Chapter 676

Looking at Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, Aizen's expression was perfectly calm; to him, whether he held Lin Cheng's esteem was not particularly important.

However, if the person Lin Cheng sent were inferior to him, then he would secretly take certain actions; judging by current appearances, Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, could only be stronger than others, never weaker.

Therefore, even for a genius of such high intelligence and strength as Aizen, he held Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, in great respect.

As for Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, he paid no attention to Aizen's expression at all; gazing at everything before him, a faint smile played upon his lips.

"He has arrived."

"Has he arrived?"

Gazing at the empty space before him, Aizen felt somewhat curious; he did not know why Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, had made such a judgment, but for now, he could still trust Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin.

Sure enough, after Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, stated that Isshiki Ōtsutsuki had arrived, a small figure between Aizen and Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, began to expand and grow larger, finally transforming into a monk-like figure bearing strange tattoos.

"I bear no grudges against any of you, nor have I wronged you; why have you directly trapped me?"

Looking at Aizen and Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, Isshiki Ōtsutsuki felt extremely wary; regardless of Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, who remained utterly motionless, even Aizen alone made him feel immense pressure.

Facing a powerhouse of Aizen's caliber, even at his peak strength, he might not necessarily be able to achieve victory, let alone now, when Isshiki Ōtsutsuki was severely injured and unable to recover after such a long time.

It was not merely because of Aizen; the strength of Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, standing beside Aizen, also caused Isshiki Ōtsutsuki's heart to tremble with alarm; although he did not understand why two such powerhouses would appear on this impoverished planet, both Aizen and Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, would make him exercise considerable caution.

Gazing at Isshiki Ōtsutsuki, a faint smile surfaced on the face of Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin.

"So you are Isshiki Ōtsutsuki, that unlucky Ōtsutsuki who was sneak-attacked by Kaguya Ōtsutsuki and lost the Divine Tree Fruit?"

"That is indeed me; if you two have come merely to mock me, then you may leave, as I have no necessity to waste time lingering here with you."

"That is not the case; we have come to ask you: do you wish to recover? This current body should not allow you to recover, correct?"

"Moreover, why do you not meet us in your original form, but instead use this controlled vessel?"

Looking at Isshiki Ōtsutsuki, a glint of sharp light flashed in the eyes of Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin; he had long since discerned that the Isshiki Ōtsutsuki before him was not the original body, but rather one occupying the vessel of a man named Jigen.

This was precisely what displeased Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, because Isshiki Ōtsutsuki had not used his own body to meet them, which constituted an insult to Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin.

"That is not so; my body has been severely injured and is fundamentally unable to move, forcing me to act through this vessel; there was no intention to offend."

When facing unknown powerhouses, even the arrogant Ōtsutsuki Clan would bow their heads; as far as Isshiki Ōtsutsuki was concerned, he had absolutely no desire to become enemies with Aizen and Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin.

Therefore, in his view, this was still a matter open for negotiation, and he had committed no rudeness whatsoever.

"Since that is the case, then it can be forgiven; let me ask you, Isshiki Ōtsutsuki, do you not wish to recover and defeat Kaguya Ōtsutsuki?"

"That should be my own problem, unrelated to you all; even if I were to defeat her, I would personally strike down that traitor myself."

Looking at Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, and Aizen, Isshiki Ōtsutsuki frowned slightly; to him, although defeating Kaguya Ōtsutsuki had always been his dream, the importance of this dream was actually less than that of his own recovery.

As long as he could recover, defeating Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, who was sealed upon the moon, would not be a particularly difficult matter at all.

"I have no intention of offending you; I merely wish to know why, after so many years, you have still not found a suitable vessel—are you afraid of that thing called Black Zetsu?"

"For someone of your level, surely no one could defeat you, even in your current state."

Gazing at Isshiki Ōtsutsuki, Diaboros, the Black of Primordial Origin, felt extremely curious about his current thoughts; after all, Isshiki Ōtsutsuki's strength was truly formidable, and were it not for Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's sneak attack, perhaps the Shinobi World would not even exist.

"The problem is that I have not found a suitable vessel; the power of this body is simply too weak to allow me to exert my strength, and the moment I attempt to do so, this vessel will collapse."

"At that time, without a suitable Kāma, I would truly die; I do not wish to see such things occur, after all, for us Ōtsutsuki, life is still quite important."