Soul Society · The Bottom Level of the Central Underground Great Prison—Mukken!
Unlike the upper levels, the area at the very bottom was a vast space, with no separate sections carved out of it.
Yet at this moment, traces of battle covered the entire area, and wisps of smoke still lingered in the air.
Duan Mu slowly awoke from his slumber in the reversed flow of time. After first checking his physical condition, he discovered that the spiritual body condensed using the Soul Separation World's time density had collapsed once more. He propped up his upper body and looked toward the area not far from where he had been lying. What entered his eyes was the back of a figure with long hair draped over her shoulders.
As if she had heard the noise, the figure slowly turned around.
"What did you do?"
That back belonged to Unohana Retsu.
At this moment, Unohana Retsu's Shinigami uniform was soaked through with blood. There was an enormous tear across the chest, as if it had been cut apart.
Yet through that blood-soaked tear, what appeared before him was not a wound, but fair skin.
Meeting Unohana Retsu's cold gaze, Duan Mu did not answer. Instead, he instinctively glanced at the system interface in his mind, then sighed inwardly.
Sure enough, it wasn't that easy?
"I merely did as you wished and brought things to an end."
As he spoke, Duan Mu rose from the ground, his thoughts already drifting elsewhere.
Although he had long anticipated that doing this might make it difficult to raise Unohana Retsu's favorability, he still felt somewhat disappointed when he saw that he had gained nothing.
He did not have much time left.
If things were impossible with Unohana Retsu, he could only find a way through someone