True Several Thousand Hands

"Everyone, do you still wish to fight?"

Hashirama looked at the stunned group and asked softly.

Ichibe and the others finally came to their senses and looked at Hashirama.

"Sir, isn't your Underworld Bureaucracy being far too domineering? You not only invaded Soul Society, but now you want to destroy the core of the Three Realms! Are you truly not afraid that the Three Realms will return to chaos?"

Hashirama smiled faintly.

"I believe this friend has misunderstood. We merely dealt with a major problem for this world.

We perfected the world's order, and now every soul has been granted a new life.

The good receive the rewards they deserve, while the wicked go to the Hell where they belong. The cycle of life and death now has order; the worlds of yin and yang no longer interfere with one another. Heaven and earth have regained their clarity. Tell me, how could such a world descend into chaos?"

Hearing Hashirama's resounding question, Ichibe and the group from the Soul King Palace were suddenly left speechless.

They did not know how to refute Hashirama's reasoning. In the past, whenever others invaded Soul Society, they had always claimed to be upholding world order, condemning their enemies from the moral high ground.

But now, a force had suddenly appeared that had done even better than them. Not only had it resolved the souls that Soul Society had accumulated for tens of thousands of years, it had also created a closed cycle of life and death for the world.

When facing such an Underworld Bureaucracy, their confidence suddenly no longer seemed so solid.

Back then, the Five Great Noble Houses of Soul Society had killed the Soul King precisely to separate the chaotic world.

Thus creating the current Three Realms. Yet their so-called separation