Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Kyoraku Shunsui tightened his haori and frowned.

What's causing this sudden sense of foreboding?

"Could it be that Master Shan was killed by Junior Brother?"

The thought that his current miserable life might continue for a long time filled Kyoraku Shunsui with sorrow, and he became quite dejected.

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After explaining the situation, Yamamoto thought for a few seconds and then readily agreed.

Although Naraku Sora is a bit of a troublemaker on ordinary days, he is quite reliable when it matters.

Visiting a prison isn't a dangerous thing.

Could it be that this traitorous disciple can be locked up inside?

The two hit it off immediately, put on the haori that had been prepared in advance in Hueco Mundo, and headed out of the laboratory.

Looking in the direction the two figures had gone, a thoughtful look flashed in Aizen's eyes.

It seems that Kong also has his own methods.

Aizen turned his head and looked at the Hogyoku floating in the container, a hint of expectation on his face.

A transcendent being?

Soon, the two figures arrived at the True Central Prison.

The identical architectural structure looks completely unoriginal.

"You brat, you just let this old man see this?"

Yamamoto frowned, unable to figure out what Naraku was up to.

"Teacher, don't worry, I actually wanted you to go in and give it a try."

Naraku Sora was quite frank about this, and had no intention of hiding anything.

Yamamoto understood him, and he understood Yamamoto just as well.

As long as the request isn't particularly outrageous, this sharp-tongued but kind-hearted old man will agree to it.

Yamamoto's expression was somewhat strange.

He now seriously doubts that the traitor's talk of a visit is actually an act of ambition, and that his true purpose is to trap him here.

Then, after returning to Soul Society, he directly seized the position of Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13.

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes.

If that's really the case...

That would be wonderful!

I'm really struggling to come up with a reason to get you to take the initiative.

Thinking of this, he ripped off the iron lock on the prison cell, opened the cell door, and walked inside.

Seeing this, Naraku's eyes lit up, and he reached out to close the doors for his teacher.

The next second, the air in front of me rippled like water, and all-too-familiar words quietly appeared before my eyes.

[Successfully suppressed the sinner Yamamoto Shigekuni, sin value 114514, participation rate 50%!]

[Your spiritual pressure has increased significantly, currently reaching the limit of first-class spiritual power!]

[Your understanding of the Hakudo has improved, and you have perfectly mastered Hakudo Chapter 96: One-Sword Cremation!]

[Your Void Power has been increased, currently at 100%!]

Looking at the words above, Naraku Sora grinned.

The last piece of the puzzle for my complete life has finally been completed!

Chapter 338 Ha, just ordinary stuff

Naraku Sora opened his palm, and dark spiritual pressure writhed rapidly on his fingertips, swirling around like a living thing, quickly merging into his body, which was as if cast from steel.

At this moment, every inch of my flesh and blood is changing.

Countless muscles within the body pulsated irregularly, becoming increasingly tough, and more growth gathered within the bones.

With a sharp, metallic scraping sound, ink-black ring-shaped patterns covered his chest and spread towards his limbs, their edges sharp.

A slight cracking sound arose from within the body, transforming into a series of chilling explosions.

Naraku Sora stretched out his arms, fully experiencing the surging power within his body. His muscle fibers were frantically reorganizing, and his spiritual pressure surged like a tidal wave, distorting the surrounding air.

The visible patterns scattered around made its silhouette appear blurry.

Seeing this scene, Yamamoto's eyes widened, and then his expression became complicated, with an indescribable urge in his heart.

This brat, in less than a hundred years, actually completed the path that took him thousands of years to walk?

Although Narakuku's skills were mostly learned from him, he should have felt somewhat gratified to see his disciple achieve such success.

Thoughts like, "The rebellious disciple can finally graduate," and "My hard work in training him has paid off; the younger generation can now stand on their own," arose in his mind.

But Yamamoto was somewhat panicked at this moment.

Before this kid was that strong, he dared to slaughter nobles and recklessly challenge the laws of Soul Society. He even took the opportunity to kill all the members of the 46 Chambers, which symbolize the highest judicial organs.

Having finally become a little stronger, I thought I could suppress the traitor and curb his arrogance.

In the blink of an eye, the gap between the two narrowed considerably once again.

Now that kid has become even stronger, Yamamoto doesn't even dare to imagine what kind of earth-shattering things he might do.

What is more prestigious than the Forty-Six Chambers and the Five Great Nobles?

The answer is self-evident.

Yamamoto instinctively held his breath, becoming secretly on guard.

Before my foolish apprentice makes a big mistake, should I take this opportunity to beat him up and give him a good beating?

Just as the old man was pondering what appropriate reason to use...

Outside the prison, Naraku Sora reveled in the wonderful feeling of his power breakthrough, grinning maliciously as he began to chant maniacally:

"Hehehe, through my persistent efforts, my spiritual pressure has increased wildly, my strength has increased, and my dominance has increased. Now I am invincible in the world."

"Old man Shan, the strategies for offense and defense have changed!"

"I will single-handedly insult the entire world!"

Yamamoto took a deep breath, and his blood pressure began to spike uncontrollably.

He gripped the railing with both hands, released his spiritual pressure, and the hard metal instantly began to melt, dripping downwards.

In the blink of an eye, a gate as tall as a person appeared before us.

The old man, leaning on his cane, strode out of the prison.

The terrifying heat spread, leaving two scorch marks on the ground.

The old man and the young man looked at each other and both saw the burning fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, the two walked outside side by side.

Because of the trickery involved, the gains from suppressing Yamamoto this time were only fifty percent.

But it's not a big problem.

He has now reached the limit of a Shinigami, and with his ultimate Hollowfication, even a Transcendent could not be without a chance to fight him.

This time, we're determined to give that old man a good beating!

As if he were imagining something wonderful, a genuine smile appeared on Naraku Sora's face.

Seeing Naraku Sora laughing happily beside him, Yamamoto couldn't help but snort coldly. He knew with his toes what rebellious things this kid was thinking.

You muscle-bound brute, you think you can overthrow your superiors? That's thousands of years too early!

Soon, the two left Hueco Mundo and found a beautiful desert stone forest.

A burst of intense spiritual pressure erupted instantly. Yamamoto resembled a fire god from mythology, with air currents swirling around him and a towering pillar of fire shooting straight into the sky, accompanied by surging waves of heat.

The violent spiritual pressure dyed the sky a golden-red color, as if a sea of ​​fire were hanging upside down.

On the other side, Naraku Sora was not to be outdone. His new, vast spiritual pressure erupted like the collapse of the heavens, transforming into a dark, inky wave that blotted out the sky.

The contrasting gold and red colors above Yamamoto's head created a spectacular scene.

"Heh, let me see just how invincible you really are."

On Yamamoto's thick arms, veins bulged, and his bulging muscles displayed terrifying power, with each grotesque blood vessel clearly visible.

Enveloped by the heatwave, his hammer-like fist slammed into Naraku, delivering a deafening straight punch.

The air was filled with an indescribable heat, and the dryness felt as if it would set one's internal organs ablaze.

next second.

A tornado of flames, several times more violent than ever before, roared out, shattering the ground and creating a deafening roar, as if a god had brought down a punishment. An apocalyptic scene swept across the desert.

Even inside the Void Palace, one could see the raging flames shooting straight up to the dome.

On the roof of the palace.

Barragan sat on the throne that had been moved back from Naraku's room, gazing into the distance, a hint of melancholy appearing on his aged face.

Years ago, he once proclaimed himself the master of Las Noches, the sole dictator of Hueco Mundo, and a god-like being.

Even the Ancient Hollow, the Ghoul, had to leave Hueco Mundo and travel to other worlds.

His empty reign lasted for an unknown period of time.

Until two Shinigami arrived at Hueco Mundo, one of whom was named Naraku Sora.

In order to maintain his position and to prove the power of the King of Hueco Mundo, Barragan arrogantly accepted the challenge, but the final result was an unexpected and crushing defeat.

Even with Szayelaporro's assistance, they could not avert their inevitable defeat.