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

The night sky over Karakura Town, with its overwhelming spiritual pressure like ocean waves, instilled a deep-seated fear and immense pressure in many humans in the mortal world with high spiritual pressure.

However, those with weak spiritual pressure were unable to perceive the terrifying changes in Karakura Town.

The captains of the Gotei 13 of Soul Society stood side by side, their Zanpakuto ready to be drawn at any moment. The heavy spiritual pressure made it almost impossible for the Shinigami patrolling in the real world to breathe.

The Hollows of Hueco Mundo, leading their subordinates, confronted the Soul Society. The aftershocks of the Black Hole still surged behind the Hollows, and Cero flashes gathered and flickered.

The third-party force consists of Kisuke Urahara and other former Shinigami who defected to Soul Society.

Once war breaks out, they are very likely to stay out of it and leave at any time.

Hribel hovered in mid-air, watching the subtle atmosphere between the group of Shinigami and the Hollowfied Shinigami opposite her, a hint of amusement flashing in her emerald green eyes.

"Oh?"

"It seems that you are not a monolithic entity internally."

Stark lazily raised his twin pistols and sighed as he looked at the Grim Reapers opposite him.

"Hribel, stop talking."

"I hate this kind of scene the most."

Barragán snorted coldly, and black flames surged through the gaps in the skull mask.

"Who cares if they're fighting amongst themselves?"

"All I want to know is where the King is."

"Given the current situation, we don't want Hueco Mundo and Soul Society to start a major war."

"Only the king can do this."

Ulquiorra stood quietly at the forefront of Hueco Mundo, his green eyes calmly sweeping over the Grim Reapers.

His gaze lingered on Toshiro Hitsugaya for a moment, then on Kisuke Urahara for a moment.

Then, he turned his head slightly and looked in one direction.

That's the direction of the Kurosaki family's residence.

"Special spiritual pressure..."

His lips moved slightly, but his voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Upon seeing Uralchio dressed entirely in anime character clothing, Kisuke Urahara raised his hand to lower the brim of his hat and couldn't help but speak.

"I'd like to say, Yoruichi, these Hollows seem a little too special."

"This almost perfectly overlaps with the group known as 'otaku' in the modern world..."

"And the king they mentioned is also very strange."

Yoruichi ignored Kisuke Urahara and stared intently at Harribel opposite her.

"I know."

"This woman doesn't look like a good person."

"And I can smell Shen Jue's scent!"

Kisuke Urahara was stunned; for a moment, it seemed as if a bolt of lightning had struck his brain.

Countless clues pieced together in his mind, perfectly merging into one!

"No, that's not right..."

The figures of Shen Ran, Aizen, Hollows, rogue Shinigami, Quincy, Ichigo Kurosaki, and others flashed before Kisuke Urahara's eyes!

Finally, Kisuke Urahara glanced at Yoruichi and sighed, "I hope our dear brother Shen Jue won't do anything reckless."

The smile on his face faded considerably, and even the hand waving the fan slowed down a bit.

Meanwhile, Harribel coldly stared at the Death Alliance, gripping the Emperor Shark's hand even tighter.

"Our king is in the world."

"And you, the Grim Reapers, have come to stop us from finding the King?"

Shinji Hirako tilted his head, his hand resting on the ethereal mask.

"What king?"

"And who's going to stop you?"

"We're just here..."

Grimmjow's maniacal laughter interrupted him.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Let's fight first!"

Grimmjow, the most impulsive of the Hollows, suddenly unleashed his spiritual pressure, which exploded beneath his feet.

He charged towards Kenpachi Zaraki like a cannonball.

The captain-level Grim Reapers standing nearby twitched their lips slightly.

They somewhat admired the courage of that reckless fool.

Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes lit up instantly, and the little Yachiru on his shoulder pouted.

"Hahaha! I'm starting to like you!" Kenpachi Zaraki laughed wildly.

"This guy is mine!"

The two figures collided suddenly in mid-air, and the shockwave of spiritual pressure swept through the air, blowing many Shinigami members away by the violent spiritual pressure.

It was as if it were a signal.

The deathly aura of Barragán surged forth, and the decaying spiritual pressure caused the surrounding buildings to age and crumble rapidly.

"Shoot him, Divine Spear." Gin Ichimaru still wore that smile as he decisively released his Zanpakuto.

The infinitely elongated Zanpakuto pierced towards Barragan, who dodged it.

Stark sighed and raised his twin pistols.

The barrage of endlessly reloaded Cero bullets rained down on the Visored Legion.

Shinji Hirako suddenly ripped off his mask.

The ethereal spiritual pressure exploded with a deafening roar.

He tilted his head, his Zanpakuto spinning in reverse.

"Reverse stroke".

The barrage of Cero projectiles was completely reversed the moment it made contact with him, blasting back towards Stark himself.

Ulquiorra stood quietly in place, watching the chaotic battle unfold before him.

Then he looked up and gazed in one direction.

That very special spiritual pressure was there.

His lips twitched slightly.

"I don't want to fight, I really want to go back to playing Madoka Magica."

Yoruichi and Harribel clashed again.

Golden and dark spiritual pressure exploded in the air.

In the far distance of the sky, a tiny black cavity quietly opened.

A green-glowing eye peeked out from the dark cavity.

Nellyel had unknowingly left the battlefield and was flying towards the Kurosaki family's territory.

She wore an innocent smile and clutched a handheld game console, a specialty of Hueco Mundo, in her hand.

"hey-hey!"

"I know where the king went..."

"That night, Wang told us everything he should and shouldn't have said."

"My king, I've arrived!"

Just as the three forces were on the verge of a full-scale war.

A calm voice rang out from the very center of the battlefield.

"Give me some face, please stop!"

Under the moonlight, three figures appeared out of thin air in the center of the battlefield.

The leader was Shen Jue, who was wearing a gorgeous white captain's haori.

He wore an innocent smile, yet his spiritual pressure enveloped the entire Karakura Town like an abyss.

The melee abruptly ended, with only Kenpachi Zaraki, still laughing wildly as he slashed at Grimmjow.

The two fought happily, their spiritual pressure fluctuations continuing to rise.

To Shen Jue's left is Ichigo Kurosaki, the substitute Shinigami.

Ichigo held Zangetsu in his hand, his face still showing the astonishment of being suddenly pulled into the battlefield.

On the right is Shiba Isshin, the head of the Shiba family, also known as Kurosaki Isshin.

His lost captain-level spiritual pressure was casually restored by Shen Jue, and a powerful spiritual pressure slowly rose from Shiba Isshin's body.

The eyes of all three forces were simultaneously focused on them.

Herribel's emerald green eyes narrowed slightly.

"king!"

Stark lazily put down his twin pistols and sighed.

"Oh dear, if you show up on your own initiative, this will probably make things even more complicated."

The black flames raged even more fiercely through the gaps in the Barragán skull mask.

"As the King of Hueco Mundo, you actually chose to reveal your identity?"

"But if you desire to unify the three realms, I, Barragán, will follow you for eternity!"

"Our King of Emptiness!"

Ulquiorra's gaze lingered on Shen Jue for a moment.

"Your Majesty, can we go back to Hueco Mundo? Is unifying the three realms really necessary?"

Kurosaki Ichigo looked at Isshin beside him, then at Shen Jue.

"Dad?"

"Professor Shen Jue?"

"What exactly is going on?"

Kurosaki Isshin scratched his head and gave a wry smile.

"It's complicated to explain."

"I don't know what to do in this situation."

"Furthermore, we should stay away from your teacher, Shen Jue."

Kurosaki Isshin took a deep breath, looked at Shen Jue, who was smiling and playing the role of a face-saving fruit user, and subconsciously took a step back with his son.

At this moment, Kisuke Urahara lowered the brim of his hat and glanced at Shen Jue before speaking.

"oops."

"Even the head of the Shiba family has come."

"And where is our beloved Captain Aizen?"

Yoruichi raised an eyebrow, looking at Shen Jue who had suddenly appeared, without any surprise.

"Brother Shen Jue, you've kept this a secret for a long time." Her words were full of a special meaning.

Shinji Hirako, having drawn his Zanpakuto, lowered his head, looking at the Shinigami, then at the Arrancar, and finally at Shen Jue.

"So now..."

"Is it no longer possible to continue fighting?"

Shen Jue smiled and nodded, his gaze sweeping over the Shinigami captains and Arrancars who had appeared below.

"Seriously, Captain Zaraki and Grimmjow, you two should curb your fighting spirit."

He raised his hand and pressed down gently.

An abyss-like spiritual pressure suddenly descended.