Bleach: From the moment I was invited by Squad Zero.

The young Grim Reaper before them shattered their original ideas and their confidence in the most direct and brutal way.

For Liuchuan, this was an extremely simple matter.

Although the Kyuto is a manifestation of the laws of the severing boundary of spacetime, in the final analysis, it is still an energy body composed of spiritual particles.

Any being that is an energy entity is susceptible to being defeated by a more powerful energy. For him, who has already broken through the boundaries of death, a mere Jutu is nothing to worry about.

Chapter 244 The Mysterious Girl

Seeing that Kokutoku had been crushed by Yanagawa's spiritual pressure, the members of the Ryudoji family, who were hiding in the shadows, instinctively turned around and ran wildly into the depths of the broken world.

They darted quickly through the passageway, like startled mice desperately fleeing to any safe place they knew of.

They had only one thought in their minds: to quickly return to Jiaogu, to the side of their patriarch. Only there could they possibly have a chance to survive and escape the terrible death.

They didn't know that Liuchuan had sensed their presence from the very beginning.

Since entering the rift, Yanagawa's spiritual pressure perception has formed an invisible net, enveloping the surrounding environment.

Every move, spiritual pressure fluctuation, and change in location of the Ryudoji retainers lurking in the shadows will be detected by Yanagawa.

If they wanted to chase, with Liu Chuan's speed and strength, he could catch up with them in the blink of an eye; these people simply couldn't escape.

However, he did not do so. Liu Chuan knew that they were all pawns. Rather than killing them all, he would rather let them lead him to their lair and find the real mastermind.

So he followed the fleeing Ryudoji family members at a leisurely pace, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

It was as if they weren't tracking an enemy, but rather taking a routine walk.

At the same time, Ryudoji Genryu and Tsunayoshi Tokinada also received news from their retainers that the Kokutoku had been destroyed and that Yanagawa was moving towards Kagaya.

Ryudoji Genryu's gaze was solemn as he slowly spoke:

"As expected of a member of the Zero Division, even the Kouta couldn't do anything to him. That's the manifestation of the Law of the Severing Boundaries, the Severing Boundaries Cleaner, which our Ryudoji family spent over a thousand years barely figuring out how to control."

He simply shattered it with his spiritual pressure... Such power truly deserves the title of the strongest Shinigami. It seems this battle will not be easy.

Tsuna stood to the side, his face showing no surprise or worry, only a calm smile.

He stroked the head of Hikoya Usumi beside him, his tone very calm, as if he had expected this:

"As expected, a mere 'jutu' is of little use and is completely incapable of dealing with Liuchuan."

I never expected to be able to take him down with something like that. It would be surprising if a member of the Zero Division, the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society, were killed by a mere guillotine.

He paused, a cold expression flashing in his eyes, his words carrying the air of a hunter seeing his prey fall into a trap:

"And look, isn't he heading in our direction? If he leaves the Dankai and returns to Soul Society or the Human World, we won't have any way to deal with him."

Given his strength and status as a member of the Zero Division, finding and ambushing him across the entire world would be incredibly difficult, yet he still managed to catch up with him.

Turning around, he gazed at the gray sky outside the window and the swarm of spirits floating in the air, his smile deepening, as if he could already foresee the impending victory:

"This place will be his burial site."

After a moment of silence, Ryudoji Genryu slowly nodded.

The same resolute look appeared in his eyes; having staked the future of the Ryudoji family on this, there was no turning back.

Following the panicked Ryudoji members, Liuchuan passed through the last narrow passage and entered this extremely special space.

He looked around at the gray sky, the thick fog, and the faint, distant sound of sobbing.

There was a rotten smell in the air, and it was very heavy, as if every breath carried the resentment and sorrow that had been suppressed for thousands of years.

Yanagawa was not surprised by the existence of Kyoya.

While there are few records of the Dangai in the Soul Society's records, there are still some scattered descriptions of the Kageya, a special space formed by resentment and lost souls.

He just didn't expect that someone would choose this place as a base and operate it deep in the Broken Boundary for over a thousand years.

Just as he was observing his surroundings, dozens of spirits, as if summoned by some force, slowly drifted in from all directions, surrounding him and emitting low roars.

Those vengeful spirits slowly approached Liu Chuan, clearly preparing to attack him.

Liu Chuan's gaze sharpened slightly. The Soul-Binding Souls were souls that wandered in the Broken Realm. They were composed of unconscious remnants of spiritual particles and would only wander aimlessly without actively attacking any creatures that entered the Broken Realm.

But at this moment, these actions by the scoundrels are clearly purposeful and organized, which is by no means accidental.

Someone is manipulating them.

Liu Chuan instantly made a judgment—among the enemies, there was someone who possessed the ability to control the souls of the enemy.

This ability is extremely rare in Soul Society, but in the special environment of Dangai, it is indeed possible for someone to develop this unique skill through long-term exploration and adaptation.

He slowly raised his hand, preparing to eliminate these troublesome, troublesome spirits—

Just then, a figure suddenly leaped down from a high place to the side.

It was a young girl with long purple hair, wearing a black shihaka outfit, and a zanpakuto hanging at her waist. She drew a graceful arc in mid-air, like a swallow soaring across the night sky.

As she fell, her right hand gripped the hilt of the knife at her waist, and she yanked it out, shouting:

"Let the night fall—Mirokumaru!"

The moment she finished speaking, the Zanpakuto in her hand emitted a soft light, and the blade rapidly transformed into a uniquely shaped Zen staff within the light.

The front end has multiple metal rings resembling a monk's staff. The rings collide with each other, producing a crisp and melodious sound, like wind chimes swaying in the night breeze.

She landed steadily, twisted her wrist, and swung her staff out sharply.

A tornado carrying maple leaves roared out from the tip of the Zen staff, like a swirling colorful ribbon, sweeping towards the souls surrounding Liuchuan.

Maple leaves twirled and danced in the wind, shimmering with a faint red light. Wherever they passed, those lingering spirits were swept away in seconds.

The tornado subsided, and the maple leaves slowly drifted down, dissipating into the air.

The girl retrieved the staff from her hand, gave it a gentle shake, and the Zanpakuto returned to its original form, which she then sheathed.

She turned around and looked at Liu Chuan, a hint of curiosity in her clear eyes.

She tilted her head slightly and asked, her voice clear and bright with a touch of girlish energy: "My name is Akane Shizuku! Who are you? What brings you to this place?"

Liu Chuan looked at her, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

This girl, dressed in a Shinigami uniform and using a proper Zanpakuto release, is clearly a Shinigami.

Chapter 245 Shattered Memories

After a moment of silence, Liu Chuan slowly spoke:

"My name is Yanagawa, and I am a Shinigami from Seireitei. And you? Where are you from? Why are you here?"

Akane Shizuku was taken aback by Yanagawa's question. She lowered her head, frowned, and tried her best to recall.

But at that moment, a severe headache suddenly struck, and she instinctively pressed her hand to her head, a look of pain on her face.

A chaotic and fragmented string of memories collided in her mind.

She saw a dimly lit room where a little girl was huddled in a corner, trembling.

The silhouette of an adult man appeared before her. Although his face was unclear, his raised hand was very clear—"Slap!"

With a crisp sound, the little girl's small body fell to the ground, leaving a bright red handprint on her face.

In another scene, she is walking down an ordinary street with her schoolbag on her back.

Pedestrians and vehicles constantly passed by, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating dappled patterns of light and shadow.

School days, ordinary and mundane moments of life, yet there's an indescribable feeling, as if I'm watching through a pane of glass.

Another scene appeared: she was dressed in black mourning clothes, standing in front of a tombstone.

A light drizzle was falling from the sky, making the surrounding scenery somewhat hazy; only the cold stone tablet was soaked by the rain.

Was this her funeral? Or someone else's? She couldn't tell; she only remembered the name on the tombstone, which made her feel extremely desolate.

Scattered fragments of memory kept appearing in her mind. These fragments intertwined and collided with each other, but could not be pieced together into a complete picture.

The more she tried to grasp a particular piece, the more the other fragments scattered, as if deliberately trying to evade her pursuit.

She shook her head painfully, lowered her hand from her head, and looked apologetic and helpless.

She looked up at Liu Chuan and said in an apologetic and confused voice, "I'm sorry... I can't quite remember. I only remember that I should come from the present world, and—I should already be dead."

"When I woke up again, I was already in this dark world."

I don't know how I got here, or how long I've been here.

"I inexplicably gained the power of a Shinigami and can use a Zanpakuto. For the past few days, I've been thinking about how to leave this place, return to the human world, and retrieve my past memories and experiences."

She looked at Liu Chuan, her eyes filled with hope and pleading: "But I haven't been able to find a way out. You seem to have just arrived, right? Do you know how to leave here? Can you take me with you?"

After listening quietly to Shizuku's story, Liu Chuan's gaze lingered on her face for a while. Looking at her confused yet expectant expression, he fell into deep thought.

He already sensed something unusual about the girl in front of him—a living soul claiming to be dead.

However, he possesses the power of the Grim Reaper, appears in the Valley of Crying in the depths of the Broken Realm, and his memories are fragmented, making it impossible for him to fully recall anything from his past.

This phenomenon is not entirely undocumented in the Soul Society's records, but all the records point to some kind of special, unnatural phenomenon.

Suddenly, a series of rapid footsteps came from all directions, falling like rain on the gray earth.

They moved quickly and were highly disciplined, forming an impenetrable encirclement within seconds, trapping Liu Chuan and Qian Shizuku inside.

There were about a few dozen people, each dressed in clean but worn clothes. Although the colors had faded, they still maintained the dignity befitting noble retainers.

They carried various weapons, including traditional samurai swords and spears, as well as some uniquely designed spirit weapons.

The distance between their positions was precisely calculated, blocking all possible escape routes without interfering with each other, indicating that they had undergone extensive training and worked together seamlessly.

Once the encirclement was formed, the crowd unconsciously parted to the sides, leaving a passage in the middle.

A man walked out, each step exuding the composure and domineering aura of a superior.

His eagle-like sharp eyes slowly swept over Liuchuan and Qian Shizuku, filled with undisguised murderous intent.

However, even when suddenly surrounded, Yanagawa's eyes remained calm and unwavering.

He slowly looked at the Ryudoji family members who had surrounded them, then at the composed middle-aged man standing in the middle, and then said calmly:

“I guess you must be the Ryudoji family who were exiled to the Broken Realm a thousand years ago.”

He was able to quickly recognize the other person's identity because he had read many books about the history of Soul Society in the Great Spiritual Arts Corridor.