Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Just as Kirinji Tenjiro was inwardly cursing, huge characters emerged from the aftershocks of the explosion—

The dragon-and-phoenix-like "固" character firmly locked up the crumbling Lingfanli Palace, unleashing a magnificent display of light and shadow that enveloped the entire palace.

"They actually gained the upper hand."

On Omotesando, amidst the buildings woven from unfolding silk threads, Senjumaru pursed her red lips, a flush of excitement rising on her pale face.

Originally, I thought I would fight alongside the idiot, but he betrayed the Zero Division.

Unexpectedly, he single-handedly and completely suppressed the strongest Hyoninbe Ichibei.

Even without drawing his own sword, he forced the monk to draw his Zanpakuto.

A pair of dark eyes stared intently at the figure standing in the sky, filled with an inexplicable meaning.

Seeing his Thousand-Mile Heaven-Piercing Palm completely annihilated, Hyōjube Ichibei raised his eyes, a hint of excitement appearing in them, and stared intently at the figure in the distance.

This is no ordinary Grim Reaper.

I see at least a perfect fusion of three forces in it, as if it were born for that position.

If possible, perhaps we could let him meet Lord Spirit King!

Thinking of this, Hyosube Ichibei's smile vanished abruptly, and his right hand clenched into a fist, whereupon a huge calligraphy brush appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Facing the oncoming Naraku, he advanced instead of retreating, braving the violent impact of the black and red lightning, and suddenly swung the brush in his hand forward.

"Dye it black—"

"Ichimonji!"

The light flickered, shifting constantly between the brush tip and the blade, breaking through Naraku Sora's released spiritual pressure and landing on the arm burning with intense light.

In an instant, a thick layer of ink covered and completely soaked into those arms!

Chapter 364 My wisdom transcends your rules!

The moment the blackened clothes were turned black, Naraku's arms fell limply, looking extremely eerie.

He tried to raise his hands, slowly clenching his fingers together. Black and red arcs of electricity flashed between his fingers, tearing open tiny, barely perceptible black cracks.

"That's a truly foul-breaking ability."

Even those who surpass others cannot resist the "blackening" of Ichimonji.

Hyosube Ichibei, his hands resting on an enormous calligraphy brush, spoke in a deep voice through the air:

"It's over."

"Although the power is much stronger than when we last met, pure power is completely useless in the face of absolute rules."

"I have severed the names of your arms. From now on, you are a man without hands."

"How are you feeling? Without strength, do your hands feel very heavy?"

"You have no muscle strength, no ability. Your arms are now useless, and you can't even throw a punch."

"Do you have even the slightest chance of winning now?"

As he spoke, Hyosube Ichibei raised his hand and suddenly swung it forward.

As he moved, a gigantic hand radiating brilliant light reappeared, sweeping down with overwhelming force.

Senjumaru's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously took a step forward.

Before she could make a move, a figure blocked her way.

"Hey, Lord Shutara, please don't get involved in their fight."

Oetsu Nimaiya spoke in a calm tone, but his expression was unexpectedly serious and earnest; he even forgot to say his catchphrase, the rap.

"We who are sealed by the Blood Alliance are not qualified to intervene in a battle of this scale."

"Once Hyosube Ichibei gets carried away with the fighting, he might even kill you too."

"If the name is erased then, it will truly disappear from this world completely."

Senjumaru's gaze was icy. He was about to retort when he suddenly noticed the strange change in the sky above.

A deep, dark pillar of spiritual pressure suddenly rose up, and an extremely violent aura erupted from the dome, accompanied by a deafening roar that made the sky groan in agony.

What is that?!

Kiryuu's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously thought of the commotion that Soul Society had been causing these past few days—

Blur!

Almost all the Death God captains accepted this power, and their strength underwent a qualitative leap.

There are even rumors that Captain-Commander Yamamoto has achieved Hollowfication.

Of course, Kiryu himself scoffed at this and remained skeptical.

Captain-Commander Yamamoto's personality is so stubborn that getting the other captains to accept Hollowfication is already the psychological limit he can bear.

If the Captain-Commander-in-Chief is Hollowfied, then Soul Society might as well be renamed Hueco Mundo.

However, the boost that Hollowfication gave to the Shinigami seemed to far exceed her expectations.

Naraku's eyes suddenly transformed into eerie black-and-gold pupils, his temperament undergoing a dramatic change, and a ferocious aura spread rampantly.

Ring-shaped, jet-black patterns extend from the body and cling to the limbs.

Then, as if it were alive, it instantly bit and devoured the ink marks on its arms, bit by bit!

Under the monk's incredulous gaze, Naraku raised his right hand, extended his fingers, and black and red arcs of electricity instantly exploded.

Countless spiritual particles swarmed in, converging into a massive black and red sphere of light, which, like a black hole, devoured everything around it.

Twisted, jagged lines were scattered about, and the surrounding space emitted an uneasy hum, with tiny cracks swirling around it.

Wang Xu's brilliance!

The vast torrent swept across the dome, rushing straight toward the Thousand-Mile Heavenly Palm, which radiated brilliant golden light.

The moment the two collided, a huge mushroom cloud bloomed in the sky, and countless points of light rained down, instantly turning everything in sight golden.

The black and red torrent, its momentum undiminished, swept down with overwhelming force towards Hyonshube Ichibei.

The monk's expression changed slightly, and he swung his brush in the back of his hand, creating a single character with countless ink dots.

In the next instant, a huge "seal" character burst forth from the tip of the brush, completely sealing away Wang Xu's surging brilliance and turning it into pure black.

It stripped away the immense destructive power it contained.

"Ever since I was slashed by your calligraphy brush last time, I've been reviewing that battle, looking for a way to break the deadlock."

"Sousuke told me that the only thing that can defy the rules is the rules themselves."

"Unfortunately, even after breaking through to the level of the Transcendent, I haven't comprehended any rules."

"But is groundbreaking wisdom such an inconvenient thing?"

"Actually, the way to break the rules is very simple. Just cover the original 'black' with a completely opposite force."

Narakuku slowly drew the Punisher from his waist, his aura rising little by little, as if there were no limit.

"Also, there's something else I'm curious about."

Hyosube Ichibei frowned upon seeing the jet-black Zanpakuto.

"Can your single character sever the name of another world?"

The moment he finished speaking, a hideous smile, like that of a demon, burst forth in front of him.

Narakuku raised his arm and slammed it down forward as if swinging a heavy hammer!

The monk's expression was stern. He swung his sword to meet the attack, and countless ink dots fell like rain, attempting to stain the black blade.

The metal clashed, sparking countless bursts of light.

The two fought swiftly, creating countless afterimages that appeared and shattered.

The aftershocks of the collision continued to spread across the sky, forming concentric white waves, like a grand fireworks display.

Something shocking happened to Hyosugi Ichibei.

The Ichimonji ability that he was so proud of was actually ineffective against Naraku's Zanpakuto.

What's even more terrifying is—

His one-word mantra, after liberation, would make all the dark things in the world his.

The monk tried to use this ability to influence the Zanpakuto called "Bhajaya-tei", but it did not respond at all.

No matter how much you try to shake it, it cannot be shaken in the slightest.

This is like an FM and an AM radio station; they're not even on the same channel.

Seeing the monk's helplessness, Naraku grinned.

Just as I said when I first met Hyosube Ichibei, this old guy had no idea what his Zanpakuto's name was.

This means the rules cannot be enforced.

Just as previously speculated, the world hidden within the Fajay Emperor is another world!

Realizing this, Naraku's righteous smile became even more ferocious, and he even increased the speed of his sword swings.

The pitch-black sword pressure instantly devoured all light, and wherever it passed, the space creaked and the thick, viscous spiritual pressure was instantly split in two.

At this level, the cutting techniques containing the ninth level of the Breaking Path can be performed with ease.

Treat it like a basic attack and use it to slash!

Hyobu Ichibei's face was extremely grim.

His strongest ability is the power of the rule of Ichimonji, but now, the so-called 'black' has no effect on Naraku Sora at all.

Every time you manage to stain its body or limbs black, different forces will surge out and devour the rules imposed upon it.

What a load of rubbish coverage!

Having lived for millions of years, this is the first time I've ever heard of "cutting the name but not the flesh" where blurring can cover up a single character.

In addition to Hollowfication, there is even the Quiet Blood Armor exclusive to Quincy.