Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The enormous creature crawling on the ground was completely different from the image Naraku Sora remembered.

His limbs were thick and powerful, like stone pillars, and his body was covered with steel-like muscles, exuding a breathtaking sense of power.

His skin had a metallic sheen, and the veins beneath the surface throbbed and moved like living things, giving him an indestructible appearance.

It resembled a mountain of flesh.

When the Pisha Jizo stood up, the sunlight was completely blocked out, and shadows fell heavily like an iron curtain, exuding a suffocating and terrifying sense of oppression.

Based on the collected intelligence, the self-aware demonic fetus with the seal of the demonic fetus believes that this form of Jizo is the most effective counter to Naraku.

A true anti-air weapon.

"Reduce the number of nerves on the surface to the limit, increase the strength of the spirit body as much as possible, disperse and recombine the spirit particles, and distribute them between the muscle fibers to create a power that can easily crush death."

Mayuri obtained information about Hikari Jizo and completed the analysis in an instant.

Because of their synchronized thinking, he was quite satisfied with the plan for the Demon Embryo Seal Syndrome. The only problem was that the information might be a bit outdated.

The roar subsided the instant it faded.

With a series of cracking sounds, as his body gradually tensed up, countless spiderweb-like cracks suddenly spread wildly outward from under the feet of the Hijiri King, causing the entire training ground to groan in agony as if it could not bear the weight.

boom--!

The next instant, the air suddenly exploded with visible ripples, the enormous muscular monster vanished from its spot, and the ground beneath its feet completely collapsed.

When it reappeared, it had already teleported in front of Naraku, its short, thick fingers clenched together to form a fist like a heavy hammer.

Without any fancy techniques, even the spiritual pressure was entirely concentrated in the body, resulting in a pure and extreme burst of power.

The fist squeezed the air to create an impact, and the roar of the explosion suddenly spread out, instantly tearing apart the ground within a radius of tens of meters.

His exaggerated performance left Kisuke Urahara speechless.

This visually striking scene alone is many times more powerful than the previous Golden Ashikaga Jizo.

However, in terms of art style, the previous bizarre image was more suitable for Mayuri Kurotsuchi's identity as a scientist.

The current Jizo of Ashisogi seems more like that brute Naraku.

Of course, this idea only dared to pass through my mind; to actually say it aloud would be pure suicide.

He doesn't want to die from overwork at such a young age.

Life is wonderful, and there are still countless mysteries waiting for him to uncover.

Just as he was muttering to himself, the shadow of the fist had completely enveloped Naraku and fell mercilessly.

Bang-!

A muffled thud suddenly exploded!

A tremendous force descended, and the ground centered on Narakuku suddenly cracked open, sending countless dust particles flying and swirling in the impact.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the figure standing in the center, as upright as a stone monument, his right hand raised as if supporting something.

He effortlessly parried the full-force attack of Pissatsu Jizo.

It was effortless.

Seemingly sensing the enemy's difficulty, Pisha Jizang roared to the sky, and at the moment the sound waves erupted, his muscular arms arched backward.

His massive, fleshy body tensed, and his fists slammed down like hydraulic presses.

The frenzied attacks were relentless, creating countless afterimages that were difficult to detect with the naked eye. The deafening shockwaves pierced the sky and swept outwards in all directions!

"It seems to be in the direction of the martial arts training ground."

"Wow, you really have boundless energy, curling up like this every day!"

"As expected of the prison warden, his teeth and jaws are strong and powerful!"

Startled by the explosion, the prison guards all looked towards the training ground, admired the spreading aftershocks, and then continued with their work and training.

There's nothing special about it; it's just that it looks familiar.

Ever since Naraku Sora researched the fusion of swordsmanship and demonic arts and blasted a dojo into ruins, similar commotions have frequently occurred in the barracks.

At first, the team members were at a loss, but as time went by and the number of times increased, they gradually got used to it.

Under this relentless, torrential onslaught, Naraku Sora did indeed feel a little uncomfortable.

The attack of the Pisha Jizo is not just effective on the surface.

Each time his fist landed, the spiritual particles in the atmosphere would vibrate, and his internal organs would resonate along with them.

It seems to have completely ignored spiritual pressure defense.

Aizen's gaze remained calm as he habitually wrote down the few parameters he had captured.

The ability to resonate cannot penetrate steel.

If it were any other Grim Reaper, they would most likely have suffered internal injuries by now.

But Narakuku appeared completely unharmed, and even his breathing remained calm and undisturbed.

"..."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi stared blankly at the scene.

Although the information is somewhat outdated, the discrepancy shouldn't be that big, right?

Is it really true that the Jizo he painstakingly modified can't even break through the opponent's defenses?

It's incredibly disappointing.

After enduring countless heavy blows and realizing that Ashisogi Jizo had no new moves, Naraku prepared to end the battle.

hum-

His right arm was instantly covered with arcs of electricity as bright as sunlight, and white energy burst out at his shoulder blade, scattering the Shinigami uniform on his upper body.

The power of the demonic path converged into a blazing torrent, bursting forth mixed with electric arcs.

With five fingers clenched together, it forcefully rammed upwards.

boom--

The disproportionate collision of the two fists created a visible shockwave that exploded instantly, turning the entire training ground into a shattered glass structure.

Spiderweb-like cracks, hundreds of meters in diameter, suddenly spread, causing the tall, sturdy building to teeter on the brink of collapse.

Before he could even let out a wail, his thick, pillar-like arm underwent a horrific transformation. Layers of bone beneath the muscles snapped, flesh and blood disintegrated and splattered everywhere, spraying out a waterfall of blood mist.

The mountain of flesh lasted for less than half a second before bursting open like a balloon, scattering sticky fragments of flesh and blood like a torrential rain.

The scene was quite chaotic at one point.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi shook his head in disappointment and released his Bankai with a backhand.

Countless fragments vanished as spiritual particles, eventually forming a cracked Zanpakuto in his hand.

"It was just wishful thinking after all."

Seeing Mayuri Kurotsuchi completely unaffected, Kisuke Urahara couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

If a normal Shinigami's Bankai is shattered, even if they are not seriously injured, they will collapse on the spot.

In contrast, his colleague acted as if nothing had happened.

Is there anyone normal left in Zhenyang Prison?!

Oh right, Mr. Aizen is quite normal.

His speech and manners were impeccable, and even his Zanpakuto was remarkably normal.

To be honest, the abilities of the water-based system are rather ordinary; they merely use the chaotic reflections of mist and water to confuse the enemy and cause them to fight each other.

With such a shallow ability, it's no exaggeration to say that he could easily come up with a hundred ways to crack it.

If Mayuri Kurotsuchi's modification techniques can be completely stabilized, and if Aizen doesn't mind, perhaps he could also try modifying his Zanpakuto.

Otherwise, spending all day with a monster like Naraku would be too much pressure.

So, how did such a normal, good person become good friends with Naraku Sora?

Could it be that the two of them have something in common?

Just as he was struggling with this decision, Naraku Sora came over and commented:

"Mayuri, actually the modified Ashisogi Jizo is already quite strong, and its mechanics are very suitable for you."

"The reason it didn't perform very well is due to the numerical values."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi frowned: "Numbers?"

After a moment's thought, he understood what Naraku Sora meant, and then grinned:

"I see, I understand now."

"However, spiritual pressure is not very meaningful to me. Since the upper limit of modification is here, let's consider this research as completed for now."

"Next, it's time to explore new unknowns."

With that, he pulled Kisuke Urahara along and headed toward the laboratory.

Although his face is repulsive, it must be admitted that in the field of science, only Kisuke Urahara can keep up with him and his way of thinking.

Aizen is also an option, but he always gives me the feeling that he's hiding something deep inside.

In addition, due to his special status, he is not as useful as Kisuke Urahara.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about the important matter."

Watching the two leave, Naraku suddenly thought of something and turned to say something.

"Sousuke, I'm going on a long trip the day after tomorrow."

Aizen, busy organizing the collected parameters, replied dismissively without even looking up:

"Where?"

"Lingwang Palace".

"?"

The pen, which had been writing continuously, suddenly stopped. After an eerie silence, Aizen slowly raised his head and looked at Naraku Sora with a furrowed brow.