Uchiha's Dimensional Invasion Plan

Meanwhile, a cloudy island.

In the cold wind, the blossoming sunflowers are facing the hazy sun, exuding the radiance of spring.

The golden sunflower fields reflect the golden light of the entire island, and the sparse butterflies, insects and birds are using the light of the sunflowers to carry food to their nests when the rainstorm is approaching.

Right in the middle of the golden light where the butterflies danced, a crimson pillar pierced into the sky and plunged into the sky-high clouds, mixing with the manic and disorderly thunder.

At the top of Tianji and Root Pillar, there is a huge crimson flower bud.

The buds are about to bloom. On top of the buds, Uchiha Madara, dressed in a white robe, sits on the side, staring at the chessboard with his eyes motionless.

He was directly opposite, and Zhu Jian was also staring at Hei Zijian intently, with a look of deep thought.

Bang, the chess piece fell to the ground, Madara smiled and said, "You lost again."

Hashirama threw the last chess piece into the pawn in displeasure: "You summoned me just to play chess with you?"

Spot nodded, and naturally separated the mixed black and white pieces one by one, and put them back into the chess box: "That's right, it's really boring to stay in this kind of place alone, so I just want to play a few games with you."

"Speaking of which, we have never played chess between us since the war between Uchiha and Senju. Now that the grudges have been resolved and the outcome has been decided, it is just a good time to compete and see who can see further. "

A complicated look appeared on Hashirama's face: "The grudge is over! You are finally willing to say this. I have been waiting for it for decades."

Madara said disdainfully: "Pay too much attention to what you can see, but ignore what you can't see. Sometimes there are things that don't need to be said at all."

Zhu Jian said with a wry smile: "But I can't hear you say those words in person, I still can't let go of my heart."

Madara sneered, "Then should I be proud of being so valued by you?"

Hashirama shook his head: "Actually, you are the same, aren't you? If you don't watch me die with your own eyes, would you believe the news of my sudden death?"

Madara was silent. After a while, he smiled suddenly and said, "Sure enough, you are the one who understands me best."

Hashirama said solemnly: "So what's your purpose? That plan...are you still not going to give up?"

With a wave of his hand, Madara waved away the dark clouds around him: "Look at your feet, this is not the ninja world, there are no leaves and ninjas here, but there is war and chaos here."

"You want to..." Hearing this, Hashirama's eyes moved, without even looking at his feet. Based on his understanding of Madara, the other party would not lie to him. .

Spotted nodded and replied: "In the past, you questioned my peace and stubbornly passed on what you recognized, but your failed works brought no warmth to the world except pain."

As soon as the words were finished, Zhu Jian questioned: "What about you, isn't what you agree with just a scam, and it's not much better than me?"

Madara's face darkened: "So what, my plan has failed, but my life has not failed, and my ideas have not failed, and now I want you to see with your own eyes how I succeeded and how I brought great benefits to the world. Come in peace."

"Peace!" Hashirama shook his head: "Didn't your junior already realize that kind of thing?"

Ban's face was startled: "Hegemony, you would actually approve of that kind of thing?"

Hashirama sighed: "There is no approval or disapproval at all, don't you understand? As long as everyone can live happily and happily, as long as there will be no more fighting in the world, and no one will die because of the war. No one cries in dark corners anymore, and there is no hegemony at all."

The corner of Madara's mouth twitched: "I see, you are indeed a guy with short ambitions, content with the status quo, and not seeking to make progress."

"Because of your short ambition, the ninja world has only maintained peace for more than ten years; because of your short ambition, Konoha was almost destroyed in the First Ninja World War; because of your short ambition, your family was almost destroyed. Years have fallen to the bottom, and so far only one single daughter has survived."

"A person's goals determine his future pattern, and your pattern is only as big as a palm, which is not enough for me to cover everything."

Hashirama sighed and remained silent, cursing secretly in his heart, saying that he is stubborn, but in fact this guy is really stubborn. After living for so long, he still doesn't understand that there is no such thing as perfection.

"I will let you see it, a perfect world, a world without any chaos and resentment." Seeing that Hashirama was silent, Madara raised the corner of his mouth and said confidently.

Hashirama glanced at the buds under him, raised his brows and asked, "Since you don't intend to use the sacred tree to hypnotize the world, then what's going on?"

"Deal! The purpose is for the sacred tree to blossom and bear fruit." Madara said seriously, and then sneered: "You don't think that brat will have the same Bodhisattva heart as you do? This is the reward for him."

Hashirama's face changed: "Repay! The result of the sacred tree requires a huge amount of chakra and will devour everything it can devour. He doesn't understand this truth, so how could he let you grow such a thing."

Ban curled her lips: "Then who knows, maybe, people in this world are just some nourishment in the eyes of that little devil."

Hashirama's face darkened: "What! Using living beings to support this kind of thing, you people are just........."

Ban Wa waved his hand to interrupt him: "Don't add me, it's just a deal, I just help him take care of this place, even if I don't have this kind of thing, there will be other people doing it."

"Besides, you couldn't raise your hand in front of him in your heyday, let alone now, watch with peace of mind and see that I will bring changes to the world."

Hashirama's expression fell and he said helplessly: "The power of the sacred tree is too great. Once it bears fruit again, it will definitely bring unpredictable consequences. You will regret it."

Hearing this, Madara was a little surprised and said: "Hey, you have already met that old man? He knows a lot, but what does this have to do with me."

Seeing that Madara's oil and salt were not coming in, Hashirama felt bitter in his heart, and he quickly thought of ways to deal with it.

After familiarizing himself with those things in the past, he was afraid of things like the sacred tree from the bottom of his heart, not because he was afraid of the power of the sacred tree, but because he was afraid of the terrible consequences that the sacred tree would cause.

The earth fissured, all living things died, and all nutrients were transferred to the sacred tree. Once that happened, even if the sacred tree did not choose to devour humans, humans would still die.

"Sir, some pirate ships were spotted thirty nautical miles away, and they are suspected to be heading for us." At this time, a panting woman climbed up the bud's roots, interrupting Hashirama's meditation.

Madara frowned, placed the chess piece in his hand at random, and said coldly without looking back: "Don't bother me with this kind of thing in the future."

"Yes!" The woman nodded respectfully, and swiftly slid down the rhizome.

After the woman left, Madara looked across the endless sea, looking at the dense black spots in the distance, and said unhappily: "A bunch of scum, really disappointing."

As soon as the words fell, a crimson ball of light appeared in his hand, and then shot out with a whoosh.