Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

In short, it was very interesting.

It was like injecting new, living water into a stagnant lake.

The very existence of the moon makes everything about the future blurry.

This change reminded Him of the time millions of years ago when the Three Realms had not yet been separated.

The Hollows began to devour humanity, thus halting the cycle. If it weren't for His appearance, which ended the Hollows with the power of annihilation, all souls would have eventually become one giant Hollow, and the world would have fallen into complete stillness.

The appearance of the Spirit King brought the world back to normal.

Does the appearance of Ruyueming have a similar meaning?

"Actually, I invited you here..."

The Spirit King spoke again, but before he could finish, Ru Yueming interrupted him with a gesture.

"No need to say more, I am mortal enemies with Yhwach!"

With a resolute expression, he said, "It's either him or me; it's either me or him."

"One of us has to die!"

A thousand years ago, Yhwach launched a racial war and was nearly killed by Yamamoto Shigekuni. In order to be resurrected, he had to fall into a nine-hundred-year slumber.

With such hatred, Yhwach would naturally not let Yamamoto Shigekuni go.

Although the old man from the mountain often beat and scolded him, he was just all bark and no bite; all his skills were in his mouth.

How could one stand by and watch a loving elder be killed by an enemy?

Furthermore, Yhwach's original goal was to destroy the three realms and then create a new world without fear.

As a champion of justice, how could I allow such injustice to occur?

So there's no room for negotiation!

A slight curve appeared on the King of Spirit's face, as if he were smiling.

For some reason, Ruyueming suddenly felt that this guy's expression was a bit like Aizen's.

It gives off a smug vibe.

"I think you've misunderstood something."

The calm voice rang out again. The Spirit King looked at the young man before him and said earnestly:

"This invitation to you has nothing to do with Yhwach."

Ru Yueming's expression froze: "What does that have to do with?"

Yhwach claimed to be the son of the Soul King, and he was even prepared to kill him, yet this father doesn't care at all?

Could it be that this guy is an illegitimate child who can't be brought into the light?

"of course……"

His pupils slowly moved, and the Spirit King's voice became more somber:

"hell."

Ignoring Ru Yueming's changing expression, the Spirit King recounted the history from countless years ago.

The long, rambling speech made me drowsy, as if listening to the moonlight.

In the end, it all boils down to one sentence: the threat to the world is not Yhwach, but Hell, which exists outside the three realms.

Ru Yueming frowned.

What does this have to do with him?

If even the Spirit King couldn't solve this problem, how could he possibly handle it?

As is well known, the method of decomposing third-class spiritual particles used in the previous Soul Burial Ritual also originated from the Spirit King.

The seemingly effective methods are actually only treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

"It's okay if you don't understand."

The Soul King's lips curled into a smile. "You can write down everything I said and then repeat it to Aizen. I believe he will answer your questions."

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

If only they had said that earlier, it would have been fine. Aizen, who inherited his extraordinary wisdom, would surely have been able to analyze the Soul King's schemes and plots.

"By the way, what about Yhwach?" Asuka asked, looking up.

As soon as the words were spoken, eight pupils stared intently at Ru Yueming, and only when he felt a chill run down his spine did the Spirit King's voice continue to ring in his ears:

Can you imagine the pain of someone working a million years without a break?

Ruyueming: "?"

Although I don't quite understand what the Spirit King is saying, it sounds so tragic.

No rest all year round, for a million years.

Just hearing those words gives one a deep sense of despair.

…………

Hyōsuke Ichibei was visibly stunned when he saw Kisatsuki Akira emerge from the room unharmed.

He touched his large beard, a look of surprise on his face.

It seems that things are not quite what he expected?

Unable to reach a conclusion, the monk stepped forward, a kind smile on his face, and asked:

"Ming, what did Lord Ling King talk to you about?"

Ru Yueming gave him a deep look, smiled meaningfully, and then squeezed out two words through gritted teeth:

"secret."

The commander of the army, Ichibei: "..."

Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling?

Could it be that their conversation is related to me?

Thinking of the supreme power of the Spirit King millions of years ago, the monk shuddered inexplicably.

…………

Kylin Hall.

On the empty plaza, two figures transformed into countless streams of light, engaging in a fierce battle. Heavy spiritual pressure lingered in the battlefield, bursting forth with dazzling sparks.

"Haha, so happy!"

Kenpachi Zaraki laughed cruelly, wildly swinging his serrated longsword, golden spiritual pressure burning fiercely on his body like flames.

The last time we fought so fiercely, I was still beaten by Ruyue Ming.

Unfortunately, our captain has been busy with something lately and has rarely returned to the Eleventh Division.

Fortunately, the captain still remembered him. Although he didn't personally take action, finding such a powerful opponent to fight against was enough.

Kenpachi Zaraki said he would always remember this kindness.

Kirinji Tenjiro grinned, and the golden dagger in his hand shone brightly, like a small sun, radiating its light.

Although he didn't know where Ruyue Ming had found the monster, this guy suited his taste perfectly.

You only need to suppress some of your spiritual pressure to have a really enjoyable fight.

Feeling the terrifying force emanating from the blade, he felt a surge of enjoyment and anticipation he hadn't experienced in a long time.

This is what you call a real battle!

Kirinji Tenjiro wields the golden katana, water flowing freely over the blade.

Enjoy a relaxing sunbath in the open-air hot spring!

A giant water sphere burst forth and swallowed Kenpachi Zaraki whole.

The battle between the two intensified.

Similar scenes played out repeatedly in the Qilin Hall.

However, the others were not as monstrous as Kenpachi Zaraki, because the Spirit King Palace had an extremely high density of spirit particles, and they had already used up all their strength just by maintaining their fighting stance.

While familiarizing themselves with the pressures of the Spirit King Palace, they are also constantly strengthening themselves.

For the hardworking and warlike Eleventh Division, this place is nothing short of paradise.

There's no need to worry about getting injured; if someone is seriously injured and collapses, the guards will throw them into Kirinji Tenjiro's hellish hot springs.

The injury will heal in no time.

Then they can throw themselves back into the fray.

As the cycle repeated, Komamura Sajin felt himself growing stronger at a visible rate.

Others shared similar feelings.

Aizen and Kisuke Urahara found a secluded spot to discuss the Soul King's purpose and what to do if the Soul King didn't return.

"How about we kill that bastard, the Spirit King?"

Kisuke Urahara scratched his head, speaking out of utter disrespect without restraint.

Aizen's face darkened.

This guy has spent too much time with Ruyue Ming and has gradually been assimilated, so he's no longer of much use.

"You're a little too extreme."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi's lips twitched, revealing a sinister smile on his paint-smeared face:

"According to the information provided by Mr. Aizen, the purpose of the Soul King's existence is to maintain the stability of the three realms."

“If He is detrimental to Lord Palace Attendant, we can certainly take appropriate measures.”

"For example, completely opening the passage between the Three Realms and Hell..."

Urahara Kisuke: "..."