Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

The pitch-black ink continued to outline until darkness covered everything!

Silence swallowed the blood and embers, and the moment the single eye opened, its indifferent gaze fixed on everyone present.

The immense pressure poured down like the sky collapsing.

The air suddenly became thick and sticky, making one feel as if they were in the deep sea, and even breathing became difficult.

This was especially evident in the less capable vice-captain.

Aizen looked surprised.

Even though I've seen it many times, I can't help but be surprised every time I see it again.

What's so great about this guy?

It's incredible that a true god would favor someone like that.

If Aizen felt this way, one can only imagine how the other captains or vice-captains felt when they witnessed this scene for the first time.

At this moment, they no longer had any doubts about the rumors circulating in Soul Society.

This Lady Kisaragi is indeed someone who can communicate with the gods.

Thin, dark shadows continued to spread, with countless branches resembling tree branches falling to the left and right of Ruyueming, as if surrounded by stars, clustering around the moon at its center.

The offerings, bound by black chains, were placed around the shadowy figures.

In an instant, both the Gillian and the fodder Void were decomposed into spiritual particles and disappeared into the shadows.

"Soul Burial Ceremony."

Ru Yueming whispered a reminder, "Boss, behind you..."

Upon hearing this, the dark figure paused for a moment, his indifferent single eye gazing deeply at Ru Yueming before slowly turning around.

next moment.

Tree-like black patterns clung to the embers after the fire, and the power of the Eye of Control erupted within them, annihilating the indivisible spiritual energy.

Just as the soul burial ritual was underway, a massive, ancient door silently appeared in the sky above...

Chapter 156 Our family can't fall behind either!

"It's...it's snowing?"

Lieutenant of the 8th Division, Yadomaru Lisa, looked up in astonishment at the fluttering "snowflakes".

It fell to the ground, into the burning embers, and onto the bodies of the people.

Soon, it spread into a gray layer.

Those are tiny dust particles, invisible to the naked eye, composed of spiritual particles with some unknown properties.

A flurry of pitch-black snowflakes.

As the shadow touched the burning embers, black snowflakes fell from the sky, like the ashes of something burned out.

It quickly covered everything in sight.

It's like backfilling the grave during a funeral, burying everything.

Sensing something amiss, the captains and vice-captains immediately went on high alert, their spiritual pressure gathering, and even Yamamoto placed his hand on the scabbard at his waist.

The wisps of heat instantly evaporated the black snow that had fallen on their bodies.

Looking at the scene before him, Ru Yueming frowned.

Although he never presided over the soul burial ceremony, he presided over similar ceremonies no less than a hundred times.

A similar situation has never occurred before.

"Then, what is that?"

A gasp rang out from the crowd, causing everyone to look up.

Above the deep, dark sky, a massive door slowly appeared, its black and red colors resembling congealed blood.

On either side of the door, huge skulls with different decorations are embedded, and twisted hands with a faint glow are deeply embedded in the door crack, as if pulling the door open to the side.

A chilling creaking sound echoed between heaven and earth, filling everyone's eardrums, like a sharp knife trying to cut open the skull and extract the brain and spinal cord.

"Door of hell?"

Yamamoto was taken aback. As a well-informed captain, he immediately recognized the door that was floating in the sky.

Throughout my thousands of years of life, I have seen the gates of hell more than once.

But I've never seen a situation like this before.

As he finished speaking, the skeletal arms on the door twisted, unleashing tremendous power in an instant, directly pulling open the gates of hell.

A massive black vortex appeared, with electric arcs and magma surging wildly within it, and a tremendous suction force emanating from the vortex.

The embers on the ground surged and transformed into a tornado, swirling and rushing into the sky and into the vortex.

However, after traveling only halfway, the shimmering black shadows transformed into a torrent, forcefully suppressing the embers, while the power of the Eye of Control frantically annihilated the captain's spirit particles that could not be decomposed.

Seeing this, the vortex seemed to get angry, and the suction force suddenly increased several times. Even the vice-captain who was watching the ceremony was affected and had to unleash his spiritual pressure to resist the powerful suction force.

"All vice-captains, leave!"

Kyoraku commanded, "Including you, Lisa!"

Lisa Yadomaru, who was standing next to him, seemed to want to say something more, but when she saw that undeniable gaze, she immediately turned her head to the side and used Shunpo to leave the scene of the festival.

The torrent of black shadows suspended in the sky and the Gates of Hell were like gladiators locked in a struggle, neither giving an inch and constantly increasing their power.

Yamamoto moved slightly, appearing beside Ruyueming, and asked in a low voice:

"So, can you explain to me what exactly is going on?"

Upon hearing this, Ruyue Ming immediately stared at her teacher with the look of someone looking at an idiot, until she was punched hard, at which point she calmed down a bit.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"The big boss wanted to steal Hell's clients, but Hell wouldn't let him, so the two started arguing."

"Now it's a matter of whose power is more unreasonable."

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto was taken aback.

Their bewildered gazes fell upon the two forces clashing in the sky, unable to comprehend Ru Yueming's words for a moment.

On the surface, it means I understand.

But what is the deeper meaning?

Why would Hell fight over these spiritual particles with spiritual pressure above level three, which cannot be degraded by Soul Society?

Did Mimihachi really confront Hell only because of a sacrificial ceremony held by Ruyueming?

For some reason, Yamamoto recalled the first time he met Mimi Haki.

The dignified Captain-Commander of the 13th Division of the Gotei 13 was almost swapped for two roasted sweet potatoes.

Fortunately, in Mimihachi's eyes, he, the captain, was more valuable than two roasted sweet potatoes; otherwise, an unprecedented and massive conflict would have erupted that day.

However, thinking about it this way, it seems that it's not impossible to fight a battle with hell for a few offerings.

Yamamoto suddenly remembered that the offerings for this Soul Burial Ritual were all captured by Akira from Hueco Mundo.

Did this kid foresee this from the very beginning?

Thinking of this, Yamamoto's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at Akira Kisaragi beside him.

But the foolish disciple was full of excitement, eager to join the battle in the sky.

Never mind, pretend I didn't say anything.

Yamamoto shook his head, refocusing his attention on the stalemate and tense standoff.

Seemingly realizing that this suction force alone was insufficient to suppress Mimihagi's power, countless thick, bluish-black arms suddenly emerged from the black vortex.

Its muscles bulged, radiating a powerful spiritual pressure, carrying the unique aura of hell, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.

The dark blue arms reached straight down, trying to tear the torrent of shadows apart and reclaim everything that belonged to them.

Seeing this, Ru Yueming was about to make a move when he suddenly found a not-so-tall figure in front of him.

The white captain's haori fluttered in the wind, and the number "one" stood out prominently.

Yamamoto, leaning on his cane, slowly opened his eyes, a wisp of golden-red flame flashing and disappearing in his pupils.

"Leave it to me."

A burst of golden-red energy erupted from the cane in his hand, instantly burning the outer layer of wood fibers into ashes, revealing the Zanpakuto hidden within.

Above the brown scabbard is an oval-shaped guard, and the deep purple hilt is gripped tightly by an old, large hand.

As a flash of cold light appeared, the temperature in the air suddenly rose.

The black snow falling from the sky was instantly evaporated, as if the afterglow of the setting sun had returned to the world, and scorching flames rose on the blade.

next moment.

An intensely hot aura erupted, and the blazing sun rose into the sky!

"Everything in the world is reduced to ashes!"

The old man gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, drew it from the bottom up, and slashed upwards. A terrifying pillar of spiritual pressure shot straight into the sky, illuminating the entire area, while a spark bloomed on it.

"Flowing blade like fire!"

The moment the words fell, crimson flames erupted from the blade, and a terrifying aura enveloped everyone's hearts.

A fiery tornado rose from the ground, transforming into a scorching heat wave tens of meters high.

Wherever the flowing blades swept past, everything turned to ashes and dust.

Amidst countless low buzzing sounds like bees, the fiery tornado roared down, its destructive aura rushing straight towards the Gates of Hell.

The intense light seemed to illuminate the world.

As Ru Yueming grinned at the exaggerated scene before him, he suddenly felt that he had a long way to go before he could beat up the old man from the mountain.