Crimson blood mist, carried by the cold wind, drifted down onto the ruins that were once hailed as a sacred Pure Land.
The last traces of the Zero Division's "Sword God" Ōetsu Nimaiya and "Izumi Oni" Tenjirō Kirinji were merely two shocking, radiating dark red marks left on the scorched earth that had been flattened by fists.
A deathly silence, like an invisible, pale, skeletal claw, gripped the throats of the survivors.
Clang...
The enormous wooden spoon that Gu Wang Yizhou used to hold the high-concentration Reishi food slipped from Gu Wang Kirio Hikifune's fingers without warning, crashing onto the shattered white jade bricks with a sharp, abrupt sound. Her once plump face, always adorned with a kind smile, was now completely devoid of color, deathly pale as a sheet of dried Xuan paper.
Beside her, the six mechanical skeletal arms behind Senjumaru Shutara, which were always moving at lightning speed, were now convulsing violently in mid-air, emitting a teeth-grinding "crackling" friction sound, due to the extreme trembling in their owner's heart.
The limits of physics can actually reach this level?!
Without needing to unleash his Soul-Cutting Sword, without chanting any earth-shattering Kido, he simply threw a straight punch, and the two progenitors who created the history of Soul Society were utterly crushed, from body to soul, into unrecoverable blood-red powder!
This is completely beyond their comprehension of "power"; it is an extreme act of barbarity and a ruthless trampling on the fundamental laws of this world!
"Step back! Kiryu! Senju Clan!"
A thunderous roar, like the sound of a great bell, abruptly shattered the suffocating silence.
The absolute leader of the Zero Division, the one who named everything in Soul Society— "Eye Monk" Ichibē Hyōsube —finally broke free from the overwhelming shock. He took a sudden step forward with his broad body, shielding his two stunned colleagues behind him.
The old man, who always presented himself as a smiling, enlightened monk who seemed to have seen through the world, now had his eyes wide open, and his deep-set eyes were filled with an unprecedented solemnity and undisguised murderous rage.
He stared intently at the silver-haired youth in front of him, whose breathing rate hadn't fluctuated at all. His hands, gripping the huge calligraphy brush, had knuckles that had turned a ghastly bluish-white from excessive force.
"I admit, you are indeed a complete anomaly. The brute force contained within your body has exceeded the limits of matter that this world can contain."
Ichibē Hyōsube's voice was so deep it seemed to resonate with the earth, and the huge brush in his hand began to ooze extremely thick, pitch-black ink that seemed capable of swallowing all light.
"However, as long as you exist in this world, as long as you are a being with 'form' and 'cognition,' you cannot escape my punishment!"
"No matter how strong brute force is, it is nothing but a void and illusion before the concept that points directly to the origin!"
Ichibē Hyōsube suddenly held the huge brush in his hand across his chest, and an extremely ancient and heavy Spiritual Pressure, as if it carried the desolation and darkness of the beginning of the world, suddenly erupted!
"Dye it black, Ichimonji!!!"
Crash----!!!
With the monk's roar, the soft bristles at the tip of the enormous brush instantly transformed into an extremely sharp blade! At the same time, the "blackness" above the ruins, and even throughout the entire Soul Society, boiled over!
The polar night sky, the shadows of the ruins, and even the black clothing worn by Yoruichi Shihouin women behind Tobirama Uchiha seemed to be under an absolute summons.
This is the most bizarre and unsolvable conceptual ability in the original Death God manga— the Soul-Cutting Sword [ Ichimonji ]!
In this universe, all "black" is under the control of Ichibē Hyōsube. The terrifying aspect of this sword lies not in its physical strikes, but in the "ink" it spills.
Anything touched by this ink will have its "name" forcibly erased. And losing its name is equivalent to losing the concept and power that this world has given it to exist!
"You madman from another world! I will Deprivation you of all the meaning of your existence in this world!"
Ichibē Hyōsube, like an angry king, wielded a giant brush that had transformed into a blade, violently slashing it at Tobirama Uchiha in front of him from afar!
"Wash away all my sins and return me to nothingness!"
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!
The thick, black ink, so dense it seemed capable of drowning even the soul, transformed into a torrential downpour, pouring down upon the location of Tobirama Uchiha!
This ink disregards the barriers of space and the defenses of physicality. It is not even a physical entity, but a pure law of "conceptual Deprivation "!
"Owner!"
Bambietta, Harribel, and the others standing Tobirama, though protected by Tobirama's aura, still felt an extreme sense of dread, a fear that their names would be completely erased from the world, when they saw the terrifying black ink raining down from the sky.
However, Tobirama Uchiha, didn't even have the inclination to raise his hand to block it.
He maintained his languid posture with one hand in his pocket, his Tenseigan Eyes, which seemed to gleam with the light of starlight and annihilation, coldly watching as the black ink was splashed relentlessly onto his dark gold robe, even his bare cheeks and silver hair.
"Splash."
Large swaths of black ink instantly stained Tobirama Uchiha's body completely black.
Hahahaha!!!
Seeing this, Ichibē Hyōsube, who had been covered in cold sweat, finally let out an extremely joyful laugh, filled with the arrogance of someone who had regained control of life and death.
"You've fallen for their trap! You ignorant beast!"
The monk swung his brush wildly, his broad face filled with arrogant disdain.
"Your name, your brute strength, all your past and concepts in this world have been completely erased by my Ichimonji!"
"Right now, you are nothing but a piece of waste paper—nameless, powerless, and whose very existence has lost its meaning!"
Ichibē Hyōsube pressed his advantage, biting his finger and then rapidly wielding his brush in mid-air.
"Since you are now a blank sheet of paper, I will bestow upon you a new name!"
An extremely ugly, twisted black "ant" character instantly took shape in the void, then transformed into a beam of black light, striking straight towards Tobirama's chest, which was covered in ink!
"From this day forward, your name is ' Black Ant '! Your strength, your dignity, everything you have will become as insignificant as a black ant crawling in a ditch! I only need to wiggle my toe to crush you into a pathetic pile of minced meat!"
The most extreme law of punishment reduces the enemy conceptually to the level of an ant.
This was the Zero Division leader's ultimate trump card, and the absolute killing move he believed could end this farce.
Seeing this Kirio Hikifune and Senjumaru Shutara, who were behind them, finally felt their almost stopped heartbeats resume, and the Kakkō of hope rekindled in their eyes.
"As expected of a monk... No matter how strong the physical force, once the concept is rewritten by Ichimonji, it's all over..."
However.
Their nerves, which had just relaxed for less than half a second, were completely snapped in the next instant by an extremely abrupt and untimely low laugh!
"Hehe..."
"Hahahaha... hahahahahaha!!!!"
The laughter was initially very faint, but in an instant, it transformed into a rolling thunderstorm, causing the rubble of the entire ruins to eerily float and crumble!
Under the sudden, frozen gaze of Ichibē Hyōsube.
The man covered in ink, who should have been reduced to a fragile Black Ant.
Slowly, he raised his head.
"Buzz----!!!"
A supreme power, countless times more violent than before, seemingly capable of forcibly bursting the entire universe, erupted from Tobirama Uchiha's body!
The pitch-black ink that was splashed on him, supposedly capable of erasing all concepts.
The moment it came into contact with this force, it was as if it had landed on the core of a star at a temperature of tens of millions of degrees, emitting an extremely shrill and mournful "hissing" sound!
Just a fraction of a second!
Those inks, which could even alter the underlying laws of the Death God Universe, were completely evaporated into nothingness, leaving not a trace, and were utterly and brutally vaporized into a sky full of black smoke!
"How... is this possible?!"
Ichibē Hyōsube's eyes bulged out, with bloodshot veins even appearing at the corners! His face, which had been beaming with triumphant laughter, was now completely distorted into utter horror, as if he had seen a ghost.
His Ichimonji was forcibly deflected?! It was literally vaporized from the physical realm?!
No! It's not just bounced off!
The monk felt utterly horrified as the concept he had splashed out, in the instant he tried to erase the other person's name, crashed into an absolute wall that he could not comprehend, could not analyze, and that even looking directly at it made his soul tremble!
"With such a paltry amount of ink, you dare to presume to alter my name?"
Tobirama Uchiha was surrounded by a shimmering, jade-like light, and his Supreme Eye held a pitiful and compassionate gaze upon him, as if he were looking at an ant.
"My name is imprinted with the origin of the fusion of multidimensional universes, and carries the creative power of Divine System. Its significance has long surpassed the dimensional carrying capacity of your dilapidated world."
Tobirama slowly took a step forward, his icy voice like the Death God knell, exploding deep within the monk's eardrums.
"You're trying to format a quantum supercomputing center that contains the data of an infinite universe with a broken-down processor?"
"Your cheat, the moment it touched upon my concept..."
A cruel, cold smile curled at the Tobirama's lips.
"It completely crashed due to 'insufficient memory,' you old thing."
Your ability is to change names? Sorry, my name is too big, too heavy, too high-dimensional; your pen cannot write it down! Your ink cannot erase it!
"Crack... Crack crack crack crack!!!!"
It seemed to be to confirm Tobirama's words.
The massive Soul-Cutting Sword [ Ichimonji ] wielded by Ichibē Hyōsube, forged from the bones and blood of successive Soul King and said to be indestructible.
At that moment, countless extremely dazzling crimson cracks appeared out of thin air on the surface of the blade!
"No!! My Ichimonji!!"
The monk let out an extremely shrill scream. He realized in horror that it wasn't shattered by an external force at all, but rather the ultimate backlash from the universe's rules against his Soul-Cutting Sword when it attempted to alter a forbidden existence that it couldn't bear!
"Bang--------!!!!!!!!"
A terrifying, muffled explosion!
That conceptual-level divine weapon that controlled all the black things in Soul Society was instantly and utterly blasted into a pile of shattered wood chips and iron slag in the hands of Ichibē Hyōsube!
But this was only the beginning of the backlash!
The power of the collapse of higher-dimensional logic caused by the "failure to rewrite" surged back like a burst dam, violently pouring into Ichibē Hyōsube's body along the broken hilt of the sword!
"Ughhhhhhh!!!!"
Extremely horrific scenes unfolded on the ruins.
Under the impact of the backlash, the bones, meridians, and blood vessels inside Ichibē Hyōsube's two incredibly thick arms exploded irreversibly at the same time!
"Pfft!" Two plumes of blood mist exploded, and his arms were severed at the root, turning into a cloud of fleshy pulp!
Immediately afterwards, the backlash shot straight to his head!
This self-proclaimed omniscient and all-seeing monk, who named all things in the world, suddenly had two high-pressure blood jets, several feet high, erupt from his deep-set eyes! His eyeballs, unable to withstand the backlash of conceptual pressure, burst open inside their sockets!
A severed arm! Blindness!
This ultimate trump card, who held the highest position and possessed the most unfathomable strength in the Zero Division, was turned into a bloodied, agonizing cripple on the ground before Tobirama Uchiha could even truly make a move.
"Monk!!!"
Senjumaru Shutara and Kirio Hikifune completely devastated. They simply couldn't believe that their invincible leader had met such a miserable end.
However, the final note of this trial did not hesitate for a moment because of their screams.
"Whoosh."
Tobirama Uchiha's figure didn't even pause for a fraction of a second. Like a ghost that had traversed space, he instantly appeared directly in front of Ichibē Hyōsube, who had lost both arms, was blind, and was kneeling on the ground screaming in agony.
There were no lengthy, condescending pronouncements, nor was this ancestor given any chance to catch his breath.
"It's awful, the remnants of the old era."
Tobirama coldly uttered his final verdict.
He slightly parted his lips, and deep within his throat, a purple-white light, a fusion of Senjutsu Chakra and the ultimate cutting power of Yin-Yang Release, suddenly flashed.
By fusing the properties of lightning and water to their extreme, it transforms into a supreme immortal technique capable of severing even space and time!
"Sage Art: Storm Release: Laser Circus "
laugh----!!!
A beam of extremely fine, yet bright enough to blind an ordinary person, purplish-white laser light shot out abruptly from Tobirama's mouth!
The speed of this laser beam exceeded the limits of perception in this world. Like an indestructible, peerless blade of light, it flashed past Ichibē Hyōsube's thick neck with perfect smoothness and without any obstruction!
The screams abruptly stopped.
After a second of absolute silence.
"Pfft!"
A crimson column of blood shot into the sky like a fountain from the smooth cut on Ichibē Hyōsube!
The head, once proudly looking down upon all living beings, with its thick beard, slid off the neck with a gurgling sound and rolled into the cold, muddy ruins, covered in filthy dust.
The strongest Death God, leader of the Zero Division.
He attempted to punish the gods with the rules, but was ultimately devoured by the rules themselves, losing his limbs and eyes. In a humiliating and undignified manner, he was beheaded on the spot with a single, decisive strike!
Tobirama Uchiha slowly closed his lips, and the purple-white laser beam vanished without a trace.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his dark golden figure appearing like a solitary and supreme ruler of destruction amidst the falling blood rain. He slightly turned his head, his eyes, swirling with destructive starlight, coldly locking onto the two remaining female Death God of the Zero Division behind him.
"Now."
"Is there anyone else who wants to change my name?"