The Grand Show Begins

Shiba Tou's face gradually fell, revealing his own spiritual pressure, a hint of Hollow-like, repulsive spiritual pressure, mixed with Shiba Tou's pure Shinigami spiritual pressure.

This is the greatest masterpiece of Mayuri Kurotsuchi, a disciple of Tachikawa Magaki, a Hollow that can reproduce and regenerate infinitely.

As someone who was like a Dōsan Hanyū, the Shiba siblings certainly knew what this represented and what it meant!

According to what Dōsan Hanyū once said, this Skin-Changing Hollow will only acquire the form and abilities of its target after it has absorbed something.

"You bastard, what have you done to me?!"

Even without his Zanpakuto, Kaien showed no fear, his fingers crackling with lightning as he reached for the Skin-Changing Hollow's throat.

Skin-Changing Hollow, Kaien remained fearless. He was indeed a prodigy, but frankly, without his Zanpakuto, Kaien might not even be his match.

Skin-Changing Hollow face was already rotten, sliding off piece by piece like mud, which was extremely frightening and made Kaien very distressed.

The Spiritual Pressure erupted, causing the surrounding space to tremble. The Skin-Changing Hollow, however, leisurely drew the sword that originally belonged to Kaien, Nejibana —no, it should be called Miroku —and infused it with Spiritual Pressure, returning it to the Hollow.

In the hands of the Skin-Changing Hollow, the legendary Soul King Blade Zanpakuto, did not display any power; it merely covered a layer of Spiritual Pressure and slashed horizontally.

When Kaien grabbed, the Spiritual Pressure of both sides became like a tangled ball of yarn, intertwining and entangled.

The Skin-Changing Hollow was actually Shiba Miyako's; his once beautiful half-face was now twisted into a grotesque grin, making Kaien angry and disgusted.

The two Spiritual Pressures clashed, and although Kaien had a significant advantage, she couldn't defeat them immediately.

The Skin-Changing Hollow seemed to be in a state of excitement, even as Kaien Shiba's Spiritual Pressure was hitting his face.

Accompanied by the crackling and booming of lightning, the ground where the two were standing split open as if an earthquake had struck. Before the Skin-Changing Hollow could react, a fair and delicate fist had already smashed down on them.

The person Skin-Changing Hollow was sent flying.

It is Kūkaku Shiba.

This punch was extremely powerful, causing the Spiritual Pressure on the body of the Skin-Changing Hollow to dissipate.

Kaien Shiba also possessed the pride of a traditional aristocrat. Under normal circumstances, even if his most beloved younger sister interfered in his battles, he would be extremely angry.

But this time, he was only thinking about resolving the issue as quickly as possible.

"Hey, hey, hey, you two, is this really okay? Don't you want to go save Shiba Miyako?" The Skin-Changing Hollow lay on the ground, its mouth half white and tender, half rotten.

"What?" Kaien's raised fist froze in mid-air. "All of her?"

"Although I would definitely want to devour that delicious woman, I've just gained my freedom and don't want to get involved with that guy Dōsan Hanyū."

Kaien and Kūkaku exchanged a glance.

"Coordinates (113, 1105), hurry up and go, Miroku, I'm taking him away!" As he spoke, the body of the Skin-Changing Hollow lying on the ground turned into a lump of slime and melted directly into the ground.

"Damn it!" Kūkaku wanted to give chase, but the other party was already prepared.

Kaien also realized what was happening, her eyes revealing a complex emotion.

This is the Zanpakuto through generations of the Shiba Clan for thousands of years, and it is also the root of the Shiba Clan's suffering for thousands of years.

"Perhaps, the fate of the Shiba Clan changed at this moment!"

The South District 6 of Rukongai is a sacred place for the great nobles to relax and enjoy themselves.

In the cherry blossom grove of South District 6, Tachikawa Magaki kneels amidst the cherry blossoms, the pink cherry blossoms fluttering in the air perfectly complementing Tachikawa Magaki's pink hair.

Despite the overwhelming fragrance of flowers, Tachikawa's face remained icy, a coldness tinged with sorrow.

A figure slowly walked out from the depths of the sea of flowers. It was a youthful and handsome face, the face of Dōsan Hanyū. However, unlike Dōsan's usual silence, this face was adorned with an eerie smile.

It's Skin-Changing Hollow.

In the three years that Dōsan Hanyū make progress, but Tachikawa Magaki's technology also saw a significant improvement.

The Skin-Changing Hollow does not need to completely devour the host; it can achieve this level of replication and imitation simply by using the target's spiritual data and a part of its body.

Skin-Changing Hollow stretched out his hand, the new Miroku was no longer the Nejibana as before, nor was it a simple, Asauchi weapon; instead, it was a gleaming golden short blade.

Legendary Zanpakuto always have something special about them.

Tachikawa Magaki held Miroku in her palm. Having finally obtained what she had longed for, she sighed deeply, "Alright, as agreed, you are free."

Tachikawa stood up, tied Miroku around his waist, ignored the surprise and delight of the Skin-Changing Hollow, and instead opened the Senkaimon Soul Society and the World of the Living.

The time has come. Decades of preparation, decades of lying in wait, have all been for this day.

She wants to obtain Dōsan Hanyū's power, and then kill Aizen!

With a gradually hardened gaze, Tachikawa stepped into the passage to the World of the Living.

As Dōsan Hanyū opened his spatial barrier, the battle intensified instantly. The Visoreds no longer held back, and the immense Spiritual Pressure caused Dōsan, who was maintaining the barrier, to frown. Being too distracted meant he couldn't free up his hands.

As for the Visoreds Kisuke Urahara, Yoruichi, and the others, they suddenly seemed to have their own ideas. Such a lineup was enough to undermine the current rule of the three realms, but the group of people were all putting in a half-hearted effort. They released their Spiritual Pressure without any concealment, but they also formed a strange stalemate with several Arrancar.

The same applies to the empty side.

In the battle, it was Kensei Muguruma put in the most effort; with his Zanpakuto Bankai Zanpakuto, the wind in the entire space became fierce.

They all seemed to be waiting.

We await the start of a grand spectacle.