Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

A golden light flashed across the sky, and Kirinji Tenjiro rushed straight in.

Looking at the radiant Transcendental Gate, Kiryuu's expression was extremely bewildered.

She's only been at the Spirit King's Palace for a day, right?

Why are we going back to Soul Society already?

Seeing that the gate to the super-realm was about to close, Kiryuu no longer hesitated and stepped into it with a flash.

……

boom--!!!

A cataclysmic upheaval erupted, transforming the earth into a raging ocean, causing ripples to spread across everything in sight.

The buildings collapsed and vanished, the rock strata surged and churned, and the ghostly barrier shattered instantly under the impact of the aftershocks.

A mushroom cloud connecting heaven and earth rose on the edge of Seireitei, attracting countless horrified gazes. The scorching wind howled as if the end of the world had arrived.

Once the aftershocks subsided, Kyoraku Shunsui, as the Shinigami captain closest to the explosion site, arrived immediately and peered into the center of the blast.

"hiss--"

Ahead, countless buildings vanished into thin air, replaced by a deep and enormous sinkhole, which, viewed from above, looked like a cauldron sunk in Seireitei.

The terrain has been permanently altered.

What's most striking is the tattered body in the center of the pot, its skin cracked, revealing dark gold bones, its flesh torn and mangled, making it look particularly gruesome.

Even more surprisingly, the horrific injuries that would have killed other Grim Reapers long ago seemed to have little effect on that burly figure.

The spiritual pressure surged, rapidly repairing the damaged areas.

"cough!"

Hyobu Ichibei coughed up blood, stood up from the deep pit, ignored Kyoraku Shunsui who was approaching from a distance, and simply looked up at the sky.

He had already sensed the rapidly approaching spiritual pressure.

Just as Kyoraku Shunsui was about to ask something, he suddenly looked up and stared at the sky in shock.

Another meteor is rapidly approaching.

Upon sensing that familiar spiritual pressure, he instantly understood the entire situation.

Without any hesitation, Kyoraku Shunsui immediately turned around and amplified his voice using spiritual pressure:

"Get away from here!"

"I'll repeat myself, get away from here immediately!"

Urged on urgently, the Grim Reapers ran in panic, trying to get as far away from the blast radius as possible.

Kyoraku Shunsui stood nearby, watching the figure in the pit with a serious expression. Just as he was about to speak, his gaze suddenly froze.

The monk gripped a white calligraphy brush tightly in both hands and began to wield it in front of him.

The next second, endless darkness, like thick ink spreading in water, spread across the sky.

"O dark night, oh dark night, come here."

"Just wanted to say hello to everyone..."

In the boundless darkness, Hyosube Ichibei's figure grew even more profound, as if shrouded in quagmire, heavy and solemn.

In the distance, the Grim Reapers were horrified to discover that their Shinigami armor was turning white at a visible speed, as if something had drained its color from them.

At the same time, Naraku plunged headlong into the darkness that resembled a quagmire, making a popping sound.

As soon as he entered, he noticed that his environment had changed.

It wasn't the ruins you see from the outside, but a completely black space, or rather, a world.

Even with Naraku Sora's current level of vision, he still couldn't see where the end of the darkness was.

But soon, a melodious and solemn chanting entered their ears, and a circle of white ripples spread out in the darkness. Hyosube Ichibei held a large bowl in his hand and performed a ritual that exuded an eeriness.

The ink fell into the bowl, which the monk slowly drank.

"...Erect a monument for him, mourn him. So that he will not be reborn again, so that he will not become our sacrifice again."

In the darkness, Hyosube Ichibei clasped his hands together with a snap, his pure white eyes fixed on Naraku Sora in the distance.

A huge calligraphy brush stood upright in front of him.

"Don't turn to the Great Killing Tomb!!"

The moment the words fell, the darkness beneath their feet collapsed, and a massive black palace rose from the ground, standing tall in the endless darkness, with countless tombstones rising in front of it, exuding a suffocating heaviness.

The boundless darkness seemed to transform into waves, constantly crashing against Naraku Sora's spiritual pressure, attempting to break through his defenses and absorb the blackness emanating from him.

"Now that's more interesting."

"Oh, you don't seem to be afraid of my unyielding killing power."

Hyosube Ichibei grinned, "But if you knew the true abilities of the Unrean Taisatsu Ryou, would you still be able to remain calm?"

"I have borrowed all the blackness within the Soul Society."

"Within the range of the Unrevolved Taisha Mausoleum, everything will be stained black by the power of 'Ichimonji'."

"Things that are stained black will instantly collapse and turn into nothingness!"

Upon hearing this, Naraku Sora's lips curled into a smile:

"I only know one thing, and that is that your rules don't apply to me!"

"Right now, the key to victory or defeat is the numbers!"

The moment the words fell, black and red lightning erupted, transforming into an endless ocean that shattered the blackness beneath their feet and spread all the way toward the tombstone!

Chapter 366 This is not surprising.

At its peak!

An unprecedented spectacle erupted, with black and red lightning swarming out, transforming into an endless sea of ​​thunder, and advancing towards the pitch-black tombstone!

Hyosube Ichibei's expression suddenly became extremely serious.

No one knew the power of the Unreversible Killing Mausoleum better than him. It was a power capable of erasing everything; anything tainted by it would vanish into nothingness in an instant.

What should have been an overwhelming battle turned into a strange feeling of being unable to resist the sudden eruption of the black and red sea of ​​lightning.

The situation doesn't look good.

The darkness overflowing from the tip of the pen obscured the sky of Seireitei; the boundless blackness was like a bottomless abyss, completely swallowing the sun above the dome.

The Grim Reapers stared in horror at the scene before them, everything that was happening was completely beyond their comprehension.

The exaggerated scene was even more suffocating than the chaos that had occurred in Hell.

Beneath their feet stretched ever-expanding darkness as they crossed the Seireitei Gate and headed towards Rukongai.

They tried to speak and escape, but were horrified to find that no matter what commands they gave their bodies, they received no response.

In this endless darkness, all one can do is slowly savor this soul-deep fear.

Almost every Grim Reaper had the same thought in their mind:

Will we die?

In the center of the boundless darkness, Naraku Sora stood like a god, his twisted giant blade radiating power outwards.

This is the condensation of an entire star, a force powerful enough to destroy everything, propelling it forward.

"Isn't it just a domain-specific ability?"

"As if nobody else has one!"

Naraku Sora gazed at Hyōshūbe Ichibei, who was suspended in front of the dark palace, the scepter in his hand drooping, its dark branches spreading outwards.

Crimson flames ignited from that moment, forcibly tearing the inky blackness apart and creating a fissure-like scene.

The spiritual energy surged, and boundless ruins and wreckage appeared in the cracks, a scene resembling an apocalyptic catastrophe descending upon the Undying Great Slaughter Mausoleum.

The original scenery was completely covered up.

On the scorching earth, the air pulsated and twisted with the heat, and the burning wind carrying ash and sulfur rose up, blowing away the thick darkness that had covered the sky and revealing the blazing red night sky!

Hyōsuke Ichibei subconsciously clenched the white pen in his hand, his pure white pupils reflecting two distinct forces.

On the desolate, scorched earth, ruins stood in rows, their hellish outlines strangely familiar.

If you look closely, it's clearly a scene after the complete destruction of Soul Society!

The scenery continued to spread, covering the sky, with stars twisting and snaking, dripping strands of dim light like molten glass.

It silently reflects the dilapidated world.

The sounds of shattering, the echoes of collapse, everything on the cracked earth was burned red and melted, embers drifted like snow, and thick smoke filled the air.

Just then, Naraku Sora smiled with a pleased expression and stepped forward.

As he moved, the dilapidated world beneath his feet suddenly expanded, wantonly devouring the group of tombstones in front of him, with continuous cracking sounds ringing out.

Hyobu Ichibei stared wide-eyed at what he was seeing in disbelief.

I see!

He finally understood why he couldn't know the name of that Zanpakuto, and he finally understood why the rules of Ichimonji couldn't work on Naraku Sora.

With the power of "Calling the True Name" bestowed upon him by the Spirit King, there is no power in the world that he cannot see through, except for the Spirit King himself.

Even Yhwach is the same.

Right now, Naraku Sora is the most unique existence!

Simply because his power comes from another Soul Society...

No, it's another Three Realms that has been completely destroyed!

No matter how powerful the ability of "Calling by True Name" is, it cannot affect the power of another world.

That's not surprising, that's not surprising at all.

Just as Hyosube Ichibei realized what was happening, Naraku had already raised the Punisher in his hand, crackling black and red lightning crackling around it, constantly shattering the surrounding space, and then—