From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 263 An Ideal Land Far From the World
Suddenly, a whirlpool appeared in the center of the pink lake.

The turbulent currents stirred up surging tides, crashing against the rocks on the shore and bursting into spray.

Boom!

Suddenly, with a loud bang, tens of thousands of tons of lake water were thrown into the air.

Amidst the misty air, a humanoid creature, dressed in a white long-sleeved tuxedo and loose black trousers, exuded elegance.

His skin was as pale as bone ash, and he had a crown-like horn on his head that extended from the back of his head to the front. He stepped on a staircase through a dark void rift.

It was as if a god who controlled the order of heaven and earth was causing the atmosphere to tremble wherever he passed.

The mysterious person who suddenly barged in was none other than Isshiki Otsutsuki, not Jigen in his human form.

However, after looking around, he couldn't help but frown, a hint of confusion on his face, and muttered, "Wait a minute, did I go the wrong way?"

What came into his view was a vast expanse of lush, primeval forest.

Not far from the lake is an abandoned ancient city, which is very similar in style to the previous ancient city. Both have been abandoned for a long time and are covered with large vines.

This place seems almost exactly the same as the place I came from before.

Isshiki Otsutsuki was puzzled and wanted to find the answer, so he looked up at the sky. The sun, which radiated a warm light and was slightly dazzling, was still hanging in the sky.

However, it was this one glance that made him notice something amiss, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

The sky here is only filled with the 'sun'.

But the real sky can never contain only the sun. Even during the day, the stars will only have their light obscured, not disappear completely.

So, there's a problem!
Roll your eyes!

Vicious blue veins bulged and appeared around the eye sockets.

With a 360-degree, unobstructed black-and-white perspective, Otsutsuki Isshiki's eyesight was greatly enhanced, instantly seeing through layers of disguise.

The sun hanging in the sky is essentially a man-made device.

The real 'sky' is actually a rocky crust hundreds of meters thick, with an endless starry sky and a huge blue planet outside.

Clearly, he hadn't come to the wrong place; he had gone directly into the satellite's interior via the lake.

"Humph."

Ōtsutsuki Isshiki snorted coldly, expressing his disdain.

Through his white eyes, he discovered that beneath the ruins of that ancient city, there seemed to be some kind of 'device', and the voice in his mind seemed to be guiding him there.

Without further hesitation, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki transformed into a sharp arrow in an instant.

Boom!

In an instant, towering waves surged into the sky.

The roaring shockwave resembled a giant dragon, sweeping across the sky and leaving behind what looked like a crack.

Arriving above the ancient city ruins, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki looked down, his brows furrowing involuntarily, a look of disgust and loathing in his eyes.

One could see that the blood-red roots of some kind of plant were spreading out from the ground, completely exposed to the sunlight, growing wildly in the ancient city like blood vessels, covering every corner.

But what truly made him uncomfortable were those tangled, blood-red roots.

It was covered with dense, lumpy growths, resembling tumors caused by some kind of disease. Among them, many of the growths bloomed like flower buds, revealing their inner parts, which resembled the pistils of a female genital organ.

Those disgusting flower stamens were still pulsating like they were breathing, and brownish-green pus was oozing from them.

Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's forehead veins bulged, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

He thought that having visited many planets, he was well-traveled and knowledgeable, and that nothing could disturb his peace of mind anymore. However, reality gave him a harsh slap in the face.

He had never seen anything so bizarre, so physically unsettling, so challenging to the limits of his mental endurance. Just one glance was enough to drive him insane, as if he had been thrown into a whirlpool and spun around thousands of times in a very short time, leaving him dizzy and feeling as if he were being pricked by needles.

At this moment, the call in my mind became even clearer.

"The God of Lost Hearts. The Eternal Roarer."

"The God of Lost Hearts. The Eternal Roarer."

"The God of Lost Hearts. The Eternal Roarer."

It was Otsutsuki Shibai's call, and it was very close. Otsutsuki Isshiki endured the needle-like pricking pain in his mind and searched for the source of the sound.

Soon, he found it: the blood-red plant roots scattered throughout the ancient city ruins all originated from a deep abyss that resembled a crack.

Upon reaching the edge of the abyss, Isshiki Otsutsuki felt a strange unease, a terrifying premonition that threatened his life, which made him stop in his tracks.

"The God of Lost Hearts. The Eternal Roarer."

At this moment, the calls intensified again.

The thought of being able to get close to the Otsutsuki clan's god, 'Otsutsuki Shibai', made his breathing become more rapid. His face turned red and veins bulged, as if he had fallen into a state of obsessive madness: "It's alright, this is Otsutsuki Shibai, it's the god calling me!"

Immediately afterward, 'bewitched' by the increasingly strong thought in his mind, Otsutsuki Isshiki no longer hesitated and jumped straight into the abyss.

In an instant, the surrounding darkness, devoid of light and sound, completely engulfed him.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

In a daze, Otsutsuki Isshiki regained consciousness, and a cold, damp wind blew against him, seemingly carrying some whispered murmurs.

As his thoughts slowly broke free from their slumber, and his consciousness returned to his body, Isshiki Otsutsuki, now in control, slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is a crimson mist.

It seemed to be some kind of living creature, perched on top, slowly wriggling.

Once his mind cleared, Otsutsuki Isshiki abruptly rolled over and stood up. Without even checking his own condition, he hurriedly looked around to confirm his surroundings.

The first thing that caught his eye was the ethereal mist that permeated the surroundings, much lighter in color than above, a pinkish hue, and the dim, sparsely lit space. But what drew his attention most was a massive, twisted statue that resembled a human figure, entwined with blood-red branches.

The statue sits cross-legged on the ground, with its hands in a lotus position in prayer. Its facial expression is ferocious and distorted, making it look like a terrifying demon. Its nine eyes, arranged horizontally, are tightly closed.

The blood-red branches, seemingly completely fused with the statue, grew from all parts of its body, tightly entwining and binding it. Those nauseating brown burls bloomed all over the statue's body, blossoming into blood-red and eerie flowers, from which brownish-green pus continuously oozed from the stamens that resembled female genitalia.

"This is... the shell of the Ten-Tails?"

As Ōtsutsuki Isshiki gazed at the eerie statue, a sense of familiarity welled up within him.

As a member of the Otsutsuki clan, he naturally recognized the statue, which was actually the 'Divine Tree,' the outer shell of the Ten-Tails, also known as the Gedo Mazo.

But the question is, what are those blood-red branches?!

At this moment, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki discovered that there was actually a town beneath the 'Gedo Mazo'.

The architectural style and overall layout were the same as the two ancient city ruins he had seen before. The only difference was that this town was not a ruin. It exuded a sense of life everywhere, and he could sense a large amount of chakra inside, which meant that people lived there.

"Welcome, stranger from the outside world."

A little boy dressed in a white robe appeared suddenly, like a ghost, without any warning.

Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's heart pounded, his pupils contracted sharply, and he turned to look at the little boy who had suddenly appeared behind him, following the sound: "Who are you? And where is this place?"

"My name is Otsutsuki Toneri."

The little boy was expressionless, with pale skin and his eyes tightly closed. He said calmly, "As for this place, it is an 'ideal land far removed from the world.'"

(End of this chapter)