Looking Cool Is the Right Direction for Evolution

Including himself, the enemy consisted of two Espada and five Quincy.

So she planned to hide herself first, wait for the right opportunity to use her Bankai, and see if she could wipe them all out in one blow.

"Then let's begin!" The members of the Bambies all activated their Vollständig.

Even because they were full, their wings grew bigger.

Even Liltotto, who has already turned into a zombie, can still activate the Vollständig.

"Sing a praises, Gamuza!"

"Conquer him, Tiburón!"

Both Arrancars simultaneously Resurrección, and it seemed that both sides were focused on each other, with no intention of eliminating the seemingly weakest Soul Reaper present first.

The Reiatsu emanating from both sides erupted simultaneously, colliding in the sky, their battle intent pressing down on the Riden like a mountain.

Just as they were gathering their strength, preparing for a decisive battle, suddenly, a series of thuds echoed from Riden.

The voice was very familiar, somewhat muffled.

But as the rhythmic sound resounded and struck everyone's eardrums, everyone felt the vitality within it.

That is the heartbeat of a thriving life.

Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound— Unohana's stomach.

Unohana slowly untied her braid, patted her belly, and said with a smile:

"Truly worthy of being our child. Since you wish to fight, then let's fight."

Boom! A surge of overwhelming blood energy erupted from the figure of Unohana.

Following closely behind was an immense Reiatsu, which, carrying this blood energy, surged into the sky, instantly dyeing the entire Soul Society, the Wandenreich, and the Soul King Palace crimson.

This terrifying aura instantly contracted and crashed down upon all the enemies above the Riden.

"What? Impossible! How could someone be so strong?"

"Are you kidding me? You don't even need to use your hands?"

"This feeling... it's that child, that unborn child."

"Too, too powerful!"

Even though the members of the Sternritter Bambies were in Vollständig and had absolute control over the surrounding Reishi, they were still instantly overwhelmed by the surging blood energy and knocked to the ground.

No matter how much they struggled or tried to manipulate the surrounding Reishi to defend themselves, they were powerless and were pinned to the ground.

Their bodies kept making cracking and popping sounds; it was the sound of bones breaking.

Not long after, the four surviving members rolled their eyes and fainted.

Liltotto, who had become a zombie, was still struggling, but she only lasted a few more breaths before her eyes rolled back and she lost consciousness.

"Tier Harribel, do you need it? It's here!" Nelliel shouted hurriedly.

She was asking whether she should use the Hōgyoku here.

At this moment, Tier Harribel knelt on one knee, gripped the Tiburón with both hands, and planted them in the ground, struggling to support his body.

She glanced at the unconscious Sternritter and, finding them all still alive, began to speak:

There's no need to use the Hōgyoku.

Then he raised his head and said, "We admit defeat."

Then she threw away the Tiburón in her hand.

Nelliel also put down her spear after Resurrección.

A hint of boredom appeared on Unohana's face.

She lowered her head, patted her belly, and said:

"If they don't want to fight, then let's just forget about it."

The oppressive Reiatsu that had been weighing on everyone present suddenly vanished.

Chapter 205 Being Handsome is the Right Direction for Evolution

Tokoyo Misao raised his head, looking at the fleeting crimson Reiatsu in the sky, and raised an eyebrow.

He was certainly very familiar with this Reiatsu; it belonged to Retsu Unohana.

However, there was a strange undertone to it, which puzzled him for a moment.

Judging from the reaction over there, Unohana has probably already won, so there's nothing to worry about.

He looked at the moths fluttering in front of him, their bodies standing straight.

No, it's Aizen in the fourth fusion stage of the Hōgyoku.

Tokoyo Misao smiled and asked, "Brother Aizen, do you think people's perceptions of beauty, handsomeness, and cuteness are instinctive?"

Aizen was silent for a moment, then nodded in response, "It is indeed one of the instincts."

His voice was hollow and hoarse, sounding like a worn-out record, extremely grating.

"Brother Misao, but you must understand, the strong are capable of defining beauty and ugliness."

He could certainly tell from Tokoyo Misao's subtext that the other party felt his evolved form wasn't very attractive.

But that doesn't matter, because his strength has truly broken through the limits of the Soul Reaper and achieved transcendence.

It has now become Transcendent.

He raised his hands, palms facing the sky. "As long as I stand in the sky, if I say that black is beautiful, then everyone will agree that black is beautiful. Isn't that how the world works?"

Tokoyo Misao shook his head slightly and said with a sigh, "Brother Aizen, I originally thought we were both on the same path seeking evolution, but it seems you and I have taken different paths."

Aizen, displaying his moth-like wings, spoke impatiently, "Misao- kun, you wouldn't be trying to undermine my morale with words just because I've surpassed you, would you?"

Let me tell you, that's impossible. I've already surpassed that level; that's a fact.

For some reason, he used to never care about other people's comments about his appearance or his way of doing things.

But when Tokoyo Misao said that his current evolutionary path was ugly, he couldn't help but want to refute him and shut him up.

Tokoyo Misao grinned. "No, Aizen- nii, everything in the world is evolving, constantly and without stopping. It's just that when it reaches its final form, it will definitely be a form that is suitable for the current environment."

Whether it's towering snow-capped mountains, beautiful lakes, or autumn leaves, people can't help but marvel at the beauty of nature when they see them.

Therefore, on the path of evolution, I believe there is an ironclad rule: "Good" is the correct direction for evolution.

His eyes scrutinized Sōsuke Aizen, who was fluttering like a moth, once more, and he said decisively:

"Your current ugly appearance cannot be considered evolution; it's merely a distortion of yourself by power."

"Misao!" Aizen's shout was filled with barely suppressed rage; clearly, he was seething with fury. "The victor is king, the loser is villain. You should understand that, shouldn't you?"

"Ah, of course I understand." Tokoyo Misao took two steps forward, bent over, and assumed a fighting stance.

"Therefore, the handsome me, the me on the right path, will surely defeat you."

"This is hilarious, hahaha!" Aizen one finger to the sky, his sharp laughter, like fingernails scratching a blackboard, echoing continuously.

"Its texture subtly reveals a murky, unruly, and arrogant nature..."

He was chanting the Hadō #90, the Black Coffin.

But the sounds he uttered overlapped, and beneath this chanting lay another layer.

"At the edge of a thousand hands, the dark hand cannot be reached, the archer of the heavens cannot be reflected..."

This is the Hadō #91, Senju Kōten Taihō.

The double incantation, both high-sequence Kidō, combined with Aizen's current Transcendent Reiatsu, caused the entire floor of the Riden to begin to crumble during the incantation alone.

Of course, this is also because the seeds of virtue have been eradicated through Tokoyo Misao.

Now, without the Soul King's constant replenishment, the Riden beneath our feet has become extremely fragile.

"A double incantation of the Hadō? And you actually combined the Black Coffin and the Senju Kōten Taihō. The compatibility between these two Kidō is not good. You, who rely solely on the Reiatsu of the Transcendent, have lost your creativity." Tokoyo Misao shook his head.

"It seems that your original dream has been distorted by the Hōgyoku."

Upon hearing these words, Aizen chanted faster, and each word he uttered became even more sharp and forceful.

Judging from this, they intend to use dual incantation directly to obliterate Tokoyo Misao to ashes.

Tokoyo Misao raised his blood-red hand, his own Reiatsu erupting, and calmly met the gaze of the other, beginning to chant:

"The thirsty drinker fallen into the eternal night, the spiraling skeleton of the heart."

The torrent is bound by three thousand chains, and the heartbeat is sealed by a reverse vortex.

Shatter, all fingertips that attempt to touch the boundary.

Silence, all the howls that try to tear through the prison.

This is the cocoon of imprisoned light, this is the ark from which giant thorns breathe.

Reiatsu here accumulates into rust, and time here bends into shackles.

"The Hadō #90, Modified, Black Coffin Seireisū!"

The two finished chanting simultaneously.

The Senju Kōten Taihō unleashed dozens of beams of light, sweeping towards Tokoyo Misao Cao.

At the same time, a huge Black Coffin rose up around it, and as the beams of light rushed in, the Black Coffin completed its process, locking Tokoyo Misao inside.

The beams of light, cutting and exploding through space, created a superimposed effect within this enclosed space, resulting in a series of muffled explosions.

Aizen saw a proper black coffin appear at his feet.

Before he could react, he found himself inexplicably lying inside a coffin. A dark coffin lid gradually blocked his view, and then with a bang, it slammed shut on top of the coffin.

He was now plunged into endless darkness.

It was as if I had fallen into a space of pure darkness, where there was nothing else.

Unlike ordinary Hadō #90: Black Coffins, he was not subjected to any spatial cutting forces, nor was he attacked in any way.

It simply floated in a dark space.

Illusion? Aizen thought for a moment, then opened his right hand and clenched it tightly.

The sound of shattering glass echoed from the dark space.

He was using the Kyōka Suigetsu to break the illusion in reverse, but unfortunately, the surrounding space remained black, and he couldn't break through.

Or rather, this proves that this is not a world constructed by illusion.

Since it's not an illusion, that makes things much easier.

It's highly likely that the Kidō used by Tokoyo Misao has teleportation properties, transporting him to a certain space. All that's needed is to break through this place.

As he thought this, Aizen's Reiatsu erupted once more, and a purple tide surged outwards in all directions.

He planned to use the most direct method: to break through this space with his Reiatsu.

This purple Reiatsu surged forth like a curtain, continuously extending into the darkness.

This space seemed endless; even though he spread his Reiatsu for tens of kilometers, he still couldn't reach its boundary.

However, Aizen had already become Transcendent, and his Reiatsu was not just a little bit. So he continued to spread outwards, until thousands of kilometers, but still could not detect the boundary.

Only then did he frown.

His Reiatsu covered an area comparable to the Soul Society, but it did not reach its boundary.

Isn't this place Valley of Screams Space?

But where else besides the Three Worlds could there be such a vast space?

Outside, Tokoyo Misao's skin was flushed red.

Although he just said that Aizen's Kidō was unoriginal and boring.

However, the high-sequence Kidō unleashed by the opponent's powerful Reiatsu was stronger than the ultimate techniques of many captains after their Bankai.

He had to release the restrictions, allowing the power of Hell to fill his body, in order to withstand the two attacks.

But similarly, upon receiving this power, a frenzied fighting spirit began to surge through the brain.