A sharp pain that it had not experienced in thousands of years spread from the point where the fist landed along its body, as if someone had thrust a red-hot iron deep into its body.
Mahoraga raised his fist, and there was a trace of undetectable black substance on his fist.
That is its origin, a trace of its origin that was torn off from it by fists.
Black Zetsu's yellow eyes widened.
The brain was running rapidly, and it saw the eight-hole magic ring rotating above Mahoraga's head. The edge of the magic ring lit up with a faint black halo after the punch just now.
It's not Yin-Yang Release, it's not any energy form it recognizes, but there is some weird correspondence between the shape and texture of those haloes and its composition.
It was as if someone was using a precision instrument to repeatedly scan its structure, and then modify the attack wavelength over and over again until they found the precise frequency that could penetrate all defenses.
It's the Dharma Ring! The Dharma Ring is spinning!
Every time the magic ring turns around, the power wrapped around Mahoraga's fist becomes more layered with something it cannot understand.
Adapt. Black Zetsu finally came up with this word in his mind.
Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga, adapted to everything.
It continuously adjusts its energy frequency during the beating process until it finds the precise frequency band that can hurt Black Zetsu.
The punch just now only scraped off a trace of the essence, the next punch will scrape off more, and the next punch will scrape off even more, until it is completely crushed.
Black Zetsu turned around and ran away.
It stopped playing.
It has never been a combat unit. In Black Zetsu's consciousness, any action not aimed at resurrecting his mother is a waste of time.
It slid crazily along the Kamui Dimension block ground, passing through layers of gray-white blocks, more than twice as fast as before.
But Mahoraga's footsteps were right behind it, neither urgent nor slow, always keeping the same distance.
As far as it ran, Mahoraga would follow it. Six faint blue eyes were like six never-extinguished lanterns, shining firmly on it in the gray-white alien space.
The punch has arrived again.
Black Zetsu dodged sideways, hitting its body with its fist and smashing into the ground. The gray-white block was smashed into a deep pit.