Chapter 723

The "war" was far from over; what he would have to face next was the true "beginning."

Although the "enemy" from the outside had already departed, the accusations from within had only just begun.

"Please, everyone, don't be impatient; let's withdraw the troops first."

"I will explain everything to everyone."

After Huang Tu finished speaking, he ignored everyone and walked toward the distance with a blank expression.

And the direction Huang Tu was walking toward—was exactly the direction of the Land of Earth.

The Iwagakure ninja looked at Huang Tu's somewhat hunched and weary back, glancing at each other, the furrows between their brows growing deeper.

But everyone remained silent, merely following Huang Tu in retreat.

After all, anyone with eyes could see that the current situation for Iwagakure was not friendly.

If one can live, no one wants to seek death voluntarily.

Even ninjas are no exception.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in a country where the drizzle never ceased.

"Boom!!!"

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, tearing through the dark clouds and illuminating everything in a deathly pale light.

Immediately following, a miraculous scene appeared: with the arrival of the lightning, the space where the rain fell incessantly was torn open like a thin, brittle sheet of white paper.

"Rip!"

Space twisted abruptly, and a slender, graceful figure fell out from the pitch-black spatial rift.

Caught off guard, the slender figure fell to the ground in a rather ungraceful posture.

Fortunately, the part that took the impact was her plump buttocks, rather than her face.

"Ouch!!!"

She immediately let out a cry of pain, her clear, black-and-white eyes welling up with a bit of mist, and the skin on her fair cheeks turning slightly red.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

The young girl muttered in pain while covering her "injured" plump area with one hand, struggling to climb up from the ground.

As the girl stood up, her long, slender figure was fully revealed.

Her appearance was extremely delicate and lovely, her skin as fair as milk, and beneath her arched willow brows, a pair of almond eyes contained a mischievous vitality and spirit.

Her slightly childish face was full of pure charm, and her ear-length short hair made her look even more elegant and playful.

But these were not the most eye-catching things.

The most striking thing about the girl was her pair of legs that seemed to reach the sky!

This pair of long, ivory-glowing legs perfectly interpreted what is called the "golden ratio." These invincible long legs, set off by the qipao-like attire she wore, appeared even more dazzling.

From any angle, this delicate and lovely young girl was a rare beauty.

Especially for those old gentlemen with a special fetish for legs, seeing this girl would likely make them ecstatic to the point of ascending to heaven.

"Where is this..."

The girl covered her "injured" area with one hand and placed the other on her hip, looking around.

Under the sky full of rain, the desolate scene before her appeared so withered and lonely.

Seeing these endless dark clouds and the sky full of drizzle, the girl subconsciously thought of one place—the Land of Rain.

But the drizzle alone could not prove anything.

"So desolate..."

The girl said to herself inwardly; such a scene was completely different from the Land of Rain in her memory.

Besides, rain was not the exclusive patent of the Land of Rain.

Suddenly, the girl's delicate little ears twitched slightly.

She frowned slightly and looked to one side.

There, there were sounds of fighting.

So, without hesitation, she immediately moved quickly toward that direction.

With her heaven-defying long legs moving, the girl's figure vanished from the spot.

And in an unknown time, in an unknown space.

A sturdy middle-aged man was trembling constantly due to extreme excitement.

Around him were many excited ninjas wearing forehead protectors with earth-stone patterns.

"Success!!!"

Looking at the precise, complex, and massive unknown machine before him, the middle-aged man roared in excitement.

At this moment, the incredibly complex and precise machine was running constantly, emitting a terrifying power.

And in the center of the machine, a pitch-black void that seemed capable of swallowing everything was being sustained for a long time as the machine operated.

If researchers from later generations saw this, they would surely exclaim the name of this thing—"wormhole."

Looking at this pitch-black hole, the middle-aged man's burly body trembled constantly from extreme agitation.

Although the man was unkempt and looked extremely haggard, one could still see traces of his former self on his stubbly face.

From his upright features, one could tell that when he was young, he must have been a man with a square face, resolute and honest.

To achieve this goal! He had staked almost everything, even sacrificing his own daughter for it!

But today, he had finally succeeded!

As long as he could succeed, everything was worth it!!!

... Please give flowers...

At this, the middle-aged man clenched his fists, his wrinkled eyes filled with tears of excitement.

Twenty years! A full twenty years!

Now, he could finally rely on the secret techniques and machinery he had developed to completely change all of this! To change all the tragedies of the present.

He only needed to go back to the past and say one thing to his past self...

Just as the man was so excited he couldn't control himself, trapped in his own world,

suddenly, a clear and indifferent voice appeared in the man's ear.

"Not bad, I can see you've worked very hard all these years."

The gentle and elegant voice rang in the middle-aged man's ear.

This gentle whisper sounded like the chanting of a devil in the man's ears.

For countless years, this gentle voice had been a nightmare haunting the man; countless times in the middle of the night, just by recalling this gentle tone, he would wake up from a nightmare!

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Now, this whisper had appeared in his ear once again; how could the man not be shocked!

He turned around in disbelief, and a voice that was etched into his mind, like a nightmare, appeared in his eyes.

How many years had it been? This terrifying devil hadn't changed at all!

Still the pure white haori. Still that handsome face that was excessively young.

"How could you appear here!!!"

The middle-aged man roared in disbelief, even losing his voice for a moment due to extreme agitation.

To this, the "devil" before him appeared completely indifferent.

"Snap!"

The "devil" raised his hand slightly and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, everything around them was like a video that had been paused, frozen in this moment.

Except for the devil and the middle-aged man before him, everything else had solidified.

"Now, it's time for us to have a good talk."

The "devil" said slowly, his tone still gentle.

Next, from behind the "devil," a figure appeared that the middle-aged man had not expected.

"This is impossible..."

The moment he saw this figure, the middle-aged man muttered to himself, collapsing to the ground as if he had been scared silly.

The "devil" was not idle either; he raised a finger and pointed at the black technology of the ninja world that the middle-aged man had spent twenty years of heart and blood to develop.

A familiar translucent halo flashed, and the man's twenty years of hard work instantly turned to dust.

"No!!!"

The middle-aged man wailed in pain, collapsing on the spot.