After crossing the Sanzu River, Naruto Uzumaki's Wood Clone stepped into an endless expanse of gray and white.
The sky was gray, and the ground was pale white.
Everywhere he looked was a pale void, as though time and space had frozen here.
The Wood Clone stopped. He could clearly feel the Six-Tomoe Rinnegan in his sockets growing slightly hot, its ocular power surging as though some shackle had been undone.
The pale world before him was not empty. It was filled with delicate, vein-like currents of energy, interwoven into a tranquil, boundless web.
Was this the Pure Land...?
"Strange. Aren't I a Wood Clone? Why does it feel like my eyes are getting stronger?"
He murmured to himself, his ocular power extending naturally, as though seeking to merge with the rules of this world-for an instant, he almost thought he could touch this world's "authority" and command its dormant power as he would natural energy.
Yet when he actually tried to draw upon it, those flowing veins of energy abruptly became as heavy as lead, refusing to budge.
A gentle yet unshakable will enveloped every inch of space, silently rejecting the outsider's interference.
The Wood Clone withdrew his hand and shook his head.
Of course. How long had the Pure Land existed?
Ever since the Sage of Six Paths had died, this final resting place of the dead had remained under his will.
A thousand years of influence and control had long since made this place part of the Sage of Six Paths' rules.
For a newcomer to wield authority here was no different from trying to rewrite the laws within someone else's domain.
Besides, the Shinobi World had no such thing as laws of that sort. It was easier to explain if he treated the Pure Land as