Meanwhile, Jigen stood frozen in place, maintaining the exact posture from the split second before he was pulled into the domain.
A chilling coldness and a trace of unmasked shock still lingered on his face.
He had not lost consciousness, nor was he physically bound.
On the contrary, his mind was operating at an unprecedented speed, processing information.
However, that was precisely where the problem lay.
Within this Infinite Void domain, his five senses, his thoughts, and even his most microscopic conscious thoughts were being forcibly flooded with the near-infinite information of this realm.
For the simple instruction of "moving a finger" to be transmitted and executed by his body, his brain first needed to process countless irrelevant yet overwhelmingly real fragments of information.
It might be the birth process of some distant galaxy, the state of every single particle of the "ground" beneath his feet at that very moment, or billions of different interpretations of the concept of "void" flowing through the air—the information was endless, and the inflow speed far exceeded his processing capacity.
The result was that he was not "unable to move," but rather "stuck in place."
Because every single thought of "wanting to act" was drowned in the torrent of information, infinitely diluted and delayed.
His consciousness was trapped in a "present moment" where his sense of time was infinitely stretched and his thoughts were infinitely packed. To the outside world, he looked like an exquisite sculpture.
"Teuchi! He can't move!" Naruto shouted in surprise, a surge of anger flaring up immediately after. "This bastard who hurt Teacher Jiraiya! Take this!"
He formed hand seals, preparing to use a Shadow Clone combined with a Rasengan to attack.
"Wait, Naruto." Teuchi's voice echoed within the empty domain, gentle yet carrying an unquestionable power.
He gently raised