Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 352 The Insect Demon of Hueco Mundo

Hueco Mundo, a desolate land shrouded in eternal night, is covered with endless white sand.

In the heart of this lifeless wasteland, a magnificent, pure white palace rises from the ground.

It was a fortress constructed of spirit particles, a power center symbolizing the new order of Hueco Mundo.

Hueco Mundo.

Deep within Hueco Mundo, on the throne that stands high above, overlooking the entire palace.

Aizen Sousuke casually crossed his legs, propped his chin on one hand, and quietly gazed at this new territory that belonged to him.

Those deep brown eyes no longer held their former gentleness; instead, they held an arrogance that viewed all things in the world as mere pawns, placing them above all living beings.

"Isn't this a beautiful view? Gin, I want it."

Aizen turned his head slightly, his calm voice echoing in the empty hall.

Beneath his throne, Gin Ichimaru sat listlessly on the ground, his hands tucked into his wide sleeves.

On the other side, Kaname Tosen, wearing goggles, stood upright like a silent statue.

"Oh dear, Lord Aizen is right," Gin Ichimaru said with a smile, his tone tinged with amusement. "However, compared to this empty palace, I still think the previous power transition was more exciting."

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Aizen's lips curled into a faint smile.

Back then, he brought the two of them to this land to prepare for their future defection, which aroused the dissatisfaction of Barragan, who originally called himself the "King of Hueco Mundo".

Barragán expressed extreme anger and contempt for these three uninvited death gods.

So the Skeleton Emperor, sitting on the throne of bones, overestimated his abilities and fought Aizen.

The result was overwhelming.

Faced with Aizen's absolute hypnosis that could deceive everything, the so-called King of Hueco Mundo was nothing more than a pathetic and laughable frog in a well, indulging in past glories.

"Byrgon is indeed an interesting specimen. His ability to manipulate aging touches upon the laws of time to some extent." Aizen commented as if he were reviewing a slightly flawed work of art: "It's just a pity that his vision is too narrow."

"How can a spirit content with building a throne on bones understand true evolution and the meaning of divinity?"

Aizen slowly stood up and walked down the steps of the throne.

"However, it would be barely acceptable to subdue his power and use it as the cornerstone of our new order."

"Otherwise, there wouldn't have been so many Hollows helping us escape from Seireitei."

At this point, Aizen touched the wounds on his eyebrows that had already healed and smiled.

Tosen Kaname lowered his head slightly, his tone filled with fervent devotion: "All for the sake of the noble cause you described, without hypocrisy or oppression, Lord Aizen."

Aizen smiled as he walked past Tosen Kaname and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go."

"Today, a truly miraculous event awaits us."

The three walked through the intricate, seemingly endless white corridors of Hueco Mundo, heading towards the quiet underground laboratory.

Aizen was in an excellent mood today.

It's not just because the Hogyoku, which took him a hundred years and countless souls to finally fuse, is about to reveal its true power to break boundaries today.

What pleased him even more was the subject of today's face-breaking experiment...

The laboratory doors slid open slowly to the sides under Aizen's spiritual pressure.

A putrid stench, mixed with the violent pressure of the void spirit, assaulted my senses.

This enormous circular laboratory contained no sophisticated instruments, only a bottomless, massive pit.

At the bottom of the deep pit, a huge black mass of flesh, as large as a small hill, was writhing violently.

It was a Hollow with an extremely exaggerated size.

Its shape resembles a giant worm covered with countless segments and barbs, with dark red spiritual pressure flowing between the gaps in its eerie carapace.

Its head has no eyes, only a gaping maw covered with layers upon layers of sharp teeth, like a deep abyss capable of swallowing everything.

On its back grew several distorted, wailing human face patterns.

Gin Ichimaru looked at the monster in the deep pit, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Ugh, no matter how many times I see it, this guy's appearance is truly disgusting..."

"Lord Aizen, are you sure you want to make this giant insect one of us? This is really..."

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"Don't be fooled by appearances, Gin." Aizen walked to the edge of the pit and looked down at the giant Hollow worm.

His eyes held a scholarly appreciation: "Within this ugly body lies a wondrous soul that transcends the laws of time and space and has witnessed the truths of two worlds."

Upon hearing Aizen's voice, the giant worm at the bottom of the pit stopped its frantic wriggling.

It slowly raised its enormous, eyeless head and let out a low, submissive hiss toward Aizen.

It was a being more special than any void, more bizarre than any soul.

Matou Zorgen, or rather, Machiri Zorgen.

For Matou Ryouken, the reason he had ended up in this disgusting state was a cruel and absurd joke of fate.

That nightmarish scene remains deeply etched in the depths of his consciousness.

That day, in the underground cavern of Ryudong Temple, the Jewel Elder attacked him.

He clearly remembered that, accompanied by that seven-colored light that was enough to sever cause and effect and erase existence, he let out a desperate scream.

Zang Yan believed that his existence would be completely stripped from the timeline, marking the end of his life.

But a miracle, or rather a curse, happened to him.

He had accidentally planted a power called colorless in the body of a death god from another world named Asuka.

Although this power was eventually broken, the will within Asuka that was powerful enough to distort reality became entangled with his soul invisibly.

When the Jewel Elder's second spell shattered his existence and banished him into nothingness.

This otherworldly thread, entangled with the bird, was like a life-saving spider silk, completely altering his fate of being utterly annihilated.

He was banished to the world from which birds came.

Although due to the violent fluctuations in spacetime, his landing time was several decades earlier than the time when the bird returned to this world.

Moreover, the place he landed in was not the Soul Society he had longed for, filled with spiritual energy and death gods, but Hueco Mundo, a place filled with hunger and slaughter.

When Matou Ryougen awoke in that cold, white sand.

He was horrified to discover that his prized magical circuit had been completely destroyed, and his shoddy immortal body, sustained by insects, was gone.

He transformed into a low-level, incomplete insect-shaped Void.

In Hueco Mundo, weakness means being swallowed up.

In order to survive, and because of that almost pathological obsession with immortality and origins.

The once high and mighty magician has abandoned the last vestige of human dignity.

He began to devour the remains of other weaker Void creatures in the white sand like a dog, growing stronger little by little.

He endured the pain of his soul being torn apart, devouring and merging with other Kyrians, constantly moving towards the path of evolution.

Finally, hard work pays off.

His soul underwent a severe mutation in the malevolent spiritual environment of Hueco Mundo. His former insect magic concept combined with his Hollow instincts, causing him to evolve into an extremely ferocious insect-type Hollow.

From Kyrian to Adjuchas, he spent long years in endless battles and madness.

But it was precisely when he was about to become a Vastod and prepare to establish his own insect empire in this wilderness that he achieved this.

He met the man who would change his destiny.

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