"My humble self... thanks Lord Aizen for your gift..."
Within the pitch-black hall, Kyoka Suigetsu stood upon the elevated platform and spoke respectfully to Sosuke Aizen, while using her small hand to shield the fiercely flickering Hogyoku behind her delicate body.
Aizen naturally noticed, but he did not care. He merely gave a soft chuckle.
To him now, it was the power Kyoka Suigetsu had used just moments ago that truly aroused both his immense curiosity and... considerable wariness...
Within that "Eternal Interval."
Inside that unknown palace, like the court of Hell itself, he had actually sensed a trace of scrutiny that felt like it came from a Death God...
That was right—within this world, during that Ninja World war.
The Death God that had been shattered in a single blow by Aizen while he was in the fourth-stage Hogyoku state...
Of course... the one that had been shattered was merely a projection cast by the other party into this world. Its true body was hidden within another unknown space.
Much like Jia Jin under Aizen's command.
As a Jashin who had transformed from a monk, Jia Jin was clearly of a far lower caliber.
The other-dimensional space he had previously inhabited had not been created by him either. He had merely stumbled upon it and hidden inside.
Thus, compared to the Death God, Jia Jin, this Jashin, was likely far inferior...
Even if that being's avatar had been reduced to dust by Aizen, the damage done to the Death God's true body was probably minimal.
To a certain extent, it was a god in the truest sense. If Aizen had not received the Hogyoku's aid and stepped into a higher dimension, he likely would have been unable to do anything to it...
Yet, within that "Eternal Interval," Sosuke Aizen