"Fortune and misfortune intertwine, reversing cause and effect—Higan!"
As Yoru Machi released his Shikai, a powerful, tangible spiritual pressure erupted from his body.
His spiritual pressure had clearly become tangible; even standing beside Yoru Machi, one could feel the astonishing oppression crashing down upon them.
Yet Soi Fon, who was not far from Yoru Machi, strangely could not sense even the slightest trace of spiritual pressure from him.
Compared with the astonished Soi Fon, Aizen looked at Yoru Machi and revealed an expression of delighted surprise.
It was perfectly normal that Soi Fon could not sense Yoru Machi's spiritual pressure, because Yoru Machi was now like himself—a being who existed on a different dimension from ordinary Soul Reapers.
How could a low-dimensional creature perceive the existence of a high-dimensional creature?
If they continued evolving, then let alone their spiritual pressure, Soi Fon and the others would soon be completely unable to sense even their presence.
This was the difference between gods and humans, as well as proof of the power that had allowed them to break past the limits of Soul Reapers.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Looking at Yoru Machi before him, Aizen first applauded appreciatively, then looked at him with curiosity and asked, "Captain Yoru Machi, I am rather curious—how did you reach this stage on your own?"
Yoru Machi had said before that he did not need the Hogyoku and could still break through his limits with his own strength.
At the time, Aizen had naturally dismissed that claim with contempt.
But now, it seemed Yoru Machi had not been boasting. He had actually raised his strength through his own power to a level equal to Aizen, who had fused with the Hogyoku.
Yoru Machi said, "Naturally, I became this strong through my own efforts. As for