Dark clouds loomed over Seireitei, varying in thickness from thin to thick.
Near Hakutōmon, dark clouds loomed overhead, and the dim scenery made it seem like it was past seven o'clock in the evening.
Reishi surged in front of the door, forming the shape of Sōya Azashiro. He reached out and touched the Hakutōmon, beginning to erode the external space through the cracks in the door.
He didn't want to give up his fusion with Seireitei, so he had to keep his body inside, only allowing his consciousness to merge outwards.
Urozakuro reappeared, loudly mocking, "Hehehe, a man named after a sword actually fled in such a sorry state. Just thinking that a coward like you is my master makes me feel so miserable."
"I simply believe that we don't need to fight Aizen."
Sōya Azashiro replied.
Urozakuro laughed even harder, like a little girl who had just received candy. "It's all just an excuse. You don't have the confidence to defeat Aizen, so you use that kind of excuse to avoid fighting him. How pathetic."
I have long since abandoned that useless emotion of fear.
Sōya Azashiro answered expressionlessly.
"What do you mean by abandoning fear? You're just shoving unwanted emotions into my life, even though I like them."
"Shut up," Sōya Azashiro interrupted her nagging. "I need to focus on eroding Rukongai."
"Tch." Urozakuro curled her lip and disappeared again.
His actions of encroaching upon others were quickly detected by the Kidō Corps.
" Captain-Commander Yamamoto, Sōya Azashiro's Reiatsu has appeared Hakutōmon Seireitei."
"Okay, continue monitoring."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto replied that he had no intention of taking any action and continued reading the documents.
He knew exactly which was more important and which was less important; it was impossible for Sōya Azashiro to achieve any significant results in the Hueco Mundo of Hueco Mundo in a short period of time.
However, if they cannot kill the tens of thousands of Menos Grande, and only kill the Hollows that are everywhere, the balance between the World of the Living, Hueco Mundo, Soul Society cannot be broken.
Except for the Quincy.
That ability to completely annihilate Reishi, even if it kills a certain number of ordinary Hollows, can disrupt the balance.
However, the main force of the Quincy was wiped out a long time ago, and the remaining people are under the watchful eyes of the Shinigami. It's unlikely that Sōya Azashiro would have any contact with them.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto could ignore this for the time being and focus on other matters.
Boom!
Several streaks of lightning flashed across the sky, and the sound of thunder echoed through Seireitei. Then, with another boom, raindrops began to fall in a pattering patter.
On the Hakutōmon side, the rain was torrential, and beyond three steps, it was impossible to distinguish between humans and animals.
Sōya Azashiro didn't pay any attention and continued to erode outwards. When it reached a certain point, the person turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated, then condensed on the Rukongai Hakutōmon.
At this point, he did not continue to expand the erosion range, but only merged with some of the surrounding air to maintain the speed at which he could move forward.
Meanwhile, he was also keeping an eye on the Projection Hall, trying to find the whereabouts of the person who had broken into the Soul Society.
The nearest area is in the West District Two.
The Shielding Research and Development Institute sent a signal to Shinigami to strike.
Sōya Azashiro Shunpo to the West District Two. He saw the crack in the Garganta open and stepped out...
It wore a mask shaped like a sheep's skull, had purple skin all over its body, limbs as thick as a tiger's, and a long tail behind it.
His eyes were filled with a greedy gaze toward the soul.
"It's you." Sōya Azashiro said, and Sheep Head Xu stepped forward quickly, his speed gradually slowing down, his greedy eyes gradually being covered by dementia, and he stood quietly beside him.
The Garganta closes, opens, closes.
After confirming several times, Sōya Azashiro concluded that this Xu had completely become his pawn.
Next, we need to find other pieces.
Sōya Azashiro looked towards a village, striving to transform two hundred souls into combat-ready ones, before his figure vanished into thin air.
Sheep Head ran towards the village but did not enter; instead, it waited on the hillside outside the village.
Soon after, a man appeared on the hillside, showing no fear, and instead stood there side by side.
As time went by, more and more people gathered on the hillside, including both men and women.
The transformation of Sōya Azashiro indiscriminate; he selected residents with higher Spiritual Power to perform soul transformation.
Such a soul, once transformed, possesses even greater combat power.
5:00 AM on July 1st.
The Modified Soul has been completed, Sōya Azashiro has stopped further transformations and begun to advance towards the West District Ten.
He wasn't going at full speed.
Modified Soul grants the ability to fight against the void, but it's still far from enough to keep up with his full speed.
They traveled swiftly, tirelessly Modified Soul, traversing mountains and valleys, and arrived at the West District Ten at sunrise. Sōya Azashiro took the opportunity to have them replenish their food on the spot.
The food source was Seireitei.
Even from such a great distance, if he wanted, he could still move the buildings or food that had been merged with Seireitei here in an instant.
The Modified Soul silently ate.
A breeze rustled through the trees, Sōya Azashiro looked up and said, "You've come."
"Of course, my Spiritual Sense is very sharp."
Shiraishi smiled, his gaze sweeping over the Modified Soul, and said with some doubt, " The Reiatsu emanating from them is rather strange."
"They are Modified Soul."
Sōya Azashiro Shikai, "The vanguard I used to attack Hueco Mundo utilizes my Bankai ability to eliminate unnecessary emotions, remove some restrictions, and enhance their physical combat capabilities."
Shiraishi frowned slightly and said, "With us here, we don't need them."
Sōya Azashiro replied, " Hueco Mundo is vast. The combined strength of the two of us is insufficient to purify the Hollows. We need more combat power."
This is a good experiment to see how long Modified Soul can fight in Hueco Mundo.
You don't need any sympathy. The residents of Rukongai were originally there to mediate and maintain the balance between Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, and the World of the Living.
The Azashiro Clan was once a high-ranking noble family in Seireitei known for its military prowess. However, due to their descendants indulging in pleasure, the large family lacked a strong leader and possessed abundant wealth, leading to their downfall and being framed by other noble families.
As a result, the family fell into decline, leaving only Sōya Azashiro alive.
However, the aristocratic education he received from childhood did not change during his later life as a wanderer.
In his eyes, only nobles are the natives of Soul Society, and the human souls that World of the Living mortal world are just a stockpile they contain to maintain the balance of the three realms.
Depending on the circumstances, they have the right to decide whether to increase or decrease the quantity.
"Tsk, such aristocratic language," Shiraishi muttered, but didn't say anything more.
Sōya Azashiro's obsession with the void runs exceptionally deep; he's even willing to sacrifice his own life, let alone the lives of others.
His attempt to change things with a few words is nothing short of delusional.
When do we set off for Hueco Mundo?
"Wait until they've replenished their energy," Sōya Azashiro replied truthfully, and the atmosphere fell silent.
The Modified Soul devoured the food, quickly becoming full, and silently stood up.
The sheep's head was shrugged open, revealing Garganta.
"Let's go."