Yuya had already dealt with the God of Death back when he researched and developed the Reaper Death Seal.
The power of the Rinne Sharingan allowed him to access the Netherworld.
It was a realm even lower than the Pure Land.
The next instant, Yuya vanished from the clouds and headed to the Netherworld.
After Yuya disappeared, the entire world had already fallen into panic.
"Conduct yourselves well," words that sounded like the voice of the Great Dao itself, reached everyone's mind,
and echoed endlessly in everyone's heart.
"Could it be... the Heavenly Emperor... is abandoning us?"
"Heavenly Emperor, please don't abandon us... restore the world to its former glory!"
"Heavenly Emperor... come back!"
Countless people wept bitterly at that moment.
Yet the next instant, their expressions gradually turned bewildered and helpless.
"Huh? Third Brother, why are you kneeling?"
Someone asked his companion.
"Aren't you kneeling too? And you're a grown man, yet you're crying?"
"Huh, as if you weren't crying yourself?"
His companion responded with disdain.
The man touched the burning tears on his cheeks, feeling a vague sense of loss.
It was as though something more precious than life had been forgotten at that moment.
Now, everyone's memories of Yuya and the Heavenly Court began to fade,
and they started wondering why they had suddenly knelt down and shed such burning tears.
But soon, as time passed,
their lives would inevitably return to their usual course.
"Hashirama... you remember, don't you... that Dao Body... that voice?"
Madara rose from the ground, his Mangekyo deactivating as a streak of bloody tears ran down his face.
He looked at Hashirama and asked.
"I remember... but I feel like I'll forget soon..."
Hashirama answered, confusion already creeping onto his face.
"I thought of the legend passed down in my clan..."