Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Narakuku nodded and said frankly:

"What do you know about Yhwach, Venerable Monk?"

Despite the fact that the Zero Division cannot easily leave the Spirit King's Palace because they are guarding the Spirit King.

However, Naraku Sora was well aware that both Hyosube Ichibei and the other members of the Zero Division had their own sources of information.

Most things in Soul Society cannot be hidden from them.

In this respect, it is quite similar to the Great Spiritual Library Corridor of the Tsunayo family.

"Yhwach, a ruthless yet cautious fellow who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals, even at the cost of harming the Soul King."

Hyosube Ichibei raised his hand and touched his messy beard.

"Although he claims to be the founder of the Quincy, he is the person closest to the essence of power. But I do not like him because he is extremely, extremely, extremely dangerous."

The monk's tone suddenly became more forceful, as if he were emphasizing this point.

Naraku Sora raised an eyebrow, puzzled:

"Since you know Yhwach is so dangerous, why don't you take action and eliminate him?"

Upon hearing this, Hyosube Ichibei's thick beard revealed a strange smile:

"Kong, how do you know I didn't make a move?"

“A thousand years ago, before that war broke out, I sat down with Yhwach and had a detailed discussion. In order to curb his dangerous ideas, I specifically proposed to sign a non-aggression pact.”

"The Soul Society is managed by the Shinigami, while the Quincy are only responsible for ensuring the prosperity of the Empire of Light."

"In order to get Yhwach to agree, I even offered the generous condition that I would not interfere even if the Quincy were completely unified."

Unfortunately, he refused.

"Negotiations failed, so I had no choice but to take action against him and seal away his proud abilities."

Hearing Hyosube Ichibei's words, Naraku Sora looked thoughtful.

If I remember correctly, it was that negotiation that caused Yhwach to lose his omniscience and omnipotence, ultimately leading to his crushing defeat at the hands of the old man.

Although the outcome was good, he still felt that something was not quite right.

This fat monk looks kind and easygoing, but he's not honest at all.

But none of that matters anymore.

It is the most foolish thing to place your hopes on others.

What he needs to do is become hope, become light.

"An unexpected answer."

Naraku crossed his arms and continued to ask:

"Then, what is your view on the Soul Society?"

"And the Grim Reapers."

Upon hearing this question, Hyosube Ichibei raised his eyebrows:

“Kong, just as I told you before, I have lived for a million years.”

"Even a death god thousands of years old is nothing more than a speck of dust in my eyes. Time will take away all traces of him until he returns to nothingness."

"Countless grains of dust exist on the boundless earth; one more or one less grain is of no importance."

"For me, the earth is what matters, not the dust."

Naraku Sora nodded.

These words are quite consistent with his understanding of an immortal being.

"Yes, that's where the conflict of our views lies."

"To you, death is dust, something insignificant, but in my eyes, they are mentors, family, brothers, beings worth protecting."

"Just like you protect the Spirit King, I also want to protect everyone I care about."

Naraku grinned, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

"The reason I came here is to seek something to better protect my Soul Society."

"what?"

"Fragments of the Spirit King."

The moment the words fell, the atmosphere in the dojo suddenly became heavy, and even the air circulation became unusually slow.

Hyobu Ichibei's previously kind eyes vanished instantly.

Instead, there was an unspeakable terror.

"I have told you before that, for me, any act that harms the Spirit King is intolerable, no matter who he is."

"Then why didn't you just explode with the five noble ancestors?"

"?"

Hyobu Ichibei's expression froze for a moment, and the terror he had felt earlier dissipated considerably.

"You seem to know a lot..."

"It might be a little more than you expect, perhaps a hundred million more."

Naraku Sora made a gesture of insulting the Koreans, "I'm very curious, a million years ago, when the five noble ancestors attacked the Spirit King, whose side were you on?"

"On the one hand, they claim to be loyal followers of the Spirit King, while on the other hand, they do despicable things by turning a blind eye and a deaf ear."

"Hyōnobe Ichibei, you don't think you're so noble, do you?"

Upon hearing this, the monk's expression became somewhat complicated.

The last time I saw Naraku Sora, this kid didn't seem very bright.

But this time, his words were much sharper.

Is someone teaching him?

Hyosube Ichibei searched his memory and quickly found the answer.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be related to that Shinigami named Aizen Sousuke.

Another very dangerous brat.

Hyonbu Ichibei shook his head and argued:

"The truth is not as simple as you think, and the world is not simply black and white."

"Or rather, a delicate shade of gray?"

Naraku interrupted, "Actually, I don't care whether you are loyal to the Spirit King or not, or what your attitude is."

"I just want to take a few pieces, that's all."

"Besides, the Spirit King hasn't said anything yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

Hyobu Ichibei opened his mouth, but then hesitated and stopped.

"But it's okay."

Whether you agree or disagree.

Naraku Sora stretched out his arms, his joints making a metallic scraping sound, his muscles taut like a bowstring, exuding power.

“I never said I needed your permission, monk.”

“Last time, you took away the Spirit King’s right hand from Senior Brother Fuzhu’s body without explanation. This time, it’s my turn.”

Hyobu Ichibei's expression instantly turned serious:

"It seems there's no way to resolve this peacefully."

"I will never allow you to do anything harmful to the Spirit King before I fall."

Upon hearing this, Nairoku grinned maliciously:

"Then let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, a spiritual pressure as powerful as the sky collapsed erupted instantly. The surrounding air creaked under the strong pressure, as if it were being compressed infinitely.

A terrifying beam of light shot straight into the sky, sweeping across the entire training ground.

The reinforced building, a massive dojo symbolizing the authority of the Zero Division leader, collapsed in an instant, raising clouds of dust.

At this moment, everyone in the Spirit King Palace noticed something was wrong.

Kirinji Tenjiro stood by the hot spring pool, staring in astonishment at the direction of the burst of spiritual pressure. The enormous pillar of light connected heaven and earth, a truly awe-inspiring sight.

"No, it's not a monk's."

"Don't tell me that this is Sora's spiritual pressure!"

Oetsu Nimaiya, no longer able to calm the panicked Zanpakuto spirits, flashed to the edge of the Zero Palace and gazed into the distance.

His dark face was full of confusion.

"This spiritual pressure, is it correct?"

Kiryuu also felt the spiritual pressure, but she was more worried than anything else.

Having never met Hyosube Ichibei, she believed that even if Naraku Sora was incredibly strong, he still wouldn't be a match for the leader of the Zero Division.

It's well known that there's a long-standing rumor in Soul Society that the combined strength of the Gotei 13 is roughly equivalent to that of a few members of the Zero Division.

Lord Naraku, can he defeat the entire Gotei 13 by himself?

Yizhou Tongsheng's heart sank to the bottom.

"incredible."

Looking at the figure in the pillar of light, Hyosube Ichibei took a deep breath, his expression more solemn than ever before.

He hadn't paid attention for decades, so how did this kid become so formidable?

Could it be that this is what Lord Spirit King appreciates about him?

As if he had thought of something, Hyosube Ichibei's expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to say something, the figure not far away suddenly disappeared.