The tens of billions of survivors of Ancient Takamagahara's great war now hung all over the trunks of the Sacred Tree Forest, wrapped in thick cocoons. The horrifying sight shook Ryushiki to his core!
"White Zetsu... what are they?"
Ubiji stepped forward. "As the Divine Tree grows, it can absorb the earth's essence without limit. But this ability weakens as the Chakra Fruit develops. To reclaim the chakra scattered among living beings, it must rely on the Infinite Tsukuyomi."
"But no one ever imagined that a technique meant to reclaim chakra would produce White Zetsu as a by-product. During the great war, the emergence of this secret weapon spared our clan countless casualties!"
Ryushiki's hands clenched involuntarily. "Reclaiming chakra and mass-producing soldiers were desperate measures during the great war. Now the war is over, and our clan no longer has any outside enemies. Why are we still committing such atrocities?"
"Atrocities? Not necessarily." Ubiji sighed. "The power to grant life or deal death is a right heaven bestows upon the strong. How they use it is their own business..."
"In fact, after the great war ended, our clan had three different views on how to deal with Takamagahara's survivors."
"First, kill them all and eliminate any future threat. It was the simplest method, with no risks, but no benefits either."
"Second, use Infinite Kotoamatsukami to erase their hostility and make them our vassals, serving our clan for generations."
"But to maximize future gains, we ultimately adopted the third and cruelest plan: cast Infinite Tsukuyomi, reclaim all of humanity's chakra, and turn their bodies into mass-produced soldiers unrestricted by Soul Rings, absolutely loyal, and endowed with multiple talents-White Zetsu!"
Ubiji raised his eyes and gazed inscrutably at the white cocoons. "Don't underestimate their fighting power. If all these White Zetsu mature