Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

A deafening explosion rang out above the ruins, and the violent impact, like a gale, wantonly obliterated the dilapidated buildings, crushing everything in sight into dust.

It was as if the whole world was engulfed in turmoil.

A hurricane suddenly rose from the ground, sweeping up smoke and dust. Aizen's unharmed figure appeared amidst it all, calmly adjusting his glasses.

With each step, Parallel Aizen appeared before him, raising his left index finger and speaking in a calm voice.

"Hado No. 91: Senju Kyoten Taipa".

The immense spiritual pressure, like a vast ocean, condensed instantly, igniting a scorching cherry-colored flame in front of them. In just a moment, it burned away completely, transforming into beams of light capable of distorting space, hovering to the left and right.

At this moment, the azure sky turned cherry blossom red, as if the sun was setting and dusk was approaching.

A roar erupts from the fingertips, a sense of awe arises spontaneously, and it strikes the heart of everyone.

Everyone looked up at the sky in fear, at the apocalyptic scene, and even their breath caught in their throats.

Faced with this scene, Aizen's lips curled up, and white light emanated from his pupils. A spiritual pressure as if the sky were collapsing descended, piling up layer after layer.

In an instant, a million layers of spiritual pressure formed a shield radiating colorful light, blocking the way.

One million shims.

Compared to the million shields released when the Hogyoku was first fused, the defensive strength of the current million shields has far surpassed that of the fully chanted Danku.

Therefore, it is no problem to withstand a single shot from Hollow 91.

The Thousand Hands Heavenly Cannon erupted with a deafening roar, its flames shooting into the sky and transforming into a cross of light that obliterated everything in sight, relentlessly eroding the layers of spiritual pressure shields.

While they were at each other's throats, a Zanpakuto gleaming with a cold light suddenly appeared behind the Million Shield and in front of Aizen, its materialized spiritual pressure erupting instantly.

The No. 91 Breakthrough was merely a feint; the real killing move was only now being revealed.

However, just as the blade was about to fall, an ordinary index finger blocked it.

when! !

Under Aizen's astonished gaze, his Zanpakuto slashed fiercely at Aizen's finger.

But not a single drop of blood was shed.

It was as if the blow had struck steel or some other metal; the highly anticipated strike was simply deflected with ease.

Aizen's lips curled slightly, and his index finger slowly bent, resting on the blade of Kyoka Suigetsu.

The heavy spiritual pressure burst forth, causing the ground to groan in agony as it was overwhelmed, and cracks spread throughout the ruins.

Boom! ! !

The ripples spread outwards from the center of their contact, like pebbles falling into water, with concentric circles spreading across the battlefield.

Wherever the impact passed, buildings collapsed and boulders were shattered.

Kyoraku Shunsui, who had been slacking off, suddenly changed his expression. He mustered his remaining spiritual pressure, stood in front of the wounded, and released the Dangaku Binding Path to block the aftershocks.

"It's over, Aizen."

Aizen's calm voice rang out, his indifferent gaze piercing Aizen's heart like a sharp sword.

"Your strength is so weak that your every move is under our control."

"As you said before, this is nothing but a boring farce."

"We are not on the same level at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless cracks appeared on his pure white body, and scalding blood erupted like a fountain, instantly staining Aizen's body red.

Aizen released his Zanpakuto, and Parallel Aizen staggered backward, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He knew there was a gap between the two sides, but he never expected the gap to be this large.

This feeling was just like the gap between him, Komamura Sajin, and Kurosaki Ichigo back on Sōkyū Hill.

With just a light swing of the knife, the opponent can be completely eliminated.

The pure white shell was stained with sticky blood. The once invincible Aizen was now only a pathetic figure, his facial features distorted.

Aizen raised his right index finger, and a jagged blue-purple light once again condensed at his fingertip.

The moment the sphere of light took shape, a beam of light swept through space, instantly piercing through Parallel Aizen's body, and the explosive power poured into it.

Only when a large amount of blood flowed from his chest did Aizen belatedly realize what was happening and instinctively reached out to touch his chest cavity.

However, the fingers did not touch the flesh and blood, but went straight through the chest.

Looking down, a huge hole appeared in his chest cavity, from which blood gushed out continuously.

For a moment, his breath became extremely weak.

Kisuke Urahara stared in disbelief at the scene, his expression contorted in a grimace, so much so that he didn't even notice his fisherman's hat falling off his head.

The power difference between the two Aizens is far too great.

He thought that even if the two sides couldn't be evenly matched, they could at least fight for three to five rounds.

The best-case scenario is a lose-lose situation, which would allow the Soul Society to reap the benefits.

But now it seems that the threat level of Aizen in my world is far less than that of another Aizen.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of worry.

If we assume that Aizen from the other world isn't like that brainless brute, and doesn't harbor goodwill towards this world...

Therefore, he needs to take countermeasures.

Once Aizen of his own world is defeated, even if he cannot withstand the enemy's malice, he must have a means to fight against and match it.

Kisuke Urahara took a few deep breaths and, taking advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the two Aizens, quietly left the spot.

"One heart."

"Ok?"

Kisuke Urahara looked at the middle-aged man with a scraggly beard in front of him and said seriously:

"The plan continues."

"We don't know whether Aizen's intentions are good or bad, but just in case, we should activate the backup plan."

"If the other side attacks us, we can put up a final resistance."

Upon hearing this, Kurosaki Isshin's face immediately showed difficulty, his eyes filled with conflict, and he hesitated before saying:

"But Ichigo..."

Kisuke Urahara sighed, "Don't worry too much. Even if you lose your Shinigami powers, there are ways to recover them."

"You should know that Ichigo is not an ordinary Shinigami."

Kurosaki Isshin nodded and didn't say anything more.

Although I feel sorry for my son, we can't afford to let him down at this crucial moment. If anything goes wrong, they and the whole world will face utter disaster.

Kurosaki Isshin approached Kurosaki Ichigo, who was engrossed in watching the drama unfold, and explained Urahara Kisuke's analysis in detail, also informing him of the Shiba family's secret technique—

The final crescent moon strike.

Kurosaki Isshin crossed his arms in front of him and said with a serious expression.

"That's how things are; the choice is yours."

Kurosaki Ichigo lowered his head, lost in thought. After a moment, he raised his head, his gaze becoming particularly firm.

"Dad, I want to learn!"

Kurosaki Isshin smiled and punched Kurosaki Ichigo on the shoulder.

The two then opened the portal, took the items that Kisuke Urahara had prepared in advance, and officially entered the Dankai.

…………

"Ahhhhh!!"

The intense pain emanating from his chest ravaged Aizen's sanity; his long brown hair danced wildly behind him, and he appeared completely mad.

The next moment, a huge beam of light shot straight into the sky, instantly obliterating the thick clouds overhead and illuminating the entire sky above the ruined Karakura Town.

Aizen watched everything with great interest, his smile growing increasingly pleased.

The beam of light shattered, and the butterfly emerged from its cocoon.

Parallel Aizen appeared before the world in a completely new form, with three pairs of huge white butterfly wings on his back and a hollow chest inlaid with Hogyoku.

On his forehead, a crack slowly opened, and an eye emerged from it.

Aizen gazed indifferently ahead, a smile returning to his face, as arrogant as a god.

"I should thank you, my other self."

"Evolution is often accompanied by fear, and just as death was approaching, I finally became..."

"An existence that transcends both Shinigami and Hollows!"

Chapter 303 Forehand and Backhand Instructions

"Congratulations on that."

Aizen's lips curled up, his face showing a mixture of anticipation and joy.

As one of the developers of the Hogyoku, no one knows its capabilities and potential better than him.

When it was first developed, the hope was to break through the boundaries of the Grim Reaper's soul and thus reach a higher realm.

As he predicted, the Hogyoku achieved this effect perfectly.

However, with the addition of Kisuke Urahara and a deeper exploration of the Hogyoku, Aizen discovered that the true power of the Hogyoku was to materialize and realize one's inner desires.

To use someone's words, it's an all-powerful wish-granting machine.

Of course, the prerequisite for realizing your wish is that you have the potential or ability to do so.

Strictly speaking, the Hogyoku is more like a transformative machine that can convert its potential into something tangible.

Driven by Aizen's intense desire for power, the Hogyoku granted his wish, allowing him to evolve continuously in a short period of time, even breaking through the limits of his own soul and entering the ranks of the Beyonders.