Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"A faint, murky emblem, an untamed and arrogant talent, a surge, a denial, a numbness, a fleeting moment, an obstacle to eternal slumber..."

Although I have just witnessed Yamamoto's battle, theoretical knowledge is never enough. As researchers, we can only obtain more accurate data by participating in the battle ourselves.

Gravity surged within the black coffin, erupting with a muffled booming sound.

Everything seemed normal, but the next second, a look of astonishment appeared on Aizen's face.

A pair of burning hands tore open his black coffin, and a figure like a demon stepped out, its cold gaze instantly locking onto Aizen.

A moment of hesitation caused Yamamoto to appear directly in front of him, his muscles undulating like flowing water, and a burst of fiery power erupted from him.

Just as the fist was about to land, a cluster of black and red arcs of electricity suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

next moment.

The surging air roared beneath the sky, and everything seemed to lose its shape. Space was distorted by the flashes of black and red lightning, and terrifying power burst forth in an instant.

A scorching black flash fell, forming a huge pillar of light visible to the naked eye, completely enveloping Yamamoto.

The ruthlessness he displayed was undoubtedly partly due to personal grudges.

"Sōsuke, step back!"

The white haori that Naraku Sora wore had drifted away to an unknown place. He unbuttoned his shirt, tied it around his waist, and revealed his perfectly muscular body. His muscles and bones moved, and a fiery heat emanated from him.

"Let me handle the stuff like farming Old Deng's gold coins!"

"May the punishment of the Jayid Emperor be countless calamities."

boom--

A blazing inferno erupted from Naraku's spiritual pressure, its endless light instantly illuminating the darkness of Hueco Mundo, like a sun rising from the horizon.

It radiates endless light and heat.

Even from several kilometers away, one can still feel the terrifying heat that is hard to bear.

In the distance, the Arrancar looked at the figure standing in the sky with complicated expressions, once again experiencing firsthand the power of Naraku.

The opponent, whom the Espada could not restrain even when they joined forces, was sent flying by Naraku's punch.

We originally thought that with all our hard work, we were ready to fight alongside His Majesty.

But to everyone's surprise, instead of getting closer, they drifted further and further apart.

The endless desert crumbled and collapsed in an instant, pure destruction transforming into a tidal wave that surged straight forward like an apocalyptic catastrophe, completely engulfing Yamamoto.

When the dust settled, a slightly disheveled figure emerged from the desolation, his body covered in charred soot, and his hard-won beard reduced to a small tuft.

The initial sense of oppression was completely gone.

Seeing this, Naraku grinned, revealing a satisfied smile.

Although he benefited from the sneak attack, the result speaks for itself; no matter what, he still had the upper hand and ruthlessly beat Yamamoto.

This wave is a case of the underdog overthrowing the superior and defying the natural order!

Aizen stood at a distance, his brows furrowed.

Unlike what was expected, some unexpected situations arose.

Yamamoto's strength seems to have exceeded expectations.

The black coffin he unleashed with all his might failed to cause any effective damage to him.

This means that after becoming Hollowfied, Yamamoto not only gained high-speed regeneration, but also acquired the ability to have a steel skin.

Although it doesn't quite make sense, the thought of Yamamoto Shigekuni on the other side makes everything seem more coherent.

The only problem is that someone might be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, Aizen silently crossed out a few pages in his notebook.

Then, just wait quietly for the show to begin.

Yamamoto slowly walked out of the sinkhole, twisting his arms, his joints cracking like firecrackers, sending chills down one's spine.

At some point, a crimson glint appeared in those golden vertical pupils.

The next second, terrifying high temperatures, accompanied by spiritual pressure several times more violent and heavy than before, instantly swept across the entire battlefield.

The intense, violent heat relentlessly assaulted everyone's senses, making them feel as if they were immersed in lava.

The moisture in the atmosphere is being evaporated rapidly.

Halibel suddenly realized that she could no longer use any water-related moves.

Even with each breath, one can feel a burning sensation coming from inside the internal organs.

Nnoitra, who was slightly closer to Yamamoto, felt a sudden darkness before her eyes and nearly fainted from the terrifying spiritual pressure.

Seeing the old man recover instantly, Naraku Sora hissed in relief, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

This is not what he expected.

You should know that he didn't hold back with that black flash just now.

However, judging from Yamamoto's appearance, he did not seem to be negatively affected.

Instead, because he lost his beard, he directly entered the second stage.

Thinking of this, Narakuku dared not delay and instantly unleashed a spiritual pressure of the same level. A violent pillar of fire shot straight into the sky, dyeing the night sky black and red.

With his left hand pressed down in front of him, a large amount of chitin was generated from the spiritual pressure, instantly forming a hideous white bone mask.

At the same time, magma-like patterns appeared on his body, with flashing arcs of electricity leaping among them, distorting the surrounding air and blurring Naraku's figure.

Initial release, intangibility, and instantaneous amplification—the triple amplification is completed in an instant.

However, the next second, their vision was filled with a white bone mask with interwoven red and black patterns.

Then, his swollen arms arched backward.

One bone!

A burst of intense flame erupted from Yamamoto's shoulder bone, and like a rocket booster, his burning fist slammed into Naraku Sora's head without reservation.

click-

Urahara Kisuke, who was in the distance, seemed to hear the sound of shattering. He quickly stood up and looked out, afraid of missing any details.

Although it was forbidden to bring any kind of communication device into this experiment, it was still wonderful to be able to record this beautiful scene with our own eyes.

When I get home tonight, I'm going to use today's material to lull myself into a deep sleep!

Feeling the sudden influx of violent power, Naraku Sora's proud defense was torn apart, and he was sent flying backward instantly.

Like a shooting star streaking across the sky, it exploded in circles of white air waves before crashing into the earth with a deafening roar.

Yamamoto stood still, the flames enveloping him growing ever purer, as if they had burned away all impurities.

At the same time, the inner world.

Seireitei, amidst endless ruins.

In the blink of an eye, a long blade constructed of lightning pierced Yhwach's chest from below, freezing him in place.

Yamamoto seized the opportunity and unleashed a devastating blow, ending the brutal war.

Looking at Yhwach, now a charred corpse, Yamamoto frowned, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Despite his victory, he felt no joy, but rather a deep sense of unease.

I feel like I've forgotten something...

Chapter 333 A World Without Traitors

Yamamoto tried hard to recall, but found he couldn't remember anything.

It was as if everything before my eyes was meant to be this way.

Fortunately, despite paying a heavy price, they ultimately achieved victory.

Yhwach died, the remaining Quincy escaped, and the Soul Society once again ushered in peace. At the same time, the three worlds were spared the fate of being destroyed by the Quincy.

Yamamoto let out a long breath, propped up his somewhat tired body, and began to tidy up the ruins and the remaining Grim Reapers in front of him.

The 13th Gotei (National Guard) was re-established, symbolizing the re-selection of a new batch of members for the 46th Bureau, the highest judicial organ.

The Soul Society is thriving.

With the successive selection of captains, the Gotei 13 also took on a major role, and the burden on the mountain itself was greatly reduced.

Each day, I only need to handle a few tasks related to the First Division and the other divisions.

Compared to before, it's so much easier now.

Although life had returned to normal, Yamamoto always felt that something was missing.

It's like a jigsaw puzzle; if the last piece is missing, then no matter how well the rest of the puzzle is pieced together, it's incomplete.

So, what exactly is missing?

Yamamoto would ponder this question whenever he had free time, but nearly a thousand years later, he still hadn't found a definitive answer.

Later, another upheaval broke out in Soul Society.

One of his promising rookie Death Knights was framed in a partisan struggle and, coupled with his extreme personality, ended up killing his colleagues.

Out of pity for the younger generation, and also because he still held a glimmer of hope for them,

Yamamoto did not kill him outright, but instead sealed him away along with Kuchiki Ginrei, hoping that he would change his mind many years later.

But in his heart, Kuchiki Hibiki shouldn't be like this.

He's clearly a pillar of Soul Society...

What went wrong?

As time went by, Yamamoto saw off two colleagues who ascended to the Soul King Palace and became members of the Zero Division, while the Twelfth Division welcomed a new captain.

Kisuke Urahara.

When Yamamoto saw this guy, he felt a little displeased, as if something big was about to happen.

Sure enough, not long after, a serious incident broke out in Soul Society.