Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"The Prison Commander is invincible!"

"Lord Naraku, we respectfully respect your mouth and teeth!"

Looking at their leader's empty back, some audacious officials felt as if something was missing. After some deep thought, they immediately realized what was going on.

One haori is missing.

Since Lord Prisoner's haori was damaged in battle, they, as his subordinates, should prepare a new one for him.

Soon, several people left the barracks and ran towards the direction of the Fengdian dormitory.

For this mission, we must prepare several haori (traditional Japanese robes) befitting Lord Naraku's status.

"Shisi Lang, doesn't this scene look a little familiar?"

Kyoraku Shunsui stroked his stubble-covered chin, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Now that you mention it, it does make a bit of a difference.

Jushiro Ukitake remarked with emotion, "The last time I saw a similar scene was in my teacher's bedroom. I remember you were the one who took me there."

"A portrait of a demon surrounded by flames."

"How nostalgic!"

Kyoraku Shunsui pursed his lips: "I never said it was an evil spirit. Although it's a bit ferocious, it's still an existence that has protected Soul Society for thousands of years."

"But I think Old Man Shan would be very pleased to see this."

Jushiro Ukitake thought for a moment: "It's not necessarily a feeling of relief. After all, when he wasn't that strong, my junior brother often made his teacher so angry that he couldn't eat."

"With such a big commotion this time, who knows how angry he will be."

At this point, the two looked at each other and smiled, the worry that had been on their faces vanishing completely.

They easily defeated Kyoya without affecting Soul Society or the human world.

Junior brother, you did a great job!

Beside her, Yoruichi crossed her arms over her chest, supporting the heavy burden, and murmured to herself:

"Seriously, this guy is getting stronger and stronger."

"Isn't it said that the stronger the Grim Reaper, the slower their strength increases? Why doesn't this rule apply to him at all?"

"It might be a bit difficult to catch up with Kong now."

"However, I can't give up. Even if I can never catch up, I can't stop getting stronger. It would be great if I could close the gap even a little bit."

Thinking of this, Yoruichi seemed to have made up her mind, and the fighting spirit in her eyes became even more intense.

On the other side, a gentle figure had already left the barracks courtyard at some point, disappearing in the direction of the Fourth Division with a flash.

Before sending out the invitation, there are a few things I need to explain in advance.

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Inside the severed boundary, Naraku looked at his masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction.

The moment the swastika was released, he felt an unprecedented sense of power. A vast, torrent-like spiritual pressure surged through his limbs and bones, inexhaustible and boundless.

It's as if I've become a sun walking among humans.

Unlike the previous half-bankai, this form can be completed smoothly without having to exhaust one's own power.

Things will fall into place naturally.

As for the ability of the Punisher Emperor - Karma-Knowledge, it seems to be somewhat related to the scenes seen in the Zanpakuto space.

Although it's unclear whether it's a parallel world or a vision of the future, that world was indeed destroyed.

Because Yhwach completely ended the cycle between spirit particles, everyone entered a "wonderful" state without fear.

But the world has come to a standstill as a result.

The first thing to be affected is the deathly silence of the planet.

His Bankai is more like transforming a dead planet into its current form.

Just like what the sword spirit did when it first used the Transcendent Body—

He plucked the winding, twisting stars from the sky and transformed them into the Zanpakuto in his hand.

Compared to Yamamoto's Zankatachi, it seems to be no less destructive, and perhaps even more so.

At the same time, it can draw on the remaining power within the planet and integrate it into itself, turning it into a tireless perpetual motion machine, and even spiritual power will not be exhausted.

If he were to fight Yamamoto, he could easily defeat him by using the "endure the old man" tactic.

As for the mental strain, there's no good solution.

However, since his debut, Naraku Sora has never encountered an enemy that could make him mentally exhausted.

Perhaps it will happen in the future.

But when that time comes, his strength might reach an even higher level.

"Hmph, did Sousuke see that?"

"This is my true power. Are you scared?"

Although he had already deactivated his Bankai, Naraku Sora was still full of confidence. He was not afraid at all, let alone a mere Kyoya, or even if Yamamoto stood in front of him.

A look of shock appeared on Aizen's face in the laboratory, while a barely perceptible hint of envy flashed in his eyes before he regained his usual composure.

"I saw it, it's just so-so."

"?"

Naraku was furious and immediately prepared to whip the incompetent illusion-type Zanpakuto. However, just as he was about to speak, the other side seemed to have noticed something and whispered a reminder.

"Be careful, your actions just now disrupted the Valley of Calling, violating the fundamental logic of the Boundary. A Ju Tu is heading towards you, and there's also..."

"Zizi..."

Before they could finish speaking, a powerful spiritual storm swept in, interrupting their communication and cutting off the call.

Immediately afterwards, a rumbling sound came, as if countless dump trucks were speeding by at full speed.

The earthquake trembled, and dust storms surged, plunging the hard-won bright sky back into darkness.

"Oh no, it's a 'Kutut'!"

Akane Shizuku looked surprised. "This thing is a cleaner within the Dangai. Pure spiritual pressure can't do anything to it. Let's leave here first."

Just then, a huge beam of light shone towards the two of them.

Like a colossal creature formed from countless layers of mud, it moved swiftly across the barren land, devouring everything in its path.

"I've already said that running away isn't my style."

Naraku Sora extended his finger, and a flash of pitch-black light disappeared from his fingertip, as if space itself had collapsed inward, forming a black hole.

Immediately afterwards, an incomparably violent torrent of darkness surged forth.

Black Cero!

Normally, only the Broken Face can use the advanced Cero.

Naraku Sora was exceptionally talented; after beating up Szayelaporro several times, he learned this skill from him.

The black flash surged forward with overwhelming force, instantly achieving a terrifying speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive, and fiercely poured into the massive body of the Kutsu.

The huge dump truck immediately came to a stop.

After a brief stalemate, the restraint, symbolizing the rules of the boundary, suddenly burst open from the middle.

Countless dust and ashes scattered, as if a black rain was falling on the barren land.

Just then, a scorching figure engulfed in flames burst into the rift, causing the surrounding air temperature to rise sharply and the already scarce moisture to evaporate rapidly.

Although he had expected it, Yamamoto's heart still skipped a beat when he saw Naraku use Cero to annihilate Kyuu.

Could this kid be affected by the power of the void, causing his soul to commit suicide?

Fortunately, there were no strange fluctuations in his spiritual pressure. After calming down, he was still his foolish disciple.

Yamamoto approached rapidly with a grim face, leaving a trail of scorching fire across the sky.

"You bastard, this is utter nonsense!"

"If the Dangai projection hadn't been projected into Soul Society, I would have been ready to activate the Kido Cannon. Do you want to die under that cannon barrel, kid?"

Seeing that familiar figure, Naraku grinned and said confidently:

"To be honest, blowing up Jiaogu and blowing up me are two different things. The mere Ghost Cannon might not be able to break through my defense."

Yamamoto's eyes widened, and he roared furiously:

"Fool, what I meant was to tell you to be more careful in your actions. What kind of behavior is this, always acting so recklessly? You haven't learned a single thing about my maturity and composure."

"?"

Naraku asked, a question mark appearing on his face.

Seeing the questioning look in his traitor's eyes, Yamamoto was furious and immediately brought up all the old grievances.

then.

A terrifying spiritual pressure, as deep as an abyss, swept across the desolate land, and flames like burning clouds floated above the rift, coloring the sky!

Chapter 250 Lack of Martial Morality

"Wait, that spiritual pressure seems to belong to the Captain-Commander, doesn't it?"

"When did that old man from the mountain go off to the border? Oh ho, a fight has broken out!"

"You're so energetic! Ever since Sora's strength improved, you've been noticeably more energetic than before."

"I don't know if it's just my imagination, but Lord Yuan Liuzhai's spiritual pressure seems to be stronger than before."

Inside the courtyard, the team captains gazed at the vortex in the sky that was about to dissipate, and genuine smiles appeared on their faces.

As for the speculation about the Rotten Wood Silver Ridge, no one took it to heart.