Death: Captain Millennium

A soldier from the Hyoshubu Department stood quietly where he was and did not make any rash moves, because he really couldn't figure out the details of this guy Lin Yu.

Recalling what just happened, Lin Yu was able to ignore the erasing ability of the Ichimonji in his hand. This was completely beyond the expectations of Bingzhubu Ichibei. This was a terrifying ability that no one in the Three Realms could resist! But Lin Yu easily resolved it as if nothing had happened.

Not only that, just now, when Lin Yu burst out with that powerful force, the entire Three Realms shook violently. This level of power has far exceeded the limit of what an ordinary Death God can possess.

"How strange! What kind of power is hidden in this kid's body?"

Hyoshubu Ichibei frowned and thought hard, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't come up with a reasonable answer to explain it all.

He also discovered that the power exuding from Lin Yu was neither the cold and sharp aura of the power of the Grim Reaper, nor the destructive and purifying qualities of the power of the Quincy, nor was it a manifestation of the power of Hollow or Fullbring.

To say this was the power of the Spirit King seemed a bit far-fetched. Although this power also emanated a terrifying pressure, its essence was completely different from the power of the Spirit King.

The power of the Spirit King possesses many magical properties, including omniscience, absolute defense, and super regeneration. However, Lin Yu's power presents a unique aura of majesty and supremacy.

"Monk, you can't do it!"

Lin Yu's sarcastic words were like a sharp knife piercing Bingzhubu Ichibei's heart. Bingzhubu Ichibei, who had finally regained some composure, was instantly enraged, his eyes widened, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Insanity!"

The monk clasped his hands together, muttering something, and radiated a powerful spiritual pressure, clearly preparing to launch another fierce attack. At this moment, something unexpected happened. He suddenly froze in place, as if under a spell of immobilization, unable to move.

At that very moment, the monk heard a familiar voice with uncanny clarity. It was the voice of the Spirit King, who had been asleep for nearly ten thousand years. The Spirit King's sudden words startled the monk so much that he momentarily forgot he was in the middle of a fierce battle.

Instinctively, the monk turned his head to look at Lin Yu. Strangely, Lin Yu didn't show the slightest bit of strange expression, as if he hadn't even noticed the Spirit King's presence. This showed that the voice was a secret transmission directed solely at the monk.

The monk's deepest feelings towards the Spirit King were extremely complex. He recalled that in ancient times, he had been one of the Spirit King's most devout and loyal followers.

Because of this, the Soul King granted him the supreme honor of being able to name everything in Soul Society. This alone was enough to demonstrate the Soul King's deep trust and reliance on him.

Later, when the Five Noble Ancestrals brutally dismembered the Spirit King, the monk chose to remain silent and watch. Although it was said that the Spirit King was willing to do so, his inaction during the process still raises suspicions.

Is the monk truly loyal to the Soul King? Or has he secretly defected to the Five Nobles? Perhaps only the monk himself can know the answer...

"what!"

Lin Yu's face was filled with surprise, his body tense, and he had already prepared himself to face the monk's violent attack. Just as he was concentrating, he was surprised to find that the monk had stopped his movements without any warning.

"Follow me! Lord Spirit King wants to see you."

The monk's face was gloomy and complicated. He stared at Lin Yu and spoke slowly. His tone seemed to contain endless helplessness and bitterness, as if he had just eaten a mouthful of disgusting shit.

"Is Lao Deng awake?"

Hearing this, Lin Yu was stunned. You know, the Soul King had been in a deep sleep. Even when Yhwach stabbed him, he didn't react at all. But now the Soul King suddenly woke up and asked to see him, Lin Yu. What was going on?

In fact, it was Lin Yu's sudden release of immortal power that attracted the attention of the sleeping Spirit King. When the majestic power emerged, the Spirit King immediately woke up from his long sleep.

At first, King Ling was hesitant about whether to summon Lin Yu. After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, he finally made the decision.

"Are you trying to trick me? Do you think you can't defeat me, so you want to use the power of the Soul King to get rid of me?"

Facing the monk's invitation, Lin Yu did not believe it easily. He looked at the person in front of him warily. After all, this kind of thing is not uncommon. Who can guarantee that the monk does not have such thoughts?

The monk didn't care whether Lin Yu believed it or not. He turned around and flew towards the inner palace of the Spirit King above. Lin Yu hesitated for a moment, but still followed the monk's footsteps.

"Go up, Lord Spirit King is up there."

The two entered the Spirit King's coffin hall and climbed the stairs. When they reached the third floor, the monk stopped.

"Aren't you coming together?"

Lin Yu looked at the monk suspiciously, feeling like he was being cheated.

"Lord Ling Wang did not allow me to come to the audience with him."

After saying this, the monk closed his eyes and began to rest.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and mobilized every bit of strength in his body. His footsteps were as light as falling feathers, and he walked slowly and carefully towards the fourth floor.

Because waiting for him on this fourth floor was the Spirit King, the most powerful boss in the show. The code name Spirit King was like a heavy mountain, weighing down Lin Yu, making him almost breathless. This kind of pressure was unprecedented for Lin Yu.

"Emperor, can you help me determine the true strength of that person above?"

Lin Yu felt uneasy. Since crossing into the world of death, he had never been so serious as he was at this moment. The people above were too powerful, forcing him to take the initiative to seek help from the Emperor of Ziwei in his inner world.

"It's just a small god in the universe!"

A moment later, the lazy voice of Emperor Ziwei sounded slowly in Lin Yu's mind. It was obvious that this high and mighty emperor did not take the Spirit King in front of him seriously.

"Oh my! Great Emperor, even if I'm just a small god in your eyes, I'm still a god after all! With my abilities, how can I compare to him..."

Hearing this, Lin Yu groaned in pain, hoping that King Ling would not suddenly attack and kill him.