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

He had prepared a full set of top-of-the-line first-aid supplies in advance.

Do you really think he will succeed?

A cool, clear voice broke the frozen atmosphere of waiting.

It was Shutara Senjumaru. Her voice came clearly, addressed to Kirinji Tenjiro, who was fully prepared.

Her tone was not one of questioning, but rather closer to an inquiry based on pure reason.

Kirinji Tenjiro looked away from the entrance, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, a smile tinged with self-deprecation and uncertainty.

"Success?" He scoffed, but there was no real joy in his voice.

"To be honest, I don't know. Even we had to go through a lot to get out of that godforsaken place called 'Don't Enter the Path of Contemplation' back then."

He paused, his voice lowering slightly: "But, Senjumaru, as you know, this kid... is, after all, someone personally chosen by Lord Rei-oh."

"The Spirit King's eyes see things differently than ours."

Kirinji Tenjiro's words revealed part of the truth.

The will of the Soul King is the highest principle governing the existence of the Zero Division, and it is also the most important factor in their assessment of Yanagawa's actions.

“A rational analysis,” Shutara Senjumaru’s aura rippled slightly as she continued, her voice remaining calm and even.

"The trial of 'not entering the path of enlightenment' is dangerous in every aspect."

"First, it is the extreme pressure on the physical body. Ordinary Grim Reapers, even those at the captain level, whose spiritual bodies have not been modified by the power of the Spirit King, are simply not strong enough and resilient enough to withstand the terrifying pressure deep within the trial."

"Bones will crack, spiritual energy will break, and the body composed of spiritual particles will disintegrate from the most basic structure. This is the absolute threshold at the physical level."

"Secondly, it's a cruel test of one's heart and will." Her voice seemed to grow even colder.

"Once one's heart wavers even slightly in its choice, or becomes confused about the path forward, it will be immediately captured and amplified by the environment, leading to a loss in self-constructed illusions and despair, and the soul will sink into ruin, which is more thorough than the destruction of the body."

She turned slightly towards Kirinji Tenjiro and Hikifune Kiryu:

"You two did everything you could before he entered, using the top resources of the Spirit King Palace to stimulate his potential and regulate his condition."

This indeed greatly improved his 'starting point' and 'error tolerance'.

However, this did not change the fact that he was a mortal.

Judging purely from probability and logic, I believe that the probability of him successfully completing the entire journey and breaking through the limits is less than 10%.

More likely, the spirit would collapse under the pressure, or the soul would lose itself and dissipate. It would be extremely fortunate if a remnant of the soul were preserved and rescued in time.

Ten percent—this is the brutal assessment given by Shutara Senjumaru based on known information and cold logic.

"Hey, Senjumaru, you still can't say anything nice."

Wang Yue, who had been staring at the entrance, turned around upon hearing this, rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses.

"What's the point of saying all this now? He's already in jail. All this analysis here is pointless!"

He waved his hand, his tone returning to its usual nonchalant manner, but a barely perceptible tension lurked deep in his eyes:

"Just wait! If we can't get out..." He paused, his voice lowering.

"That only means that Lord Spirit King may have misjudged this time."

Kirinji Tenjiro remained noncommittal about Shutara Senjumaru's analysis; he simply bent down and checked the first-aid supplies at his feet once more.

After confirming everything was correct, he straightened up, dusted off imaginary dust from his hands, and spoke with an unwavering determination:

"Don't worry. I'm too lazy to calculate probabilities. But I can guarantee one thing—"

He looked towards the entrance. "As long as that kid has a breath left, I can bring him back to life!"

This is the promise of "Quantang Ghost," and also his pride and responsibility as a doctor.

Everyone's gazes instinctively fell on Hyoninbe Ichibei, who hadn't uttered a word from beginning to end, but had simply sat quietly in the center of the open space, as if he had become one with the space itself.

He seemed to be in a meditative state, with his huge rosary hanging quietly in front of his chest.

He seemed oblivious to the conversations, anxieties, analyses, and promises around him.

Do not enter the pilgrimage route, as it is muddy, cold, and slippery.

Liuchuan's bare feet mechanically rose and fell, sinking deeper with each step, requiring more effort to pull them out.

The drizzle had somehow turned into a continuous, icy downpour, relentlessly lashing his bare torso.

My breathing was no longer even; each inhale felt like I was using all the strength in my chest to fight against the invisible pressure coming from all directions.

That oppressive feeling had long surpassed the physical weight, and began to penetrate deep into the soul, seeping into every wisp of spiritual particle and every inch of spiritual structure.

The spiritual pressure within the body, which had been abnormally increasing and surging under pressure, now seemed to have become part of the burden, thrashing about in the narrow meridians.

He was under pressure from both inside and outside, and his existence was being pushed to the brink of collapse from within and crushed from the outside.

My body is nearing its limit.

The body of the Grim Reaper, which had not been reshaped by the power of the Soul King, seemed to be about to touch the bottom line of the "not entering the path of enlightenment" trial, even after the extreme conditioning by Kiryu and Tenjiro.

However, at this very moment—

A jet-black power emanated from Liu Chuan's body; it was magic that did not exist in this world!

It comes from his past life, the source power of Liuchuan, a unique power system that he forcibly created in this world through ten years of painstaking research, fueled by the power of the Grim Reaper.

Sizzle—!

It was as if countless invisible carving knives were rapidly slicing across the surface of his naked upper body!

Accompanied by the surge of magic, strange "circuits" that are complex, mysterious, and slowly extend and intertwine, like living things, appear.

It emerged from his chest, shoulders, arms and other key areas, and quickly spread throughout his body!

Ultimately, a "magical circuit" filled with ominous and powerful energy was formed on his upper body!

The dark circuit glowed faintly, creating an extremely dazzling contrast with the pale gold, pale green, and pale purple spiritual light in the surrounding environment.

Wherever the circuit passed, the terrifying external pressure that almost crushed him seemed to encounter an invisible barrier, and was cleverly "deflected" and "absorbed" in part!

In the depths of those eyes, a faint, dark, demonic light flowed.

He looked down at the black magical circuits on his chest and arms, which pulsated slowly like living things and exuded a powerful aura.

This is his trump card, and also his greatest reliance on daring to refuse the power of the Spirit King and firmly believing in his own strength.

Chapter 37 Breaking Limits

The deep, dark light clashed and repelled fiercely with the pale golden spiritual light in the surrounding environment, yet at a deeper level, it formed a delicate balance.

The rain continued to fall, icy cold, but I could no longer get close.

Upon contact with the rain, the vapor evaporated into wisps of black mist, swirling around Liu Chuan, making his figure appear even more hazy in the rain, exuding an eerie and awe-inspiring majesty.

He started walking again.

Once the first step is taken, the mud beneath your feet is no longer just a simple obstacle.

The magic extended along the magic circuit to the soles of the feet, actively "interfering" with the soil it touched.

The paradox of "the further you go, the farther the destination seems" is forcibly analyzed and dismantled under the unique perception of magic.

The second step, the third step... the steps became more and more steady.

Each time the bare soles of my feet touched the wet, cold mud, they made a sound that seemed to shake the earth.

Liu Chuan's eyes, deep within which flowed a dark, demonic light, calmly gazed ahead.

All the pain, exhaustion, and anxiety about the unknown were transformed into the purest will to move forward.

The full activation of his magic not only brought about a qualitative change in his power, but also put his mind into an almost absolutely rational "overclocked" state.

All external information—the trajectory of raindrops, the refraction of light, changes in pressure, and the trajectory of spatial particles—was processed and analyzed at high speed, transformed into precise instructions for the next action.

He was like a nascent demon king walking in his own domain.

No, perhaps "Demon King" is not accurate. He has no desire for destruction or conquest, only the purest exploration and conquest of the "path" itself.

Wherever he went, the muddy path trembled slightly, and the blue fluorescent lights floating in the air scattered in terror.

The luminous plants on both sides seemed to sense a completely different, higher level of pressure, and their light became flickering.

Within the body, the spiritual pressure that had been passively increasing under pressure and was almost bursting the container was now undergoing an even more astonishing change under the "guidance" and "refinement" of magic.

Spiritual power and magical power, two fundamentally different forces, did not simply merge within this body that was on the verge of its limit yet forcibly forging a new path.

Instead, under the "framework" of the magic circuit and the "forging" of extreme external pressure, a peculiar, spiraling state of "symbiosis" and "mutual stimulation" is formed.

The magic constantly "vibrates" and "analyzes" the structure of spiritual energy, eliminating the last trace of impurity and redundancy, compressing and purifying it to a near-essential crystalline state.

The highly condensed spiritual energy, in turn, provides a more stable and surging "foundation" and "fuel" for the operation of magic, making the light of the magic circuit more solid.

The two are interdependent and mutually causal, and on this dead end, they are both frantically climbing toward some unknown, higher critical point!

One step, another step.

Liuchuan's advance was not fast, but it carried an unstoppable momentum.

The black magical circuits on his body shone brighter and brighter, almost bursting through his body, forming two distinct yet strangely harmonious worlds with the spiritual light of the surrounding environment.

The power flowing within his body grew stronger and more condensed. Under this extreme tempering and nourishment of dual power, his soul seemed to shed layer after layer of its "shell."

It has become more translucent and more resilient.

finally--

Click...click...

A faint, yet seemingly resounding, cracking sound emanated from within Yanagawa's body!

That was neither a broken bone nor a collapse of the spiritual energy network.

That is... some kind of invisible "barrier" that defines the upper limit of the power of the "Grim Reaper".

Cracks appear when magic and spiritual power spiral up to a certain extreme peak under the continuous impact of internal and external forces and wills!

Then came the second, the third... Cracks spread like a spider web, instantly covering that invisible "boundary".

boom--!!!

An indescribable roar exploded simultaneously within Liuchuan's soul and body!