Passing through the Sanzu River, Naruto Uzumaki and Wood Clone, we stepped into the boundless gray.
The sky here is gray and the ground is pale.
Everything you can see is pale and void, as if time and space have frozen here.
Wood Clone stood still, and he could clearly feel that the Six-Tomoe Rinnegan in his eyes was slightly hot, and the power of his pupils was flowing as if some kind of Shackles had been unlocked.
The pale world in the field of vision is not empty, but is filled with delicate, vein-like energy flows. They are intertwined into a network, quiet and vast.
Is this Pure Land...
"Strange, I'm not Wood Clone, why do I feel like my eyes are getting stronger?"
He whispered to himself, his pupils extending naturally, as if he wanted to integrate into the rules of this world - for a moment, he almost thought he could touch the "authority" of this world and mobilize the silent power here like Natural Energy.
However, when he really tried to pull it, the flowing energy veins suddenly became as heavy as lead, motionless.
A soft but unshakable will envelopes every inch of space, silently rejecting the intervention of outsiders.
Wood Clone took back his hand and shook his head.
Also, how long has Pure Land existed?
Since Sage of Six Paths died, this land of the dead has always been shrouded in his will.
Thousands of years of influence and control have already made this place part of the rules of Sage of Six Paths.
If latecomers want to exercise power here, it is tantamount to trying to rewrite Law in someone else's field.
Moreover, Shinobi World does not have anything like Law. It will be easier to explain if Pure Land is regarded as a Genjutsu space.
"It's really not that simple."
Wood Clone was not impatient, but squatted down and pressed his palms on the seemingly empty "ground" under his feet.
Chakra flows delicately, and a Uzumaki-like Formula is engraved into it.
This was his first footprint in this unknown territory.
After making the mark, Wood Clone straightened up and looked around.
There is no direction, no reference, just endless paleness.
He randomly chose a direction where he felt the energy flow was slightly different, and walked towards it, his figure gradually disappearing into the vastness.
Shortly after Wood Clone left.
Among the paleness, a figure appeared silently. It was a young man wearing a simple white robe, with brown Long Hair hanging down to his shoulders. His face was gentle, but there was a calmness that had accumulated over the years between his eyebrows.
He stepped barefoot on the "ground" and made no sound as he walked.
He stopped where Naruto left Flying Thunder God Mark and stared down.
After a moment, he knelt down, stretched out his slender fingers, and pressed softly an inch away from the mark.
The fingertips did not touch it, but the Uzumaki mark seemed to be affected by some kind of reaction and lit up slightly.
Asura slowly retracted his hand and frowned.
"The breath of the living..."
He whispered softly, with obvious confusion and wariness in his voice.
The pure soul Sensing told him that the existence that left this mark was not a dead soul, but a living person with burning vitality and powerful Chakra fluctuations.
The breath was fresh and hot, which was incompatible with the quiet tone of Pure Land Eternity.
"Pure Land How come a living person appears?"
Asura stood up and looked in the direction Wood Clone left.
Although there still seems to be only a blank space, in his special Sensing, a clear "track" belonging to the living is extending deep into the Pure Land, like a faint but unignorable different color on the pure white canvas.
He didn't hesitate and stepped forward.
The pace seemed smooth and calm, but the pale "earth" under his feet changed subtly with his steps.
It's not that he is moving quickly, but that the space itself is gently folding and shortening under his feet.
This is Ninjutsu as he travels in this vast world with complex terrain Pure Land.
Within a few breaths, the exploring figure of Golden ahead was already very close.
Wood Clone suddenly stopped.
It's not something he saw, but an intuition tempered by countless battles.
Something is approaching at great speed from behind!
There was no murderous intention, no Chakra explosion, only a quiet sense of existence that blended in like a background, which was not keenly captured by him until he reached a certain critical distance.
There is no looking back, no Hand Seals.
He didn't even mobilize Chakra.
With just a flip of his wrist, a slender Wooden Sword instantly formed from Wood Release was slashed backwards with his backhand.
The movement was as smooth as if it had been planned in advance. The blade cut through the pale space, bringing up an almost imperceptible light cyan arc.
"Huh?"
There was a soft sound of surprise from behind.
Wherever the blade crossed, the white figure had disappeared and appeared several meters away.
However, Wood Clone's pupil power clearly captured that the end of the knife tip did pass by a small piece of flying white cloth.
Asura lowered his head and looked at his torn collar. The damage was as neat as a knife.
He raised his hand and lightly dusted his collar.
With this action, the damaged area was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.
"That's awesome."
Asura raised his head and looked at the attacker who finally turned around, with sincere admiration and inquiry in his eyes.
"It does not rely on the sharpness of Chakra, but on the pure and extreme slashing skills and timing...
It can actually scratch my clothes with Wooden Sword.
No, that's not right, it's the application of Wind Release."
You know, the white clothes on his body look ordinary, but in fact they are part of his soul.
Ordinary attacks, even Ninjutsu containing Chakra, cannot easily damage it at all.
Wood Clone had turned around completely at this time, holding Wooden Sword in his hand, and Six-Tomoe Rinnegan was calmly looking at the young man not far away.
When he saw the other person's face clearly, his eyes moved slightly.
Brown hair and white clothes...
"Are you Asura?"
Wood Clone spoke, his tone was not a question, but a confirmation.
All the memories shared from the original body emerge clearly at this moment.
Asura was obviously startled when he heard this. He carefully looked at the blond young man in front of him: the iconic Golden short hair, the symmetrical Six Paths beard lines on his cheeks, and although the original blue eyes had turned into strange Rinnegans with six Tomoes, that face...
"You are...Naruto Uzumaki!"
Asura The doubts in his eyes quickly turned into reality, and even brought a hint of surprise and curiosity.
Although the image is different from the Young Naruto Ninja that his father Sage of Six Paths once "showed" to him in some way, the core characteristics have not changed.
The way he knew about Naruto Uzumaki was mainly through his father's report.
But he himself has not directly communicated with the consciousness of Naruto.
What remains in Naruto's body is only the reincarnation of a part of Chakra that he dispersed. Before returning to the soul body, he cannot know the experience and knowledge of Chakra at the same time.
Therefore, his understanding of Naruto was more like reading a brief report from afar and handed over by his father.
But at this moment, the protagonist in the report is alive, even with a pair of peculiar Rinnegan, in the form of Wood Clone, stepping into the Pure Land he has guarded for thousands of years.
Asura took a gentle step forward, and the pale space seemed to create invisible ripples under his feet.
The gentle smile on his face remained unchanged, but his eyes became deep and focused, like Uzumaki hidden under the calm surface of the lake.
"Father has mentioned you many times."
His voice was calm, but it carried an indescribable weight, "But I never thought that you would arrive in this way..."
I never expected that your eyes would look like this."
His eyes fell on the Six-Tomoe Rinnegan of Naruto Wood Clone. The bright red background and the slowly rotating Tomoe seemed to reflect some kind of cause and effect and power beyond the ordinary.
"Can you tell me, Naruto."
Asura tilted her head slightly, her brown hair sliding over her shoulders.
"As a living person, why can you travel through Iwaya Slope? And why are these eyes so similar to Rinnegan."
The moment the words fell, the pale nothingness around him seemed to become thicker and more concrete.
It's not oppression, but a silent questioning, as if the entire Pure Land world is waiting for the intruder's answer.
Wood Clone gripped Wooden Sword in his hand, and Tomoe in Six-Tomoe Rinnegan slowly accelerated its rotation.
He could feel that the seemingly gentle son of Sage of Six Paths in front of him had already reached the threshold of the Six Paths level by his very existence.
The strength should still be above Hashirama.
But if you want to kill yourself, it's still not enough.
"I'm here to find answers.
About the past, about the future, about how to break some seemingly destined reincarnation trajectories."
He met Asura's deep gaze, Tomoe in his eyes flashing with determination.
"Golden Eagle will continue to struggle even if he is trapped in a cage. Even if he knocks himself to death, he still longs for freedom."