Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

“You said that emptiness affected me, but in my opinion, quite the opposite, his appearance helped me find a new direction and broadened my originally narrow vision.”

"No longer limited to so-called defined rules."

"As for the changes you mentioned, I'm sorry, but I think you've never truly understood 'me.' From beginning to end, all I've ever hoped for is—"

"Seeking kindred spirits who can stand at the same level as me."

"You're too arrogant..."

Chapter 313 All Fathers Are the Same

Arrogance? Perhaps.

Reikai Aizen lowered his gaze slightly, seemingly unaffected by what had just been said.

"But in my opinion, Aizen Sousuke's greatest strength is not his extraordinary intelligence and talent."

"Instead, it is a mindset that regards all people or things as tools."

“When you regard Naraku Sora as your best friend, that feeling is no longer pure.”

"On the other hand, as a clone of a spirit, I possess the same intelligence, talent, and even strength as you."

Linghai Lanran slowly raised his gaze, looking directly into those brown eyes, and said, word by word:

"Without relying on Naraku's power, I can still stand at my current height, or even reach the higher Heavenly Throne, standing atop the heavens!"

"The truly arrogant one is you!"

Upon hearing this, Aizen said nothing, but his calm gaze gradually turned into pity, as if he were looking at a defeated person in a fit of impotent rage.

The piercing gaze, sharp as needles, stabbed into the heart of the cloned spirit, instantly twisting the expression on its face.

"Aizen Sousuke!!"

"What kind of look is that?!"

Aizen smiled and calmly said:

"It was just a little unwarranted pity for a poor wretch."

"A copy is ultimately just a copy. Even with the power of the Spirit King's fragments, it is still nothing more than a clumsy imitation."

Reikai Aizen's breath hitched, his expression instantly turning ferocious, his undisguised killing intent surging forth, and the temperature of the surrounding environment plummeted.

"Once I kill you, everything will belong to..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished from his spot and flashed in front of Aizen. In the instant the cold light burst forth, the blade was drawn and slashed down forward with lightning speed.

"I!"

Clang——

In an instant, the clash of metal sparked intense heat, and the collision of blades produced a chilling scraping sound.

The shockwaves exploded in layers, and the aftershocks shook the streets beneath our feet, creating cracks in the ground.

As mentioned before, Aizen's spirit body replicated everything about the original body, and his materialized spiritual pressure surpassed that of almost all the captains, truly standing at the pinnacle of the Shinigami.

Because he shared almost identical memories, he knew the real Aizen very well.

Therefore, when they do act, it is with the force of thunder.

A violent speed erupted, and countless fierce collisions occurred in an instant.

First, countless sparks burst forth, and then a terrifying force spread out from the center, instantly creating a sinkhole with a diameter of one kilometer.

The earth sank downwards, and spiderweb-like cracks continued to spread outwards.

But soon, Aizen noticed something was wrong.

He had already unleashed all his power and spiritual pressure, and even had the upper hand. Even if he couldn't suppress him, he should at least have shown a balanced stance, right?

But why is he constantly retreating?

boom!

Like a heavy hammer striking, it whistled through the air.

collapse--!!

The blade was blocked, but similarly, Aizen felt his body becoming increasingly sluggish, as if the surrounding gravity was constantly increasing, and every movement required an even greater burst of power.

"Hado No. 63: Thunder Roar Cannon".

In the midst of the standoff, a dazzling golden light burst forth in an instant, as if a blazing sun were rising from the fingertips.

Boom!!

The deafening roar of thunder and the explosive bolt of lightning arrived in an instant, striking Aizen with pinpoint accuracy—

A gaping barrier lies ahead.

"I thought you would use something like the Black Coffin, but I didn't expect you to use the Thunder Roar Cannon."

Aizen shook his head, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

One should not place too much hope on clones.

Although the study of Aikawa Rabu revealed the power of the Spirit King within his soul, it was not enough to bridge the gap between him and his original self.

The claim that they are exactly the same is merely an exaggeration.

The stronger the original body is, the greater the difference will be in the replicated spirit remains.

Uninteresting technology...

"A faint, murky emblem reveals an untamed and arrogant talent!"

"Surging tides, denial, paralysis, a fleeting moment—all hinder eternal sleep!"

"The crawling iron princess, the clay doll that constantly mutilates itself, combines, rebounds, and extends to the ground, realizing its own powerlessness!"

Aizen raised his left hand and, taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was delayed by the Thunder Roar Cannon, chanted all the Kido incantations in one breath.

The spiritual pressure surged forth like a burst dam, instantly engulfing the entire battlefield.

The pitch blackness rose from the ground, transforming into solid iron walls that surrounded Aizen.

Looking at the black coffin that appeared in an instant, Aizen seemed to have thought of something, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

The dormant spiritual pressure flowed over like water, gurgling and wrapping around the blade.

Straight black streaks emerged from all around, instantly weaving together mottled lines, and the air suddenly became heavy, like surging mercury.

He raised his eyes and swung his arm in a slashing motion.

A jet-black sword pressure erupted from the blade, plunging the street into darkness in an instant, leaving the surroundings deathly silent, as if even sound had been severed.

Upon seeing this scene, a hint of panic finally flashed in Linghai Lanzan's eyes.

Whether it was out of habit or for some other reason, when he pulled out his trump card, he subconsciously took out the fully chanted black coffin.

However, they overlooked the technique of fusing the demonic path.

Seemingly sensing what the other was thinking, Aizen smiled and said, "This is the difference between you and me."

The moment the words fell, the pitch-black sword pressure severed the towering black coffin, and its remaining force continued to rush straight towards the location of the spirit corpse Aizen.

A shadow of darkness swept by.

The barrier of the broken void, which had been broken by the abandonment of the incantation, shattered instantly, turning into countless spiritual particles that scattered all around. The instinct for survival enabled Aizen, the spirit body, to unleash the ultimate Shunpo.

However, a gap existed, and there was simply no time to dodge.

Compared to the Black Coffin Slash Technique he had mastered before, the range it now covers is much larger.

The pitch-black sword pressure, like a crescent moon in the sky, severed the spirit's body in half even when it merely grazed the edge.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the ground red.

"It's over. Soul modification."

Aizen used Shunpo to arrive beside the spirit corpse, raised his Zanpakuto, and prepared to finish it off completely.

Faced with impending death, Aizen suddenly calmed down, his previous hysteria gone, and a smile even reappeared on his face.

"Lord Aizen, blindly trusting others can come at a heavy price."

Upon hearing this, Aizen raised an eyebrow, a hint of undeniable confidence flashing in his eyes:

"With that guy's intelligence, he can't fool me."

Linghai Aizen fell silent instantly.

If we keep chatting like that, we won't be able to keep the conversation going.

But during this brief pause, a spiritual pressure that was very familiar to both of them suddenly entered the battlefield.

"Huh? You have it too?"

Naraku Sora stood on the rooftop, looking down at the chaotic scene with a somewhat disappointed expression.

"Shadow Wolf's taste is really bad. I searched all over Seireitei but couldn't find a copy of myself."

Aizen: "..."

Is it something to be happy about when someone creates a copy of you?

However, just as he was about to give a warning, Aizen, the spirit corpse on the ground, seemed to suddenly remember something. His eyes lit up, and he released his spiritual pressure to forcibly glue the two pieces of his body together. At the same time, under the sunlight—

Okina missed and raised her Zanpakuto.

A sound like shattering rang out, and terrifying spiritual pressure instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, engulfing Naraku Sora as well.

Aizen's breath hitched.

An unexpected situation occurred.

As someone often says, villains die from talking too much.

It was just a bit of curiosity, but things took an unexpected turn.

The complete hypnosis of "Mirror Flower Water Moon" takes effect based on the strength of spiritual pressure.

His greatest strength is his spiritual pressure.