Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The crimson sword pressed down, tearing apart the lightning pillar, extinguishing the electric arcs, and even shredding the clouds in the sky.

Amidst the rising gust of wind, a tall and slender figure appeared without warning, her delicate fingers pressing on the hilt of the sword, slashing out at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

The dim sword pressure flashed by, arriving in an instant. The heavy pressure enveloped Naraku in the moment it was released, creating an excellent opportunity for the next attack.

The sword spirit blinked, parted her lips slightly, and softly chanted:

"At the edge of a thousand hands, the darkest hand is unreachable, the archer of the heavens is unseeable..."

An immense spiritual pressure, as if the sky were collapsing, settled in the desolate landscape. Everywhere the eye could see, the scorched earth sank and solidified, as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Before Emperor Fajaye, scorching cherry-colored flames ignited, and the heavy pressure continued to intensify, seemingly without limit.

Kisuke Urahara, standing nearby, was completely dumbfounded.

I thought that one person and one sword would be like before, like the 11th Division brutes wielding swords and slashing each other, comparing the strength of their respective stats.

To everyone's surprise, the two sides ended up using their ghostly powers against each other.

It's a high-sequence breakthrough technique that even ordinary captains find difficult to master, and judging from its power, it can no longer be described as merely proficient.

It's as if they've turned badass techniques into an instinctive, slashing motion.

Naraku Sora was alright, but Urahara Kisuke never treated him like a human being, in any sense.

But what he was fighting was a materialized Zanpakuto!

Can a Zanpakuto learn Kido (demon arts)?

Kisuke Urahara suddenly remembered his Benihime and fell into deep thought.

"Hado No. 91: Senju Kyoten Taiho!"

The moment the words fell, Naraku Sora crushed the incoming sword pressure.

Immediately afterwards, the cherry-colored, blazing flames burned away in an instant, transforming into dazzling beams of light that floated in the sky, like the treasures of a king.

New stars rose again in the fiery red night sky, as if life had returned and time had turned back.

The elder sister, Dao Ling, smiled as she gazed at Naraku Sora ahead. With a casual flick of her finger, countless cherry-colored beams of light shot out, heading straight for the burning figure.

The Thousand-Handed Heavenly Cannon erupted with a deafening roar, sending a blazing pillar of fire soaring into the sky and transforming into a cross of light, extinguishing the remaining embers on the ground.

The spiritual pressure surrounding Naraku's body relentlessly extinguished the incoming fierce light. The two forces were clearly distinct, and the shockwaves swept in all directions, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Wherever the aftershocks passed, layers of barren land were lifted up, turning the withered skeletons below into ashes that dissipated into the air.

Spiritual pressure protection cannot negate all attacks, since the spiritual pressure of one person and one sword is at the same level.

Although it is unknown why the Punjaya Emperor would release the Hado, in terms of power, it is in no way inferior to Naraku's Hado.

Even stronger!

The cross of light engulfed Naraku, and the outermost haori was the first to suffer, as it was made using a different technique than the Shinigami armor and had almost no defensive capabilities.

The Death Armor blocked for a moment, then melted away like snow.

The remaining intense light swept in like a torrent, landing squarely on Naraku's body.

Accompanied by a piercing scraping sound, countless sparks burst forth, but the tough steel sheet absorbed and neutralized the impact, leaving only a shallow scorch mark.

Upon seeing this, Emperor Fajaye raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Although she is the embodiment of a Zanpakuto, she spends most of her time on the twisted and winding stars, trusting them without reservation.

She knew that Naraku Sora was very strong, that was all.

Despite the stinging pain throughout his body, Naraku Sora grinned, a wisp of white steam escaping from between his gleaming white teeth, and arcs of electricity erupted from his sinister smile.

The moment his right foot stepped forward, it unleashed a terrifying speed.

Like lightning sweeping across the sky, it crashed down towards the location of Emperor Fajaya, slashing downwards.

Dragon Flash - Rhinoceros Strike!

With a single slash, the violent sword pressure seemed to ignite, enveloping the vicinity of Emperor Fajaye and distorting the surrounding air.

In the blink of an eye, the earth collapsed, creating shockwaves visible to the naked eye.

Because this area is a no-man's land, Naraku Kuro didn't hold back at all when he started fighting, unleashing the terrifying power hidden within his body.

Correspondingly, the punishment of Emperor Fajaya was no less severe.

The dazzling and intricate moves, like brilliant stars, released endless light and heat. Even the aftershocks tore the barren earth beneath their feet into hideous fissures.

Like an abyss.

But this time, she only lasted a few minutes before falling completely into a disadvantageous position.

When Naroku cleaved him away with another strike, the ground beneath Fajaya's feet carved out scorched furrows, and he barely managed to stop himself.

She looked up, a relieved smile on her face:

"It seems that nothing can stop you from moving forward."

"In that case, let's stop here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the desolate scene that looked like an apocalyptic disaster suddenly disappeared.

With a flick of his wrist, Fajaya Tei unleashed a heavy spiritual pressure upon his Zanpakuto, causing jet-black branches to sprout from its originally slender blade and extend outwards continuously.

A deep crimson color spread from the center, climbing up the branches and radiating a ferocious glow.

A brilliant, intense light brewed from the blade, burst forth, soared into the sky, and transformed into a torrent, distorting the surrounding air.

The broad blade and slender body formed a striking contrast. The sword spirit looked tenderly at Naraku Sora and whispered:

"I'm going now."

Without any hesitation, when the Punjaya Emperor displayed this posture, the pitch-black spiritual pressure erupted in a spiral, transforming into an unparalleled pillar of light that shot straight up to the dome.

The once azure sky instantly turned incredibly dark.

A chilling atmosphere then spread.

Countless spiritual particles coalesced, instantly forming a hideous demon mask that covered Naraku's face.

Blur!

Intense flames and leaping electric arcs intertwined, clinging to the muscular body, radiating a chilling pressure.

Faced with the descending, twisted giant blade, Naraku Sora did not dodge, but instead went straight to meet it.

In his hands, thunder roared, and the outline of the slender blade was faintly visible.

The moment the sword was raised, countless streaks of intense light stirred up a new storm from the earth.

The disproportionate blades collided, and the world seemed to be paused, a brief silence descending, even silence itself was silenced.

The next instant.

A deafening roar erupted like thunder, overlapping and intertwining, transforming into a magnificent melody that soared into the sky.

A dazzling light burst forth, transforming the earth into a raging ocean, and everything in sight was stirred up in layers of ripples.

Countless waves of excitement erupted.

At the center of the collision, a blazing light shone in Naraku Sora's eyes, and his spiritual pressure surged out unrestrainedly, desperately resisting the advancing dark heavy blade.

click-

The cracking sound was so crisp.

Cracks appeared on Naraku's Zanpakuto, as if it were some kind of signal, and instantly spread throughout the entire blade, all the way to the tsuba.

A terrifying shockwave surged down, continuously eroding the blade.

With a final, desperate cry, the Zanpakuto shattered completely.

The jet-black heavy blade landed squarely on Naraku's chest.

boom--

A dull thud rang out, and the once invincible steel armor defense lost its effectiveness. Instantly, the chest collapsed, and the impact struck the heart.

Then everything went black.

However, he did not lose consciousness and was able to clearly perceive changes in his surroundings.

Countless spirit particles emitted a faint light, constantly piecing together the desolate world before them.

It's as if time has turned back.

Before Naraku Sora's eyes, a magnificent palace gradually appeared, suspended high in the sky.

As the perspective shifts, four more disc-shaped buildings appear to surround the viewpoint.

"The Spirit King's Palace?"

Naraku Sora was somewhat taken aback.

As a death god who had once ascended the Soul King's Palace, he was naturally familiar with the scene before him.

However, the scene here differed slightly from what he remembered.

boom--!

As it was observing, the earth suddenly shattered, and buildings of different styles rose from the ground, completely crushing the original palace and replacing it.

Naraku Sora raised his eyebrows, as if he had guessed something.

A sticky, heavy spiritual pressure enveloped the entire Spirit King Palace, making the surrounding air thick and viscous.

The following scenes unfolded as if on fast-forward, with familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar figures appearing in this true world city, sparking a series of thrilling battles.

Naraku Sora, disguised as an observer, moved through the scene, watching everything with some confusion.

He doesn't understand.

Is this really the future?

Or is it a replay of a scene from memory?

Although confused, I watched calmly.

He was like someone from another dimension, completely unable to interfere with what was happening before his eyes.

However, just when Naraku thought the ending would be as he remembered, with Yhwach dying from a single blow by a certain numerical monster,