The Gradually Dissipating Spirit Body
Haschwalth's pale hand hovered in mid-air, a faint glow emanating from his fingertips.
Uryū Ishida stared at the man before him, who was on the verge of disappearing, and remained silent for a moment.
"The Antithesis."
Uryū slowly raised his hand and whispered his true name in the Schrift.
Two faint beams of causal light flashed between the two.
The horrifying bloody hole in Uryū's right shoulder instantly closed, and the torn flesh and broken bones were restored to their original positions through the reversal of the laws.
The disordered Spirit Veins within his body calmed down in an instant, and the previously unbearable feeling of exhaustion completely disappeared.
On the stone slab, Haschwalth's chest and shoulders cracked again, revealing several fine fissures.
But Haschwalth showed no pain whatsoever; he didn't even flinch.
"Let's go, Uryū Ishida."
Haschwalth closed his eyes and whispered, "Go and support your comrades."
The divine radiance gradually faded from the heavens, and the Auswählen stripped away everything finally came to an end.
Haschwalth's body Qidian white fragments of Reishi.
A gentle breeze blew past the broken walls of the corridor, ruffling the man's long, golden hair.
The mangled body, along with the silver Long Sword on the ground, slowly disintegrated into scattered particles in the gust of wind.
No remains were left behind; the highest tier of the Sternritter was utterly reduced to nothingness at that moment.
Uryū Ishida, perfectly intact, stood on the ravaged ruins and gently pushed up his glasses with his fingertips.
Behind the lens, the pupils were deep and complex, reflecting the empty and dilapidated suspended corridor.
He turned around and cast his gaze toward the high-altitude plain in the center of Wahrwelt.
Even from a great distance, the churning storm of destruction and the immense Reiatsu tremors above were still clearly perceptible.
The auras of Ichigo Kurosaki and Sōsuke Aizen were intertwining and clashing there.
Uryū gripped the Reishi Silver Bow tightly, stepped on the Hirenkyaku, and transformed into a white light, disappearing among the rubble.
Far below, away from the clamor of the battlefield, Seireitei.
Inside a secret room deep underground belonging to the Twelfth Division, the light was dim and soft.
The walls were covered with strips of paper inscribed with stabilizing runes, and faint Reishi Circuit flowed slowly across the ground.
This place was originally a stasis storage room Mayuri Kurotsuchi to store important experimental materials, but it has now been transformed into a temporary hibernation place.
A low couch made of special spirit stones lay across the center of the room.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni lay quietly on it, still wearing the Captain- Captain's Haori.
His face was as handsome as ever, with a wisp of hair covering half of the flame-shaped Demon Slayer Mark on his forehead.
Retsu Unohana sat upright on a futon beside the low couch, quietly watching over the boy in front of her.
Those eyes, which usually held a gentle smile, were now shrouded in an unyielding worry.
She looked down at Yoriichi's tightly closed eyelids, her knuckles unconsciously gripping the hem of his team uniform.
Several hours ago, the Sun Reiatsu within the Yoriichi body had completely disappeared.
That was the price he paid to prevent the collapse of the Three Realms.
The room was now eerily quiet.
Retsu Unohana raised her slender hand and gently placed it on Yoriichi's wrist, specifically on the life-point mark.
A faint green Kaido flickered at her fingertips before fading away weakly.
There was no pulse, no tremor of the meridians, and even breathing slowed down to the point of being completely imperceptible.
Moreover, subtle changes are occurring to the outline of Yoriichi's body.
The originally condensed and solid spiritual body is slowly becoming faint and transparent.
The runes on the stone platform were even faintly visible through his thin sleeves.
This state usually only occurs when the soul completely disintegrates and returns to the Reishi of heaven and earth.
Retsu Unohana lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her cheek.
If it weren't for the fact that the spatial laws between the World of the Living, Soul Society, and Hueco Mundo have maintained basic stability to this day, she probably would have thought that Yoriichi Tsugikuni was completely dead.
This young man used his own existence as a pillar, supporting this world from afar.
Retsu Unohana reached out and gently brushed the stray black hair from Yoriichi behind his ear.
The boy's skin was slightly cool, completely lacking its usual radiant warmth.
"What a reckless guy."
Retsu Unohana muttered something to herself, her voice soft and tinged with a bitter sigh.
However, inside Yoriichi Tsugikuni Tsugikuni's sleeping body, a completely different scene unfolds.
This is neither a desolate ruin nor a barren desert.
Yoriichi's consciousness floated in a boundless, crimson-gold void.
A long river of pure light flowed around him, and a warm and vast current of air gently enveloped his soul.
That was everything he had accumulated in his past and present lives.
The outside world thought he was exhausted and dying, but in reality, the Sun Reiatsu that spread into the world through Ukitake's body was not his true power.
Countless strands of extremely fine light traversed endless dimensions of space, firmly anchoring themselves deep within his soul.
Each ray of light is connected at one end to the boundary barrier of the Three Realms, and at the other end to this vast crimson-gold ocean.
He surveyed the pulse of the entire world from an unprecedented macro perspective.
The direction of the wind, the gathering and dispersing of Reishi, and even the undulations of the vast yellow sands in the distant Hueco Mundo are all clearly reflected in this space of consciousness.
However, along with this wondrous state of being in harmony with the world, a strange sound began to echo from the depths of the void.
Thump--
It was a deep, ancient bell tolling.
The sound of the bell seemed to come from an extremely distant time, and at the moment the bell struck, the entire crimson-gold void rippled with fine waves.
At first, the bell tolled only once in a long while, its sound dull and chaotic, which was unsettling to listen to.
Thump--
As the battle outside continued and the cause and effect above the Wahrwelt intertwined, the time intervals between the sounds piercing through the void became shorter and shorter.
Thump, thump, thump.
The bells in his mind rang more and more frequently, but Yoriichi Tsugikuni began to lose his sense of noise; he heard emotions within the bells.