Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Shen Jue's figure swayed slightly in the rain, as if he were just standing still, but in the next instant, he was standing between all the team members and the virtual group.

He did not chant lengthy incantations, nor did he even raise his hands to form hand seals; he simply touched the void with his fingertips.

There was no deafening roar, only a soft sound as if space itself was being torn apart.

A huge, transparent, and mirror-smooth wall of spiritual pressure appeared out of thin air.

It is not simply a collection of spiritual particles; rather, it is a physical manifestation of the concept of isolation.

The moment the wall appeared, it completely separated the surviving team members from the surging horde of virtual beings into two different worlds.

Several Void creatures that rushed to the front didn't even have time to stop before crashing headfirst into this invisible wall. Before they could even let out a wail, they were directly crushed into the most primitive spiritual dust by Shen Jue's spiritual pressure contained within it.

With his worries gone, Shen Jue's gaze swept over the dense, increasingly agitated swarm of virtual creatures outside the wall, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes.

Fine white arcs of electricity crackled and popped at his fingertips, as if he were holding a tamed bolt of lightning.

As Shen Jue gently swiped his finger forward, the slender white lightning suddenly split and multiplied in mid-air, spreading wildly at an illogical speed like a living electric grid!

Countless bolts of white lightning intertwined to form a net of light that covered the heavens and the earth, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield!

There was no explosion, no fire, only pure, high-frequency paralysis and destruction!

Any Hollow touched by the light net, whether it was a small fry or a medium-sized Hollow, froze instantly.

Their bodies, composed of spiritual particles, began to disintegrate from the inside, emitting a faint hissing sound, as if ice and snow had met a branding iron, leaving not a trace of residue before being completely annihilated in silence.

In the blink of an eye, the noisy battlefield fell silent. The rain continued to fall, but not a single shadowy figure could be found.

Shen Jue withdrew his hand, and the arc of electricity at his fingertips quietly disappeared.

"Captain Shen Jue! He's amazing!" a heavily injured member of the Death God team shouted in celebration.

"Captain Shen Jue! We love and respect you!"

"Huh?" Shen Jue turned around and looked at the Grim Reaper team member who had shouted out, his body covered in solid muscles, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Where did this crazy, magnetic field-like statement come from? Shen Jue continued to complain in his mind.

Shen Jue turned around, making sure the small fry were completely wiped out, and then looked up at the sky.

The dark rift that Aizen had forcibly torn open with his disguised spiritual pressure, leading to Hueco Mundo, was now like a wound that had lost its support, slowly healing and closing, eventually disappearing completely, with no more minor Hollows able to emerge.

"Done." Shen Jue nodded, his tone relaxed and content, as if he had only accomplished a trivial task.

Next, under Rukia Kuchiki's adoring gaze, Shen Jue and the other Shinigami members who were proficient in the Return Path simply treated the injuries of the many Shinigami members.

These Shinigami members will immediately return to Soul Society for further treatment, and their work will be taken over by new Shinigami.

Besides rushing around the real world to rescue the Death God team members who were besieged by the Void, Shen Jue also shoulders a more secretive and urgent mission.

The investigation is focused on why so many low-level fodder units are systematically attacking the Grim Reaper team.

This is no ordinary predatory behavior; there must be some unknown conspiracy behind it.

Seeing that the work was half completed, Shen Jue gritted his teeth in anger, secretly took out the Death Terminal, and questioned his brother Kyoraku Shunsui about why he had created his pornographic rumors.

Kyoraku Shunsui then sent Shen Jue another "I'm speechless" emoji.

Shen Jue was furious, but in front of Kuchiki Rukia, he still maintained the demeanor and aloofness befitting a captain-level Shinigami.

Indeed, after Shen Jue asked Rukia Kuchiki to assist him in investigating the attack by the small Hollows, Rukia Kuchiki agreed without hesitation.

Shen Jue, who hadn't been to the mortal world for a long time, suddenly missed Yoruichi a little.

Even though so many years have passed and the image of that little girl who used to flit around him has become somewhat blurred, Shen Jue finds that he seems to still quite like that time.

In the present world, at dusk in Karakura Town.

The setting sun bathed the streets of Karakura Town in a vibrant orange-red hue, perfectly complementing Ichigo Kurosaki's signature orange short hair.

Fifteen-year-old Ichigo was walking home. His height of 174 centimeters was not outstanding among his peers, but his muscular physique, honed through years of karate training, made his well-defined muscles stand out under his fitted T-shirt.

His sharply defined oval face always wore a fierce expression that kept strangers at bay, and coupled with his naturally strange hair color, he was mistaken for a delinquent from a young age.

"Ichigo! You're back!"

As soon as he pushed open the door of Kurosaki Clinic, his father, Kurosaki Isshin, greeted him with an exaggerated flying kick.

Ichigo skillfully dodged to the side and delivered a backhand chop to the back of his father's neck.

"Dad, stop acting crazy first thing in the morning." Ichigo sighed, looking at his father who was always so unserious.

In the living room, twin sisters Yuuko and Karin are helping the gentle Black Knight Masaki prepare dinner.

The girl, also gentle in nature, busied herself like a little mother, wearing an apron.

Xia Li, dressed as a tomboy, was helping out while complaining about the paranormal events in the news.

This is Ichigo Kurosaki's home, a somewhat noisy yet exceptionally warm and complete home.

Although Ichigo Kurosaki's father, Isshin Kurosaki, seems unreliable, he is an absolutely good man.

As dusk fades and night falls.

Two figures landed on the roof of the clinic like ghosts.

These two were Shen Jue and Rukia Kuchiki, who had been busy all day.

Shen Jue brought Rukia Kuchiki to Ichigo Kurosaki's house with great interest.

Rukia Kuchiki found it very strange, because Shen Jue said he wanted to see her soul burial technique, so he took Rukia Kuchiki to the nearest place, a place where souls lingered in the mortal world.

Does the Soul Burial technique require practice? Rukia Kuchiki thought to herself, "Isn't it just a matter of pressing the Soul button?"

Shen Jue remained silent, only smiling.

Ichigo, the Black Knight, had just finished dinner and gone upstairs to his room when his pupils suddenly contracted.

He met two people who were both familiar and unfamiliar.

As a boy who has seen all kinds of spirits since childhood, this is the first time Ichigo Kurosaki has been so nervous.

Because the two people in the room were dressed in matching black outfits and looked serious.

The soul in front of the woman seemed to be being sent to an unknown place.

Standing next to the woman was a tall, handsome man who looked very dashing and debonair.

The man, dressed in a haori, was looking around Kurosaki Ichigo's room with a lazy yet inquisitive gaze.

"This is truly where the dream began," Shen Jue suddenly exclaimed.

Kurosaki Ichigo had a very strange feeling.

It was as if he had seen Shen Jue in a dream long ago.

This feeling was like some kind of instinctive reaction etched deep in his soul, making Ichigo Kurosaki both want to get closer to Shen Jue and instinctively want to defend himself.