The Unforgiven from Shinigami
In the vast Soul King Palace, no one could stand in Aizen's way anymore.
Joy? Satisfaction?
No.
His mood wasn't as happy as he had imagined; it was calm, so calm that not a ripple arose. He casually tossed the head aside and said, "Yin, let's go."
Gin Ichimaru, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Aura Michibane landed beside him one after another, and the disc of Reishi particles carried them upwards like an elevator.
Upon arriving at the main hall where the Soul King was, several divine soldiers attempted to rush forward to stop them.
Aizen found them pathetic; they had been instilled with loyalty by others, lost their ability to think for themselves, and become dogs who didn't know their own mortality.
"Death is a mercy to you."
Aizen glanced at them, his powerful Reiatsu crushing them, and leisurely walked towards the hall, reaching out to pull back the pale yellow curtain.
Inside was a huge amber, sealing away the skeletal Soul King, whose four childlike eyes were fixed, calmly gazing outwards.
"This is the Soul King..." Mayuri Kurotsuchi's tone was somewhat surprised. He had already expected that the Soul King's situation would not be good, but he did not expect it to be this bad.
"To possess power greater than anyone else, yet willingly surrender one's destiny to others, is truly foolish."
Aizen's tone was full of sarcasm, "I'll use this fool's mangled body to create a New World."
"Snow-white radiance..."
He chanted the incantation, his fingertips flashing with Spiritual Power like ink, beginning to draw a spell on the amber, "Thunder striking the water tower..."
"A bird in an iron cage, a fish before a waterfall..."
"... Creak and groan, pierce through! Bridge connecting heaven and earth!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the spell emitted a blue glow. Aizen watched silently as cracks appeared in Aizen amber, and the spell was imprinted on the Soul King's mangled body, like a blade cutting through the skin.
The dark Soul King's Power surged outwards, forming a torrent that rushed towards the sky, blasting open the ceiling and the two upper floors of the building above, the inky blackness crashing against the azure sky.
The space then shattered.
The powerful Soul King's Power surged into the Dangai, creating a New World.
A world comparable to Soul Society, the World of the Living, and Hueco Mundo.
Aizen watched silently, his face devoid of any smile. A pale blue light shone forth, like tree patterns etched onto the pitch-black Soul King's Power.
At the same time, the Soul King Palace began to tremble.
All the buildings were swaying and cracking, and cracks were appearing in the ground. The divine soldiers stationed at the Zero Division Detached Palace seemed at a loss.
Their past training hadn't included any mention of the collapse of the Soul King Palace, so they could only stare blankly at everything.
"Name."
Call my name.
The divine soldier guarding the Tenchūren paused slightly, then subconsciously replied, " Ichibē Hyōsube."
On the path leading to the Ichibē Hyōsube rose to his feet. He had just used the divine weapon to call his name, drawing upon a portion of its power to repair his body.
Watching the Soul King's Power flow, he realized that the Soul King was truly finished. If he didn't want to be buried with him, the best course of action was to create a new Soul King to replace him.
The natural choice is Kūgo Ginjō.
In the current world, aside from Aizen, there is no one more suitable to be the Soul King than Ginjo.
As long as the Soul King is there, Senjumaru Shutara and the others will not be difficult.
Ichibē Hyōsube Shunpo to leave from here and went to the side of the Tenchūren, where the guardian divine weapon fell into a coma due to the plundering of its power.
He opened the door, entered the Tenchūren, and plummeted downwards.
The Tenchūren descended through seventy-two layers of barriers, causing the entire Soul Society to tremble.
The Soul King is the link that holds the Three Realms together; without this link, all worlds will crumble.
The atmospheric Reishi were chaotic and disorderly, the ground trembled, and the broken bricks and tiles seemed to be children jumping around in celebration.
The battle in Seireitei, however, came to an end.
The Espada and the Arrancar withdrew from the battle and regrouped, while the Shinigami and captains did not persist in fighting to the death.
The outcome of the battle in the sky is over, and the result of the battle on the ground is irrelevant.
Everything is settled.
"Is Soul King dead?"
Kisuke Urahara held his hat down, tilted his head back, but couldn't see anything; it was too far away.
He noticed a dark shadow. He stared intently and heard a loud bang.
A large pillar crashed into the ground.
The door was pushed open, and the tall and burly Ichibē Hyōsube stepped onto the Seireitei grounds, shouting, " Kisuke Urahara, hand over Kūgo Ginjō to me."
"You are Ichibē Hyōsube."
"It seems I can save myself the trouble of explaining. You should understand the current situation. Our Squad Zero failed to stop Aizen's advance, and the Soul King will soon be completely dead."
Ichibē Hyōsube said with a solemn expression, " The World of the Living, Hueco Mundo, Soul Society are all doomed. We must create a new Soul King as soon as possible to stabilize the three worlds."
Then they brought back Genryūsai and Shiraishi, who were trapped in Hueco Mundo, to fight Aizen together.
" Old Man Yama not dead?"
Upon seeing the Tenchūren, Shunsui Kyōraku immediately arrived in Shunpo. Hearing this news, his tense heart relaxed somewhat.
To be honest, the Gotei 13 cannot afford to lose Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, especially at this crucial time.
That person's existence is not only a guarantee of combat strength, but also the key to stabilizing morale.
Kisuke Urahara his head and saw the bloodstains on his face and clothes, asking, "Are you alright?"
"I can still hold on." Shunsui Kyōraku, lifted his straw hat, seemingly unconcerned about his injuries, and said, "Let's hurry up and create the Soul King."
Kisuke Urahara took out a capsule from his pocket, crushed it, and milky white gas burst out, with a faint black shadow appearing inside.
With a thud, Kūgo Ginjō's body fell to the ground, his severed neck neatly reattached, without a single stitch visible.
Ichibē Hyōsube nodded and said, "Now we're just waiting for you."
"Yes, at this moment, I am willing to give my life."
Jūshirō Ukitake arrived in Shunpo, his foot shattering the tiles beneath him, his pale face filled with determination.
He was willing to dedicate his life to this world he loved.
Shunsui Kyōraku silently pulled down his straw hat, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his heart bleeding.
"That's good." Ichibē Hyōsube made a gesture as if to draw out his Soul King's Power.
Kisuke Urahara interrupted, "Wait, I have a way to make Kūgo Ginjō and Jūshirō Ukitake into Soul King together."
If we defeat Aizen, we can replace Aizen and free Jūshirō Ukitake.
"What can we do?" Shunsui Kyōraku asked hurriedly. If possible, he didn't want his friend to die like this.
"Explaining is too complicated, let's just get started."
Kisuke Urahara then took out several more Space Capsule.
He didn't leave the key instruments and materials for creating the Soul King in the Research and Development Institute; instead, he put them into capsules beforehand, taking into account the possibility that the Research and Development Institute might be destroyed.
The world's hopes cannot be placed on the mercy or incomplete consideration of our enemies.
Ichibē Hyōsube felt his method was faster, but regardless of Ukitake's opinion, Shunsui Kyōraku would definitely intervene to stop him.
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At this critical juncture, infighting is certainly not a wise decision.
He held back and watched as Kisuke Urahara began to get to work.