Pfft—
Su Feng failed to hold back a mouthful of tea and immediately sprayed the two people across from him in the face.
"Uh, to be precise, it's suspected to be out of control."
The other party drew a handkerchief from his robes and elegantly wiped the tea from his face, doing his best to maintain his original composure.
"I'm wondering if the Gates of Hell crushed your brain. Something as major as Hell going out of control, and instead of notifying Old Man Yamamoto first, you came to me for help?"
Hell was only suspected to be out of control. Su Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension in his heart immediately eased.
This Hell was not that Hell.
The Hell the three of them spoke of was not the Central Underground Great Prison, but Hell in the true sense of the word.
A Shinigami's body was usually composed of reishi. Once they died, their body would return to Soul Society in the form of reishi.
However, spiritual pressure of the Third Class and above was too dense to return.
To deal with such powerful reishi, Soul Society had created the Soul Burial Ritual.
Officially—as the Shinigami Academy had always taught—the Soul Burial Ritual allowed this kind of reishi to return to Soul Society.
But in reality, reishi of the Third Class and above would never return to the land of Soul Society, no matter what.
The true purpose of the Soul Burial Ritual was to send dead captains plunging into Hell!
Furthermore, those who had committed grave sins in life and whose souls could not be cleansed by a Zanpakuto would also be targeted by the Gates of Hell and cast into Hell's deepest depths.
Strictly speaking, millions of years ago, the Soul King had single-handedly