Slayer: Look directly at the Seraph, standing on the sun

She knew that at this moment, she could no longer avoid it—both Zhang Hai's pain and his deep-seated emotions had been released in this kiss.

However, in another secret room in Konoha, Madara felt no peace. He stood before a table, carefully examining the documents in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Obito's recovery is nearing completion; we can begin the next phase of the plan at any time." Madara's voice was calm, but his tone carried an undeniable threat.

Black Zetsu emerged from the ground, bowed respectfully, and said, "Minato Namikaze is currently under attack by the Raikage and Tsuchikage and cannot attend to his students. Our mission is ready, the Three-Tails is in position, and all obstacles will be cleared."

Madara's eyes darkened, and he muttered to himself, "The plan to destroy Konoha can finally begin. All the settings, all the moves, have been made."

"Do you know, Hashirama? The real Konoha no longer exists, and that ideal world of peace has collapsed." Madara's tone was tinged with a sense of dazedness, as if he had returned to the days when he fought alongside Hashirama. "However, things in this world are ultimately not as we wish. I will build a truly peaceful world, and until then, all traces of Konoha will completely disappear."

Black Zetsu kept his head down and remained silent, but the hidden smile was so eerie, exuding an unspoken sense of gloom.

Madara's resurrection was without any struggle; his soul wandered in the initial chaos before reforming into a complete form. That powerful presence resonated like a long-lost echo. Obito stood aside, quietly watching, his gaze filled with complex and unfathomable emotions. He knew that Madara couldn't have been resurrected simply to save him.

"You've finally been resurrected, Madara Uchiha," Obito said in a low voice, a hint of gratitude in his voice, but behind that gratitude lay deep doubt.

Madara stood up, and the air around him seemed to tremble. His eyes remained sharp, as if they could see through everything. He walked up to Obito, his face devoid of any emotion, and said calmly, "Obito, you finally realize you should thank me?"

Obito hesitated, his eyes gradually becoming complicated. "I... how could I not thank you? You pulled me out of that dark abyss and gave me a new life." Obito's voice lowered, revealing the struggle and confusion deep within him. "But I've always wondered, Madara, why did you do all this for me?"

Madara Uchiha's lips curled into a slight smile, his voice low and deep as an abyss. "Because you are part of my future plan, Obito. You and I are destined to change the rules of this world together."

Obito's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't accept it all, especially Madara's nonchalant tone, which made him uneasy. He knew that Madara wasn't doing these things simply out of personal feelings, but rather with a far more profound plan.

"Change the world? What do you really want? Revenge, or conquest?" Obito asked through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Madara smiled slightly, his gaze profound: "My ideal, Obito, is not merely revenge or conquest. You may not understand, but the foundation of this world has decayed, the order of the ninja world is no longer reasonable and must be broken." He paused, his voice growing even colder, "Do you think this war is just about revenge? No, this is just the beginning. What we want is eternal peace, a true peace that all ninjas can enjoy."

Hearing Madara's words, Obito felt even more confused. Looking into Madara's cold eyes, he felt an irresistible pressure emanating from him. Yes, Madara was an elite member of the Uchiha clan, possessing extraordinary wisdom and strength, but what motives and purposes lay hidden behind that power? Obito couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"Can the peace you speak of truly be achieved?" Obito's words were filled with distrust. "What exactly are you pursuing? A world without any resistance or struggle, or an endless cycle of control?"

Madara was silent for a moment, then slowly walked to the window and looked out into the distance. There was no resentment in his eyes, only an almost otherworldly calmness: "I do not seek a world without conflict. True peace is about fundamentally changing the laws of this world, allowing everything to start anew. Only when every ninja stops fighting for meaningless hatred can there be true peace."

Obito's heart was in turmoil. Madara's words were not without reason; the pain and tragedy he had experienced seemed to stem from the injustice and hypocrisy of this world. But even so, Obito still found it difficult to completely agree with Madara's actions.

Meanwhile, Zhang Hai's condition continued to cause Xi Yan anxiety. She knew that despite Tsunade's best efforts in treating him, Zhang Hai's weakness still put him in a dangerous situation. She held his already cold hand tightly, her heart filled with reluctance and guilt. Even though Zhang Hai had done so much for her, she still couldn't do anything for him, and now she could only watch helplessly as he endured extraordinary pain.

"You'll wake up eventually, right?" Xi Yan murmured to herself, a resolute glint in her eyes.

Her hand rested on Zhang Hai's forehead, feeling his faint warmth, and a surge of pain welled up within her. She knew that Zhang Hai's body had been pushed to its limit, and if things continued like this, the consequences would be unimaginable. She watched Tsunade calmly operate the treatment pod, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes. Her concern for Zhang Hai stemmed not only from the responsibility of her role as captain, but also from an overwhelming feeling she couldn't suppress.

"If you had woken up sooner, I might have been able to give you more support." Xi Yan's voice was weak, but full of determination.

She didn't expect an immediate response from him; she only hoped to offer him more companionship and strength during his most vulnerable moments. No matter how much pain Zhang Hai endured, Xi Yan would stay by his side, never abandoning him.

In the quiet yet tense treatment room, Zhang Hai's body gradually began to respond. Although his consciousness remained immersed in that dark void, the unwavering belief in his heart continued to spread quietly. No matter what situation he was in, Zhang Hai knew that he could not give up easily.

"I must live on, I can't let all this pain go to waste." Zhang Hai silently repeated this in his heart, and his inner strength gradually awakened, slowly beginning to fight against his physical weakness.

Zhang Hai's eyelids trembled slightly, and his consciousness gradually returned.