Chapter 668

After he completed everything, there would be no problem revealing his identity, but now he would never let his identity appear before anyone else.

Hearing Uchiha Obito's words, Primordial Black Diabolo's eyes held a hint of inexplicable amusement; he didn't care about such things, but for Uchiha Obito, he cared deeply.

"What a pity—I heard the Uchiha clan has been wiped out, and you must have been the one to do it. Did you kill your own kin? Doesn't that weigh on your heart at all?"

"No, the Uchiha's bloodline has already been assimilated by Konoha. Such a clan—even if I killed them all, it wouldn't matter. To me, the Uchiha clan has become useless."

A ruthless expression crossed Uchiha Obito's face. If only those Uchiha had been willing to cooperate with him, he wouldn't have needed to kill them.

Of course, Uchiha Obito had never regretted killing those Uchiha clan members, for to him, they were merely tools to provide him with Sharingan eyes.

"Oh? Then your identity predates even that. I heard many Uchiha died in the war—the nearest major event seems to be the Shinobi World War III's Shinobigakure Bridge."

"I heard only one Uchiha ninja died at Shinobigakure Bridge during the war—a certain Uchiha Obito. Have you ever met him?"

Looking at Uchiha Obito, Primordial Black Diabolo finally asked the question he had wanted to ask—he had already known the man before him was Uchiha Obito.

Lin Cheng had already informed everyone that Uchiha Madara had died long ago, so they wanted to strike a blow against Uchiha Obito.

"I never met that child. Don't worry—he was once chosen by Uchiha Madara as his successor, but he was too kind, utterly unsuitable."

"I see. I thought you were Uchiha Obito, and I wanted to tell you a piece of news you didn't know. What a pity."

"What news? I'm actually somewhat interested in such things."

Looking at Primordial Black Diabolo, Uchiha Obito was deeply curious—what could this outsider possibly know that he didn't?

"If you're not him, then you should know this too—wasn't it you who placed the Three-Tails inside that girl named Yamanaka Rin? Are you trying to make him hate the world?"

"How cruel—to make a young girl a sacrifice for your new successor. How intriguing."

"If it weren't for Aizen recently finding the soul of Shikamaru Danzō, we wouldn't have known there were so many entertaining stories to be had..."

Primordial Black Diabolo looked at Uchiha Obito, his eyes holding a faint smile.

"What?"

Hearing Primordial Black Diabolo's words, Uchiha Obito's eyes widened in shock—he never expected such an answer.

Rin's death wasn't caused by Konoha—it was done by Uchiha Madara, the man he had always regarded as his teacher. The revelation filled him with despair.

In Uchiha Obito's eyes, his crimson Mangekyō Sharingan spun endlessly, as if a new transformation was about to manifest within them.

Watching Uchiha Obito's state, Primordial Black Diabolo felt a flicker of pleasure—he loved nothing more than destroying someone from within.

"By the way, that boy named Hatake Kakashi is quite pitiful too. He was ordered by that girl to kill him—killing his own friend. Nothing is more painful than that!"

"That girl was also very reasonable. She knew that becoming the Three-Tails' jinchūriki would reignite war, so she herself cried out for her companion to kill her. I'm sure her heart was filled with helplessness."

Primordial Black Diabolo's words stabbed like needles into Uchiha Obito—how long had he sought the answer to why Rin became the Three-Tails' jinchūriki? Yet for so long, he had found no answer.

But he never imagined the answer would be this: Uchiha Madara had made Rin the Three-Tails' jinchūriki simply to force him to awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan.