Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"Furthermore, as the Captain-Commander, how can you leave Seireitei at will? I will accompany you this time to prevent any further trouble."

Looking at the old man who said one thing but meant another, Nai Luokong couldn't help but grin.

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In a spacious, isolated space beneath Karakura Town.

After casually pulling open the Kido barrier, which served both to isolate spiritual pressure and to provide protection, Aizen took out a wooden plank shaped like a human.

"Aizen-san, what is this?" Ichigo asked curiously as he approached.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi explained from the side:

"Transcendent Body, invented by a scientist with little talent, can help Shinigami quickly master Bankai."

Upon hearing this, Ichigo's eyes lit up.

He still remembers what Naraku Sora once told him: once he mastered Bankai, he could even catch up with the current captain of the Gotei 13.

So Mr. Inzen had such an invention!

It was truly a pleasant surprise.

"Ichigo, Bankai is just the first step in your hellish training."

Aizen calmly stated the facts, "Only after you have transcended Bankai are you qualified to proceed to the next stage of training."

Ichigo took a deep breath, and after calming himself down, he reached out and gently gripped the necklace, instantly entering Shinigami mode.

He took the enormous machete from his back and then plunged it into the body of the Transcendent Spirit without hesitation.

In an instant, a great light shone forth!

Chapter 400 Lacking their wisdom

Kisuke Urahara truly lives up to his reputation as the third most reliable scientist in Soul Society.

When the three of them arrived at a secluded area of ​​Rukongai, he was like Doraemon, taking out all sorts of parts from his pocket and tinkering with them in an open space.

Before long, a device about half a person's height, with a futuristic style, stood before us.

"I named it the Spirit Wave Fixer. It can capture abnormal spiritual wave fluctuations in the air and fix them in place."

Kisuke Urahara introduced the master and apprentice.

To put it bluntly, in his eyes, apart from the scientists of the Naraku Party, only Hikifune Kiryu was considered to have any talent.

In his eyes, everyone else was practically illiterate.

Especially the master and disciple who were extremely skilled in martial arts.

Therefore, when introducing the equipment, Kisuke tried his best to describe it in language that even elementary school students could understand.

The effect is remarkable.

"understood."

Naraku Sora nodded confidently.

Yamamoto glared at his stupid apprentice with annoyance. Being around this kid always gave him the feeling that his brain was being contaminated by some unknown force.

Before long, snowflakes began to fall from the clear sky.

It landed on the ground, in the swaying forest, and on the bodies of several people.

Soon, it spread into a gray layer.

Those are tiny dust particles, invisible to the naked eye, composed of spiritual particles with certain special properties.

Clusters of jet-black snowflakes.

As the density of spiritual particles began to rise, jet-black snowflakes fell from the sky, like the ashes of something that had burned out.

It quickly covered everything within sight.

It's like backfilling the grave during a funeral, burying everything.

Naraku Sora frowned.

The signs of the Gates of Hell appearing this time are completely different from what I had imagined before.

Could it be because no third-class spiritual particles fell into hell?

Kisuke Urahara seemed to sense his confusion and explained softly:

"According to the records of the Mikado family, the instinct of Hell is to erode the three realms and break the original cycle of spiritual particles."

"The scene before us is merely a manifestation of its instinctual intrusion."

“Those snowflakes are essentially mutated substances produced after phosphorus infected the spirit particles. If hell has truly invaded the three realms, then no matter where we go, we will see such a scene.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Kisuke Urahara pressed a button on the device.

The space ahead rippled, and a small gate to hell appeared before them.

Black and red energy flowed and surged around the passage, creating a sense of distortion.

Seizing the opportunity, Naraku vanished from his spot with a flash and rushed into the fray.

Yamamoto grinned, a palpable, terrifying killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Hell, in the gloomy sky.

A passage opened silently, and two righteous figures exuding a terrifying aura made a grand entrance.

"Kid, what's the next step?"

Yamamoto glanced at the traitor who was trying to take off his clothes and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

As Naraku Sora removed his haori, he tied his shihaka to his waist. A fiery spiritual pressure erupted from his body like a fire dragon, causing the surrounding space to distort.

"The culprit is part of the power of hell, and so is the will of hell."

"The only thing we can do to prevent Hell from eroding and devouring the Three Realms is to reduce the power of Hell."

"One word: kill."

Yamamoto slowly exhaled, casually disintegrating his cane to reveal the Ryujin Jakka within.

There's no pre-animation, no explosive action, and even the chanting has been abandoned.

The moment the sword was drawn, black ash sank from the blade, and a thick wisp of white smoke slowly rose.

The originally bright silver blade instantly turned into charcoal, as if it might collapse at any moment.

"Remnant Fire Taishou·west·Resident Ri Prison Clothes!"

The blazing flames erupted from the aged body, sweeping outwards and evaporating everything in their path.

The temperature kept rising, seemingly without any limit.

Yamamoto was like someone draped in the sun, with bursts of flame enveloping the blade, like a demon emerging from hell.

The raging flames transformed into an endless ocean, scorching everything in their path, even melting the sky.

The sudden burst of terrifying heat instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Damn it, it's those two bastards again!"

"Wasn't Hell supposed to be self-locked off? How did they manage to break in again?!"

"You killed Naraku Sora, the first Gotei 13! Back off!"

The sinners' expressions were extremely grave. They had intended to take shelter under the building for a while, but the will of hell seemed to have sensed something and forcibly took control of their bodies.

What followed was a suicide attack.

Like a tidal wave, the hordes of vengeful people surged toward the hottest place, shaking and rumbling the earth, their roar transforming into the thunderous sound of the tide.

The wealth accumulated by Hell over millions of years is an extremely terrifying number.

Even though there were no experts of the transcendent level among them, it still gave people a feeling of unease and heaviness.

Looking into the distance, the view stretches to the horizon.

All that could be seen were enormous silhouettes emerging from the depths of the black tide, and thick, menacing limbs waving about.

The meaning of hell.

The horde of vengeful spirits, comparable to a zombie apocalypse, delivered a visual shock to Naraku Sora.

For the first time, he truly understood what it felt like to be at odds with the entirety of hell.

On the other side, Yamamoto remained expressionless, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

But his eyes gleamed slightly, bursting with intense light.

Raise your arm and slash forward.

The most powerful fire-type Zanpakuto from Soul Society unleashed its ferocity at this moment.

The 15 million degree high temperature instantly spread in all directions, covering everything in sight.

Immediately afterwards, a violent heat surged from the flames, instantly turning all the culprits and the will of hell into ashes.

It was as if it had been erased out of thin air by some kind of rule-based ability.

Seeing Yamamoto get into the zone, Naraku grinned and unleashed a power that made all living beings tremble.

A terrifying beam of light erupted from his center, instantly cracking the ground beneath his feet, melting the soil into a fiery red liquid that flowed everywhere.

A power from another world erupts at this moment.

Dark branches extended from the blade, black and red lightning streaked to the left and right, and it cleaved down vertically amidst the demon's sinister laughter.

The next second, pure destruction spread forward, and the wicked people, like a tidal wave, were instantly wiped out.

It was as if the sun had descended upon hell, but this time, instead of the loving care that brings life to all things, the wicked were bestowed with a terrifying catastrophe that annihilated everything.

Abuse food.

It was an easy win against noobs.

Sometimes, the difference between two Grim Reapers is even greater than the difference between a Grim Reaper and a dog.