In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni could feel that a layer of spiritual pressure was wrapped around the surface of his body, almost like a seal, which was suppressing his physical abilities. At the same time, he was still flying towards the distance.

However, this was not enough to completely suppress his ability to move.

"Click, click."

The whole body is tense, muscles bulge, and spiritual pressure surges.

Under this violent force, the body that had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations regained its ability to move.

"open--"

Yamamoto was like a monkey that had broken free from its chains. He struggled with his arms and suddenly tore apart the outermost restraints wrapped around his body, then suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Oh! Can you be freed so quickly?"

The familiar voice of Bingzhubu sounded from the side.

This time, Yamamoto did not hesitate any more. He grasped the hilt of the knife and pulled it out, slashing at the opposite side with all his strength, tearing a vacuum channel in the air.

"Fuzhao!"

Before the blade fell, the thick brush handle was already swung up.

When the two collided, the terrifying spiritual pressure that erupted shook the sky.

"it's useless!"

"Whether you give it your all or hide your strength!"

"Whether it's Shikai or Bankai."

"It's all in vain!"

The blade and the white pen were waving, and the figure flashed rapidly.

In such a fierce confrontation, Hyoshube Ichibei still had the energy to speak, as if he did not take Yamamoto's threat seriously at all.

"Your slashing and white-handed fighting skills are indeed excellent."

"But, so what?"

"In the millions of years of Soul Society's history, the few thousand years you've lived through are but a drop in the ocean!"

"Throughout the long history of this world, there have been many, many powerful individuals who are beyond your imagination!"

"Now the only one who can move is me, the monk!"

"You know what this means?"

Hearing this, Yamamoto Shigekuni's expression suddenly became serious.

However, he would not be persuaded by mere words.

The moment the monk uttered these words, his spiritual pressure had already risen to its peak.

"Everything is reduced to ashes!"

"Flowing blade like fire!"

The burning blade slashed down, as if to chop off the monk on the spot.

However, that extremely intense threat.

But all he got in return was an indifferent smile.

The brush in Bingzhubu's hand suddenly became extremely flexible.

The tip of the pen stained with black ink suddenly swung towards Yamamoto.

As the ink streaked across, Yamamoto's expression changed.

"Behead the name, not the flesh!"

Hyoshubu said calmly, "This is the ability of my Ichimonji."

"As long as I kill you, half of your name will be cut off."

"At the same time, half of the power will be eliminated."

He pointed his finger and said, "Now, your name is 'Yamamoto Gen'."

"This sword is called the Ryuren."

The words of the Military Chief are not empty words.

In this world, a name is something that holds power, whether it's the name of a Zanpakutō or the name of a Shinigami. If one must draw an analogy, it's more akin to the "true name" of a demon or lich, possessing a power that's akin to rules or destiny.

At this moment, Yamamoto was beheaded by the Hyoshubu because of this "name".

Reiatsu, physical strength, body.

All are only half as strong as they once were.

However, how could he succumb to such a level of power?!

Yamamoto stood there, his eyes suddenly widened:

"swastika--"

However, before he could call out the next name, he saw that Hyoshubu Kakuichibei had already given it his all, with his eyes rolled back.

The huge figure suddenly appeared in front of Yamamoto and suddenly struck him in the abdomen.

"Thousand Miles to Heaven Palm!"

"triple!"

"Get up here!"

Three diffusion shock waves that penetrated the sky and spread out in all directions.

Under the impact of this huge force, Yamamoto Gen's figure flew straight up in the air at a speed that was completely invisible to the naked eye, and soon became a tiny black dot that was difficult to see clearly.

Hyoshubu's figure caught up again, and his speed was even faster than Yamamoto Moto who was flying in front.

Until the moment it touches a barrier.

His arms suddenly tensed up and he charged forward.

next moment.

Hyoshubu and Yamamoto Moto both rushed into an independent space at the same time.

"Boom-"

Yamamoto Gen crashed onto a snow-white road, raising a large cloud of dust.

He first turned over and stood up.

But when he saw the surrounding scenery, he was stunned.

What...place is this?

And how could the concentration of spirit particles here be so high?!

For thousands of years, Yamamoto Gen has not traveled all over the Three Realms, but in fact he is not far from it.

Not to mention, such a huge amount of spirit particles, in the eyes of a strong man like him, is like the morning star in the dark night. Not to mention that it is just in the sky, even if it is separated by a world, he can probably feel it vaguely.

As if sensing his doubts, Bingzhubu landed lightly in front of him and said calmly:

"This is the Spirit King Palace."

"Ah, don't get me wrong."

"I don't mean just this palace, but..."

He said, opening his arms towards Yamamoto:

"This entire giant, independent space is part of the Soul King's Palace!"

Yamamoto Gen was stunned.

This place is different from the magnificent palace he imagined...

completely different.

Yamamoto couldn't help but ask, "What on earth is going on? Why is there almost no spiritual pressure around?"

"Spirit King, where is he again!?"

Bing Zhubu continued to smile and said, "Of course that's because... in the entire Spirit King Palace, Ermeiwu and I are the only two real 'people'."

"Ah, I know it's hard for you to understand right now, so I brought you here."

"Put the knife away."

"I don't need to fight you."

Hearing his words, Yamamoto Moto was silent at first, but still put the blade back into the sheath.

Seeing him like this, Bingzhubu turned around and casually took back the "black" from Yamamoto Moto's body.

His name was restored.

Just as the Bingzhubu had said before - there was no need for them to fight.

"Come with me."

"I'll take you to see the Spirit King."

This small action immediately made Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni unconsciously relax his frown.

The feeling of weakness that came from losing all his normal strength was not very pleasant even for him.

Besides, he had more and more questions in his mind.

Crossing the Omote-sando and passing through the sky-high palace, Hyoshubu led Yamamoto all the way to the "Ouchi-ri" where the Soul King was.

It was a four-story building floating in the air, with a cylindrical structure at both ends.

The exterior looks rather... plain.

Even closed.

This is Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's first impression.

The further you go inside, the more profound this impression becomes.

There were no guards, no messengers, no maids, and no messy and luxurious decorations.

His frown deepened.

This place doesn't look like a place where people live.

in contrast.

More like a...coffin.

Almost the moment this thought arose in my mind.

The moment when I saw the scene behind two gorgeous curtains in the deepest part of the inner palace.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's eyes suddenly widened.

It was a... giant crystal sealed on the throne.

In the center of the crystal was a corpse with all limbs severed, leaving only the torso and head.

His hair was completely black, and the center of his pupils was equally black, with star-like reflections.

Watching the world.

"W-what on earth is this..."

Yamamoto subconsciously took two steps forward, as if wanting to observe the scene in front of him from a closer distance.

However, Hyoshubu Ichibei stopped him with an unusual seriousness.

"Don't be rude." He said in a cold voice.

"Is this the Soul King?"

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni seemed not to hear his voice. For a moment, he looked at the figure sealed in the crystal in a daze.

Long before he entered Soul Society, he had imagined countless times his first meeting with the king in a million years.