Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Looking up at the rugged face filled with shock and a hint of fear, Nairoku revealed a mocking smile:

"That's it?"

The two simple words, like arrows piercing the heart, immediately broke through the defenses of the "Ji Ji Si Ji Ba" and unleashed a deafening roar.

Countless spiritual particles gathered on its surface in the air, and its aura surged at a visible speed.

Upon seeing this, Nai Luo Kong was taken aback.

Absorbing spiritual particles to strengthen oneself?

Why does this sound so much like the Quincy's style?

Just as he was pondering this, a terrifying shadow covered everything and crashed down upon him.

Naraku Sora raised his head, grinned, revealing a set of neat white teeth, then leaned his right arm back, his spiritual pressure gathering into a scorching torrent that burst forth from his shoulder, instantly unleashing a terrifying force comparable to a rocket engine.

Straight punch.

The two fists, vastly different in size, collided, producing a dull thud.

A slight feeling of blockage came from the fist, and then, as if a bubble had been popped, a thunderous explosion pierced the sky upon impact.

Before he could even feel the pain, he saw his arm, which was like a stone pillar, crumble and fall apart.

Flesh collapsed, bones shattered, and it instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Before it could even let out a scream, its massive body, several meters tall, was twisted and deformed by the violent force.

Centered on the point where the fist landed, the dent suddenly spread outwards, creating ripples, and at the same time, the steel skin enveloped by spiritual pressure instantly collapsed.

The dragon, trailing a long, blood-red tail, carved out thousands of meters of trenches in the parched earth before finally crashing through the rock face and being buried in the rubble.

Witnessing such an exaggerated battle, Nimaiya Oetsu felt a toothache.

Without using any special abilities, he nearly shattered the Zanpakuto he had forged with just his brute strength.

This kid has completely lost his humanity.

Naraku Sora arrived at the collapsed rock wall, his massive body vanished, leaving only a Zanpakuto stuck in the ground.

Sensing the approaching danger, he instinctively trembled, yet dared not dodge, fearing another punch.

Naraku scoffed and grabbed it, instantly refining it.

He probed his spiritual pressure into it, and after a brief moment of sensing, he grasped how to use it.

Like the Yanluo Mirror Manual, it is used by whoever gets it, and it belongs to the category of slaves with multiple surnames. It does not have a Bankai, but only three different Shikai.

Its power is so-so, but its ability to absorb spiritual particles is somewhat useful.

It seems like it could be used as a Noble Phantasm against Quincy.

Watching Naraku casually toying with the already tattered metal, Nimaiya Oetsu suddenly thought of something. He flashed to the bottom of the dried-up pit, grinning:

"Hey bro, are you interested in failed experiments?"

Chapter 373 The Naraku Group in Action

"A failed product?"

Naraku was stunned for a moment and couldn't react immediately.

How could a Sword God, the one who forged Zanpakuto, have a failed product?

Nimaiya Oetsu seemed to sense someone's confusion and explained:

"Bro, don't treat me like an omnipotent god."

"Before I forged my Zanpakuto, I was just an ordinary Shinigami, at most a little stronger than a captain."

He made a gesture that sounded like he was insulting a Korean, and then continued:

"After receiving the monk's invitation, I was promoted to the Zero Division and received a gift from Lord Soul King, becoming one of the most powerful beings in the world."

"But I did not give up forging my Zanpakuto because of this."

"Countless years have passed, and forging techniques have reached their pinnacle, which has led to a terrible idea."

"Forge the world's strongest Zanpakuto!"

"Even if the Shinigami who uses it is not very strong, he can still use it to kill a Zanpakuto that is many times stronger than himself."

"For this, I spent a hundred years conceiving the idea and another hundred years forging it, and finally completed it."

"But unfortunately, it became a failure due to my greed."

Naraku Sora raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"Come with me."

Wang Yue of Ermei House vanished into the bottom of the pit in a flash.

Filled with curiosity, Naraku followed.

The ocean below the cliff will recover over time, so there's no need to worry about Oetsu Nimaiya running out of cooling water when forging swords in the future.

The two arrived at the real Phoenix Palace, which was in front of the thatched hut.

Wang Yue from Ermei House went inside and soon came out carrying a large box.

It was filled with a jelly-like liquid, and a blade gleaming with a cold light swayed back and forth inside, giving it a sharp and fierce feel.

It's as if it can even sever spiritual particles.

Its name is Sheath.

"The reason for its failure is that the blade has such high sharpness and smoothness that even blood cannot stain it, so it is impossible to make a matching scabbard."

"It can only be placed in a carry-on bag containing frozen liquid."

"Sheathed sword is a Zanpakuto that can starve those who make a living by sharpening swords."

Naraku suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the Zanpakuto that instantly annihilated the Divine Pardon Guard.

Old Wang is truly a lucky charm, showering people with gifts of various kinds, making even someone as thin-skinned as him feel a little embarrassed.

As he thought about it, he reached into his briefcase and drew his scabbard.

The already sharp, cold light became even more astonishing after leaving the frozen liquid, and one could even faintly hear a shattering sound.

Watching Naraku Sora attempt to swing his sword, Nimaiya Oetsu grinned:

"Brother, before you take Sheath away, you have to prove one thing to me."

"What is it?" Naraku Sora turned his head curiously.

"Without using the carry-on bag—"

Nimaiya Wang Yue patted the large box next to him, which was about half his height, and looked somewhat expectant.

"Successfully prepared and sheathed."

"Although it's a failure, I still want to find it a suitable owner."

Naraku Sora stared at the Zanpakuto in his hand, pondered for a few seconds, and then smiled confidently:

"What's so difficult about that!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yue of Ermei House's eyes lit up.

That kid really knows how to do things.

From the moment he first entered the Spirit King Palace, he discovered that Naraku Sora never played by the rules, whether it was in his interactions with Hyosube Ichibei or in other aspects.

Although they may not seem to possess much wisdom, they often come up with solutions that ordinary people would not think of.

For example, an attack that completely evaporates the cooling sea.

Under the expectant gaze of Nimaiya Oetsu, Naraku Sora placed the scabbard flat in front of him, gripped the hilt with his right hand, and placed his left hand, with its five fingers spread, directly onto the blade.

When Wang Yue saw this, his eyes widened. He was about to speak up to stop it when he was surprised to find that the usually invincible Sheath had failed to sever Naraku's fingers.

Sparks even flew when the two came into contact.

"?"

Wang Yue from Ermei House raised a question mark.

Isn't this physical exertion a bit excessive?

His expression was somewhat complicated: "Bro, although your body is very strong, this way of dressing up isn't what I want. If there's no other way..."

"I'm sorry, you can't take Sheath away."

Upon hearing this, Nairoku grinned and said, "Don't rush me. I'm just testing the sharpness. I haven't revealed the real method yet."

As he spoke, golden light emanated from his palm, and with a stroke of his left hand, a layer of golden shell enveloped the blade.

Snapped!

The sound of a hard object hitting the ground echoed on the empty cliff.

Nimaiya Oetsu stared in shock at the Zanpakuto that Naraku Sora was holding, his eyes filled with disbelief.

After a brief silence, he raised his head, his voice somewhat urgent:

How did you do that?

Naraku grinned: "It's actually very simple."

"Since the sharpness of the sheath is too high, let's create something that it can't cut through, and use it as a sheath."

He picked up the Zanpakuto that was propping up on the ground, pointed to the golden light on the blade, and explained:

"Old Wang, you should recognize this thing too."

Its name is, reverse membrane.

"An ability that the Great Hollow uses to save his comrades."

"When the reflective membrane is fully extended, two mutually isolated spaces are formed inside and outside the light."

When the protective membrane fell, even Yamamoto could only watch helplessly as the person was taken away. It was no problem at all to use it to store a Zanpakuto that had not been infused with spiritual pressure.