One Piece: Kaido's adopted son, starts with the Eight Gates Formation.

In this eerie atmosphere where noise and silence intertwined, Lynn simply stood there quietly, a pure and radiant smile on her small face—the kind of expression a child about to receive a beloved toy would have.

……

at the same time.

Within the layers of dimensional rifts in Soul Society, there exists a little-known "Shadow" Empire.

This is the Unseen Empire, the Quincy's realm, the "Schatten Bereich".

In stark contrast to the Japanese-style architecture of Seireitei, everything here is composed of pure white and pitch black. The cold, white buildings rise abruptly from the ground, their sharp angles resembling glaciers frozen for millions of years, exuding an absolute, rational chill. There is no wind, no sound, no superfluous color; the entire world resembles a vast, silent black-and-white photograph.

In this timeless silence, an unprecedented and violent "anomaly" erupted, like molten lava thrown into a calm lake!

The spiritual balance within the Seireitei underwent a violent upheaval that could be described as a complete collapse in a very short period of time.

The spiritual pressure of several captain-level Shinigami vanished instantly, replaced by a group of unfamiliar and domineering energy systems completely outside this world. Following this, the spiritual pressure of the Espada-level Hollows erupted one after another, only to be annihilated in succession. In particular, the collapse of Barragan Ruizenbon, the Hueco Mundo king who symbolized the power of "aging," triggered a small-scale dimensional storm at the spiritual particle level.

This storm was like ten thousand suns suddenly appearing in the night, so dazzling that it could not be ignored, for the invisible empire dwelling in the "shadow".

Deep within the empire, in a magnificent palace that seems to be woven directly from light and shadow.

A figure sat quietly on a pure white throne.

He had long, black hair that reached his waist, a serene face, and closed eyes, as if he were in an eternal slumber. Yet, even in his sleep, the unconscious pressure he exuded was enough to make the entire empire submit to him.

He is none other than Yhwach, the King of the Quincy.

Nine hundred years in slumber, ninety years to regain consciousness, and nine years to recover his strength. At this moment, he should still be accumulating power, awaiting the final clarion call of the millennium-long bloody war.

However, the intense spiritual disturbances outside, powerful enough to shake the very foundations of the Three Realms, forcibly disturbed his slumber.

"..."

Yhwach did not open his eyes or speak.

But his will, like mercury spilling onto the ground, instantly reached every corner of the palace.

He "saw" it.

He saw the devastation of Seireitei, and the captains he knew or did not know, some dead, some surrendered. He saw Hollows, who should have been the enemy, mixed with Shinigami and some "other things" he had never seen before, forming an extremely absurd picture.

Most importantly, he sensed the source of all this—a chaotic and absolute power that was incomprehensible, undefinable, and transcended all spiritual systems.

The existence of this force severely disrupts the circulation and balance of the soul.

The boundaries between life and death have been disrupted, and the foundations of the world are being shaken. This is an absolutely intolerable variable for Yhwach, who aims to "reshape the three realms." A player who should not be on the chessboard is recklessly overturning it.

"His Majesty……"

Beneath the throne, a blond youth knelt on one knee, his expression solemn. He was Yugran Haschward, the highest-ranking member of the Sternritter, "B"—"The Balance." He had precisely received the monarch's will.

"An 'unknown' has appeared in Seireitei."

A cold, emotionless voice echoed in Haschward's mind; it was the will of Yhwach.

"Dispatch 'Prison' to investigate the source of the anomaly. I need to know who is trampling on my garden."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Hasward bowed his head respectfully, then stood up, turned and walked out of the hall.

Soon, an order was passed down.

On a training field made of white quartz, a tall man wearing a military cap and goggles, with a strange beard, stopped what he was doing. He had just shot an arrow that pierced through an ice tower hundreds of meters high in the distance, leaving subtle distortions in the space where the arrow had passed.