The blazing sun rose from the ground, heat waves kicking up torrents upon torrents of Reishi that evaporated every cloud, every drop of rain, and every wisp of mist around it!
There was not even any mist left. The instant water appeared, it was utterly drained dry. Around that sun, no other existence was permitted!
The scorching heat brought by the flames burned houses to ash and swallowed corpses, while a wall of fire dozens of meters high mercilessly reaped the lives still barely clinging on at ground level.
Its range was so vast that even a third of the Seireitei was caught within it. Some with weak spiritual power felt the blood in their bodies beginning to dry up beneath the sun-like radiance.
Above the Soul King Palace, the Monk watched the scene and asked Captain-Commander:
"If it were you, the area affected by this power would be much larger, wouldn't it? No wonder you never truly fought again after that battle."
Captain-Commander looked at the Seireitei as it began to burn, his hand slowly clenching as he said to the Monk:
"Rather than asking me that, why not send me down first?"
The Monk shook his head.
"Even if we sought out the Shiba Clan now, it would already be too late. By the time you got down there, everything would be over. Don't worry. Your disciple has more than enough strength to stop all this."
Captain-Commander could only nod, his gaze toward Asano Kiyoshi carrying an added trace of concern and anticipation.
Shunsui and Jushiro Ukitake stared at the fiery sun rising in the distance, unable to hide their shock.
"Hey, hey~ Isn't this a little too absurd? Does the head of the Tsunayashiro Clan really have spiritual pressure on this level?"
Jushiro's lips had already cracked