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Chapter 191 Aizen Instantly Kills the Eyed Monk

"So?" Ichigo Kurosaki asked calmly, "These Hogyoku should be enough for you to achieve what you want to do, right?"

Aizen paused, then nodded. "Enough, far too much..."

"Although the Hogyoku I created myself has not yet reached its optimal state, such a large quantity is more than enough to offset those gaps."

"Without needing anything from the outside world, the sheer quantity of Hogyoku is more than enough for me to regard it as the finest material."

"If I make a wish on it, the Hogyoku can become almost anything in the world."

"If you make a wish upon them, such a vast quantity can almost fulfill any wish."

"Whether it's acquiring special abilities, creating life, or even traveling through time..."

"Almost every wish that can be thought of can be fulfilled."

Looking up at the sky, Aizen said, "Originally, I planned to destroy a heavy spiritual land and collect enough spiritual particles and souls to create the King Key that would allow me to reach the Spirit King Palace in the sky."

“But now…” Aizen pressed the enormous jewel, too big to hold in one hand, against his forehead and closed his eyes in deep thought.

Gradually, a glimmer of light appeared in the air, and the light condensed into a huge key-like frame. The endlessly flowing liquid Hōgyoku on the ground seemed to be attracted by this frame, and as the best and most perfect material, it directly flowed into the frame, instantly condensing into a giant key that looked like it was made of white bones.

Holding the heavy key in his hand, Aizen's expression was complicated.

Looking up at the sky, he sighed, "Because he possesses power properties close to those of the Spirit King, he can unlock the key to the 72nd level of the Spirit King's Palace barrier..."

"It was so easy..."

“The King’s Key alone isn’t enough, is it?” Kurosaki Ichigo said. “Although I don’t know yet what the Soul King’s Palace looks like in the unrendered area under the effect of real-time rendering, and what it will look like as your backstory is continuously filled in.”

"But if you want to go up there, you'll still need to deal with those Zero Squads, right?"

“That’s right,” Aizen nodded, his expression slightly troubled. “The Zero Division, which guards the Soul King’s Palace, according to historical records, each member of the team had their bones and blood reshaped by the power of the Soul King, thus breaking through the original limits of a Shinigami. Each one of them is a transcendent.”

"Especially among them, there is the one known as the True Name Monk. It is said that he was a being from the same era as the Spirit King and the ancestors of the five noble families, a powerful being who has lived for a million years."

Although Aizen had planned to attack the Soul King Palace from the beginning, he hadn't originally intended to go now.

He knew very well that he couldn't possibly defeat the Zero Division before he broke through the limits of a Shinigami.

He originally planned to seize the Hogyoku created by Kisuke Urahara, the former director of the Technology Development Bureau, through a scheme. Since it was slightly different from the Hogyoku he created, he thought that by fusing the two Hogyoku, he might be able to achieve a better state and have a more perfect effect.

However, the plan has not yet been completed, and the Hogyoku belonging to Kisuke Urahara has not been obtained.

Looking at the massive amount of Hōgyoku flowing and rolling around him, he felt a headache coming on.

"These Hōgyoku are indeed enough, even too many, but it will still take some time to convert their power into real strength."

"But..." During this time, with all the captains being easily defeated, will the Zero Division become aware of this and take appropriate measures?

he does not know.

Kurosaki Ichigo suddenly spoke up: "If you're going to do it, then go ahead."

"It's just that our strength isn't enough yet, so we'll just increase it."

Immediately, Ichigo Kurosaki waved his hand, and the liquid Hogyoku, under the control of the Atomic Concerto, surged forward, completely enveloping Aizen, whose brows were slightly furrowed.

The liquid, shimmering with a strange luster, absorbed its entire body, transforming it into a humanoid form whose body shimmered with a strange luster like starlight.

"This? That's fast enough." Looking at his hands, Aizen realized that this was the Hogyoku fusion state he had anticipated, which would have taken a long time to complete.

Now, feeling that strange sensation all over his body, Aizen understood that he only needed to evolve over time, and if given a little more time, he would be able to become a Transcendent.

Give yourself enough time, and you might even become as powerful as the Spirit King!

“It doesn’t take that much time,” Ichigo Kurosaki said again. “You know yourself, right? The essence of the Hogyoku is just a special form of spirit particles, a form that can respond to wishes.”

"But the strength of your desire is not enough right now; your desire to become stronger is too weak."

Aizen's face, as clear as starlight, revealed no expression as he murmured, "Was my desire to become stronger too weak?"

Indeed, as the creator of the Hogyoku, he had a thorough understanding of its properties and could not activate its wish-granting ability without a strong enough will.

The will to become stronger is not something that can be cultivated overnight, unless one is on the verge of death.

"Unless you're on the verge of death." Ichigo Kurosaki's words echoed in his ears.

"Hmm?" As these words rang in his ears, an overwhelming sense of fear erupted within Aizen, and his body, which was gradually transforming into a new form, began to tremble involuntarily.

"Little Yusuke, come quickly to Grandma, Grandma will give you some konpeito..."

Seeing the kind old woman, Aizen, who was holding a bamboo sword, couldn't help but pause for a moment, then instinctively ran forward and happily called out, "Grandma!"

"Wait!" A frantic alarm went off in his mind. He suddenly remembered that his grandmother had been killed by a Shinigami who was testing his sword in Rukongai when he was a child!
Who exactly did I see?
"Little Yusuke, come here quickly..." The kind old man smiled and gently waved his hand, calling to his beloved grandson.

can not go!
Once you go, you can't come back!
Under the moonlit sky, the rock face glowed red, emitting a burnt, roasted meat smell.

In the center of that crimson rock wall, completely embedded in the rock, constantly scorched by the nearly melting rock, he struggled desperately in the abyss of death. The face of his grandmother calling out to him gradually faded, and Aizen barely regained a little consciousness.

An unprecedented, terrifying pain spread throughout his body; every bone, every internal organ, every inch of skin, and even any structured tissue was continuously cracking apart.

The body, which had already reached the limit of death and had undergone intangibility but had not yet reached the limit of harmony, lay limp in the deep cave in the rock wall, unable to move even half a finger.

No, to be precise, he didn't even have fingers anymore.

The terrifying force that spread throughout his body, while preserving and stimulating all his pain receptors and brain, completely shattered his entire physical structure. At this moment, he was practically a mass of tissue fluid wrapped in a layer of skin that wasn't quite completely torn.

The only intact eyeball remaining had shattered eyelids, and even the muscles that controlled the eyeball's movement were broken inch by inch. The bloody eyeball was exposed as it watched a blurry figure approaching step by step in the distance.

A muffled voice came through: "If you're willing, I wouldn't mind helping you out later."

"How did that punch taste?"

"Struggle now, or you'll be..."

He couldn't even finish hearing that sentence before his barely remaining consciousness quickly faded away. Was Aizen really going to die like this?
Suddenly, a strange, pale white liquid burst from its body, causing its tattered skin to rupture instantly.

The pale liquid, enveloping the remaining eyeballs and brain, transformed into a grotesque skull, roaring furiously with its jaws wide open.

A chilling scream suddenly erupted, and a jet-black flash shot out from the skull's mouth toward the blurry figure in the distance.

However, Ichigo Kurosaki simply waved his hand and slapped the Hollow Flash that had already torn through space, turning it into a firework on the spot.

Taking advantage of the time that was being bought off, amidst the frantic, shrill screams, the skull began to spread downwards, sprouting complete bones and frantically regenerating flesh and blood.

In less than a second, Aizen's face, filled with shock and anger, reappeared, revealing his bones, internal organs, muscles, and skin.

This is the power of the void, a power called super-fast regeneration!

This regenerated body has strange white patterns on its skin, which are the bone surfaces of the void!

A near-perfect form!
Furthermore, the Zanpakuto Kyoka Suigetsu, which turned to dust under a single punch, transformed into a mark with a strange charm, like a mirror, radiating patterns outwards from its chest.

A single punch, a mere moment of near-death experience, fueled Aizen's will to survive, allowing him to achieve a perfect Hollowfication state, and even his Zanpakuto merged into his body.

After his body was reconstructed, Aizen was almost stunned by the seemingly endless power emanating from his body.

He looked at his hand, flicked his fingers lightly, and space began to tear apart. "I never imagined I could become this powerful?"

"This isn't your limit yet, take another punch..." A calm voice rang in my ear.

An even more terrifying, stronger, and unimaginably powerful sense of oppression than before caused Aizen's newly reconstructed body to tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, every inch of Aizen's perfect, godlike body sprouted eyes and mouths, his eyes constantly looking around, and every mouth emitting frantic screams.

Every inch of flesh was writhing madly, growing tiny hands and feet, growing wings, as if it wanted... no, it wanted to struggle to escape from this body immediately, to escape the threat of death!

The Atomic Concerto resounded once more, followed by another unremarkable punch, aimed directly at the chest.

Aizen stared with his dark eyes, his face contorted in a terrifying grimace, desperately crossing his arms in front of his chest to try and block the punch.

In that instant, all the flesh and blood that had been writhing and desperately trying to escape became docile amidst his desperate screams, giving it their all and squeezing out every last drop to block this attack.

Boom boom boom...

Under the moonlight, Aizen's powerful and perfect, godlike body splashed onto the rock wall with a soft splatter, like a tattered rag soaked with water...

……

After a long while...

Aizen trembled all over, like a Parkinson's patient, as he desperately scrambled to his feet and struggled toward the endlessly surging cube of liquid Hogyoku.

With a thud, he couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed directly into the liquid Hōgyoku. His nearly withered body absorbed the power of the Hōgyoku like parched land receiving rain, undergoing another reorganization.

Ichigo Kurosaki's voice came from the side: "You've basically reached your current limit."

"If you want to do something, then do it."

Raising his hand and looking at Ichigo Kurosaki's palm, Fang Zheng said, "At this time, Ichigo Kurosaki should be sleeping, so I'll take him back first..."

After saying that, he took a step forward, tearing space apart, and Ichigo Kurosaki returned to his ruined home. With a tap of his toes, the ruined house spontaneously collapsed and reassembled.

"Huh?" Standing in front of his house, Kurosaki Ichigo suddenly snapped out of his daze. He looked at his hands and muttered, "What did I just do?"

……

Unwilling to think about anything or do anything, with his mind completely blank, Aizen lay down in the liquid Hogyoku without any manners, letting his body endlessly absorb more and more Hogyoku. Although it was a wasteful act, he was too lazy to care anymore.

However, when he wanted to rest, he had new visitors.

With a muffled thud, a strange object, resembling a rocket, plummeted from the sky and crashed not far away.

Several figures emerged from within. The leader was a tall, stout, and obese monk with a bald head, thick eyebrows, a beard reaching his chest, a broad nose, a large red rosary, a white haori, and red eyes.

The being known as Hyosube Ichibei, who was also given the name Eye Monk by the Spirit King and later changed his real name to Monk, frowned as he looked at the Hōgyoku flowing all over the ground, and then looked coldly at Aizen, who was lying motionless in the liquid Hōgyoku.

He said coldly, "Kurosaki Ichigo and Aizen, right? They caused a lot of trouble when we weren't paying attention."

"Dye it black! Ichimonji!" He shouted the liberation phrase, and the next moment, a strange blade shaped like a calligraphy brush appeared in his hand.

He raised his sword, pointing it directly at Aizen. Hyosube Ichibei's eyes turned pure white, radiating an inhuman aura. "Ignorant brat who dared to lay a hand on the Soul King, pay the price for your ignorance..."

boom!
Aizen lazily raised his hand and gently clenched it.

Hyosube Ichibei, in the background story, is from the same era as the Soul King and the five great noble ancestors. He has lived for a full million years and has been protecting the Soul King. He can be called the true King of Death...

It just shattered into a pile of mangled flesh on the spot.

(End of this chapter)