I'm really not the number one slacker in Soul Society.

"Leave it to me."

After speaking to Aizen, Mima grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar and casually unleashed a lightning bolt to wake him up. Before he could even react to what had happened, she glared at him with her mental beacon.

A moment later, he exited the guy's mental world, gagged with a disgusted expression, and then used the secret technique taught to him by Shikatori Hakunsai, the Amnesia Hand Chop, to strike the back of the guy's neck, knocking him unconscious. He then sent the guy back to his previous position, arranging him in a walking posture, and finally woke him up.

In this way, he would only feel that he stumbled while walking, without noticing anything unusual.

"Is this some kind of memory probe?" Aizen asked. "It might be better for me to infiltrate the area rather than let him go back."

“It’s just a trivial skill.” Mi Zhen shrugged. “But we didn’t find any particularly valuable information… We shouldn’t have targeted the old man from the Wencang family earlier.”

Aizen did not answer the second question.

Because this guy's life was so pathetic, Mi Zhen really had no desire to kill him.

The memory he just saw can basically be summarized as "The Life of a Dog." The general plot is about a person who was raised like a dog in the Tsunayo family since childhood, and who grew up to be grateful. It's a perfect example of how people were turned into ghosts in the old society. It's extremely tragic, and there's not much serious information about it.

This guy isn't like Fumikura Jiro, who's just a disgusting bastard. He's already been oppressed badly by the Tsuna-Yayo family, so he's no threat anyway. Let's just let him go.

The eight people maintaining the barrier here, apart from Ayakura Jiro, are all working-class people who know nothing about the specifics. They received orders from the head of the Tsuna family yesterday morning to come here and release the barrier to surround the wooden house where Shihouin Hyakugetsu is staying, in order to prevent her whereabouts from being revealed.

Hyakugetsu Shihouin would sleepwalk every two hours. As long as he used the talisman borrowed from the Shihouin family to conceal his aura, he wouldn't be discovered. Therefore, this mission wasn't very dangerous. Once they received the retreat order from the Seireitei, they could remove the barrier and leave.

—The above remarks are from Ayakura Jiro, but he has now been completely devoured.

So it's basically all nonsense.

After giving Aizen this information, the two of them had nothing else to do for the time being, so they used the barrier techniques they had just learned to re-enter the barrier and busy themselves with things that interested them.

Aizen began studying the "Soul King's Torrent" writhing on the ground, while Yama began using the Mind Beacon on the barrier maintainers one by one.

Opportunities to exploit illusions like this won't come often, so I must enjoy myself to the fullest.

Anyway, things will turn around soon, because the project manager here, Fumikura Jiro, is dead, and the Tsuna Yayo family will definitely send aid.

After all that effort, they still hadn't found any real information.

The seven people present were indeed just ordinary workers following orders. They wasted a lot of Mima's spiritual pressure using the Mind Beacon, but the result was not much different from the first time.

He was so angry that he almost wanted to chop them up and throw them into the cabin as animal feed.

After sighing, Mima walked to the side of the wooden house with her hands in her pockets and watched as Aizen squatted down on the ground to examine the black patterns.

He walked up and glanced around, discovering that the wooden house was actually riddled with holes, allowing a direct view into the interior.

Mizhen peeked over and then immediately shook her head and pulled back.

Naked, Shihouin Hyakutsuki was curled up inside, her eyes closed, just like an ordinary girl fast asleep.

It's fortunate that she didn't develop double pupils when she got up for a walk earlier, otherwise Mima definitely wouldn't have dared to get so close.

To be honest, if we disregard the actual age difference, this scene would have been enough to call the FBI.

Two grown men are watching a young woman's naked body and secretions (?).

It's as if he suddenly transformed from a shrewd chess player into a lewd man frequently seen in police interrogation rooms...

With a try-it-out mentality, Mima manipulated her watch face a few times, and then began to look for something nearby that could be used as a target for the historical retracing spell.

The result, however, made his pupils shrink.

—The wooden house, and the “Spirit King’s Torrent” wriggling on the ground.

Mizhen gasped.

Although this thing originated from a piece of equipment called "Suzhan Qionghu", it wouldn't be wrong to call it an inanimate object, but Mizhen never expected that it could actually release historical retrospection.

He originally just wanted to try it on the log cabin, but it turned out to be such a big surprise.

But this surprise seemed a little too big, making Mima hesitant to try it.

After all, it is the power of the Spirit King... and the Spirit King himself had a conversation with Mi Zhen across millions of years.

That scene was truly terrifying, and he really didn't want to experience it a second time unless absolutely necessary. He was genuinely afraid of being slapped to death by a deity millions of years later for doing something to displease them...

The reason why we don't use historical rewind on the Divine Sword is precisely for this reason.

But this trip might allow him to complete the mission directly—after all, he needs to know why Shihōin Hyakugetsu accepted the Spirit King's Flow, and what method is there that would be faster than directly looking at the history of the Spirit King's Flow.

Fortune favors the bold, let's do it!

Otherwise, it would be very difficult to complete this task within seven days.

“Aizen Sousuke.” Mima crouched down, reaching out to touch the writhing black shadow on the ground, and said, “I’ll be right back.”

"Ok?"

Before Aizen could react, he turned into a white light and disappeared from the spot.

.............................................

Mima took her seat in the movie theater.

A progress bar was slowly advancing on the screen.

He took two deep breaths, then casually conjured two iron balls in his hands, playing with them as a way to relieve stress.

As long as the Spirit King's face doesn't appear on the screen, anything is fine.

Soon, the progress bar finished, and images gradually appeared on the screen.

—A calm male face.

"You're really coming?!"

Mi Zhen's lips twitched twice, then she squeezed the iron ball in her hand hard, sighed and said to the Spirit King on the screen, "If you have something to say, please just say it, at least don't scare me when I'm not prepared."

But King Ling ignored him.

It was only then that Mi Zhen realized the problem.

The Spirit King's gaze was off.

Unlike the last time I saw him, he now resembled an emotionless clay puppet, shrouded in a blue glow, as if...

Then, the camera zooms out.

Mi Zhen suddenly realized.

At this moment, the Spirit King was sealed in a piece of amber-shaped blue transparent crystal. His limbs were gone, and his abdomen was ripped open and empty, but there was no blood. He looked like a lifelike puppet.

The camera continues to zoom out.

A sinister-looking man with long green hair stood in front of the table, a broken knife stuck in front of him, and on the table lay a horrifying... mutilated limbs.

Left hand, right hand, left leg, right leg, heart, liver, lungs... Although these things had left the main body, they were still trembling incessantly. If they hadn't all been enveloped and suppressed by a strange green light, they probably would never have remained on this table.

In addition, there were numerous black shadows with eye patterns lingering on the ground, but nowhere to go.

The sinister man's face was flushed with a sickly redness.

He laughed so hard he could barely breathe, like every ambitious schemer who had succeeded in his plot, expressing the exhilaration of his grand plan finally coming to fruition with such extreme emotion.

"Spirit King, oh Spirit King." He looked with pity at the human stick sealed in the blue crystal. "So what if you are omniscient and omnipotent? Before my Annihilation Mirror Scripture, you can only fall into silence, can you?"

Then came a series of taunts, the gist of which were basically "I've finally made it" and "You old bastard, you're the most useless one," both incredibly low-class phrases, leaving Mi Zhen completely dumbfounded.

This is the ancestor of the Tsunayoshiro family whom I have met before, "Tsunayoshiro Mito". What is happening now should be the legendary story of the ancestor Tsunayoshiro secretly backstabbing the Spirit King who was maintaining the three realms, cutting off his four limbs and dispersing his power.

Mima initially thought this child was terrifying enough to commit such heinous acts, but after hearing the Spirit King's opinion, he began to think that Tsunayoshi's ancestors and descendants were all mentally unstable.

I know your noble ancestors were "Transcendent Ones," but the Spirit King is a fucking creator god! What good is surpassing the limits of the Grim Reaper? What makes you so confident? That damn "Mirror of Annihilation"?

Mima sighed and continued watching with the mindset of watching a clown.

Sure enough, not long after, an accident occurred—

The Spirit King's body parts trembled more and more violently, especially his left hand, which represented "advancement," and his heart, the most important internal organ. The green light that bound them gradually retreated with each tremor. Before long, these two parts broke free of the green light and, along with his right leg, transformed into streams of light and rushed out of the hall-like room.

It disappeared into the infinitely high and distant sky.

Tsunayo Mito suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

Chapter 105: Another Conversation with the Spirit King

Even the fragments couldn't be suppressed. Seriously, how many pills did you take to be sure you'd really crippled the Spirit King?

Then, the black shadows that had been lingering on the ground suddenly surged up, rushing towards Mito Tsunayoshiro like a tidal wave. Upon seeing this, he also drew his sword with all his might and slashed a few times. It must be said that his sword was indeed powerful; it could instantly obliterate a large part of the Soul King's torrent upon contact. However, due to the sheer number of black waves surging up, he was only able to withstand the first few waves of attacks before he was enveloped and slammed to the ground.

Then, he fainted without moving.

Mima: "..."

"Let me offer a defense: Mitsudou is actually quite strong. He ended up in this state because he used up too much power when he cut off my limbs."

At this moment, the Spirit King, who was sealed inside the crystal, suddenly spoke.

"?!"

Mizhen was startled, and her hands instinctively tightened, instantly crushing the two smooth, round iron balls into a thin pancake.

"What's wrong?" the Spirit King said calmly. "I can't just speak when Yu Dou just 'killed' me, that would be too disrespectful to him."

“Strictly speaking, I think you’re being disrespectful to him just as much as you are now…” Mi Zhen sighed. “What advice do you have this time?”

“It’s rare to meet,” said the Spirit King. “I’m about to go millions of years without being able to talk to anyone, so I naturally have to make the most of this time to chat—otherwise, I’ll only be able to see some excitement when Kurosaki Ichigo comes to the Spirit King’s Palace.”

"..."

Mi Zhen raised her hand and rubbed her temples: "This kind of trouble is too advanced. Forgive me, a mortal who hasn't even lived a hundred years, for not being able to understand it."

“Then let’s talk about something more mundane.” The Spirit King nodded readily. “Aren’t you dealing with a part of my ‘emotions’ right now? The Shihouin family’s children haven’t taken good care of it. If you’re interested, it’s fine to give it to you.”

"mood?"

"It's what you all call 'the Spirit King's Torrent,'" the Spirit King said. "It's essentially a kind of 'spiritual pressure containing emotions,' like the one you're facing right now, which represents part of my 'anger.'"

Mima frowned and said somewhat speechlessly, "I thought you wouldn't show any obvious biases... or anything like that."

"Why?" The Spirit King smiled and said, "Although everyone calls me a god, I am not a mindless creation like a clay or wooden puppet. I can think like a human and have emotions like a human—like the subtle guilt you feel when you steal a moment of leisure. Although it is very rare, it does exist, doesn't it?"

“There’s no need to give such a down-to-earth example…” Mi Zhen’s lips twitched twice. “You said you would let me keep that part of ‘emotions,’ but I don’t know what it’s for, let alone how to obtain or use it. You see…”

The Spirit King replied, "It's simple, I'll just tell you directly from my side."

Mi Zhen nodded: "I'd like to hear the details."