Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

It was as if divine punishment had descended.

Strangely, the originally terrifying spiritual pressure vanished completely in that instant.

When the arriving crowd realized this, their expressions changed drastically, instinctively thinking that something bad had happened to Naraku Sora.

However, the heavy atmosphere did not diminish; on the contrary, it seemed to intensify.

Heart-pounding!

Even though Naraku had begun to stretch his body and familiarize himself with the changes, they still couldn't detect even the slightest bit of spiritual pressure.

Aizen seemed to sense what everyone was thinking and gave his answer in a low voice.

"When the difference in spiritual pressure is too great, the weaker one will be unable to detect the spiritual pressure of the stronger one."

Unlike Kisuke Urahara and others, in his eyes, Naraku Sora was like a sun walking across a desert.

Its threat level is no less than that of Yamamoto, who is not far away.

In some respects, it is even superior.

With a combination of factors, if Naraku Sora were to fight Yamamoto again, it would definitely not end in the way it is now.

Did you reach a higher level through some unknown special method?

In this state, he can no longer be considered the Grim Reaper.

Perhaps it should be called—

The transcendent.

The thought of the ugly face that someone might reveal next made Aizen feel uneasy.

Chapter 356 Countless Talented Men Under His Command

A transcendent being?

Yamamoto, watching from afar, narrowed his eyes, suddenly realizing that the situation was spiraling out of control.

Even a first-class spirit dares to hit his teacher and burn Hueco Mundo.

If we make another breakthrough now, I'm afraid we'll have to storm the Spirit King's Palace, wrest the Spirit King from his position, and then sit on it ourselves.

As a captain-level figure, how could he be so reckless and ignorant?

No, we need to give them a good talking-to.

Although this kid has far exceeded the standard for graduation, as long as I live, I will always be his teacher!

Just as Yamamoto was about to speak, he suddenly saw the crowd of onlookers jumping into the deep pit one after another, and using Instant Step to move towards the direction where the two were.

Yes, as the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 and the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society, his fall would inevitably cause unimaginable turmoil.

He had been so engrossed in beating his apprentice that he had forgotten about this.

I'll definitely pay attention next time.

However, these guys still have some conscience; they knew to check on my situation and wait until we return to Soul Society...

As Yamamoto was thinking about how to lighten the burden on Ukitake Jushiro and the others, his expression suddenly froze, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

The group of people who should have rushed towards him instead stopped in unison beside Naraku, showering him with concern and checking him over as if they were afraid something might have happened.

and many more!

You're not visiting the right people; I'm right here.

Yamamoto looked at the crowd surrounding Naraku Sora and hesitated to speak.

Out of respect for the captain, he couldn't say it outright, so he could only keep coughing, almost coughing up his lungs.

"Uh, Captain Unohana, why don't you go check on the teacher and give him some treatment while you're at it?"

Upon hearing the cough, Jushiro Ukitake spoke with some concern.

Upon hearing this, Unohana Retsu glanced calmly at Yamamoto and replied expressionlessly:

"That injury won't affect the captain; he can handle it himself."

Yamamoto: "?"

That kid almost ripped me open, and you're saying it doesn't affect anything?

Enjoying everyone's attention, Naraku Sora grinned at them, as if to say that the truly popular one was Naraku Sora.

Seeing this, Yamamoto felt his blood pressure rise.

You bastard!

I am determined to clean house today!

……

……

Inside the laboratory of Hueco Mundo.

Naraku Sora, with a large bump on his head, sat in a chair, his body covered with what looked like electrode pads, the other end of the wires connected to a device that had been improved many times.

Looking at the person who had withstood Yamamoto's punch but only suffered minor injuries, Aizen felt a pang of emotion.

After breaking through to the Transcendent Realm, this guy's qualities in all aspects showed a qualitative leap.

Moreover, it is improving at an unbelievable speed, as if the potential within its body is inexhaustible.

Looking at the constantly flashing numbers on the screen, a thoughtful look flashed in Aizen's eyes.

Because there are too few individual cases, he couldn't immediately determine whether it was due to Naraku's own unique characteristics or whether each transcendent being had their own distinct traits.

Compared to what was observed from the mountain itself, the changes in Narakuku were somewhat beyond expectations.

Not only did it break through the boundaries of the soul and its spiritual pressure receive an exaggerated increase, but its spiritual strength was also enhanced to an absurd degree.

Aizen even suspected that even a fully chanted version of the 90th Hado Black Coffin would not be able to break through this incredible steel-skinned defense.

While Aizen was lost in thought, Naraku Sora began to explore and familiarize himself with his transformed body.

First is spiritual pressure.

In a word, strong and powerful.

Compared to his first-class spiritual power, his current spiritual pressure seems capable of crushing the entire Hueco Mundo.

Secondly, there is the body.

Previously, the spirit was the spirit and the steel skin was the steel skin. Although both belonged to the same body, they were clearly different, just like fingernails and skin, which belong to different tissues.

But now things are different; the steel sheet and the spirit have become one.

The most direct feeling is that the defense of the internal organs is greatly enhanced.

Furthermore, the manipulation of spirit particles has been enhanced.

Naraku raised his right hand, gently clenching his five fingers together. Countless spiritual particles in the air rapidly gathered, forming a small short bow, which landed in his hand.

Aizen: "?"

What kind of trouble is this guy up to now?

Why does that short bow look somewhat like the weapon that Ishida Sogen often uses?

"Hmm, it seems like something's missing."

Naraku Sora frowned and muttered to himself.

The next second, countless spiritual particles surged into his body, and tree branch-like patterns appeared on his arms, giving people a very eerie feeling.

After doing all this, he looked up at Aizen and grinned:

"Sousuke, do I look like a Quincy?"

Aizen remained silent.

I'm betting Urahara Kisuke's entire remaining vacation time on this: if you appeared before Captain-Commander Yamamoto looking like this, he would kill you on the spot.

"How did you do that?" Aizen asked curiously.

Naraku Sora exerted force with his five fingers, crushing the spirit particle shortbow directly, and grinned:

"It's nothing. I just thought it would work, and then I did it."

"Perhaps it's unique to those who transcend."

Aizen frowned.

This statement is as good as saying nothing. Yamamoto is also a transcendent being, but that doesn't necessarily mean he can do these things.

Clearly, what's special is not the realm of understanding, but the person.

Just as Aizen was pondering, Naraku Sora stretched out his arms and absorbed all the spiritual particles in the air, and tree-like patterns instantly covered half of his body.

A maniacal smile then appeared:

"What domineering ambition! What madness!"

"There is nothing in this world that can stop me now!"

"Sousuke, no, my adopted son, from this moment on, that unbearable period of vacancy on the throne of heaven will end. From this day forward—"

"I will stand atop the heavens!"

Aizen: "..."

Perhaps he should create another project to investigate why someone's extraordinary intelligence is inversely proportional to their combat prowess.

Although Naraku Sora's expression was unexpectedly ugly, Aizen forced himself to calm down and focus on the problem at hand.

Thanks to someone, he has spent just as much time on cultivation as he has on scientific research, and perhaps even more.

We have now reached what is known as the Grim Reaper's limit.

Aizen could clearly perceive the obstacle blocking his path.

Extremely fragile.

It seems that with just a little effort, it can be completely shattered, revealing a whole new world.