Soul King Adnyeus

Oh, by the way, I didn't underestimate you. Even with your enhanced body now, I probably still wouldn't be a match for you.

Kuruyashiki Kenpachi smiled brightly and said, "How about this: you kill me, and I'll tell you a secret before I die."

"If you want to say it, why don't you just say it directly?" Tokoyo Misao frowned.

He suddenly realized that his idea of Hell might be wrong.

This place might not be what I thought it was.

Kuruyashiki Kenpachi the back of his head and sighed, "There's nothing I can say right now."

Without a word, Tokoyo Misao rushed forward, thrusting out his spear. A red light transformed into a straight line, aiming directly at Kuruyashiki Kenpachi's heart.

Clang! The shot was suddenly deflected by the opponent's knife.

Tokoyo Misao gripped the spear with one hand, raising it high towards the sky. The force of the impact caused his right arm to involuntarily rise.

He used this force to transform the butt of his spear into a point, and thrust it towards his heart once more.

With a soft thud, the spear pierced through Kuruyashiki Kenpachi's palm, spilling a smear of crimson blood.

"Hey, you can actually transform your weapon at will?" Kuruyashiki Kenpachi somewhat surprised; this was the first time he had encountered this type of enemy.

Tokoyo Misao did not respond.

He suddenly spun the spear, and the blood-red spear transformed into a mad drill, instantly Kuruyashiki Kenpachi's hand into pieces. With unparalleled force, it pierced through his heart in a single breath.

Kuruyashiki Kenpachi looked down at the huge hole in his chest and couldn't help but sigh, "As expected, I knew I wouldn't be a match for you."

"News?" Tokoyo Misao asked immediately.

Kuruyashiki Kenpachi turned his head and said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't give you direct permission to leave Hell, but I can tell you that the former Soul Society's Heaven also came here."

After saying that, his expression suddenly turned extremely painful. He reached out and grabbed his own neck, his mouth agape.

A moment later, its body turned into fine black sand and flowed into the ground.

"That's interesting, Brother Misao. Could it be that the Soul King has come to Hell? If so," Aizen's lips curled up, "That explains why we can't open the spatial rift back to Soul Society."

Indeed, he looked down on the Soul King for possessing the strongest power in the Three Worlds, yet he willingly became the wedge, sealed within the Soul King Palace.

But he never denied the other party's strength.

How could someone capable of creating the Three Worlds from chaos possess weak power?

Even though he has now become Transcendent, Tokoyo Misao has also acquired Hell body and unparalleled power.

However, Aizen absolutely did not believe that the two of them had surpassed the Soul King.

Not to mention that since the other party has come to Hell, perhaps... As he thought about it, Aizen's lips curled up, and his expression turned somewhat grim.

"What, are you thinking that you might be schemed against by the Soul King for the rest of your life?" Tokoyo Misao said with a smile.

He rarely saw Aizen show this expression.

"Does Brother Misao enjoy being bossed around?" Aizen replied.

Tokoyo Misao shook his head. "Of course I don't like it."

However, no matter who it is or how they arrange things, even if they have the power to mobilize the whole world and put all kinds of events in front of me, I ultimately have the right to choose.

Therefore, I believe that everything I did was not arranged by others.

"Is that so?" Aizen frowned.

"Captain Tokoyo!" Ukitake shouted urgently, "Look at them!"

Tokoyo Misao's gaze swept over and saw that Saito and Batsu'unsai were no longer fighting, but were just standing there blankly, yet their bodies were emitting a black glow.

No, why would black feel so glaring? That's so unusual.

Tokoyo Misao his right foot to propel himself forward, instantly arriving beside Rukia, lifting her up around the waist, hoisting her onto his shoulder, and continuing to watch the two people over there.

Even under his Eternal Eyes, all they felt was blinding light; they couldn't see anything at all.

Aizen walked over slowly as well. "It seems that after killing those Hell Togabito one after another, this world is finally showing some reaction."

"So, you think so too?" Tokoyo Misao replied.

When he realized that Eternal Eyes couldn't see through the changes in the two of them, a guess flashed through his mind.

There is a very high probability that the will of Hell is about to truly take action.

"But does the world truly possess a will?" Tokoyo Misao murmured softly.

If the will of the Three Worlds in the past was that of the Soul King, or the Ichibē Hyōsube.

However, the departure of the Soul King and the death of Ichibē do not signify the destruction of the world.

Tokoyo Misao said, his eyes widening, "So the guy who's appeared now isn't the will of the world, but just some guy who calls himself Hell, right?"

"That's right, Brother Misao, I think so too," Aizen agreed.

A series of booming sounds rang out.

The entire Hell seemed to tremble; the scorched ground cracked and fissured, and the sea of blood in the sky broke free of its restraints and crashed down.

Tokoyo Misao raised his hand, conjuring a jet-black, shiny coffin lid to serve as an umbrella, while also shielding the Ukitake beside him.

When Aizen saw the coffin lid, his brow twitched slightly.

He opened his palm, and a purple circular dome enveloped his body.

"What, are you going to abandon those two subordinates?" Tokoyo Misao asked.

"No need, they didn't seek my help," Aizen replied calmly.

Tokoyo Misao shrugged. He wasn't the King of Hueco Mundo, so there was no need for him to help those two.

Ulquiorra and Grimmjow simultaneously pulled their hands out of their pockets.

"Seal it off, Murciélago!"

"Squeak, Pantera!"

Both of them simultaneously unleashed their Resurrección.

Grimmjow swung his claws towards the sky, and two enormous claws crossed, forming a protective barrier above his head.

Ulquiorra, on the other hand, wrapped himself in his black wings.

With a thud, the sea of blood crashed into the ground, and the trembling beneath my feet stopped, as if I had been stunned by the sea of blood.

At this moment, all that could be seen in everyone's eyes was the muddy, blood-red mess and the endless killing intent.

"Captain Tokoyo, I can't hold on much longer," Ukitake said. "It seems my time has come too."

"Do you need my help?" Tokoyo Misao slightly, looking at Ukitake, who was clutching his chest tightly with both hands.

His clothes, completely soaked with cold sweat, showed how much pain he was in amidst the sea of blood.

"No need, I'd like to see what's inside." Jūshirō Ukitake struggled to his feet and strode towards the sea of blood, not even leaving a goodbye, his figure disappearing into the crimson expanse before him.

Tokoyo Misao raised his head to observe, but at that moment, a chill came from his shoulder.

Rukia's body temperature has begun to drop to zero.

Although it's her body's self-protection mechanism, if the temperature remains below zero for an extended period or continues to drop, it will eventually lead to Rukia's death.

But to unlock it, it must be placed in a safe environment, that is, away from Hell.

Thump, thump, thump, the sound of my heartbeat gradually quickened.

Tokoyo Misao gently rubbed his teeth.

"Brother Misao, there is actually another way," Aizen said softly.

His gaze fell on Rukia, and he sensed the problem. Without delay, he spoke up.

"Just let Lady Tokoyo become the Transcendent."

He remained silent Tokoyo Misao.

Whether it's becoming Transcendent like Aizen who uses the Hōgyoku, or a different kind of Transcendent like myself who absorbs Soul King Fragment Hell, Hollows, Soul Kings, and Soul Reaper power to strengthen my body, the risks involved are considerable.

Not to mention those Arrancar individuals and those who died in previous experiments.

Even Aizen almost went astray on the path of evolution, nearly losing his life.

As for himself, it was because he possessed the Eternal Eyes and the Causal Principle.

Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand the absorption of various powers and would have died.

Rukia has a good foundation and with hard work she has a chance to reach the pinnacle of Soul Reaper, but compared to Ichigo Kurosaki and Orihime Inoue, she is still far behind.

The risk of making her Transcendent being is too great; one wrong move and she could die.

Evolution is inherently a cruel process.

Of course, if they can't find a way out of Hell, and Rukia doesn't have much time left, they'll have no choice but to take a gamble.

Tokoyo Misao rubbed his teeth faster and faster, his right foot unconsciously shaking as he stomped on the ground.

"How long will this damn thing take to sink? I'll give it a hand." Tokoyo Misao couldn't hold back any longer.

The moment he was struck by the sea of blood, he felt these muddy things sinking downwards along the cracks in the ground.

But the speed was terribly slow; if this continued to waste time, Rukia would really turn into an ice statue.

He first Rukia from his shoulder to the ground, untied the Kenseikan from her back, tied the child to Rukia's body, and turned to Aizen, saying, "Do me a favor."

"With pleasure." Aizen took two steps closer, expanding the purple protective shield to envelop Rukia and her daughter.

Tokoyo Misao casually tossed aside the black coffin lid, stepped into the sea of blood, walked for about several dozen meters, and then stopped.

He took a deep breath, ignoring the pungent smell of blood filling his nostrils, his heart pounding faster and louder.

Thump, thump—the sound of his heartbeat even created sonic shockwaves.

It pushed the surrounding muddy sea of blood outwards, forming a wave.

His heartbeat continued to grow stronger, and even the ground trembled with the sound.

Tokoyo Misao suddenly opened his eyes and threw a punch forward.

The sea of blood was split apart and compacted by this immense force, slamming it into the ground.

Planet-Splitting Fist!

Chapter 222 Soul King Adnyeus

The force of the punch from the Planet-Splitting Fist slammed the sea of blood deep into the ground, and finally, vision returned.

Tokoyo Misao scanned his surroundings but did not see Jūshirō Ukitake; it seemed he too had returned to the earth.

He turned around, walked up to Aizen, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Then he reached out, tied the child back to his chest, and hoisted Rukia onto his shoulder.

"No need to be polite, Brother Misao. It seems the Lord of Hell is about to emerge."

"Indeed, I never imagined that Hell would have a master," Tokoyo Misao replied, turning to look into the distance.

The once scorched and barren earth, and the huge cracks created by the recent earthquake, seemed to be surging from the earth's core.

With a rumbling sound, countless shiny black cross-shaped spikes emerged from the cracks like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, forming an enormous black-gold pillar.

At the very tip of that peak stood a figure, silent and still.

"Hey, you're not kidding, are you?" Tokoyo Misao asked, somewhat surprised.

The moment I saw that person, I sensed a sense of familiarity from them.

They were even more astonished when they could see his face clearly.

Aizen, standing next to him, wasn't in much better shape. His hands, which had been behind his back, loosened and hung down naturally at his sides.

However, from the slight twitching of his lips and the twitching of his eyebrows, it was clear that Aizen's emotions were also far from calm.

The figure atop the black and gold pillar took a step forward, then vanished in the next instant, reappearing nine meters in front of the two.

This was a man with slicked-back hair, wearing simple linen clothes, and eyes that shone with golden stars.

His gaze settled on Tokoyo Misao, and he smiled as he spoke, "Hello, Tokoyo Misao, my name is Adnyeus."

After saying that, he turned to Aizen beside him and said, "Hello, Sōsuke Aizen, I've wanted to talk to you for a long time."