Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Seeing the two of them completely unperturbed, even seemingly in the mood for cryptic banter, Yamamoto's forehead veins bulged. Just as he was about to reprimand them, he heard Naraku Sora explain:

"Teacher, don't worry, everything is under control."

"According to the plan, Yhwach is destined to go to the Spirit King's Palace."

Yamamoto: "?"

Chapter 418 Rules Above All Else

"Halt!"

On the spacious Omotesando, a burly monk stood at the entrance, with a huge "seal" character behind him. His eyes were pure white, as if even the last trace of black had turned into pure power.

"That's enough, Yhwach."

"You have already lost. You have ruined the future of the Quincy with your own hands. If only you had agreed to my advice a thousand years ago..."

Before he could finish speaking, Hyosube Ichibei saw Yhwach, looking furious, extend his right hand towards him.

The next second, the spiritual particles in the air seemed to come alive, and an overwhelming pressure swept over them, causing the surrounding space to creak.

The monk's expression changed, and without thinking, he swung the brush in his hand.

Bang!

The sticky ink suddenly burst open, completely soaking and staining the spacious Omotesando black.

The monk, who had narrowly escaped the attack, was still shaken, and his gaze toward Yhwach held a hint of anger.

"Hyōnobe Ichibei, I don't have time to play house with you."

Yhwach's pupils twitched, and a heavy pressure instantly enveloped the entire Omotesando.

"If you obstruct us again, your fate will not be any better than that of Hei Mo just now."

Faced with the threat, the monk did not waver in the slightest. He gripped the brush tightly with both hands and splashed the sticky ink in front of him, instantly turning a large area of ​​the sky black.

"As the Zero Division guarding Lord Soul King, we will never back down under any circumstances."

"Twilight, darkness, please come over."

"Let's meet up and have a bowl of wine, and after drinking this bowl, our souls will be scattered and our spirits will fly away."

As the incantation began, the inky blackness that permeated the sky slowly surged, outlining vast stretches of tombstones and transforming the Omotesando into a "black" realm.

"On the road to the underworld, there are blooming flowers to keep you company. Where are the delicacies? They are dyed black, divided into eight pieces, and smoked until black by the flames, so you can enjoy them to your heart's content."

The monk held a bowl of ink in his hand and was about to drink a little before continuing the ritual of 'Not Turning to the Great Killing Tomb' when he suddenly saw an undisguised anger appear on Yhwach's face opposite him.

“I have no interest in listening to you continue chanting that long and tedious incantation. Darkness is nowhere to be hidden before my eyes.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hyosube Ichibei's expression changed slightly. He sensed the surge of spiritual particles within the spiritual pressure range. No longer caring about the subsequent incantation, he grabbed the Ichimonji floating in front of him and rushed straight towards Yhwach's location.

Faced with the overwhelming darkness, Yhwach simply raised his right hand once more.

grip!

The sticky ink burst open instantly, and the body of the King Key, constructed from the power of the Spirit King, shattered instantly. His body turned into a cloud of blood mist and merged with the ink, creating a torrential rain of blood and ink on the Omotesando.

The enormous head fell and slammed heavily onto the ground, its eyes wide open, seemingly dying with its eyes still open.

Yhwach paid no attention to this. He gathered spiritual energy under his feet, forming something like a stepping stone, which lifted his body and propelled him swiftly across the Omotesando.

Heading straight to the inner palace.

A hint of melancholy flashed across Yhwach's face as he gazed at the enormous crystal in the center of the room.

"The endless humiliation has come to an end."

"Farewell, Father..."

Before he could finish speaking, several powerful spiritual pressure auras surged into the inner palace, and the scorching heat spread wildly, as if it were about to evaporate all the moisture in the air.

"Yes, how could such a great moment be without an audience?"

Yhwach's pupils shifted slightly, landing on Naraku and the others, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Now, nothing can stop me."

"Naraku Sora, Yamamoto Shigekuni, open your eyes wide and witness the end of the old era."

Throughout, his attention was focused on the master and apprentice who had given him a hard time, and he didn't notice the brown-haired man with glasses and the orange-haired boy next to him at all.

Ichigo scratched his head, because no one had explained anything to him before he arrived, so he couldn't understand what the other person was saying at all.

But since that person is Yhwach, shouldn't we stop him?

He looked at Aizen beside him and found that this trustworthy senior was calm and composed.

Considering the difference in intelligence between the two, Ichigo calmed down instantly.

Mr. Aizen must have had his reasons for doing this.

Yhwach didn't have time to think that much. When he saw Naraku take a step forward, a clear panic flashed in his eyes. Without thinking, he conjured a black Quincy Cross and stabbed it straight into the sealing crystal.

Although there was some hesitation, it still managed to enter smoothly.

As the blade pierced the Soul King's body, the vast power of the Soul King surged into Yhwach's body along the blade.

The next second, Yhwach's spiritual pressure surged wildly, seemingly without limit. He was now several times stronger than before, and the missing values ​​had clearly been made up.

Feeling the wonderful sensation of spiritual pressure filling his limbs and bones, Yhwach revealed a heartfelt and joyful smile.

Never before has there been such a wonderful start!

"Ladies and gentlemen, now witness the arrival of a new world!"

As he spoke, a black, materialized spiritual pressure surged over his body, writhing as if it were alive.

Yhwach's face disappeared, replaced by several ominous eyes with pupils constantly shifting within them, and spiritual pressure surging wildly like black mud.

"So this is what it feels like to have inexhaustible power."

A terrifying, low tremor instantly broke through the inner chamber and burst forth in all directions.

diffusion.

Wherever it passed, the earth creaked and countless buildings suddenly shook, bursting out with high-pitched explosions and buzzing sounds.

It was as if the spirits were roaring.

The ground beneath their feet shattered with a deafening roar that echoed through the darkness, as the Spirit King, like the collapse of the heavens, surged forth in a mighty torrent towards the Soul Society.

The moment the torrent, powerful enough to obliterate everything, fell, it stirred up ripples that swept across the entire world.

The collapse of the old world is imminent.

"Although I can't guess what you're thinking, the scene before you must have completely exceeded your expectations, right?"

A mocking smile appeared on Yhwach's face.

"I thought that after a thousand years of hard work, we could withstand the inevitable disaster."

"The war unfolded exactly as expected. The Quincy suffered a complete defeat, and even the Sternritter, whose power I had bestowed upon them, was utterly defeated by their captain's annihilation."

"However, for me, whether my companions die or not does not affect the final outcome."

"No one can stop the arrival of a new world."

"A bright future free from fear will be born at this very moment!"

Seeing the Soul King pouring into Soul Society like a cascading silver river, Ichigo's face showed obvious panic, and he quickly turned his gaze to the side:

"Naraku, Aizen-sensei..."

Aizen lowered his gaze slightly and said softly:

"Only when the remnants of the old era fail to keep up with the pace of the new era will they show their exasperated mentality and dedicate themselves to destroying everything that others have worked hard to build."

"Yhwabach..."

When did you develop the illusion that no one can stop you?

Upon hearing this, Yhwach felt a strong sense of unease. Several eyes on his head darted around frantically, instantly locking onto Aizen in the middle of the group.

The next second, the entire Spirit King Palace fell silent, without a trace of sound.

Twisted lines intersected around Aizen, and illusory, blurry colors spread out from there. An even more immense spiritual pressure surged forth with unstoppable force, descending towards the Soul Society.

Under the gaze of several shocked eyes, the terrifying pillar of light spread out in an instant, transforming into a deafening roar that filled every inch of space and every inch of air in the Spirit King Palace.

The terrifying spiritual pressure reverberated violently, utterly pulverizing the Spirit King's surging energy and the deformed monsters that evolved from it.

At that moment, the immense spiritual pressure released suddenly erupted with a magnificent roar that shook the world.

It was clearly powerful enough to tear any eardrum, but the ears of ordinary Death or Hollows could no longer hear it.

The writhing black mud seemed to want to continue expanding, but once it was affected by the materialized spiritual pressure, a terrifying gravitational force crushed it down.

Before it could even let out a wail, it exploded into a puddle of black mist.

Kurosaki Ichigo stared in disbelief at everything before him.

Even Yamamoto looked surprised.

He knew Aizen was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

With just spiritual pressure, it prevented the disaster caused by the death of the Soul King and easily wiped out the Soul King's Flow, which was enough to destroy Soul Society.

In terms of spiritual pressure alone, Aizen seems to be the strongest.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto's expression became somewhat subtle.

Because he remembered that Naraku Sora once said that the battle between Shinigami is a battle of spiritual pressure.

If we look at it this way, wouldn't Aizen be the strongest among them?

At this moment, Yhwach's expression was particularly grim, as if he could not accept the reality of the situation.

Enraged, he raised his right hand, and countless spiritual particles surged forth, condensing into a giant spiritual bow. Several holy arrows radiating destructive aura were aimed at Aizen.

"To launch such a blatant sneak attack, they really have no shame at all."

Naraku Sora flashed and appeared directly in front of the Spirit Bow. Crackling black and red arcs of electricity surged around his body, constantly annihilating the spiritual particles gathering in the air.

"After devouring your father, it not only lost its appearance, but also its personality."