After hearing Yoriichi's words, the frivolous smile on Ōetsu Nimaiya's face faded a bit.
He pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes resting on Hekyō handed over by Yoriichi.
"Pull out your sword spirit entity?"
Ōetsu Nimaiya scratched his exaggerated hairstyle and sighed helplessly.
"Brother, you have created a big problem for Soul Society's number one swordsmith."
"But..."
Ōetsu Nimaiya grinned, showing his white teeth, "Since you have asked for help, if I can't come up with any tricks, wouldn't it mean that I have ruined my own reputation?"
"I can try, but whether you can succeed or not depends entirely on you."
Yoriichi nodded and held Hekyō in front of him.
Ōetsu Nimaiya quickly formed seals with his hands, and the bottomless pool below Phoenix Palace began to surge.
Countless Pure Reishi light pillars rose from the bottom of the water and gathered in the palm of Ōetsu Nimaiya.
As the creator of all Asauchi, his perception of the soul of the blade has already reached its peak.
Although he could not reshape Hekyō, he could still do it by using the knife-forging rules of the Phoenix Palace to knock on the door deep in Hekyō.
"Boy, pour your Reiatsu in without reservation!"
Ōetsu Nimaiya shouted loudly, and the forging aura in his palm suddenly pressed on the end of Hekyō's knife handle.
Yoriichi did not hesitate, and the golden Sun Reiatsu poured into the blade like a torrent that burst a dam.
The next moment, a sudden change occurred.
In the originally peaceful Phoenix Palace hall, the temperature soared to an outrageous level in an instant.
The spring water composed of special Reishi under your feet skipped even the boiling process and evaporated into a large piece of pure white mist in the blink of an eye.
"Boom--"
A pure and bright golden divine fire suddenly spurted out from the blade of Hekyō.
That is the original divine flame that carries the supreme power and burns away the laws of all things.
The space above the main hall could not withstand the high temperature, and large golden cracks in the shape of spider webs began to appear.
The entire Phoenix Palace suspended high in the sky above the Spirit King's Palace trembled and swayed under this divine power.
Ichigo Kurosaki, who was still being beaten by Asauchi in the distance, was directly thrown away by this overwhelming heat wave, hit the wall and rolled down.
The golden sea of fire gathered crazily in mid-air, turning into the phantoms of nine golden divine birds spreading their wings and singing.
The divine birds were flying around, rendering the entire hall into a magnificent divine kingdom.
In the center of the divine flames that filled the sky, a slender and noble figure slowly stepped out of the sea of fire.
That was a man of extreme majesty.
He was wearing a dark black Emperor's Robe painted with Three-Legged Golden Crow and dark patterns of the sun, moon and stars, and a solid red-gold light flowed from the hem of his clothes.
Her long hair hangs down behind her shoulders like flowing lava, and she wears twelve white jade Emperor's Crown on her head. The bead curtain sways, revealing a face that is extremely beautiful but also reveals endless majesty.
The most breathtaking thing is his eyes.
Those are not the pupils of mortals, but two ancient stars that are truly hanging in the eye sockets, exuding the vast power of Creation of Heaven and Earth.
Just standing there, the surrounding space laws continued to reorganize and disintegrate in whining.
The man's eyes swept around and finally landed on Yoriichi.
"It's so noisy."
Emperor's Robe The man's thin lips parted slightly, his voice was deep and deep, and he carried a kind of absolute domineering nature that was superior to all living beings.
"I'm just taking a nap, and the ants are here making endless noises."
Ōetsu Nimaiya, who was standing aside, was completely frozen in place.
The sunglasses on his face slid down to the tip of his nose, and his mouth was wide enough to fit a duck egg in.
What is this?
What kind of monster is this?
As Sword God who created all Asauchi, he has seen thousands of Zanpakuto entities in his life.
There are arrogant dragons, weird ghosts, and cool enchantresses.
But the person in front of me... this is not a sword spirit at all, this is clearly an ancient god-emperor that spans dimensions and years and comes from the source of mythology.
Yoriichi looked at the man in front of him, and felt a wave of excitement in his heart.
Although it was the first time he saw an entity with his own eyes, the resonance deep in his soul made him immediately confirm the identity of the other party.
This is the will that resides in Hekyō.
"Di Jun?" Yoriichi asked tentatively.
Di Jun nodded slightly, and there was a hint of gentleness in his sun-like eyes.
"It's me."
Di Jun restrained some of the overflowing divine fire, turned his head and glanced at Ōetsu Nimaiya, who was stunned, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.
"Don't misunderstand me. This craftsman from the lower realm wearing black glasses is not qualified to wake me up from the sword."
"It was his meager means of elicitation that happened to comply with your will, so I followed the trend and took advantage of his weak foundation in this spiritual pool to come out and take a breath."
Ōetsu Nimaiya heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched a few times, but he didn't dare to refute a word.
He could clearly sense that as long as the man in front of him had a single thought, the entire Phoenix Palace, including himself, would be burned into nothingness in an instant.
I can't afford it, I really can't afford it.
Ōetsu Nimaiya pushed his sunglasses back knowingly, put his hands together and bowed to Di Jun, and then tiptoed back.
When passing by Ichigo Kurosaki, Ōetsu Nimaiya grabbed Ichigo by the back of the collar, dragged the orange-haired boy who had not yet recovered, and slipped out of the hall quietly, closing the heavy door tightly.
In the blink of an eye, only Yoriichi and Di Jun were left in the entire spacious hall.
"I cannot stay in this world for long."
Di Jun looked at Yoriichi and said calmly, "The underlying structure of this world is too fragile and the laws are incomplete. If my Unified True Spirit Consciousness manifests here for more than half a quarter of an hour, this so-called Soul King Palace will completely collapse."
Yoriichi glanced thoughtfully at the space cracks around him that were still being repaired.
Even a high-dimensional space like Soul King Palace cannot withstand the arrival of Di Jun.
"I want to know what my power is." Yoriichi asked directly.
Di Jun stands with hands behind hands, black Emperor's Robe windless automatic.
"The methods you are using now are just superficial."
Di Jun slowly said, "The so-called Sun Reiatsu you are using is not your true form of power at all."
Yoriichi was slightly startled when he heard this.
"Not real power?"
"Not bad."
Di Jun raised a finger, and a wisp of pure golden primitive flame danced on the fingertips.
"Your soul Source is too huge. When you came to this lower plane composed of Reishi, in order not to directly crush this fragile world, your power was forcibly modified and suppressed by the rules of this world."
"The power you are showing now is just an inferior product that evolved after the power of Source was mixed with the Reishi of this world."
"If not, how can a few natives who play with mud and resentment be worthy of surviving even a single blow in front of you."
Di Jun's words were calm, but filled with arrogance that subverted everything.
Yoriichi stood there, silently digesting this huge information.
It turns out that Sun Reiatsu, which I have always been proud of and can even compete with Soul King's Power, is actually just a product that has been severely castrated and diluted by the laws of the world.
So how strong should your true power be?
Yoriichi raised his head and looked at Di Jun's pair of stellar eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate eternity.
"Then where did my memory come from? For example, where do these abilities come from?"