Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

Yhwach is finally dead, which means that the long and brutal war between the Guillotines and the Seireitei has come to an end.

However, this is just the beginning, and there will certainly be many complex things to deal with later.

However, these matters are temporarily irrelevant to Aozaki Mayuki, as he has more important tasks to complete.

Aozaki Mayuki briefly instructed Aizen, giving him full authority to oversee the post-war cleanup efforts.

Then, he shouldered Yhwach's broken body and took a step forward.

In that instant, the ruins vanished without a trace, and the complex spiritual pressure vanished from his perception range, replaced by a peaceful scene.

Before them lay a palace, its interior space boundless and filled with a faint white mist.

A gentle breeze blew in from the window, as if playing a soothing melody that calmed the mind.

The sound was like that of an ancient musical instrument, or like the singing of the souls of millions.

They were singing and chanting, creating a wonderful illusion.

Despite the passage of decades, this ancient building in the Lingwang Palace still retains that familiar feeling.

Aozaki Mayuki's gaze slowly swept over the surroundings. He did not notice any obvious changes or any newly added decorations.

The only sound was the gentle breeze blowing in his ears, which made him feel comfortable and relaxed, as if he had returned home.

There is no sacred solemnity here, only a warm atmosphere and ordinary middle-aged men.

"Yohavn, I've collected all the Yhwach fragments, hurry up and redeem the prize for me!"

Aozaki Mayuki sat casually on the stone steps, her gaze fixed on the distance.

There, on the ground lay a broken human body, the once majestic white robes and black garments long gone.

Yhwach lay quietly on the ground, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his face lifelike, still retaining the look of terror before his death.

The blood and internal organs are clearly visible, and the various parts of the body look no different from those of an ordinary person.

He wasn't breathing; it seemed he had been killed by Aozaki Mayuki's single slash.

But Aozaki Mayuki remained seated, silently gazing ahead, motionless.

To ensure that the corpse would not cause any problems, he deliberately used the power of stillness to maintain its state at the moment of death.

Aozaki Mayuki raised his hand, his voice devoid of any post-killing elation, instead unusually calm as he spoke:

"Your Majesty, stop pretending to be dead. Are you trying to tell me that this guy is really the so-called Son of God?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. He slowly raised his head, and his calm and inscrutable expression gradually disappeared, replaced by his usual gentle smile.

“He was indeed born into the world according to my will, but he is not my son. Now, it is time for him to fulfill his true mission.”

Yhwach was very frank. Although Yhwach claimed to be the son of the King of Souls, he never had a blood-related son in the course of his long life.

They both exist because the world needs them; from that perspective, they are more like brothers.

The distribution of his soul is precisely why Yhwach was able to become the progenitor of the Quincy.

But if we're really talking about it, the world's first Quincy should be this unremarkable Soul King in front of us.

He is the source of all superpowers, including Death and Fullbringers!

This deity is the world's first physical entity!

This identity did not bring arrogance. Yhwach looked at Aozaki Mayuki with a faint smile on his lips.

“Just hand it over to Ichibei later, he knows what to do,” Yohavikh said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Aozaki Mayuki saw the emotion called "guilt" on Yhwach's face for the first time.

He didn't know who Yhwach felt guilty for, but he could sense that the man had acted strangely the moment he saw Yhwach's body.

Perhaps the object of his guilt is this "brother".

Yohav sighed, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

He looked at Yhwach silently, a complex emotion in his eyes.

This brother was so weak at birth, his soul was constantly weakening, so much so that he was overwhelmed by the fear that constantly shrouded the depths of his soul.

It was precisely because of this fear of death that he started a war, hoping to return the world to a primitive state of no birth and no death, and to get rid of the fear of death.

Of course, no matter what his purpose was, he could not absolve himself of the sins he had committed, which was the result of his own indulgence.

Thinking of this, King Ling lowered his eyes.

Without a doubt, even if the reason is to save the world, one is still guilty.

"Ichibei is on his way. I'm counting on you for everything here from now on."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and said, word by word:

"You are the Spirit King."

Guilt returned to calm, and Yhwach raised his hand and waved to Aozaki Mayuki.

"You are the only god in this world, and everything in the world is as you wish."

"So, Aozaki Mayuki, become the Spirit King!"

"I'll accept your body, but I'll pass on becoming the Spirit King. I still prefer to be myself."

Aozaki Mayuki arrogantly raised her head and laughed loudly:

"I've heard enough nonsense. The world is waiting for me to save it. Let's get started."

Even more vulgar and direct than his treatment of girls, Yohavkh shook his head helplessly.

He spread his hands, and his shattered body flashed with blue light, scattering like meteors and turning into nothingness.

That supreme god, the king of all beings, vanished from this world forever.

"You've got me all hooked, but you're quick to run away."

Aozaki Mayuki's voice was filled with resentment. Before he could think it through, the door was pushed open.

A hint of sorrow seemed to appear on the head monk's face as well. He exchanged a glance with Aozaki Mayuki, and after obtaining the latter's permission, he dragged the shattered, pitch-black king away.

Did I finally win the grand prize?

Aozaki Mayuki, on the contrary, felt a sense of relief.

He stood quietly in the deathly silent hall, watching the white mist gradually dissipate and the entire space gradually brighten, as if an endless starry sky was presented before his eyes.

The stars were dazzling, and in a daze, he realized that he was no longer in the Three Realms, and where he was no longer important.

A crystal resembling a star flew down from the sky and stopped in front of Aozaki Mayuki.

The remains of the Spirit King, along with this world itself...

Aozaki Mayuki no longer pondered profound topics such as the nature of the world.

He looked down and saw that the light beneath his feet was obscured by darkness, and countless stars were falling from the sky.

Just like the first thing you do when you get home is to close the door, Aozaki Mayuki feels like she's doing the same thing now.

The last ray of light vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only the starlight in the darkness, completely cutting off any way out.

It can be said that Aozaki Mayuki is becoming increasingly integrated with the world.

Chapter 493 The Will of Hell

Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

At a glance, the hell stretched out endlessly, with towering stone pillars, a miasma-filled atmosphere, and a desolate landscape.

At this moment, Aozaki Mayuki had actually left the Three Realms and arrived in a completely unfamiliar space.

This place doesn't seem to be the terrifying inferno of legend, but rather a desolate, deserted place.

However, he did not feel fear or panic, because this was not the first time he had witnessed such a strange sight.

At the same time, he did not fall into unfounded daydreams.

From the very beginning, he firmly believed that Rangiku and the others could take good care of him, so there was no need to worry.

Unlike what the Soul King had imagined, Aozaki Mayuki was not disturbed by external things. His goal was clear, his will was firm, and his heart was filled with a strong desire.

It was as if he could only feel at ease after completing this task.

He gripped the knife tightly, feeling no heroic sense of saving the world, but rather a peaceful state of mind.

The longing for all beings in the three realms, the desire for one's lover's body, and the yearning for the future—these emotions intertwined, like a reassuring pill, shattering all illusions about the unknown.

When that immense will of hell stood majestically before it, it actually picked up a sword formed from the principles of sin and punishment.

That unparalleled sense of oppression seemed capable of forcing even a fragile king like Yhwach to his knees.

However, all of this only intensified Aozaki Mayuki's killing intent.

After I've dealt with you, I need to rush back to create the true Son of God!

Aozaki Mayuki gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, stroking it incessantly, her eyes gleaming with unwavering determination.

Despite the shocking, godlike pressure, he was not intimidated.

However, he did not expect that the will of hell would be able to reveal its physical form.

Although it is called the Will of Hell, its name is somewhat similar to the meaning of Hell.

But their appearances are quite different; the Will of Hell has an exceptionally magnificent body, like a towering giant.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her figure was graceful.

However, it was not an ordinary body of flesh and blood, but a liquid-like purple body that was semi-transparent.

His body was covered with a layer of soft armor resembling golden bones, giving him a mysterious and majestic aura.

The eyes of the Will of Hell were like dazzling stars, and his right hand gripped a golden greatsword, the blade shimmering with a faint golden light.

The aura he exuded was extremely similar to that of the Spirit King, which was truly awe-inspiring.

Faced with such a being, it is truly difficult for people to use such a vulgar word as "monster" to describe it.

Looking at the figure before him, Aozaki Mayuki felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

That body exuded a dual aura of holiness and ferocity, like a contradictory combination.