In addition to the three broken spaces, there are other spaces, but the distance is very far away and the crystal walls of the space are blocked, so you cannot see the situation inside clearly.

The Xuan General's Cymbiosis Eye opened, and his vision suddenly became much clearer, and he could vaguely see the situation in the other three spaces.

Space with flames, space with ice, and space with strong winds, are different in short, but no matter how detailed the situation is, it cannot be seen.

"There are six spaces in total. Is this the so-called starting ball space?" Xuan said in his heart. In the original work, Kaguya also has six starting ball spaces, and there are various different scenes between them.

Xuan used the Cynamoji Eye to look up. Of course, that was just what he thought. In this gap in space, the direction was meaningless. You can call him the side he looked at.

In the distance, it was pitch black, at the end, as if blocked by a larger space crystal wall behind it. The place I am now is just a small piece of it. In a vague way, Xuan saw a wider world outside.

The closest to this large space is a place of about the same size. In the sight of the Reincarnation Eye, there are also six ball-like spaces that rise and fall, which are similar to this one.

Xuan saw that the spherical space at the edge was an inverted world.

"Hmm?" Xuan's eyes gathered, wanting to see more clearly, but found that he could not be clearer no matter what.

"It looks like one of Kaguya's first ball spaces, is the one next to Kaguya's space?" Xuan made reasonable inferences as much as possible. He tried to get close, but found that no matter how he moved, even if he used the Flying Thunder God, he could not get any distance closer.

"It seems that special ninjutsu is needed. There is no more gain for the time being. Let's leave here first." After trying several methods but failed, Xuan did not continue. He left a Kyuuba of the Flying Thunder God here. The eternal kaleidoscope of his right eye rotated, and the vortex of space appeared, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Coming to the familiar divine power space, Xuan sighed and the main world returned to his perception again. He could use his divine power to jump back.

In the space gap just now, he could not sense the existence of the main world at all.

"It's been so long, and it's time for the End Valley to end. I don't know what the result is. I'll find Madara first."

As he murmured to himself, Xuan's figure disappeared into the divine power space again.

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In another place, a place that does not belong to the world, the sky is dark and gray, and the whole world does not have the light it deserves.

In the sky, a black sun was floating, sprinkling a chilling light. The light was naturally black, but it was strangely bright.

A group of people with numb expressions walked on the desolate land, unable to see the end at first sight, and the whole world gave people a feeling of depression and desolation.

Above the earth, there is a wide river descending from the horizon. The river water is as dark as ink, and vague crying sounds come from the bottom of the river, making people's hearts tremble.

In the river, there was a ferry boat, and a ferry hand shrouded in a black robe stood up. His face was hard to see clearly, and his whole body exuded a cold and cold aura.

People with numb expressions kept walking to the shore. Every time they ferry, they were loaded with people heading towards the other side of the river. The boat was not big, and there must be bumps in the vast river. People on the edge fell into the water, and they didn't even have time to struggle. Countless people stretched out their hands in the river, pulling the people who fell into the water into the bottom of the river, and there was no ripples arose again.

This is the River Styx, which divides the boundary between the living and the dead. In the legend of the main world, it is called the Three Tu River.

The east bank of the river is the magical place between life and death, and the west bank of the river is the real country of death.

After death, they will pass through the junction of life and death to the river. The undead will lose consciousness the moment they step in, no matter how powerful they are in life.

This is the rule of the world of death. The dead do not need their own consciousness. Therefore, all their thoughts will remain at the moment of death.

Unless someone can be recalled again by a special ninjutsu to the living world, then they will regain consciousness.

Of course, there are exceptions in everything. If it is a "God", it is naturally not within this limit, even if this God is just a false god.

A white light suddenly blew through the sky. It was so dazzling in this dark world, it was a highly condensed chakra collection.

The ferry in the Santu River raised his head and looked at the light falling into a mountain in the distance. It was also the only place with light by the river, although the light was not strong.

The ferryman withdrew his gaze and still posed with oars toward the other side of the river. His duty was to let the deceased cross the river. Other things had nothing to do with him.

Moreover, even if he wants to take care of it, he can't beat the people on that mountain. Whether in the world or in the underworld, the big fist is always a common truth.

There is a hazy light coming out of the hill on the east coast, which is extremely conspicuous in this dark world.

On the top of the mountain, a thatched hut was set up, and a thin layer of light curtain enveloped the entire mountain, separating it from the world of death.

Next to the thatched hut, there are emerald green grass growing, and there are even two evergreen trees, both of which are the most normal colors and full of vitality.

But in such a place, normal means the greatest abnormality. How can the world of death allow life to exist?

Unless these lives are protected by "God".

Crack!

The door of the thatched hut was pushed open, and an old man walked out slowly, dressed in white and clean, his beard was very long and drooped to his heart. There were face patterns on his face, which were very neat and neat, very different from normal people.

At the collar joint of the white robe, six magma patterns appeared, and a similar magma necklace was hung on the neck.

The old man looked up and saw the white chakra light in the sky. He pointed his hand and opened a gap on the curtain of the barrier. The chakra light suddenly fell and was dragged into his hand.

"This is... the chakra body I left in the world to observe the world. Who killed me... Well!" The old man looked at the chakra light in his hand and pondered without saying a word.

After a moment, he kept the light in his heart and slowly absorbed it.

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Chapter completed!