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

The night sky over Seireitei was torn apart, not with a neat rectangular cut like the one in the Black Hole, but as if it had been forcibly ripped open from the inside by a giant hand.

A blinding white light exploded in the plaza in front of the First Squadron's barracks.

The spiritual pressure contained within the pillar of light, mixed with the unique sandy smell of Hueco Mundo and a nauseatingly sweet and fishy odor, instantly suppressed the flow of all spiritual particles in the surrounding area, even stopping the wind.

Sensing the abnormal spiritual pressure fluctuations, many Shinigami rushed to the plaza.

Jushiro Ukitake arrived at the square with a solemn expression.

Kyoraku Shunsui, however, abandoned his usual languidness, his eyes sharpening beneath his straw hat, ready to unleash the Katen Kyokotsu at any moment.

Kenpachi Zaraki's pupils dilated slightly with excitement, and his nodachi trembled restlessly on his back.

As the light faded, a figure emerged from it.

He was a young man whose captain's uniform and haori, though tattered as if torn by countless claws and with sharp crystals characteristic of Hueco Mundo hanging from the edges, did not appear disheveled.

Instead, it looks like a deliberately styled fashion outfit, exuding a sense of nonchalant decadence.

The man walked with light steps, even with a leisurely air, as if he had not just returned from Hueco Mundo, a place filled with killing and despair, but had simply taken a stroll in the back garden and dealt with a few minor troubles along the way.

It's like a tourist who has just returned home from a vacation in Hawaii.

However, what made the captains present feel a chill down their spines was the mask this person was wearing.

It was a white, ethereal mask made entirely of spiritual particles, with strange, dark red patterns flowing across its surface, like the pulsating blood vessels of some living creature.

The mask fit the man's facial contours perfectly, covering his entire face.

"Hahaha! Finally I can cut you down?!" Kenpachi Zaraki, the captain of the 11th Division, roared, his hand already on the hilt of his Zanpakuto, but he did not rush forward immediately.

The figure stopped and seemed to shrug slightly.

"Oh dear, really."

The voice came from behind the mask, carrying a hint of laziness and complaint, as if complaining about the bad weather.

"What a unique welcoming ceremony!"

The sound had a metallic, grating quality, but it wasn't hoarse. Instead, it possessed a strange magnetism that made it particularly jarring in the silent night.

"Shen Jue?"

A strange expression appeared on Jushiro Ukitake's sickly face, and his knuckles turned white from the force he exerted.

"Captain Shen Jue, don't let the old man see you like this."

"Otherwise, the old man might have to clean house."

Jing Le Chun Shui sighed softly, seemingly reminiscing about the Shen Jue of the past.

Shen Jue, who always had a smile on his face, seemed harmless, and liked to drink and dine with women.

Kyoraku Shunsui drew out his Zanpakuto, Katen Kyokotsu, and Shen Jue's elder brother was on high alert.

That's right, the one wearing the white Hollow mask is Shen Jue, who has returned from Hueco Mundo.

"Brother Shen Jue, in your current state, it would be better if you just died in Hueco Mundo."

Kyoraku Shunsui said with a heavy heart, "Now that you have fallen into nothingness, let us join forces to send you to your rest."

Shen Jue's spiritual pressure at this moment was obscure and unclear, and coupled with the white Void Mask he was wearing, it was clear that everyone had already identified him.

Shen Jue has been corrupted by the power of the void and is about to transform into a beast devoid of reason, knowing only killing and desire.

"The dragon slayer becomes the dragon."

"It was my fault that you investigated the rebellion."

"I never expected that even a powerful Grim Reaper like you would be attacked."

Kyoraku Shunsui sighed, "It seems that Seireitei is truly in dire straits."

"Don't curse me. I finally escaped from Hueco Mundo, Brother Shunsui," Shen Jue said casually, wearing a white Hollow mask.

What does it mean to have fallen into emptiness?

Shen Jue raised her hand and patted the dust off her body, her movements as elegant as if she were attending a noble ball, completely ignoring the many captains who were arriving one after another.

"The scenery in Hueco Mundo is a bit monotonous, all desert and bones, but the 'Hollows' there are quite hospitable, insisting on treating me to lunch and playing games."

"I had to make excuses for a long time before I could get away."

"Shen Jue," Kyoraku Shunsui said softly. Katen Kyokotsu was already unsheathed, the tip of the blade pointing directly at Shen Jue, but his hand holding the blade was tightening slightly.

"Take that face off! Or let me chop it off!"

Shen Jue stopped what he was doing, turned his head, and in the shadows beneath the white mask, two crimson lights flickered faintly.

He let out a soft chuckle, a chuckle tinged with a chilling pleasure.

"Take it down? Captain Kyoraku Shunsui, are you sure you want to see this?"

Shen Jue leaned forward slightly, as if sharing a secret, and said, "I'm not quite the same as I used to be."

"The 'specialty' of Hueco Mundo tastes absolutely delicious."

He suddenly raised his head, and the dark red patterns on his mask lit up instantly, unleashing an overwhelming spiritual pressure!

The shockwave shattered the square, sending dust and smoke billowing everywhere.

"It seems pretty good."

Shen Jue placed his hand on the white mask, lowered his head slightly, and burst into loud laughter!

"Hahaha!"

At this moment, Shen Jue's Jiahao Value is skyrocketing! Soaring!

"This is my kingly power!!!"

Shen Jue suddenly looked up, bent his knees slightly, and ripped off the white mask from his face!

Shen Jue, beneath the mask, was still handsome, though blood stained the corner of his mouth.

A beautiful figure flashed by.

The white mask vanished in Shen Jue's hand. Shen Jue spread his hands and smiled awkwardly at Unohana Retsu, who had already put a knife to his neck.

Seeing Shen Jue's awkward smile, Unohana Retsu slowly sheathed her Zanpakuto.

Unohana Retsu, who always kept her eyes narrowed, opened them wide for the first time, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes.

This was the first time Shen Jue had seen Unohana Retsu with such an expression.

Fortunately, this wasn't a mysterious room where you couldn't leave without fighting, otherwise Shen Jue would have stabbed Captain Mao Zhihua Lie countless times.

Unohana Retsu's cool and aloof older sister face showed dissatisfaction with Shen Jue's childish behavior, as well as relief at Shen Jue's eventual return.

"Captain Shen Jue, please be more mature and stop doing things that will cause misunderstandings."

"The safety of Soul Society depends on you."

Shen Jue scratched his hair, instinctively wanting to wipe off the hair gel, but he found that he was completely surrounded by many Death Captains.

Captain-Commander Yamamoto drew his Zanpakuto and glared at Shen Jue, clearly waiting for a reasonable explanation.

Kyoraku Shunsui did not retract the Katen Kyokotsu; the long and short swords in his hand gleamed with a sharp, cold light.

When Shen Jue's elder brother saw that Shen Jue was unharmed and had not been corrupted by the power of the void, the sadness in his heart finally dissipated.

"I'll say it," Shen Jue said, spreading her arms wide to present an innocent look.

He tried to speak in a gentle tone to avoid being angrily attacked by the numerous captains.

After all, Shen Jue had just blown up the First Division's historic square that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"I can explain all of this."

Soi Fon, the captain of the Second Division, arrived at the scene and stared at Shen Jue with a fierce look.

This petite female Grim Reaper wished she could devour Shen Jue, who had toyed with so many captains, in one bite.

The sickly Jushiro Ukitake just smiled slightly.