Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 353 Arrancar, Machiavellian!

That day, Aizen Sousuke secretly came to Hueco Mundo to conduct an early experiment on breaking the boundary between Shinigami and Hollows.

The immense and eerie spiritual pressure emanating from the stained inkstone attracted Aizen's attention.

What Zang Yan thought was a hunt turned into a roar as he pounced on the seemingly weak Grim Reaper.

He experienced what true despair was like.

Aizen didn't even draw his Zanpakuto; he simply used a high-level Kido that abandoned the incantation to crush Aizen's proud, hard shell into pieces.

That unfathomable spiritual pressure pressed him firmly onto the white sand, rendering him unable to move.

"What an interesting insect." That was the first thing Aizen said to him.

Aizen stood on his head, his calm eyes seeming to see right through his soul: "You're clearly just a Hollow... but deep within your soul, there emanates a scent that doesn't belong to this dimension at all."

"What exactly are you?"

Driven by the fear of death and in order to survive, Zang Yan did not hesitate to reveal everything about himself.

He told a story about another world, about the Holy Grail War.

It tells the story of a magician's pursuit of the Root, how he was banished by the Second Magic, and how he climbed back up from Hueco Mundo step by step.

I thought the Grim Reaper would think he was talking nonsense.

To Lieyan's surprise, Aizen was not surprised at all after hearing this; instead, he let out a low, pleasant laugh.

"I see... The Root? The Holy Grail? Magic? What fascinating concepts." Aizen's eyes gleamed with a thirst for knowledge. "I thought the design of these three realms was already bizarre enough, but I never imagined that there were other such absurd rooms beyond the canopy."

"This world is getting more and more interesting."

From that day on, Matou Ryokon completely submitted to Aizen's power and wisdom, becoming a secret and special pawn in Hueco Mundo.

Although, due to being under different world rules, Lieyan's insect magic, which he was originally proud of, completely failed.

However, under Aizen's guidance and with the help of the incomplete Hogyoku, Zōken began to try to integrate the Shinigami's Kidō theory, Hollow Spirit Particle Manipulation, and the Insect Magic concepts remaining in his soul.

After countless failures and attempts, they finally developed a brand-new pseudo-Crest Worm magic that blends the power of death and the power of the Hollow.

Although this pseudo-marking insect cannot grant him true immortality as it did in the past, it can silently invade his spirit body and absorb his spiritual power.

It can even be used as a medium to construct special magic arrays in space.

And this is a crucial part of Aizen's plan.

During the earth-shattering upheaval at Shuangji Hill, it was the pseudo-Crest Insects that he had given to Aizen in advance through Gin Ichimaru that played a crucial role.

"For my plan, you have been lurking in this dark and sunless Hueco Mundo for so many years, even abandoning your Vasto Lorde form and willingly becoming an ugly insect."

"I have seen your loyalty and forbearance, Machiri."

Aizen stood at the edge of the deep pit, his voice echoing in the empty space before him, carrying a captivating and alluring quality.

"I promised you that when that moment comes, I will grant you a perfect form that transcends death and Hollows."

"Today is the day I fulfill my promise."

The giant worm in the deep pit trembled violently, in a state of extreme excitement and ecstasy.

Ever since he transformed himself into an insect in that world in pursuit of immortality... he has always longed to get rid of this decaying, ugly body!

And now, this man, who is as powerful as a god, is finally going to grant him a new life!

Aizen slowly raised his right hand.

In the palm of his hand, the crystal-clear, perfect gemstone, the Hogyoku, radiating a seven-colored halo, was slowly flowing with light.

As Aizen continuously poured his spiritual pressure into the Hogyoku, the air in the entire laboratory instantly became incredibly viscous.

A massive, suffocating storm of spiritual pressure began to spread from Aizen's center!

Gin Ichimaru and Kaname Tosen had no choice but to take a few steps back and use their spiritual pressure to create a defensive barrier in front of them to avoid being affected by this terrifying energy fluctuation.

"Evolve towards a higher dimension."

Aizen whispered something, then aimed the Hōgyoku in his hand at Matou Tsuriken at the bottom of the pit.

hum! ! !

A dazzling, seven-colored beam of light emanated from the Hōgyoku and enveloped the enormous body of the giant worm!

"Gua ...

Matou Ryuken let out a piercing, inhuman scream.

The immense power of the Hogyoku, capable of breaking boundaries, forcibly tore apart the original structure of the illusory body of the Dirty Inkstone.

The enormous, mountain-like insect-shaped body began to dissolve at a visible rate under the scorching heat of the seven-colored light.

The black, foul-smelling bodily fluids evaporated instantly, and the hard carapace, sharp limbs, and the gaping maw of the abyss were all transformed into the most primordial spiritual particles under the power of the Hogyoku.

"It hurts...it hurts so much!!! My body...my soul!! It's being torn apart!!!"

The dirty inkstone tumbled wildly in the deep pit.

He was enduring pain a hundred times more intense than when he was banished by the second magic.

The old impurities were brutally stripped away, and new rules were forcibly injected.

The white bone mask that enveloped his soul, symbolizing his innate void instincts, began to develop deep cracks under the impact of the Hogyoku's power.

Click... Click, click...

The sound of the mask shattering was still clearly audible amidst the deafening storm of spiritual pressure.

"Do not resist this pain, Machiri." Aizen's cold voice pierced through the storm, resounding directly in Lieyan's mind: "This is the necessary path for you to shed your mortal form and step into the realm of gods."

"Remember your initial desire, and infuse this new body with your greed for immortality and your obsession with truth!"

"Immortality...the source...that's right, I am Machiri Zolgen!!"

"I will become a perfect being who transcends all!!!"

Accompanied by a final, determined roar.

Bang! !

The mask of illusion covering the soul of the dirty inkstone shattered completely into countless white specks of light!

The seven-colored pillar of light enveloping him contracted in that instant, transforming into a huge and dazzling cocoon of spiritual light that enveloped Zang Yan's soul.

The cocoon of light is like a beating heart. With each expansion and contraction, it spreads outward in concentric circles of high-density spiritual pressure ripples that are sure to make your heart race.

Time was ticking away, second by second.

Finally, the seven-colored light on the cocoon began to dim, eventually turning into countless streams of light and dissipating into the air.

At the bottom of the pit, the disgusting, enormous worm had completely disappeared.

There stood a human figure, quietly in place.

Aizen dissipated the spiritual pressure in his hand, and the Hogyoku disappeared back into his palm.

He looked down at the figure, a very satisfied smile on his face.

"Welcome to my new life, my Zeroth Blade."

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The figure in the deep pit slowly raised its head, revealing a human male face.

He looked to be around thirty years old, with a thin, gaunt face, deep-set features, and short, slightly curly blue hair.

On his left cheek was a small, white fragment of a bone mask with serrated edges, resembling an insect's shell.

Below the collarbone, a fist-sized, pitch-black hole is conspicuously visible.

That was proof of his being an illusion, symbolizing an emptiness that could never be filled.

A dark green knife with black silk thread wrapped around its hilt hung from its waist.

This is the Broken Face.

It is a Hollow who removes the Hollow mask and gains the power of a Shinigami.

Lie Yan lowered his head, looked at his long, fair hands, which were no longer covered with age spots like withered tree branches, and clenched them tightly.

Feel the pure and powerful spiritual energy surging within your body like a great river.

He laughed uncontrollably.