Silver moonlight shone straight down to the earth, the thick pillar of light illuminating everything around it.
But soon, the pillars vanished without a trace, and three figures emerged from the thick column of light.
"Finally back?"
Xia Yan raised his head and sensed his surroundings, then looked up at the sky.
It was dusk here as well. Stars dotted the moonlit sky, and a bright moon hung high overhead.
Looking at that radiant moon, Xia Yan finally felt completely at ease.
Especially after sensing quite a few of his Flying Thunder God marks, he knew he had returned to the shinobi world.
Xia Yan had spent over a month on the moon.
And for that entire month or so, he had either been an invalid or blind. He was beginning to wonder whether he and the moon were simply incompatible.
Looking back now, Xia Yan truly felt that his experiences on the moon had been far from pleasant.
No matter how much he had gained, he still felt that way.
He had fought the Lunar Natives as soon as he arrived, then needed to recuperate because he had overexerted himself.
With Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju's help, he had finally made it through a week and gained quite a few benefits.
Yet when he absorbed the Tenseigan's power, some unimaginable problems arose again.
He did not know whether the Tenseigan had been pent up for too long or whether his ability to adjust his Jōgan's chakra fluctuations had made it feel it had encountered one of its own.
And since this fellow being was so weak, it had chosen to give Xia Yan a good helping hand.
That had truly left Xia Yan dumbfounded. Not just dumbfounded-it had even made him "blind."
Xia Yan himself did not know exactly