The Sun Key in Ichigo Kurosaki's hand turned into fine dust of light and quietly dissipated in the palm of his hand.
After passing through that layer of twisted teleportation Light Screen, what greeted us was boundless emptiness and darkness.
This is the deepest part of the Soul King Palace, and also the Core Throne Hall of Wahrwelt.
Broken Divine Pillars stood on both sides, and the towering dome had been completely overturned by the violent Reiatsu.
The white stone slab under your feet is covered with dry dark lines, which were ancient formations that once belonged to Soul King Inner Palace.
Ichigo Kurosaki stopped and held the two black Zangetsu behind his back with his backhand.
At the end of the stairs directly in front of the hall, a huge throne built by Obsidian stands quietly.
The man sitting on the throne has completely lost the human body of his former Quincy ancestor.
The black liquid that was so thick that it could not be dissolved slowly flowed around his body, constantly squirming and tumbling.
Those black substances hung down from the edge of his clothes, soaking the entire stone steps in jet black.
Among the rolling ink shadows, dozens of strange pupils without eyelids were densely split.
The pupils wander aimlessly, opening and closing in the black liquid, exuding the aura of Chaos that swallows all laws.
That is Yhwach after completely swallowing and absorbing Soul King Source.
"You're finally here."
The man on the throne slowly raised his head.
The black liquid slid down his cheek, revealing those deep and terrifying eyes.
"My son who was born in darkness, Ichigo Kurosaki."
Ichigo Kurosaki frowned and stared straight ahead.
"Stop talking nonsense there."
Ichigo Kurosaki held the long knife and short blade in front of him at the same time, "I have never been your son."
Yhwach laughed softly.
The laughter echoed repeatedly in the empty hall, causing the surrounding ruins and gravel to tremble slightly.
"Denying the blood connection is nothing more than a willful manifestation of weak creatures."
Yhwach looked condescendingly at the young man at the bottom of the stairs, and said in a calm tone, "If it weren't for my blood flowing in your body, you wouldn't be able to cross those desperate hurdles, let alone walk in front of me."
"You were the one who killed my mother."
Ichigo Kurosaki gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion.
"Auswählen nine years ago, it was you who took away her power and allowed her to die in the hands of the void."
Facing this hateful question, Yhwach's eyes did not waver at all.
"What's wrong with taking back the power that originally belonged to me."
Yhwach held his chin with one hand, and the black pupils all around him blinked at the same time.
"All Quincy were born because of me. Their lives, souls, and powers have been my possessions from the beginning."
"Including you, Ichigo."
Yhwach stretched out a finger wrapped in black liquid and pointed at Ichigo Kurosaki's chest.
"Every time you swing your sword, every time you awaken your power through the ordeal of near-death, you are cultivating richer fruits for me."
"Your anger, your growth, and even the gesture you are standing here drawing your sword at this moment are all under my watch."
Ichigo Kurosaki snorted coldly, "If it is as omnipotent as you say, why are you waiting in the temple for me to come over?"
"Arrogant and ignorant child."
Yhwach There was a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Waiting because this drama woven by me needs to meet its destined end."
"Originally, I thought there would be another person who could bring me some fun on this grand stage."
Yhwach retracted his fingers and looked over the top of Ichigo Kurosaki's head, looking at the fragmented World of the Living and Soul Society below.
"For example, Yoriichi Tsugikuni took over the position of Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto."
Hearing this name, Ichigo Kurosaki's eyes flashed with a hint of wariness.
"Yoriichi What happened?"
Yhwach let out a contemptuous sigh.
"When I was flying over Seireitei, I clearly captured a ray of breath coming from his body."
"It is an ancient and grand majesty that even vaguely overrides the existing laws of Three Realms."
The black fluid on the throne rolled and rippled.
"At that moment, I thought that he, like me, was a seeker who had already glimpsed a higher realm and was destined to break this cage of hypocrisy."
"I thought he was hiding the real trump card that could overturn the world of Three Realms, and he was waiting for a showdown with me in the core temple."
Ichigo Kurosaki said in a deep voice, "So?"
"It turns out that I overestimated his ability."
Yhwach shook his head, his tone full of unabashed mockery.
"At the great moment when Soul King collapsed and Three Realms was about to be reborn, that man actually made the most foolish choice."
"He is like a humble mason, in order to repair the old world that is destined to collapse, in order to save the life of the dying man Jūshirō Ukitake."
"He actually poured most of his Source power into the void rift without hesitation."
The mocking smile on Yhwach's face became even stronger.
"In order to survive a few ants, in order to maintain the balance of that hypocritical and ugly Three Realms, I voluntarily gave up the light that was enough to be proud of the gods."
"Now he is nothing more than a piece of scrap metal lying slumped in the Seireitei mud, struggling to even stand up."
"Possessing the power of a god, but possessing the weak heart of an inferior mortal."
"Tell me, what a ridiculous tragedy this is?"
The atmosphere in the hall sank at this moment.
The black liquid spread on the ground following Yhwach's words.
Ichigo Kurosaki stood under the steps, and the Reiatsu in his body began to escape uncontrollably.
Violent blue and black spiritual currents rose from his feet, forcing the spreading black shadow back.
"You don't understand at all."
Ichigo Kurosaki stepped forward and stepped on the first stone steps leading to the throne.
"Yoriichi is to protect everyone, to protect everyone from being destroyed by this disaster."
Yhwach looked down at the young man climbing up the stairs indifferently.
"Guard?"
Yhwach sneered, "A guardian who loses his power is just a meaningless moan before death."
"When this world completely returns to its original state, everything he strives to maintain will turn into meaningless powder."
"Including him, all Soul Reaper and humans will become the nourishment for the birth of the new world."
"And you, Ichigo, what can you cut with the blade in your hand?"
Ichigo Kurosaki did not stop, his speed became faster and faster, and the double swords in his hands erupted with a dazzling black sword light.
The crazy air flow shook his black Shihakushō, revealing the tight lines underneath.
Ichigo Kurosaki raised the long knife and pointed it directly at the dark monster on the throne.
"I don't understand what you are saying? But I will never let you succeed!"