How many times has it been?
Looking at the deathly silent forest before him, Duan Mu instinctively began searching.
Since entering this space last time, he had returned here almost every few days after losing consciousness.
However, he would be expelled shortly afterward.
But it was not the little white dog that expelled him. It was this space.
As for the little white dog, every time he came here, it would run over to him on its own. Whenever it saw him, it had never shown any signs of resisting or fleeing. Instead, it seemed to be forcibly suppressing its fear and trying to muster the courage to come to Duan Mu's feet.
This mental world, however, seemed like an overindulgent mother. Every time it saw the trembling little white dog, it would expel Duan Mu from his own mental space...
In a way, this was also the only legacy left behind by his former Zanpakuto.
Based on his experiences from entering this place several times, that little white dog... which was only about the size of his foot, should be his new Zanpakuto.
Although the Zanpakuto that housed the sword spirit had not fully recovered, the sword spirit itself had already been completely born.
Yet the legacy left behind by his former Zanpakuto had always protected the little white dog, preventing Duan Mu from coming into contact with it and making it impossible for him to 'communicate' and 'synchronize' with his newborn Zanpakuto.
But...
Although the little white dog was extremely afraid of him and trembled whenever it saw him, every time Duan Mu came here, it would force itself to overcome its fear and come to his side, giving him the impression that it wanted him to pet it.
Come to think of it.
Duan Mu's gaze grew