The spatial coordinates solidified deep within Shihōin Naraku's consciousness into an unmistakably clear marker, like the brightest star in the night sky, impossible to mistake no matter how far away it was.
The instant he slipped out of Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha's sight, the space around him had already begun to twist and shift.
In his senses, the world instantly collapsed into a narrow ribbon of light.
The space-time ability he used this time was not the Flying Thunder God Technique!
It was Instant Transmission!
As long as he could sense their presence, he could cross vast distances and pinpoint Ōtsutsuki Isshiki and Momoshiki Otsutsuki.
Even if he could not sense their presence, he would not lose his way as long as he had the spatial coordinates.
The process lasted roughly three breaths. When he opened his eyes again, the sensation beneath his feet had changed completely.
He had arrived in an unfamiliar alternate space!
Dry!
Hard!
Utterly lifeless!
That was his first impression of this alternate space.
Naraku glanced down at the ground beneath his feet. It was a grayish-white rocky surface covered in fine cracks, like a riverbed that had baked beneath the sun for thousands of years.
He slowly raised his head and swept his gaze around.
This was a world he had never set foot in before.
An immensely vast wasteland stretched as far as he could see, without a single tree, a single blade of grass, or even a breath of wind.
The horizon was an eerie dark gray, like an enormous curtain hanging down from the sky and shrouding the entire world.
The sun, if it could even be called a sun.
It hung in the western part of the sky, giving off a bleak white light.
Its light offered no warmth when