Naruto's Journey to Training

Just as everyone in the New World was preparing for the end of the year.

The affairs of the underworld are slowly coming to an end, and with the addition of Squad Zero, the underworld has also begun to stabilize.

At this time in the Soul King Palace, Madara and Hashirama stood in front of the crystal and looked at the Soul King who was in a deep sleep, and behind them stood the members of Squad Zero and the captain of Squad 13, Yamamoto Ryugensai.

Ban took a close look at the Spirit King who had been cut into a human stick, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

"Is this the existence you believe in? How cruel! He saved the world by himself, but ended up like this!"

The members of Team Zero had different expressions.

"We have no choice but to do this!" Monk Yan explained awkwardly.

"As a wedge to stabilize the three realms, we have to do this!"

"Haha, maybe that's true, but from the end of the Spirit King, we can see that the so-called stability of the Three Realms is built on selfishness and sin. Such a world is really nothing to watch!"

After saying that, Madara turned around and looked at the members of Team Zero and Team Toba 13.

"You are very lucky. If the underworld was not short of manpower, the underworld would never have authorized you to be a priest for such a selfish bunch of people like you.

So you must cherish it, and don't let me see any of you dereliction of duty. The underworld is not Soul Society, and I believe you should all understand the punishments that the underworld imposes on sinners!"

Hearing Madara's frosty words, everyone in the Soul King Palace shuddered.

"Yes! Lord Yama!"

Monk Yan quickly took the lead and answered respectfully, after being severely beaten by the underworld.

Now they no longer have the pride they once had, and facing Madara's ridicule and taunts, they can only endure it silently.

"Alright! Bring these so-called spirits and royal families back to the underworld to be judged. I hope that their souls can be as noble as their status."

After saying this, Madara walked towards the outside of the Soul King Palace regardless of the ugly faces of the Soul Squad.

At this time, a large number of ruined buildings and bloodstains can be seen outside the palace. It is obvious that the process of the underworld's invasion of the Spirit King's Palace is not so peaceful.

At this time, a large group of elves and royal families were kneeling in neat rows outside the hall.

Looking at the spots coming out of the Soul King Palace, they looked like man-eating beasts.

“Evil guys, I don’t know why you invaded the Palace of the Spirit King and imprisoned our spirits and royal family.

But no matter what, this world is under our protection, you shouldn't do this to us!"

An old Eldar wearing a white robe and with gray hair on his temples knelt on the ground and spoke loudly.

Madara's forward steps paused slightly.

"Oh... you mean, we in the underworld should still worship you highly? But do you really deserve it?"

Madara looked at the Eldar who spoke, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Are you really the ones protecting this world? Isn't it the broken body that you sealed in the crystal? You guys are really good at flattering yourselves!"

When the old elf heard what Madara said, his old face instantly turned red and he could only look at Madara with resentment.

However, Madara did not want to pay too much attention to these guys. After all, when they appeared in the Soul King Palace, they were quite arrogant, almost like the Celestial Dragons in the world of One Piece.

Madara winked at the ghost officials standing nearby, and they reacted immediately.

Looking at the guy who was still disrespectful to Yan Luo, he took out the soul-beating whip without hesitation and hit him in the face.

A shrill howl was heard, and the elder of the spirit race immediately passed out from the pain his eyes turned white.

The other elves and royals trembled all over and immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Madara.

Even if they hate it with gnashing teeth.

Seeing this, Madara almost nodded to the ghost, and his figure flashed back to the underworld.

At this time in the Soul King Palace, Hashirama saw Madara leaving and lightly punched the crystal that sealed the Soul King.

In an instant, the crystal that sealed the Spirit King cracked into dense cracks.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the Zero Squad members behind them trembled. They wanted to stop it, but they thought about how terrifying the man in front of them was.

Everyone hesitated.

It is obvious that the underworld is not planning to seal the Spirit King again.

However, they were extremely worried that after the Soul King revived, he would come after their Zero Squad to settle accounts.

Even though it wasn't their Squad Zero that ambushed and sealed the Soul King, they were the ones who had been imprisoning the Soul King the entire time!

Moreover, once the Spirit King revives, as a wedge to stabilize the Three Realms, this world will really not riot.

As everyone felt uneasy, the crystal that sealed the Soul King completely shattered.

The Spirit King, whose eyes were originally dull, suddenly had a gleam of light, and he woke up from tens of thousands of years of slumber.

The Soul King looked around in confusion, and finally fixed his sight on Hashirama.

"Who are you........"

Hashirama smiled at the Soul King.

"Hello! You are free!"

The Soul King gradually regained his memory and looked at Hashirama's gentle smile, his eyes were calm.

"Could it be that this world has found a new wedge and no longer needs me?"

As the omniscient and omnipotent Spirit King of this world, he can clearly see the fate of all the Death Gods present.

However, he could not predict the fate of the person in front of him, which made his dead heart beat slightly.

He did not ask those people in Soul Society why they imprisoned him and treated him like this.

Because he had already predicted everything, and in order to stabilize the world, the kind-hearted him never resisted from beginning to end.

Hashirama shook his head slightly.

"From now on! This world no longer needs any wedges. Your mission is over, so follow me! To a world that will treat you kindly."

Hashirama's voice was very gentle, as if he was comforting a wounded person.

After truly understanding this noble soul in front of him who possessed great power but was willing to sacrifice himself for the world, Hashirama felt a sense of mutual respect.

This is also why Madara left and let Hashirama handle the matter, because he couldn't say such gentle words.

The Spiritual King remained silent.

"I...can I really be treated kindly? You won't be afraid of my power!"

The Spirit King's tone was a little hesitant. From the moment he was born, people were protected by his powerful strength and believed in him fanatically.

As time went by, people gradually began to fear and dread his god-like power.

Gradually he became more and more lonely. Being able to see through the future, he already knew what his ending would be.

He also tried to change it, but countless results told him that only his death could bring stability to the world.

So when the ancestor of Tsunayashiro, one of the five great nobles, ambushed him, he chose to give up struggling.

Since everyone is so afraid of him, he will just do as they wish. He doesn't want to see this world full of hostility towards him again for a moment.

However, now, the seemingly unchanging fate seems to have fluctuated.

Suddenly, there is something in this world that I cannot understand, as if... as if...

The Spirit King's eyes gradually brightened.

"It seems to have become a little interesting."

Sometimes omniscience is not a gift; being able to foresee the future at a glance can make people numb.

Only the unknown can bring a glimmer of expectation.

"Of course, we can be friends if you want!"

The Soul King looked at the smile on Hashirama's face, and a hint of emotion appeared on his numb face.

"Friends! That's great!"

After saying this, he felt a little nervous again.

"Will I scare you like this? Wait for me for a moment!"

After saying this, a powerful spiritual energy burst out from the Spirit King's body.

In an instant, an intense blue beam of light directly penetrated the three realms.

The limbs of the Spirit King, which were originally scattered around the world by the four great nobles, began to vibrate, and the faces of some creatures that relied on his organs to survive began to change drastically.

"No!"

Several unwilling voices were heard in every corner, and then they all transformed into the purest spirit particles and gathered towards the Spirit King Palace.

In the shadows of Soul Society.

An open plain area, covered with scattered buildings, forming more than a dozen prosperous towns.

Beyond these towns, at the end of the plain, stands a huge and majestic icy palace, magnificent and towering.

At this time, in the palace, on an icy throne, sat a tall man with long black hair and beard, a deep and fierce face, red pupils, three silver medals on each collar, and a crimson cloak.

The man's eyes, which were originally slightly closed, suddenly opened.

"How is it possible? How could he be resurrected?"

There was a hint of disbelief in Yhwach's trembling voice, and he looked at the sky outside the window in horror. It was as if his sight was passing through the shadow world and looking at what was happening in Soul Society.

In his sight, he saw a large number of spirit particles gathering together in a ball of blue light. A man with a mysterious look walked out of the blue light intact.

But when I could really see the man's face, all the images disappeared completely in an instant.

"Asshole! How can you survive!"

A furious roar shook the entire territory of the Invisible Empire.

All the extermination masters present here looked towards the frozen palace.