Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

During the previous Linghai turmoil, a large number of nobles were purged by traitors, and it was originally thought that the Sixth District would fall into unprecedented chaos.

Surprisingly, those nobles who escaped unscathed did not immediately attempt to seize the inheritances of other nobles.

The sixth district fell into an eerie calm.

Yamamoto, on the contrary, saved himself a lot of trouble.

The only headache is that only Room 46, which has been abandoned, remains.

The news of the massacre in the council chamber could not be kept secret forever, and it spread throughout Seireitei in less than half a day.

Nobles of all ranks, residents of Seireitei, the Gotei 13, the Kidōshū, the Seireitei-ryō, and other organizations were all shocked by this news.

But soon, the covert operations unit received the corresponding intelligence.

Whether it was nobles or other institutions, the discussions revolved around how despicable Inaba Kagerouza was, without mentioning Naraku Sora at all, and even deliberately avoiding that name.

This group of people reached a strange tacit understanding.

Upon learning this information, Yamamoto stood by the window and pondered for a long time, but he couldn't figure out why.

Later, I simply stopped paying attention to it.

Anyway, nothing bad happened in Seireitei, and the order was even more stable than before.

It's just a bit tough on people.

All the work of the 46th Division fell to the First Team.

Not only himself, but also the two old men, Quebe and Oki, had to work overtime day and night to deal with the mountain of files.

Such intense work would be unbearable even for an iron man.

In order to live a few more years, Yamamoto directly pulled Kyoraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jushiro from their respective squads and ordered them to work together on the case files.

He, on the other hand, was enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet.

"Come on, teacher, try my cooking."

The sound that made his blood pressure rise made Yamamoto's eyes twitch.

He felt he was about to develop a condition called Naraku PTSD.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I almost forgot this traitor was here too.

With a deep sigh, Yamamoto took the sweet potato that Naraku Sora handed him, skillfully peeled off the charred skin, and took a small bite.

He nodded subconsciously, a satisfied expression on his face.

Putting everything else aside, just this one move of roasting sweet potatoes with his Zanpakuto truly shows that he has grasped its essence.

In this respect, his other two apprentices, Kyoraku and Ukitake, are far inferior.

Looking at Naraku Sora squatting by the stove, holding a knife in one hand and fiddling with sweet potatoes in the other, Yamamoto couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

This kid not only saved Soul Society from disaster multiple times, but also subtly changed the landscape of Seireitei.

Even the beliefs held by those who are the Grim Reaper and ordinary people have been affected.

Most importantly, these changes were all accomplished in less than a century, covering a path that would have taken millions of years to reach its end in one go.

How did this kid manage to do that?

Could it be that, as he claims, he possesses the greatest wisdom in Soul Society?

Yamamoto subconsciously recalled some of Naraku Sora's outrageous actions and shook his head repeatedly in denial.

Damn it, I almost got assimilated by this traitor.

What kind of groundbreaking wisdom is that?!

If that bastard didn't have anyone else to help him, he could have eaten Ryujin Jakka alive.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask:

"Kid, did you really get to where you are today all on your own?"

Upon hearing this, Nairoku, who was whispering to Fajaya Emperor, turned around and grinned.

"Relying solely on yourself? Of course not."

"Teacher, adopted son, bad woman, Palu..."

"?"

That bastard started saying things he couldn't understand at all again.

However, he was quite satisfied with the first option in the example. This kid was a bit mischievous, but fortunately, he wasn't the kind of person who would forget kindness.

Since that's the case, then let this old man fulfill his duty!

"Kid, I remember you have a trump card that no other Grim Reaper has, I think it's called something like..."

"Etherealization?"

Chapter 328 Even remnants of the old era can board the ship of the new era.

Boom, boom, boom!

In the largest open-air dojo of the Shinigami Prison, two figures unleashed terrifying spiritual pressure rarely seen in the Soul Society, fighting each other as if they were mortal enemies.

Yamamoto took off his captain's haori, tore off his shihaka, revealing his body covered in hideous scars.

The muscles and bones throughout the body shifted and moved, as if hard iron blocks were being rubbed together, with scorching heat surging and erupting within, like an active volcano about to erupt.

His arms, now swollen to a great size, were raised, and he wielded the Flowing Blade Jakka, which was wrapped in blazing flames, unleashing a terrifying storm in the dojo.

Nairoku on the other side was not to be outdone. Every time Fajayadi landed, distorted patterns would appear around him, as if the space itself had evaporated.

The scalding heat spread outwards, even reaching the barracks outside the demonic barrier.

Countless gazes were cast toward the distant training ground. The team members were shocked by the terrifying power of the two, and at the same time marveled at how strong their leader had become.

He can even stand up to Captain-Commander Yamamoto, the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society, and hold his own without being at a disadvantage.

If things go any further, it might mean replacing Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

The team members suddenly felt a sense of anticipation for that day to arrive.

The raging flames surged like waves, and the two burning blades clashed, unleashing a powerful and surging force.

Such a long-awaited clash of brute force made Yamamoto's blood boil.

Looking at the Soul Society now, only Naraku Sora can make him go all out.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto unleashed an even stronger spiritual pressure, closed in, and swung his sword down without hesitation, raising a large amount of scorching embers.

"Good thing you came!"

Naraku revealed a cruel smile, took a step forward, rushed into the crimson, and raised the black blade in his hand.

Dragon Flash - Rhinoceros Strike!

The deafening explosions continued unabated.

At this moment, the old man and the young man put everything else aside and focused solely on enjoying this hard-won, exhilarating battle.

In order to fight to their hearts' content, the two of them unanimously threw away their flaming Zanpakuto, clenched their fingers together to create a deafening sonic boom, and charged forward.

boom!!

The two men's hard fists collided, like planets colliding. Visible white waves of energy erupted and surged, with ripples spreading outwards from the two men.

In an instant, layers of soil within a radius of several kilometers burst open, and grayish-brown dust shot into the sky, forming a tornado-like dust wave.

Naraku Sora leaned back, his muscles twitching and his joints rubbing together. His body was enveloped in a dark spiritual pressure as he stared at Yamamoto opposite him, a smile playing on his lips.

A white bone mask appeared on both sides of his face, as if venom had attached itself to him and transformed him, engulfing and covering his face.

A violent aura swept over everything.

Yamamoto's expression changed slightly, as he felt the pressure brought by Naraku's ethereal transformation for the first time at such close range.

The suffocating pressure is the strongest it has been in a thousand years.

"A series of normal punches!"

In an instant, countless fist shadows appeared, occupying the entire battlefield. The raging wind then erupted wildly, with wave after wave of impacts violently destroying the surrounding ground.

Not to be outdone, Yamamoto unleashed his spiritual pressure once more, swinging his fists and unleashing the same punches to confront the traitor.

The surrounding air fluctuated and distorted violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

The intense heat continued to spread, and a heavy sense of oppression filled the space.

He didn't use any special moves; it was just a perfectly ordinary straight punch.

Even so, countless sparks still flew during the collision, igniting the surrounding earth and setting off a raging fire.

Yamamoto discovered that although Naraku's fighting style was similar to before, upon closer inspection, there were significant differences.

The Grim Reaper relies on his own spiritual power, while the Hollows rely more on their sturdy bodies.

Although they are fundamentally different, they have many points of convergence.

The combined power of the two almost surpassed the difference in spiritual pressure between them.

In addition, the subtle emotional and personality changes brought about by the Hollowfication process resulted in Naraku Sora's exceptionally brave and extremely powerful performance.

Even without using Shinigami-specific techniques like Shikai and Bankai, his combat power is still terrifying.

Realizing this, Yamamoto immediately stopped restraining himself. As he leaned back, black and red lightning surged forth, constantly distorting the surrounding space.

This blurred the figures of both of them.

Nai Luo Kong: "?"

How come this old man is so skilled at using Black Flash?

How much time did he actually spend practicing and refining this technique in private?

At such close range, there was no time to dodge, leaving no choice but to confront them head-on.

The same black and red lightning intertwined, coiling around his arms and enveloping his fists, accumulating all his strength, and then suddenly blasted out.

Snap!