A thousand alpacas stampeded through Ronglin's mind. The shock in his heart was beyond words. Had this transmigration really failed so miserably?
Had he died the moment he transmigrated?
Soul Burial!
Was he the unluckiest transmigrator in history? He had actually died the instant he arrived?
Ronglin did not even feel any pain. He had no sense whatsoever that he was already "dead." Not long ago, he had been on Laugh Tale, unleashing his full power and bombarding the heavens. How had he died in the blink of an eye after transmigrating here?
Could it be that because he had forcibly blasted through the heavens, some invisible force in the dark had dragged him here and killed him?
As Ronglin stood there utterly bewildered, a phrase suddenly flashed through his mind: If you don't court death, you won't die!
Kyoraku Shunsui watched Ronglin's ever-changing expression, a crafty gleam flashing beneath his deep gaze. Smiling, he said, "Little brother, stay calm! Everyone dies eventually. You can still go to the Soul Society after death, so it's not much of a loss!"
Ronglin was dressed in a purple-and-gold robe, looking every bit the young nobleman. Kyoraku Shunsui assumed he was some inexperienced aristocratic young master, helplessly at a loss after suddenly facing death.
"The... Soul Society?" Ronglin, who had been completely dumbfounded, instantly focused when he heard the term. No matter what, his transmigration here was now an established fact. He needed to figure out the structure of this world first.
"Hm? You aren't surprised, little brother?" Kyoraku Shunsui's eyes moved back and forth over Ronglin as he searched for clues. "From the look of it, you seem to know something about the Soul Society?"
Ronglin immediately realized that Kyoraku Shunsui had grown suspicious of this stranger of unknown origins. However, he