Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

A figure appeared and disappeared amidst the dissipating dust.

When the sandstorm subsided, Aizen, severely injured, appeared in everyone's sight.

The arms and calves were irregularly twisted, with white bone spurs protruding through the flesh, making them look particularly gruesome.

However, what is most striking is not the horrific injuries.

It was the shattered mask.

Cracks appeared on the ethereal mask, from which liquid spiritual pressure flowed out.

With a swing of the spirit blade, the twisted arm and leg were severed. As the milky-white spiritual pressure surged, the missing parts instantly grew back.

Then, he reached out and forcibly ripped off the damaged mask from his face.

A face that was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar was revealed.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi's eyes narrowed:

"Has Lord Aizen recovered from his Hollowfication?"

Kisuke Urahara's face showed disbelief, and he twitched the corner of his mouth:

"I think he has entered the second stage."

As a master in the field of Hollowfication, Naraku Sora could tell at a glance that Aizen had not yet recovered.

However, catalyzed by the power of etherealization, he made another breakthrough.

Or rather, evolution.

Besides the increase in spiritual pressure and power, his appearance has become more pleasing to the eye.

The mask was completely removed, but his body was still covered in milky white chitin, and his golden vertical pupils revealed an uncontrollable savagery.

"You started by being uncivilized, so don't blame me for being impolite."

As he spoke, Naraku Sora drew his jet-black Zanpakuto, a flash of crimson against the black background.

At the same time, five fingers pressed against the face, and an illusory mask instantly covered it.

The oppression from those in power spread instantly.

…………

Looking at the blade that had pierced his heart, a hint of surprise flashed in Aizen's eyes.

"Is this your trump card?"

Wearing a white bone mask, Mirror Flower Water Moon appeared from behind him, followed by a cold, overlapping metallic sound:

"Aizen, your arrogant words will expose the weakness hidden in your heart."

"I won this round."

Upon hearing this, Aizen lowered his gaze slightly, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips:

"When did you start to have the illusion that you would win?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the figure in front of the mirror suddenly disappeared, shattering like a struck mirror, with countless fragments scattered.

"what?!"

The mirror flower and the water moon stared wide-eyed.

scoff-

The sound of flesh tearing followed, and a blood-stained blade pierced through the body of Mirror Flower Water Moon without reservation.

How did you do that?

Looking at the hideous penetrating wound, Jinghua Shuiyue asked with difficulty.

Aizen glanced at her calmly and said softly, "I have no interest, and you have no talent."

Kyoka Suigetsu's breath hitched. Just as he was about to say something, his body began to shatter and disappear, merging into his Zanpakuto.

As night fell, a dazzling beam of light shot into the sky.

Accompanied by someone's maniacal laughter, countless afterimages streaked across the sky.

The tyrannical power was unleashed like a flood bursting its banks, raging unrestrained.

Having finally seized such an opportunity, we naturally want to make the most of it.

Good brothers should beat each other up badly.

Naraku Sora raised his blade, the heavy spiritual pressure enveloping the edge, transforming it into a hammer-like shape, its joints interlocking and emitting a sound like steel rubbing together.

However, at that moment, Aizen's golden pupils disappeared, replaced by a pair of clear eyes.

"Kong, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, his vision was suddenly covered by a pitch-black blade, and Aizen's vision went black.

The last thought before losing consciousness was—

This bastard used his position to settle personal scores!

Chapter 301 My Way Is Not Without Strength

"Is this your ethereal form?"

Naraku Sora stared at Aizen, whose appearance had hardly changed, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

When a normal Shinigami becomes Hollowfied, at the very least, a white bone mask is embedded in their face; some even grow armor-like structures.

For example, Kong Mou.

In contrast, Aizen didn't have anything like a tail or armor, or even a mask. His original brown pupils had turned into golden snake-like vertical pupils, and the whites of his eyes had turned black.

This is similar to Naraku Sora's Hollowfication.

Or rather, this is a common characteristic of Hollowfied Shinigami.

Naraku Sora scrutinized Aizen's changes and seriously suspected that the so-called Hollowfication experiment was just a smokescreen, with the real purpose being to settle personal scores or establish authority.

Fortunately, he possessed astonishing strength and thwarted his rebellious son's evil scheme.

"Actually, there's no need to be too disappointed."

Naraku Sora patted Aizen on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"I completely understand how you feel right now."

"My best friend, who was once inferior to me, gradually became unapproachable, and later even became an unreachable figure."

"Anyone would feel a sense of loss after something like this happened."

"Don't be too sad. After all, life is full of drama."

"And your etherealization seems pretty strong, maybe you really can go toe-to-toe with me..."

Although his words sounded like words of comfort, his smug expression completely betrayed his true thoughts.

Aizen remained expressionless, subconsciously recalling the slash he delivered when he first awoke from Hollowfication.

This idiot's face is getting uglier and uglier.

"You only know the outcome after you've tried it."

A calm voice suddenly rang out in the Hueco Mundo's lounge, and everyone's eyes instinctively focused on Aizen.

"?"

Naraku was stunned for a moment, then an expectant smile appeared on his face.

The fact that even someone with Aizen's personality could generate some fighting spirit suggests that Hollowfication has indeed given him considerable confidence.

…………

A group of Arrancar and Shinigami, wrapped in all sorts of bandages, stood on the walls of Las Noches, watching with some anticipation the two figures facing off in the distance.

Neutra leaned against the wall, emitting sharp, unintelligible sounds.

Who is stronger?

Grimmjow glanced at him sideways and said coldly, "Of course it's His Majesty Naraku. Is there even a question?"

Komamura Sajin and others standing nearby nodded in agreement.

Although Aizen performed very well in the previous Hollowfication experiment, Naraku Sora was in control of the entire situation, looking relaxed and at ease, showing no signs of strain.

This demonstrates its formidable strength.

"Actually, I have higher hopes for Lord Aizen."

As soon as he said this, dozens of eyes focused on Szayelaporro.

"Hey, tentacle monster, whose side are you on anyway?" Rangiku said, dissatisfied.

Upon hearing this, Szayelaporro grinned:

"I am the first researcher in the indigo dyeing laboratory."

"?"

Oh no! A traitor has appeared in the Hueco Mundo!

The crowd looked at him with hostility, but Szayelaporro remained calm and composed, his expression serene.

In fact, he knew about the young Shinigami's terrifying potential from the very first time he met Aizen.

He easily uncovered the hidden spirit insects; he saw through the meticulously researched pyrium modification; even his proud Arrancar technique was immediately exposed by Aizen.

The most outrageous thing is that in the subsequent direct battle, he was the first to witness Aizen's terrifying power.

That terrifying spiritual pressure felt as if it could knock the moon down from the sky.

The spiritual pressure of the so-called Vasto Lorde Arrancar is nothing compared to Aizen's.

It can be said that this was the first time in all his years that Szayelaporro had seen a Shinigami possess such a level of spiritual pressure, completely shattering his worldview and understanding.

However, this is not Aizen's greatest strength. In his view, his greatest strength lies precisely in his calmness and wisdom in controlling everything.

Unlike the world-shaking wisdom that his own king constantly proclaims, Aizen's wisdom is literal, while Naraku Sora's wisdom is more about the former.