Chapter 823

He really should go find Uchiha Izuna now, and check in on the Shinigami while he's at it.

The Pure Land belongs to the Shinigami, so it's basically visiting the Shinigami at home—bringing some fruit as a gift isn't a bad idea.

"Actually, this place isn't bad either."

After putting away the things in his Kamui space that Uchiha Madara couldn't touch, Lin Cheng didn't care what expression the guy had and left the Kamui space, arriving at the Pure Land.

Looking at the scattered stars in the sky, Lin Cheng was now quite certain that the Pure Land's environment was indeed passable.

Although there was no sunrise or sunset, light still existed, and the terrain was vast—the landscape was almost no different from the Shinobi World.

Roughly, it was a kind of mirror image projected from the Shinobi World, except the souls here didn't need to fight and compete like those on the outside, of course, voluntary competition was excluded.

"What did you come here for?"

A young man in a black robe appeared beside Lin Cheng—this was the real Shinigami, but upon seeing Lin Cheng, he really couldn't be called friendly.

"This is a gift for you, I don't know if you'll like it, but that's all I had on my side. By the way, I'm here to find Uchiha Izuna."

Lin Cheng placed a fruit basket in the Shinigami's hands. He knew why the guy was glaring—it's because his younger self had learned a bit from Orochimaru.

But if he didn't learn from Orochimaru, he couldn't possibly find a soul to use as a sacrifice every time.

"The taste isn't bad. Next time that kid wants to summon me out and has no souls, using this as a sacrifice works too. Uchiha Izuna is pretty easy to find—when I came back before, I kept an eye on him. He's by a river that way; he spends most of his time there."

The Shinigami hugged the fruit basket, took a taste, found it good, and immediately set the terms for future transactions to summon him out.

As for Uchiha Izuna, it really wasn't any trouble at all—his location was very obvious, and hardly anyone could go provoke that guy. That guy was also a hegemon of the Pure Land.

"Otsutsuki Hagoromo never went to contact him?"

Lin Cheng looked in that direction, genuinely curious about Izuna.

This one's strength wasn't weak, but under Uchiha Madara's dazzling brilliance, he didn't seem so prominent. The strong were indeed strong everywhere—even in the Pure Land it was the same.

Only someone like Uchiha Madara, who had never been to the Pure Land, would think this place was some kind of paradise, right?

He had gone, but that red-eyed guy didn't pay attention to anyone, let alone Otsutsuki Hagoromo.

His obsession was heavy—he'd been waiting here for someone.

When the Shinigami looked in that direction, his eyes were sparkling. He had secretly prepared some small gifts for that guy, but every single one was rejected.

Even now he still didn't understand who exactly that guy was waiting for.

Perhaps, he was waiting for his brother!

"Interesting, I'm heading over!"

Ignoring the Shinigami's gossipy gaze, Lin Cheng lifted his foot and walked in that direction.

The souls of this Pure Land couldn't all be preserved just by entering. As the Shinigami had said before, to stay here, the first requirement was being strong enough, with an obsession heavy enough; another way was to grow through cultivation.

Cultivation could be a slow self-improvement, or one could find a method and devour the power of other souls.

And this Uchiha Izuna, who could be called a hegemon, cultivated through self-improvement, but this made him an easier target for those soul-devouring cultivators.

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Those who cultivated by devouring souls would rapidly improve in a short time, but afterward, they would self-dissipate during a certain period—essentially providing energy recycling for the Pure Land in a roundabout way.

So that Shinigami guy never bothered with these matters. Now, as Lin Cheng walked along the river, he encountered over a dozen attacks along the way—all from those interested in special souls.

And not a single one of these souls could get close; the instant they pounced, they all turned to nothingness.

Walking slowly along the way, when he found Uchiha Izuna, Lin Cheng looked at the young man who had just killed his challenger, the tomoe in his eyes slowly surfacing, and revealed a gentle smile.

A member of the Uchiha clan? A junior?

Uchiha Izuna watched Lin Cheng approach step by step, didn't strike, but still prepared his defenses.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen Uchiha clan members before, but that didn't mean clan members couldn't be his enemies.

"Barely, I guess. I'm here to find you, Uchiha Izuna!"

Lin Cheng stood before Uchiha Izuna, slowly extended his finger, and under Izuna's instantly contracting pupils, tapped his forehead.

This guy's appearance actually bore some resemblance to Sasuke—truly familiar—so let's be gentle!

After all, he was just checking first to see if this guy's soul had been mixed with anything else.

"Wh-who exactly are you?"

When he finally could speak, Uchiha Izuna finally asked the doubt in his heart.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a single inch. He had never thought he'd be completely crushed like this, but why did this guy suddenly tap his forehead? If you wanted to fight, just strike—why dilly-dally. Extinct.