The Missing Yachiru

"How could there possibly be that many of those things?"

Lu Li said, "We could scheme and exploit loopholes against Yhwach, but that trick probably won't work in Hell."

"Then what do we do? The group members are all waiting for the show."

Luo Mo Juan Cai joked, though what he really wanted was to make a little more profit in the stable Bleach World. Even getting a little scrap from following Lu Li would be good.

"If we can't take shortcuts, then we can only rely on hard power."

Lu Li stretched lazily. "There's no time limit on the mission anyway, so I can improve a little more."

Come to think of it, he had only been in the Bleach World for two weeks. He had rushed nonstop from place to place, leaving him without a chance to settle down and properly digest everything.

"Improve? Brother Prison Demon, you're not planning to cultivate in the mission world, are you? What can you even accomplish in such a short time? How much could you improve?"

Luo Mo Juan Cai wore an odd expression. It was not as if he had never improved within mission worlds before, but that had been during the early stages.

Once one reached the realm of true attributes, improving through cultivation had to be measured in years.

Yet even if Lu Li's mission had no time limit, based on Luo Mo Juan Cai's understanding of the space, it could not possibly let Lu Li cultivate in Bleach for several hundred years.

After the Thousand-Year Blood War, Hell would likely undergo an anomaly within a few years. Thinking pessimistically, it might even happen within the next few months.

"Luo Mo, don't make such a fuss. It may be slow, but breaking through Hell shouldn't be a problem."