Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The heavy punch, imbued with spiritual pressure, filled Hirako Shinji's entire field of vision, and forced him to swallow the words that were about to come out.

The straight punch struck hard, and Hirako Shinji's vision went black; he immediately lost consciousness.

Aizen arrived instantly, looked at the captain lying on the ground, and sighed: "Wasn't the ability of Reverse Spell already deactivated? Why did you still use such a heavy hand?"

Naraku Sora gave him a strange look: "Didn't you say before that Hirako Shinji was being a bit too hostile towards you? I guess this guy might have sensed something."

"I thought I might as well take this opportunity to help you vent your anger."

Upon hearing this, Aizen's expression immediately became somewhat complicated.

He didn't expect that a casual remark he made would be remembered by this guy for so long.

"The crisis for the Fifth Division has been temporarily resolved."

Naraku suddenly jumped onto the roof and stood at the highest point, looking out over the rest of the Seireitei.

"But judging from the pervasive chaotic spiritual pressure, this is a disaster that will affect the entire Gotei 13."

Upon hearing his words, Aizen focused his senses for a moment, then nodded and said:

"There are indeed many unusual spiritual pressure fluctuations. It's not just the Fifth Division; the situation in the other divisions is probably not much better."

Naraku Sora stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face:

"That doesn't make sense. Xianghe shouldn't be so extreme."

The only Zanpakuto that can cause a Zanpakuto to betray its master is Muramasa.

"Has he been acting strangely lately?" Aizen looked up.

Naraku thought back carefully: "A few days ago, when Hibiki returned from Rukongai, an inexplicable ambush occurred."

"The area where he was located was suddenly covered by a Kido barrier, and then the Zanpakuto of the Shinigami soldiers collectively rebelled, and their state was exactly the same as when Muramasa used his ability."

"Then, with lightning speed, Xianghe shattered all those people's Zanpakuto, preventing a disaster from happening."

"Although there was no evidence that Xianghe was behind it, he was temporarily confined by Old Man Shan because the situation was too serious."

“I visited him specifically when I went to the First Division a few days ago.”

Aizen frowned: "Are you sure it's not Kuchiki Kyouga pretending to be friendly with you, deliberately telling you lies to deceive you?"

"Maybe it was all a show he orchestrated and staged himself."

Naraku shook his head: "If I hadn't met this guy, I might have thought the same way, but now that we've known each other for so long, there's no need for that."

"From a sensory and acquaintance perspective, this guy and I are the same type of person."

"The only difference is that he is a bit extreme in his thinking and is more prone to going to extremes, unlike me who has an enviable level of wisdom."

Aizen ignored the person's nonsense and quietly pondered for a while.

Then, he looked up at Naraku Sora and said seriously:

"Kong, those guys might not be able to hold back any longer..."

……

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First Squad Barracks.

Two figures faced each other from afar, their surging spiritual pressure crackling with lightning and thunder, and the air filled with the smell of burning.

One of them was the vice-captain, Chojiro Sasakibe.

The other man was dressed as a samurai, carrying a small Western-style architectural ornament on his back and holding a long stick wrapped in white cloth. His face was full of dissatisfaction.

"Yan Ling Wan, is that Kuchiki Hibiki?"

Chojiro Sasaki's expression was cold and serious. "What is his purpose in stirring up such a serious upheaval? Does he know the ultimate consequences for himself?"

Yan Lingwan shook her head: "I don't know, I don't care. The only reason I appeared in front of you is to take revenge on you."

"Taking revenge on me?" Chojiro Sasakibe looked surprised.

Yan Lingwan raised his long staff, pointing it straight ahead:

"That's right. As a Zanpakuto, I can't fight like other swords, and I rarely even train on a regular basis."

"When was the last time we fought side by side? It must have been hundreds of years ago."

"You once dared to draw your sword against the Quincy King, but now you are content to spend your days running around on all sorts of useless files and documents."

"Chōjirō, repent for what you have done."

The moment the words left his mouth, Yan Lingwan, wielding a long staff, charged towards Chojiro of the Sparrow House like a warrior, and a crackling purple lightning bolt arrived in an instant.

boom!

Thunder on the ground.

Looking at the deep crater smashed into the ground, Chojiro Sasaki's face turned pale.

As Yan Lingwan said, he had indeed been busy with official duties in recent years, neglecting his training and battles, and even the Zanpakuto that the Shinigami relied on had been somewhat ignored.

Now we have no choice but to swallow this bitter pill.

I just don't know how things are going with the captain.

If Ryujin Jakka were to betray us like Genryumaru, then we'd be in big trouble.

"Hmph, Chojiro, you dare to lose focus while fighting me?"

As the person who knows Chojiro the most, Yan Lingwan only needs to look at him to know what his old friend is thinking.

The long metal rod was suddenly raised, and a terrifying light, enough to scorch an ordinary person's eyeballs, shone on it, while crackling arcs of electricity surged wildly.

The next moment, a surge of lightning shot straight into the sky.

Suddenly, the sky shattered.

Thick, dark clouds gathered, shrouding the entire barracks, with violent lightning brewing within, like angry sea serpents undulating in a vast, inky ocean.

A terrifying natural disaster is brewing.

Chojiro's expression suddenly turned serious, and his body tensed up abruptly.

As one of the few Zanpakuto capable of altering celestial phenomena, Yanlingmaru possesses unparalleled destructive power.

If it weren't for his own shortcomings, Yan Lingwan's reputation might be even greater than it is now.

A metal rod points out from afar.

The arc of electricity that had been lurking in the dark clouds instantly coalesced and struck down violently towards the location of Chojiro Sasakibe, with a deafening roar and a dazzling light that dispelled all the shadows in the building.

The lightning struck, the ground trembled, countless cracks appeared, and the aftershocks spread in all directions.

Chojiro narrowly avoided the attack, but other arcs of electricity followed closely behind, as if they had eyes, and kept striking down at the point where he would land using Shunpo.

As the strongest Zanpakuto of the lightning type, although limited by the power of the Shinigami itself, this level of attack consumes almost zero energy when it is closely connected with the sky.

Yan Lingwan can unleash lightning without limit whenever he wants.

"Yan Lingwan, let me explain..."

Chojiro Sasaki clumsily dodged the attacks, trying to move the manipulated Zanpakuto with his sincerity.

But Yan Lingwan, who was in a fit of anger, had no desire to talk and, while mocking, did not forget to summon lightning to strike.

He lunged forward, wielding his long metal staff with fierce force, arcs of electricity crackling and crisscrossing, briefly putting Chojiro under pressure.

"explain?"

"Do you think you can cover up my century-long suffering of being ignored with a few light words?"

"You have no idea what it feels like to be ignored, Chojiro!"

As he spoke, his spiritual pressure, which had been condensed to its maximum, erupted.

A dazzling light shot into the sky, completely engulfing the figure in front of him.

Chojiro Sasaki was sent flying backward at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, skimming across the battlefield, over the chaotic ruins, and crashing through several walls before finally coming to a stop.

"call……"

The vice-captain of the First Division was covered in charred soot, with varying degrees of injuries on his face, chest, and waist.

His chest heaved uncontrollably, and his breathing became abnormally disordered.

As it turns out, a Zanpakuto that has been turned against its master will indeed show no mercy when it comes to turning against the Tengu.

"It's over, Chojiro."

Before he could recover, Yan Lingwan appeared before him, holding a metal staff high, with arcs of electricity crackling around it, exuding an aura of destruction.

Just as the long staff was about to fall, a burst of intense heat erupted from the street, and a crescent-shaped sword pressure swept across a hundred meters, instantly engulfing Yan Lingwan.

With a loud bang, the figure was sent flying.

In a daze, Chojiro Sasaki opened his eyes with some difficulty and was surprised to find a blurry, familiar figure in front of him.

The scorching heat relentlessly invaded outwards, the leaping flames distorted the atmosphere, and the intimidating pressure was too much to bear looking at.

It felt like stepping back into that war from hundreds of years ago.

Although it was just a view from behind, it gave people an indescribable sense of security.

"Yuan, Master Yuanliuzhai..."

"Hmm, what nonsense are you spouting, Lord Chojiro?"

Naraku Sora, who had sent Yanlingmaru flying with a single slash, turned around and asked, "I haven't asked you yet. With such a serious incident in Seireitei, where is my teacher?"

Hearing that familiar voice, Chojiro Sasakibara suddenly snapped back to reality and finally recognized the figure standing in front of him.

It wasn't Lord Yuan Liuzhai after all...

"I'm not sure. I was just processing some files when I suddenly noticed something unusual about my Zanpakuto. When I came to my senses, Yanlingwan appeared in the room in its physical form."

Chojiro Sasaki struggled to his feet from the ruins, shook his head, and glanced worriedly toward the captain's office.

Just then, Yan Lingwan, who had been blasted away, returned, his entire body enveloped in purple lightning, piercing the air like a spear as he charged toward the two of them.

Chojiro Sagiba suddenly straightened his back and shouted sharply:

"Yan Lingwan, are you still not coming to your senses?"