Crossing that invisible boundary formed by Dragon Vein power felt far "heavier" than traveling through the Anywhere Door.
It was not a physical heaviness. It felt more as though his soul had been abruptly pulled out, stretched, then stuffed back into the same body with a snap.
Yet everything around him carried an indescribable air of unfamiliarity.
The air was dry, still carrying the earthy smell unique to the desert.
But the residual traces of chakra mingled within it, the indistinct voices in the distance, and even the fine patterns in the sand beneath his feet put Toyotomi Yinglang abruptly on alert.
He had arrived, but this was not the place he had originally intended to visit at all.
"A parallel world..." Yinglang murmured, digesting the vague information about this world's coordinates that the Dragon Vein power had brought him. Since he was here, he needed something to call it. "The world I was born in will be designated the main world. I'll call this place Shinobi World No. 1."
He did not immediately rush toward the center of the turbulent energy. He was new here; caution came first. Pushing his Breath Concealment Technique to its limit, he slipped silently toward the Rōran oasis like a shadow in the desert. The closer he drew, the clearer those chaotic space-time energy fluctuations became. Mixed among them were several fairly strong chakra signatures belonging to ninja-they were locked in fierce combat!
Interesting. He had stumbled onto some excitement right away.
He chose a towering rock ledge overlooking most of Rōran Ancient City and concealed himself in its shade. His scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan activated soundlessly, instantly bringing the view closer and revealing every minute detail.
Below, battle raged across the ancient streets and plazas, now reduced to ruins.
One side had the advantage