"Zanka no Tachi, East—Rising Sun Blade!"
Facing the strongest fiend in the entire Shu Mountain plane, Yamamoto Genryusai fought an exceptionally difficult battle.
His attacks were powerful—there was no doubting the might of the strongest fire-type Zanpakuto—but against a fiend from a xianxia world like Youquan, his attacks were practically useless.
No matter how strong an attack was, it was worthless if it could not hit its target.
That was precisely the situation Yamamoto Genryusai faced now.
Youquan himself had long since merged with the Blood River and existed in an incorporeal state. To attack him, one either needed a treasure specifically meant to target primordial spirits or had to project one's own primordial spirit and clash with him directly.
Otherwise, it was absolutely impossible to inflict any tangible harm on him.
Yet none of that was an excuse. Yamamoto Genryusai had a reason he had to defeat him.
It had been many years since he had felt such intense battle intent.
And as the battle deepened, he was growing as well, gradually coming to understand Youquan's peculiar primordial-spirit constitution.
Though he was still utterly baffled by the theories and cultivation of primordial spirits, Soul Society itself was a destination for the dead.
Strictly speaking, Yamamoto Genryusai himself was a type of spiritual entity.
He was composed of special spirit particles.
During his attacks, he tried incorporating special spirit particles and altering their structure, gradually making it impossible for Youquan to evade him.
"Great Buddha Hand!"
Outside, Master Zunsheng of Mount Wutai continued gathering his many disciples to exert pressure upon the entire Blood River.
The golden lotus beside him had already withered halfway, and he himself had suffered severe injuries, yet he continued to hold on.
Even Mount Wutai had not been breached.
His situation was far better now