Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

As a being who has perfectly integrated the power of Hollows, Naraku Kuro can naturally use the ability of anti-membrane, and it is more flexible than that of ordinary Arrancar.

After hearing the explanation, Oetsu Nimaiya was greatly shocked.

This is beyond imagination, and it's a method that ordinary people simply cannot do.

Who is so kind as to control the reflective film to this extent?

Even the former Hueco Mundo king, Mikado, probably couldn't do that, let alone a guy who came from the Shinigami clan.

Blur effect, it's really amazing.

Wang Yue from Nimei House suddenly felt a little tempted.

I wonder if he'll be banished from the Spirit King's Palace by the monks after he becomes ethereal.

After much deliberation, Nimaiya Wangyue suppressed this tempting idea.

"Honestly, it was unexpected."

He shook his head. "But since the requirements have been met, then the sword is yours."

Narakuku grinned.

From this day forward, he too will be a refined and elegant dual-wielding swordsman!

Well, the Zanpakuto was a gift for the old man; he didn't even think much of such a weak Zanpakuto.

It has nothing to do with being directionally challenged.

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Inside a secret laboratory on Mount Koibushi in Rukongai.

In the spacious and bright room, several figures were busy among the equipment.

Although they don't communicate in any way, after working together for many years, they can understand each other's thoughts simply by exchanging glances.

This is the tacit understanding between scientists.

After typing the last character, Kisuke Urahara stretched in his chair, then performed some data calibrations, asking without looking up:

"Mr. Aizen, when will Lord Warden return?"

Upon hearing this, Aizen paused in his fluid movements, then replied expressionlessly:

"It shouldn't be long."

"Hyōsuke Ichibei is no match for Sora. There is nothing in the Reiō Palace that can threaten him unless the Reiō himself takes action."

"But if the Soul King harbors any ill intentions, it will be the same even in the Soul Society."

Over the years, he has studied many fragments of the Spirit King.

In addition, with the Great Spiritual Book Corridor and some records from the Tsunayo family, the truth had already been deduced from the fragmented clues.

The sealing of the Spirit King a million years ago was voluntary.

The significance of His actions was simply that He did not want to see the three realms, which had been painstakingly separated, return to their original state.

If someone capable of separating the three realms harbors any ill intentions, even if all the Shinigami of Soul Society and the Arrancar of Hueco Mundo were tied together, they wouldn't be enough to deal with them.

Instead of worrying about these things, it's better to focus your energy on the research you're doing now.

"In that case, we can just wait patiently."

Why waste time researching these things?

Kisuke Urahara couldn't shake his slacking-off nature.

After a moment of silence, Aizen raised his eyes to look at the data on the screen, his expression calm, and said softly:

"Mr. Urahara, are you really willing to place all your hopes on Sora?"

"What we need to do is not only combat potential risks in the future, but also change the world."

"Although Kong is very strong, not everything can be solved by force."

"The best we can do right now is to plan ahead."

Kisuke Urahara remained silent for a while, then sighed deeply.

He simply couldn't understand why he had to do this grueling work when the leaders were no longer around.

But not doing it is not an option.

If Naraku Sora were to find out, he would surely exploit me severely.

The thought of that endless cycle of overtime made him tremble.

Just as the two were talking, Mayuri Kurotsuchi had already completed his task. As the red button was pressed, a dazzling light shone from the glass container in front of him.

As the light faded, a tall, slender figure appeared inside the container.

Its entire body was pitch black, but the mask was a ghastly white color, making it appear particularly ferocious in contrast.

Szayelaporro raised his head and addressed the three observers:

"Parameter comparison completed, no errors or omissions found."

Aizen nodded slightly:

"Then let's activate the Black Hole and project it into the real world. It will find the remaining Fullbringers for us as quickly as possible."

As soon as the words were spoken, the space behind the glass container shattered, revealing a deep, dark void.

Together with the container, it fell into the rift.

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After bidding farewell to the hospitable Hyōshūbe Ichibei, Naraku Sora arrived at the Omotesando (Original Approach). He glanced back at the five Zero-Banri Palaces floating in the sky and revealed a satisfied smile.

The Spirit King's Palace is truly a wonderful place.

Hehe, I'll come again next time.

If it weren't for the worry that my godson would be anxious, I would definitely stay here for a while.

After waving at the deserted Omotesando, he leaped into the air and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds below.

At its ferocious speed, the air rubbed and burned violently, creating a crimson cone-shaped airwave around Naraku.

Like a shooting star, it headed towards the Soul Society.

Chapter 374 Free Fighting Champion

When the sun rises again from the edge of the earth.

The sound of bamboo tubes striking to startle the deer rang out from the elegant courtyard, echoing in the silence.

An old man standing in front of the pond sprinkled fish food, causing the fish in the pond to swim around and compete for the food.

Although the scene of vibrant red and white fish was pleasing to the eye, Yamamoto had no interest in appreciating it and simply continued to throw fish food into the water.

The traitor has gone to the Spirit King's Palace again.

He learned of this news from Retsu Unohana, and a day and a night have passed, yet he still hasn't received a single word back.

Despite Narakuku displaying terrifying strength under the watchful eyes of countless people, he defeated Hyoninbe Ichibei head-on.

But Yamamoto was still somewhat worried.

After all, Hyosube Ichibei was an old man who had lived for millions of years, and I, an old man who was only a few thousand years old, was not even a baby in front of him.

Naraku Sora is a reckless brat who's not even two hundred years old. He'd probably be sold out and still be helping the seller count the money.

Although he may complain about his students on ordinary days, how could a teacher not worry about them when it comes to a critical moment?

Chojiro Sasaki stepped out from under the eaves and slowly approached the back of the mountain, respectfully saying:

"Lord Genryusai, you don't really need to worry. Although Lord Naraku is a bit reckless, he is usually quite sensible in his actions."

"If we truly sense danger, we will resist immediately. As soon as we detect abnormal spiritual pressure, we will..."

Quebu hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Yamamoto glanced at him and hummed:

"So what?"

"Attack the Spirit King's Palace!"

"?"

Yamamoto's face darkened.

After a brief silence, he looked deeply at his old friend and sighed, "Chōjirō, you seem to be going a bit too far."

On ordinary days, Naraku would often visit the First Division when he had nothing to do. If he was handling team affairs or doing his daily training, he would sit down and chat with Chojiro Sasakibe.

Having spent too much time with Naraku Sora, he has been completely assimilated and is no longer of any use.

Just as he was about to reprimand someone, he suddenly looked up at the sky.

Noticing Yamamoto's action, Sasakibe subconsciously followed suit.

Then, a crimson meteor appeared in my field of vision, growing larger and larger.

Before anyone could warn them, the meteor headed straight for the team's barracks, and its landing point was clearly the courtyard where the two of them were.

Yamamoto instinctively drew Ryujin Jakka, preparing to shatter the meteor.

However, just as it was about to enter the attack range, the meteor mysteriously hovered in the air, and the powerful impact spread outward, forming visible ripples.

"Teacher, I'm back!"

Naraku Sora stood in the air, his arms bulging as if he had stuffed a lot of things inside.

Seeing his traitor unharmed and in high spirits, Yamamoto breathed a sigh of relief, then his face darkened, and he angrily rebuked:

"You bastard, why didn't you consult me ​​before leaving?!"

"What do you take the Spirit King Palace for?!"