Naruto: From Fake to Real, Deceiving the Ninja World

Chapter 584 A Belated but Arriving Backstab (Fifth Update)

"As expected, I was right. The Nine-Tails is too dangerous—"

Looking at the Nine-Tails frolicking in the distance and the two figures above it, and thinking that the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki is still a rogue ninja, Hashirama Senju rubbed his forehead with a headache.

Even if they manage to survive this ordeal, the existence of the Nine-Tails and its Jinchūriki will still be a major problem.

However, now is not the time to think about these things.

Hashirama Senju shook his head, shifting his gaze from Kurama (the Nine-Tails) to the other side of the underground palace, beyond the distance.

At this moment, besides him, Madara, Naruto, Sasuke, and Nagato, the guy whom Urashiki Otsutsuki called Kawashiki was also blocked outside the dungeon by the Divine Tree.

The underground palace is too high, and the mountain is too thick; the battle over there cannot be seen from this direction.

But one can still see the golden light cutting through the dark clouds time and time again, and the silver storm sweeping by, turning the dust and smoke into vortexes.

The aura that was no weaker than his own, and perhaps even stronger, made Hashirama Senju's lips twitch.

What on earth is wrong with this ninja world?

Why are so many monsters appearing?

Let's leave aside the three members of the Otsutsuki clan from outer space.

He and Madara were qualified to stand here only because they received the power of the Sage of Six Paths.

But what about the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki and that Uchiha boy? How come they also have similar Six Paths power?

And how did that young man from the Uzumaki clan become the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki out of nowhere?

That Sichuan-style dish appeared out of nowhere.

One or two, all of them are incredibly powerful and unreasonable.

What's even more puzzling is that none of them seem to be able to do anything about it.

Everyone here possesses the power to rewrite the ninja world, yet they can only stand here, separated by an inaccessible underground palace, awaiting their fate.

However, the instant this thought arose in Hashirama Senju's mind—

boom!!

A terrifying roar came from afar, crushing everyone's eardrums.

Hashirama Senju, Madara Uchiha, and Naruto and Sasuke all looked in the direction from which the sound came.

That's the direction of the underground palace.

Amidst flashes of lightning, the entire underground palace was reflected in their eyes.

The five layers are not five layers from bottom to top, but five layers from shallow to deep.

Each floor is higher than the last, climbing step by step, and the whole structure looks like a tombstone standing on scorched earth.

The highest fifth level even pierced through the dark clouds, its top disappearing into the sky interwoven with lightning, its outline invisible.

It is taller and more imposing than the colossal statue of the Myō-ō standing between heaven and earth and the majestic Nine-Tailed Fox.

The lightning struck its dark walls, but it couldn't illuminate the bricks or the patterns; it only revealed deathly silence.

It looked down at everyone from its high vantage point, like a tomb looking down at a funeral procession.

Mysterious, ancient, eerie —

Amidst the roar, the divine tree broke through the fourth level of the underground palace.

Click click click!

The jet-black roots and trunk tore through the top wall of the fourth layer, growing wildly toward the sky.

The strange flower bud at the top of the divine tree grew out of the underground palace, growing taller and taller until it reached a height equivalent to the fifth level of the underground palace, before slowly stopping.

It hangs beneath the dark clouds, suspended in the center of all the lightning.

And those flower buds, which were originally about to bloom, were now illuminated by the lightning, and under the horrified gazes of Hashirama Senju and the others—

It has blossomed.

One layer, and another.

The dark red petals slowly unfurled, without a sound, as quiet as a ceremony that had been brewing for a thousand years.

Deep within the flower's heart, the stamens open outwards, like an outstretched palm.

In the center of the five fingers is an eye.

"What is that?" Madara Uchiha stared intently at the thing inside the flower bud, his six-tomoe Rinnegan eyes filled with astonishment and uncertainty.

Nine magatama suddenly appeared at the top of the divine tree.

That was a golden, nine-tomoe Rinnegan?!

hum!

Golden light emanated from that eye, dispelling the dark clouds that shrouded the night sky above.

The dark clouds melted away layer by layer in the golden light, revealing the bottomless night behind them, which was then illuminated by the golden light.

The night was as bright as day, as if that eye had become the only sun in the world.

At that moment, every inch of scorched earth, every crack, and every upturned face in the Land of Hot Springs was gilded with gold.

"Hahahaha!!"

A burst of maniacal laughter suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Hashirama Senju suddenly noticed that beside the halfway point of the towering, earth-shattering trunk of the Divine Tree, a figure was suspended...

There.

Otsutsuki Ichishiki.

He stared at the fifth level of the underground palace, his gaze seemingly piercing through the barriers, seeing the figure that filled him with extreme anger and hatred.

He laughed, his shoulders shrugging, his laughter growing louder and louder, bloodshot veins appearing in his eyes, his face contorted so distorted it was almost unrecognizable.

"Do you see that—" he murmured, then roared to the sky, "Do you see that, Cloud Style!!"

"This was originally mine! My sacred tree! Everything I have!!"

He suddenly opened his arms wide, exclaiming with elation, "Now, I've got it all back!"

"You just hide in that grave, keep your eyes wide open, and watch carefully!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down and lunged forward, spreading his five fingers and pressing one hand hard onto the sacred tree.

hum! !

Centered on Ichishiki's figure, a powerful suction force suddenly erupted.

The divine tree, reaching from the sky to the earth, transforms from its trunk, roots, giant flowers, branches, and leaves into a torrent of flowing light.

As if it were an intangible stream of water, it poured back towards that tiny figure from all directions.

Without the slightest resistance, the divine tree was incredibly docile at this moment, even more docile than the Ten-Tails.

"Hey, is that guy crazy?!" Nine-Tails' expression was grave. "He actually dared to absorb a divine tree of that size into his body?"

What a joke.

The Nine-Tails knows all too well how much pain the Six Paths Elder endured in order to suppress the Ten-Tails within him.

If it is described by humans as the "embodiment of hatred," then the Ten-Tails is hatred itself.

Every night after becoming the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki, the old man of the Six Paths could not sleep and could only rest by meditating while suppressing the Ten-Tails.

Because the Ten-Tails was constantly struggling and raging within his body, constantly roaring with hatred in his mind.

But the divine tree that the Six Paths Elder faced, transformed from the Ten-Tails, was superior in size, aura, and eyes.

Compared to this sacred tree, it's nothing but a drop in the ocean.

Even if that Otsutsuki Isshiki was very strong, he wasn't far ahead of the old man of the Six Paths, so how could he possibly suppress that divine tree?

Has that guy gone mad?

In just a few breaths, the enormous divine tree vanished completely from the world.

The last thing to disappear was that golden Rinnegan with nine tomoe.

It transformed into a golden thread and disappeared into Yishi's forehead.

The moment the golden light faded, the dark clouds gathered again, and night fell once more.

The world went dark.

Only the Otsutsuki Ichishiki remained suspended in the very center of the darkness.

A crack slowly appeared on his forehead, like a—

Eyes that were not open.

At the same time, just then—

"ah!!"

A bloodcurdling scream shattered the heavy silence and tore through the night sky.

In the distance, Nagato spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body frozen in mid-air, stiffly lowering his head little by little to look at what lay before him.

A black arm passed through his chest and pierced his heart.

The pitch-black hand was outstretched in front of him, its five fingers clenched, and in its palm was a heart.

It's still beating vividly.

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