Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Although the person before him was very old, the moment their eyes met, Saito subconsciously recalled the battles they had fought together back then.

If these first-generation captains were extremely evil, then the old man sitting at the head of the table was the embodiment of pure evil.

How could you not have some guts to suppress a bunch of villains so well?

Based solely on strength, even a group of eccentric individuals would not easily submit.

However, upon remembering that he was already dead, Saito's courage suddenly increased considerably. He curled his lip and said disdainfully:

"Ask about the good disciples you've taken on."

"You brat, tell your most respected teacher what you've done."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's attention immediately focused on that person.

Naraku Sora frowned and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly realized:

"Could it be the conversion of third-grade spiritual particles?"

"What, what conversion of spirit particles!"

Yamamoto opened his eyes, staring intently at his apprentice, and guessed that something extremely terrifying had happened.

"Explain it more clearly."

Narakuku grinned and said smugly:

"Naturally, it involves forcibly converting the third-class spirit particles that should have fallen into hell, so that they can enter the spirit particle cycle of the Soul Society."

"This is the result of my painstaking research and development using my extraordinary wisdom. It is a great feat that even the Spirit King could not accomplish."

When they experimented on a sinner, the gates of hell only peeked out briefly, took a deep breath of air, and then dissipated on their own.

I thought this matter was over and done with, but I didn't expect that so much time had passed before Hell finally realized what was happening.

That's quite a long reaction time.

Although he had already guessed it, Yamamoto's eyes still couldn't help but show shock when he actually heard Naraku Sora admit it.

Even before becoming Captain-Commander, he already knew the ironclad rule that "a third-class spirit particle can never return to the Soul Society."

The history of the Soul Burial Ritual is much longer than that of the Gotei 13.

Since the establishment of the Gotei 13, this responsibility has been personally taken over by him as the Captain-Commander.

For a thousand years, nothing has ever changed.

Yamamoto has personally sent his former comrades and subordinates to hell time and time again. He has experienced this cruelty countless times.

From the original captains to the new successors.

Despite repeatedly asking the five noble families, the Mikado family, who were responsible for guarding the gates of hell, if there was any way to end this endless torment.

But the answer I got each time was, no.

To maintain balance between the three realms and hell, Yamamoto could only silently carry out his orders.

However, there is now hope for relief.

He no longer had to endure that pain, no longer had to send his teammates and subordinates to hell time and time again, subjecting them to unimaginable torment.

"Then I have one more question."

Yamamoto took a deep breath and turned his gaze back to Saito, who had a fierce look on his face.

"You've returned from hell, did you come to seek liberation from Naraku Sora?"

Upon hearing this, Saito scoffed, "Lord Genryusai, I think you've been the Captain-Commander for too long and you've become senile."

"How can someone who has fallen into hell possibly escape the control of hell?"

"From the moment I became the culprit, I was no longer my true self."

"The reason I returned to Soul Society was because I was guided by the will of Hell to find a Shinigami named Naraku Sora and kill him."

"To completely end the so-called method of converting spiritual particles."

Yamamoto's expression immediately turned serious.

I originally thought that the only threat to the Seireitei was the Wandenreich, but now there's another hellish threat.

He didn't know much about hell.

However, it is clear that in the millions of years of history since the Three Realms were separated, the number of third-level spiritual power experts who have fallen into hell is by no means small.

If Saito is immortal, then there's really nothing to worry about.

But what if she were just a striker?

If Saito fails completely and the Will of Hell chooses to go all out and open the gates of Hell, then it would truly be the end of the world.

Yamamoto considers himself the strongest among the Shinigami, but he still can't guarantee that he can survive an attack by countless Captain-level Shinigami.

Should we ask Squad Zero for permission?

Just as he was struggling with this decision, Saito sneered:

“Yuan Liuzhai, stop thinking about those meaningless things. The only thing you can do now is to hand this silly boy over to hell.”

"With the current power of Soul Society, it is impossible for them to contend with Hell."

“Since we fell into hell, we have been in a state of immortality. Although we suffer unimaginable torment every day, we have also gained greater power than before.”

"Isn't Yinling considered to be in the upper-middle tier among the captains?"

"Ask him if he's my match."

Upon hearing this, Kuchiki Ginryo, who had been standing to the side with bandages wrapped around his body, lowered his head in shame.

The two are not even in the same league.

He was beaten almost the entire time and had no chance to fight back.

If Naraku Sora hadn't arrived in time, the Kuchiki family would have been having a feast by now.

“The Grim Reapers lack the means to kill us.”

Although Saito spoke coldly, his words revealed a subtle but unmistakable worry.

Even though he was already dead, he still didn't want to see his former friend suffer the same fate as him.

"Even if we temporarily repel the Hellish Scoundrels, they will come back after a while."

"Once or twice might not be a problem, but what if it happens ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand or ten thousand times?"

Yamamoto slowly closed his eyes.

He now has two choices.

One option is to hand Naraku over to Hell and maintain the status quo.

Secondly, he would wage war against Hell and then lead the Soul Reapers to their complete annihilation.

The vast gap between them made him see no hope of victory whatsoever.

But giving up easily is not his style.

Watching your disciples go to their deaths is more agonizing than sending your former teammates and subordinates to hell.

After listening to Saito's words, the others in the conference room also fell into deep thought, and a pessimistic atmosphere gradually spread.

But some people made different preparations.

If Yamamoto makes a wrong decision, they will immediately voice their opposition.

"Hey kid, are you feeling despair now?"

Saito turned his head, looked at the figure beside him, and mocked.

"despair?"

Naraku Sora grinned: "When did you get the idea that I would have those kinds of emotions?"

"If the will of hell is truly so powerful that it cannot be resisted, such as when words become law, then perhaps I will despair."

"But right now, it's the one that's truly helpless."

Saito was taken aback, looking completely bewildered.

"You don't think the method I developed is simply about converting third-grade spiritual particles into something that can enter the Soul Society cycle, do you?"

Naraku Sora laughed smugly:

"Its true purpose is to pull the dead who have fallen into hell back into the Three Realms!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze fell upon Naraku Sora.

Yamamoto abruptly stood up from his seat, his gaze fixed intently on his disciple, and said in a deep voice:

"Kid, are you telling the truth?"

"Enough talk, let's try and see."

Naraku Sora looked at the mature-looking captain of the 12th Division, Hikifune Kiryu, who was standing next to her.

"Captain Yeo-Boat, please provide me with a prosthetic body."

Kiryuki was taken aback, not expecting Naraku to make such a request.

However, as a researcher, she does carry a portable prosthetic body, which is the latest research finding.

When used in conjunction with the Soul-Binding Technique, it is enough to change the way the Grim Reaper acts in the mortal world.

Naraku Sora, holding the Gikai capsule, led Saito to the courtyard of the team barracks.

He casually activated the capsule, and white smoke burst out, revealing a complete cyborg standing in place.

He stood in front of Gikai, grinning at the little female demon beside him. Saito felt a chill run down his spine, sensing that something bad was about to happen.

Under the watchful eyes of the captains, Naraku clasped his hands together and whispered:

"The Impure World Reincarnation Technique!"

As the incandescent light burst forth, the artificial body seemed to come alive, constantly twisting and struggling.

Saito, standing beside her, wore a surprised expression. She could clearly sense an irresistible force vying for control of the will of hell.

Countless grayish-white dust particles were stuck to the artificial body like paper.