I said you are all war criminals

"save?"

Nana looked at Xiangzi's face in disbelief, "In this way? In..."

Xiangzi did not answer, but shouted out his own holy words: "I am Xiangzi Toyokawa, and the holy words I received are U - U in Utopia!"

A violent surge of spiritual pressure erupted from Xiangzi's body like a flood, instantly sweeping away everything around him. This force, brimming with destructive force, flung Nana violently forward, like a kite with a broken string, drawing a sharp arc through the air. She landed heavily on the gravel ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Nana groaned, feeling as if her internal organs had shifted, and a fishy-sweet taste surged in her throat.

But more importantly, Nana knew that Shoko's sacred text "Utopia" had been activated.

"No death within 100 meters."

Nana knew what kind of power Xiangzi's holy words had.

——That is the power that can set any rules at will within a hundred meters.

Nana knew the terrifying power of Xiangzi's sacred text, "Utopia." It wasn't simply a prohibition of death; it was a form of absolute control. Within a 100-meter radius, Xiangzi could distort and tamper with any rules at will, manipulating everything like a god. From the laws of physics to the flow of spiritual pressure, she was toyed with at will. This meant that within a 100-meter radius, Xiangzi was invincible, able to dictate any rules to her advantage.

"No one will die within this hundred meters."

Xiangzi pressed against the hideous wound on her chest. Blood gushed from her fingers like a mountain spring, quickly staining the pristine white Quincy uniform. The glaring crimson spread across the white uniform like a blood-red mandala blooming in the snow. The wound that pierced her chest hadn't healed despite the power of the holy text. The flesh had ripped open, revealing the bone, a horrifying sight. Dark crimson blood continued to pour from the depths of the wound, like a burst water bag, unable to be stopped.

Not dying does not mean being intact.

Shoko Toyokawa, who could not die, once again pulled out a blue bow of light.

"Nana Ohba, I will take everything from you within these 100 meters."

"I'm sorry, Xiangzi..."

Nana stacked her two Zanpakuto tightly together, with the blades touching each other, making a crisp metal collision sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent battlefield.

The past nine years flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, each scene as clear as yesterday. She and Xiangzi had once been such close friends, carrying out missions together, exorcising the Hollows together. Amidst the clashing of swords, they supported and relied on each other, forging a deep friendship. They had traversed mountains and rivers together, admiring the beautiful scenery and sharing both joys and sorrows. She had even attended Xiangzi and Sushi's wedding, witnessed the fruit of their love, and offered her sincere blessings. Those joyful laughter, those days fighting side by side, those beautiful memories that she had once thought would last forever... now seemed like a bubble.

"I want to cut off my confusion—"

Nana said this to the enemy who would never die.

"Swastika!"

The two Zanpakutō belonging to the girl simultaneously ignited with a cold blue fire.

"Whisper to destruction! The Black Vajra, who is determined to protect the Dharma, will slay the Yaksha King!"

166

Chapter 166: The battlefield is over.

The Palace of the Spirit King.

The palace above the clouds overlooks everything in the world.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, which was incompatible with the solemn atmosphere.

Kita Ikuyo stood at the edge of the Soul King Palace, the Shoda Kanesada clutched in her hand. The blood stains on the blade shimmered eerily in the moonlight. She gently swung the blade, flicking the blood droplets off with a subtle "swish" sound, remarkably clear in the still night. The droplets fell to the ground, scattering a fine cloud of dust before disappearing in an instant.

She raised her head and cast her gaze downward. In Soul Society, Quincies and Shinigami were engaged in a fierce battle. The fluctuations of Reiatsu surged like ocean waves, and even from a distance, the scent of blood could be felt.

"It seems like there's a lot of fighting going on down there."

Kita Ikuyo's voice was indifferent.

After saying this, she turned around and her gaze fell on the front of the Spirit King's main hall. There, a portly monk sat cross-legged, eyes closed in deep thought, as if the outside world had nothing to do with him.

He was wearing a cassock and had a kind face, which formed a sharp contrast with the solemn atmosphere.

Kita Ikuyo slowly walked towards the fat monk, stopped in front of the monk, and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Is it your turn next, Monk?"

Kita Ikuyo's voice remained calm, but it carried a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Behind her, the four "God Generals" of Squad Zero were all lying on the ground.

Hyoshubu Ichibei slowly opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked at Kita Ikuyo standing in front of him, with a helpless smile on his face. He reached out and touched his smooth head, and said in a calm tone: "I don't like fighting..."

He paused and continued, "Besides, there's no reason for us to fight, right?"

Hyoshubu Ichibei sighed, his corpulent body slowly rising to its feet, towering over Kita Ikuyo like a mountain of flesh. He spread his hands helplessly, his tone as calm as if he were coaxing a child.

"Golden God, the Soul King is dead, and the Soul King Palace is now an empty shell. If Yhwach comes here as the Soul King's son, he will naturally become the new Soul King."

He paused, as if trying to make Kita Ikuyo understand his dilemma. "Instead of fighting to the death, it's better to go with the flow and reduce casualties. Isn't that reasonable?"

Kita Ikuyo's eyes didn't waver at all, and her tone remained cold, "There's no Yhwach, there's only Goto Ichiri."

"If the name was so easy to change, I wouldn't have to go through all this trouble."

Hyoshubu Ichibei pulled out a large brush from his back and swung it sideways. "Just like now, if we could resolve this through dialogue, I wouldn't have to kill you."

Eyes facing each other.

Their eyes met.

Hyoshubu Ichibei was all smiles, while Kita Ikuyo was cold and calm.

The next moment, Kita Ikuyo vanished, leaving behind a ghostly afterimage that flickered like a ghost, too fast to be seen with the naked eye.

Before the afterimage faded, Kita Ikuyo appeared beside Hyōshūbu Ichibei. Her blade flashed with a cold gleam, and with lightning speed, it pierced Hyōshūbu Ichibei's throat. However, Hyōshūbu Ichibei's seemingly bloated frame concealed astonishing agility. With incredible speed, he jerked sideways, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. The blade scraped past his skin, barely brushing against it, stirring up a gust of wind.

While dodging the attack, Hyōshubu Ichibei swung his brush. The massive brush traced a dazzling, inky trail through the air. This trail wasn't simply a line, but rather contained a powerful spiritual pressure, like a flash of inky lightning, the tip of the brush pointed directly at Kita Ikuyo's chest. The brush tip flashed with a cold light, whistling sharply through the air, carrying an unstoppable momentum, as if it was about to pierce Kita Ikuyo with a single stroke.

"Shh-"

The first Kanesada collided violently with the brush, making a harsh metallic friction sound and sparks flying.

The blade and the tip of the pen collided, and the two powerful spiritual pressures collided, stirring up a strong wind that blew away the tiles from all over the Spirit King Palace, and the broken tiles scattered like a heavy rain.

Hyoshubu Ichibei's portly frame suddenly spun like a top, his massive brush wielding with ferocity, attacking Kita Ikuyo like a violent storm. Each stroke contained a powerful spiritual pressure powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, and the air crackled with clashing noises wherever the brush tip passed.

The first stroke swept through the enemy and headed straight for Kita Ikuyo's neck.

The second stroke was to split Huashan with force, aiming directly at Kita Ikuyo's waist.

The third stroke came out from the side and pointed directly at Kita Ikuyo's chest.

Each stroke was as fast as lightning, powerful and heavy, with an overwhelming momentum.

The first Kanesada turned into silver lightning in Kita Ikuyo's hands, and the sword lights intertwined into an impenetrable defensive network, blocking all of Hyoshubu Ichibei's powerful brush attacks.

Every clash of blade and pen tip unleashed a deafening roar, the surge of spiritual pressure sweeping around like a hurricane, sending rubble scattering and clouds of dust billowing. The Soul King Palace's ground cracked like a spiderweb, straining under the weight. Each stroke of Hyōshubu Ichibei weighed a thousand pounds, carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rock, yet Kita Ikuyo precisely neutralized it. The Sōdaime Kanesada was nimble and swift in her hands, each block perfectly timed to neutralize the overwhelming onslaught.

After three rounds of fighting, the two men each ended up in the position where the other had previously stood.

A fierce wind whipped through the rubble, yet the center of the battle seemed strangely calm. Kita Ikuyo held her sword in one hand, the tip pointed diagonally at the ground. Her breathing was slightly rapid, and her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, stared intently at Hyōshūbe Ichibei before her. A hint of dust stained her body, and a few strands of hair plastered to her face, only adding to her aura of awe and awe.

Hyoshubu Ichibei still had that smiling face, as if the earth-shattering battle just now was just a child's play to him.

The two men stood face to face, neither making the first move. The air was thick with spiritual pressure, like a taut string ready to snap at any moment.

Finally, Hyoshubu Ichibei broke the silence. He slowly raised the giant brush in his hand, pointing the tip toward the sky.

As he moved, the spirit particles above the Spirit King Palace began to fluctuate violently. The once clear sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds rolled in, and lightning and thunder roared. A huge vortex formed in the air, centered at the tip of the brush, as if it was about to suck the entire Spirit King Palace in.

"My name is Hyoshubu Ichibei,"

He spoke in a slow, low voice, each word carrying a weight of force. "He is the one who named everything in the world."

His smile disappeared, replaced by an indescribable majesty. "A mere Golden God, do you think you can escape my 'Black'?"

Kita Ikuyo didn't say anything, but just held the Shoda Kanesada tightly in her hand.

"black?"

Kita Ikuyo's voice remained cold. "What you call 'black', what you call 'name', are just labels attached to things. To me, they are meaningless."

"is it?"

Hyoshubu Ichibei laughed, his laughter as shrill as an owl. "Then let me show you the true power of Black!"

He swung the giant brush in his hand down violently, and the tip of the brush drew a dark track in the air. This track was not a simple line, but a "handwriting"!

In an instant, Kita's entire body was "painted black".

"My knife, this pen, its power does not lie in cutting flesh and tearing skin."

Hyoshubu Ichibei's voice was deep and solemn, like the sound of an ancient bell ringing above the empty Soul King Palace.

"What it cuts off is the 'name'."

As he spoke, Ichibei raised the brush again and pointed it at Kita.

"Kita Ikuyo, once known as the Golden God, you no longer hold that title and have become an ordinary Quincy."

The pitch-black ink, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, greedily devoured Kita Ikuyo's figure. Hyoshube Ichibei watched the scene before him, his lips curled up in a hint of confidence. He seemed to have already seen Kita Ikuyo's feeble struggle, ultimately being completely wiped out by the "blackness." However, the next moment, his smile froze.

"You are powerful because you are called the 'Golden God', and you have the name 'Golden God'... and without a name, you would be unable to resist—"

——Reiatsu exploded.

The pitch-black ink covering Kita Ikuyo's body quickly melted and disintegrated like winter snow under the scorching sun, revealing the spotless white Quincy uniform underneath, emitting a bright glow.

The first generation Kanesada in her hand shone even brighter, and golden spiritual energy swirled around the blade, like a burning flame, emitting bursts of buzzing sound.

A powerful spiritual pressure erupted from her, rising into the sky like a volcanic eruption, forming a dazzling golden light that completely dispelled the surrounding "black" - the power that Hyoshubu Ichibei was proud of.

The originally gloomy sky was also illuminated by this golden light, as if dawn had broken.

Hyoshubu Ichibei widened his eyes in disbelief, his pupils shrinking sharply, as if he had seen something incredible.

Kita slowly raised the First Kanesada in her hand, and golden spiritual pressure wrapped around her body, as if she was wearing a golden robe.

"The holy letter I was given is 'G'."

Kita Ikuyo's voice remained calm despite the surge of spiritual pressure, and every word reached Hyoshubu Ichibei's ears clearly. "The 'G' stands for 'GOLD'."

She paused, and the golden light on the Shodaime Kanesada became even more dazzling, like a mini sun about to explode.

"You might think it's ordinary, and indeed, it is. It simply transforms spiritual pressure into gold. There are no earth-shattering effects, nor any incredible changes."

"Only after I experienced defeat and truly felt the taste of failure..."

Her voice was full of oppression, like impending judgment.

"I will allow myself to remove the 'L' in 'GOLD', which also stands for 'LOSE', from the sacred text."

The pupils of Ichibei of the Hyoshubu suddenly shrank, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He suddenly realized that from the beginning, he had only "seen" Kita's spiritual pressure, rather than "felt" Kita's spiritual pressure.

Ichibei can no longer "feel" Kita's spiritual pressure.

"That is to say..."

Kita Ikuyo's voice was deep and powerful, "Become God."

—Remember? It's in the book.

“Thou shalt not look directly at God.”

Before Hyoshubu Ichibei heard these words.

He is already dead.

167

Chapter 167: Sanctification.

Eye of the Soul King.

On the sacred and solemn throne, Goto Ichiri sat upright, her eyes closed and her expression solemn, as if she were performing some sacred ritual.

Countless points of light, like fireflies, converged from all directions and merged into Goto Ichiri's body. Each point of light represented a lost soul—Quincy fighting on the battlefield, Shinigami who met a tragic end, and even innocent civilians caught up in the conflict. Their souls eventually returned here and became part of Goto Ichiri's power.

Even Hyoshube Ichibei has now become part of Goto Ichiri's power.

Goto Ichiri slowly opened her eyes. Golden light burned in her pupils like six blazing stars. Countless fragments of her soul settled within her, converging into a vast ocean of power. She gently clenched her fists, as if the entire world was within her grasp.

"Is this... too much power to use up?"

Goto Ichiri whispered to herself, a barely perceptible tremor in her voice. This power was too strong, so strong that it frightened her. She could even feel that if she so desired, she could easily erase anyone's existence, even reshape the entire world.

But she can't.