Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

After answering that person's question, he accepted a gift from Tsunayoshi.

The originally weak power underwent a transformation overnight.

Raise your right hand and spread your five fingers.

Knead together.

A deafening explosion rang out in my palm, and a shockwave suddenly swept across the air.

This extraordinary power is truly captivating.

Only with such power can one be worthy of the name Kenpachi.

Lord Kuruyashiki, I have not failed your last wish!

A wisp of black light flashed and disappeared in Gosuke's pupils.

As he was immersed in his power, which had expanded several times over, he suddenly sensed an unusual spiritual pressure emanating from the room.

Before I could react, a strange emptiness erupted from the depths of my soul, as if a large piece of it was missing.

Gosuke turned over and stood up, only to see a scene that sent chills down his spine.

The Zanpakuto hanging on the wall emitted a strong light, and a figure that was both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar slowly walked out from it, a pair of blood-red eyes staring intently at him.

His burly body was covered with all sorts of scars, his facial features were contorted, radiating extreme pain, and he gripped a long, serrated sword tightly in his hand.

Instantly, Wu Zhu's pupils contracted sharply, and an indescribable palpitation filled his heart:

"The Truth of Suffering..."

The Zanpakuto has betrayed us once again.

A new wave of turmoil has swept through Seireitei, with chaotic and disorderly spiritual pressure erupting continuously on the streets of the district.

This time, fewer ordinary Shinigami Zanpakuto betrayed the team; the vast majority were those of the captains and vice-captains.

Some Shinigami who had finally managed to subdue their Zanpakuto were forced to drag their exhausted bodies back into battle.

It is worth mentioning, apart from the Gotei 13.

Unrest also broke out in the mansions of the noble district of Seireitei.

The Zanpakuto of the nobles' retainers rebelled almost simultaneously, their dazzling brilliance bursting forth throughout the manor and estate, completely dispelling the silence of the morning.

The traitor, Kuchiki Kyoga, seems to have gone completely mad because of the wanted notice, and his "whispering" ability covers almost the entire Seireitei.

Countless case files were passed to the First Division like raindrops.

Inside the office, Yamamoto stared at the mountain of documents, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Every document he randomly opened contained condemnations and urgings against the Gotei 13 and him, as their captain.

Why has the criminal Kuchiki Hibiki been unable to be arrested even now?

Why has the turmoil surrounding Zanpakuto reignited, even affecting the noble district?

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes and closed the file.

Chojiro, understanding perfectly, moved them all away, then returned to the steward's office and whispered:

"Should we go and remind Lord Naraku?"

Yamamoto raised his eyes, calmly glanced at his old friend, and shook his head:

"No need to worry about it, that kid is more sensible than I expected."

"We didn't touch those Zanpakuto that were more dangerous. As for the nobles, they were one of our objectives this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, an astonishing spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from the cell of the Shinigami Prison not far away.

Chojiro Sasakibe, looking out the window, just in time to see a huge, baby-like creature rampaging through the street, destroying countless buildings and kicking up clouds of dust.

A toxic mist, comparable in size to a tidal wave, spewed out, mixing with the dust, and spreading into the distance.

Yamamoto: "..."

You bastard, I take back my previous assessment!

Meanwhile, deep within the noble street, inside a mansion that resembles a sleeping behemoth.

The highest point.

Naraku Sora stood at the edge, calmly observing the tranquility of the courtyard, while Kuchiki Hibiki beside him sensed the fluctuations in spiritual pressure within.

After a moment of silence, a deep voice rang out.

"Let's begin, Xianghe."

As soon as he finished speaking, eerie purple ripples spread out, instantly covering the entire mansion.

At the same time, the old man who was taking a nap in his study suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the Zanpakuto placed on the table. A faint light quietly emerged from it.

"The Mirror of Beauty..."

Chapter 97 This treasure is destined for me

Under the old man's suddenly narrowed gaze, the beautiful, mirror-like silver-white blade suddenly shone, its light, comparable to the sun, almost piercing his eyes.

The blindingly bright light, exceeding the limits of tolerance, instantly robbed people of their judgment.

A pure white figure slowly emerged from the glow, with a well-proportioned body and not a single hair on its body. Where eyes should have been, two mouths were placed instead.

It looks extremely strange.

Despite his usually high level of composure, the old man still felt an urge to curse when he saw this scene.

The family heirloom of the Tsunayoshiro family, with a history of millions of years, was now vividly and realistically materialized before his eyes.

He could guess who did it even with his toes.

Damn it, Rokumu Xianghe, is this some kind of desperate act?

Or did he sense something during this turmoil?

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through the old man's mind, but he quickly lost the will to think about them, because—

The materialized Yanluo Mirror has been instilled with the idea of ​​betraying its master.

As the Zanpakuto passed down through the Tsunayo family, it does not have a specific master, but in a sense, every Tsunayo headmaster can be considered its master.

So the first thing he did upon gaining his freedom was to kill the old man in front of him.

A pure white blade appeared out of thin air in Yanluo Jingdian's hand, blending seamlessly with her palm, its tip pointing straight forward.

Without uttering a single word, he drew his knife and began to slash.

The dazzling light flashed and burst forth from time to time, blasting the old man's vision like a flashbang.

Without a doubt, this is the power of a Zanpakuto that was copied in the past.

In his panic, the old man's response was somewhat disorganized.

But soon, it became clear that this head of the Tsunayashiro family was no ordinary person, as even Gosuke had to submit to him.

The immense spiritual pressure erupted like a burst dam, instantly filling every corner of the study, and the air suddenly became thick and sticky.

Under the heavy weight, the furniture groaned and creaked, unable to bear the strain.

A burst of light erupted, and an invisible force descended instantly. The old man felt as if his body had become several times heavier, and even his internal organs were subjected to unimaginable pressure.

The bones groaned.

The old man's face grew increasingly grim.

The ease and comfort of using the Mirror of Beauty to deal with enemies has now transformed into an unspeakable and immense pressure.

Now he finally understands what it felt like for those Grim Reapers who died beneath the Mirror of Beauty.

Its unpredictable nature makes it impossible for people to cope with.

Having finally adapted to the current offensive style, Yanluo Jingdian's mouth in her eye sockets opened and closed, revealing a new ability.

It can even combine multiple abilities to create a powerful and terrifying killing move.

For example, right now.

The old man suddenly found that the ground beneath his feet had turned into soft quicksand, and a huge vortex was forming, constantly engulfing his body.

The bone-chilling cold seeped through the fine clothes, penetrating deep into the flesh and bones.

It makes one's movements increasingly stiff, as if one is about to sink and be buried under quicksand.

The old man's expression grew increasingly displeased, and a heavy spiritual pressure suddenly burst forth, transforming into a massive pillar of light that erased all the techniques covering his body.

Dust mixed with quicksand caused the entire study to collapse.

Amidst the roar, the old man raised his right hand, pointing it directly forward:

"Hado #88: Flying Dragon Strikes the Thief with Heaven-Shaking Thunder Cannon!"

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted like thunder, and a beam of azure light, crackling with twisted arcs of electricity, shot straight forward.

Wherever it passed, the white sand vanished, the walls collapsed, and a deep, scorched trench was left in the ground. The violent impact landed on the spot where Yan Luojingdian stood.

Boom!

The earth-shaking aftershocks suddenly erupted!

In an instant, the entire mansion trembled violently, and the violent aftershocks spread out, causing countless seemingly ancient and magnificent buildings to collapse.

The rest of the Tsunayo family stared in disbelief at the astonishing scene.

The next moment, the charred Yanluo Jingdian flew out from the smoke and dust, carving a deep and wide trench in the broken walls and ruins.

An old man with a face as black as the bottom of a pot appeared instantly, raised his hand, and condensed a ghostly spiritual pressure radiating a scorching aura at his fingertips.

However, before he could make a move, Yan Luo Jingdian plunged the blade in his hand into his own sunken chest.

Immediately, his injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Upon seeing this, a look of astonishment appeared on his aged face.

But soon, as if he had thought of something, the old man's expression changed drastically, and the ghostly light at his fingertips became even more intense.

Ke Yanluo Jingdian's reaction speed was faster than his.