South Flow Street District 89

Soul Society.

South Flow Street District 89.

This was the outermost edge of Soul Society. There were no bustling markets, no crowds clad in fine clothes—only a stretch of barren, cracked earth and a few scattered thatched huts.

Occasionally, some lifeless souls with numb eyes passed by. Since this place lay near the edge of Soul Society, resources were exceptionally scarce. Even water, necessary for souls to survive, was pitifully scarce.

Yet today, this district at the very edge of Soul Society suddenly trembled.

A massive pitch-black gate, like the maw of a man-eating demon, abruptly rose from the ground. The black gate, resembling an evil ghost, opened its enormous mouth.

A cloud of black Yin Qi poured out.

Nourished by the black mist, the souls nearby, whose eyes had been blank and dull, gradually regained a trace of vitality.

Countless souls instinctively gathered toward the black gate, confusion flashing through their eyes.

But they were not left confused for long. From within the enormous black gate, teams clad in black uniforms and carrying katana at their waists marched out in neat steps, emerging from that gaping maw that seemed capable of devouring everything.

The soldiers in black radiated a chilling aura, and a large character for "messenger" was written on each of their backs.

Looking up, they saw the words "Underworld Bureaucracy" shockingly inscribed upon the gate that resembled a demon's maw.

For some unknown reason, every soul present felt an instinctive mixture of fear and familiarity upon seeing those two words.

As the souls stood at a loss, several more figures emerged from the giant mouth. At a single glance, all the wandering souls present inexplicably lowered their heads, not daring to meet their eyes.

Madara swept his gaze around expressionlessly, looking at the souls who had gathered