Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 143 Facing Yamamoto, Squad Zero

The surge of spiritual energy gradually subsided, and the scorching heat within the resounding cauldron also dissipated.

Inuyasha lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the newly forged long straight sword in his hand.

The blade is over two feet three inches long, and its surface reflects the afterglow of molten gold, making the snow-white tiles shine as if a ray of the Milky Way has been cut off.

The tsuba, with its flame-patterned guard, flickered with lingering flames, while the hilt, entwined with interwoven black and white patterns, fit snugly in the palm of the hand, offering a solid and comfortable grip.

The newly sharpened blade conceals its brilliance, its imposing presence unassuming, yet its hidden power evokes the image of a calm sea—only in its stillness can it conceal the power to swallow the heavens and overturn the earth.

This sword is a fusion of all the demonic power, spiritual power, magical power, chakra, spiritual pressure, and even the faith of the people of the Eastern Kingdom that he had accumulated along the way, leaving nothing out.

He can be described as the culmination of all his strength.

At the same time, it can grow stronger endlessly as Inuyasha grows!

Holding a sharp blade, the desire to kill arises spontaneously.

Feeling invincible, Inuyasha used his father as a reference point and kicked through space, disappearing from the cauldron.

The next instant, he stood beneath the clear sky of the Soul Society's Seireitei, his robes billowing, his silver hair pulled back by the wind high above, hanging down...

His eyes looked down at the rows of rooftops and streets below.

His aura was like a mountain torrent bursting its banks.

A wave of air, carrying an overwhelming and unstoppable pressure, surged into the sky, tearing fine folds into the clear sky, and pierced through the Spirit King Palace suspended in the celestial dome without any hindrance.

Then, like a tide, it overflowed the banks and spread across the vast land, causing all things to bow their heads and the world to fall in solemn silence.

The world of Bleach is in an uproar!

Inside the Technology Development Bureau, dozens of spirit particle monitors simultaneously emitted sharp hissing sounds, and blinding red light spread along the panels.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi turned around, her eyes fixed on the rising spiritual pressure curve on the monitoring screen, which had broken through the screen's limit, leaving a glaring blank space at the top.

He couldn't help but look up at the ceiling in the direction of the burst of energy, taking a deep breath. "Captain-in-Chief—this time, your 'No need to worry' might not be very effective."

Kenpachi Zaraki rushed out of the squad's base.

He smashed through the gate of the Eleventh Division, the broken pieces of wood still spinning in mid-air, and he landed on the rooftop.

He rested one hand on the hilt of his Zanpakuto, looked up at the sky, and grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth. "That spiritual pressure is intense!"

"Even stronger than old man Yamamoto. Stronger than Toga and Sesshomaru!"

Kusajiro Yachiro perched on his shoulder, his little legs still, his head tilted, his bright eyes gazing at the sky, his voice devoid of laughter, "Ah-Sword, you'll die!"

"Everyone dies eventually, and I'll be no exception." Kenpachi Zaraki's laughter exploded in the air. "To die at the hands of the strong is the only way to make this life worthwhile!"

He glanced at Sesshomaru, who was also standing on the rooftop not far away, and was about to use Shunpo to leave when a voice stopped him from behind.

"Captain Zaraki."

Hitsugaya Toshiro landed on the roof ridge on the other side, holding Hyōrinmaru in his hand, his expression solemn. "The Captain-Commander has not yet given the order. If you act on your own, the situation will get out of control."

Toshiro Hitsugaya, the strongest ice-type Zanpakuto in a thousand years and known as a genius, looked at Toga, who was already standing shoulder to shoulder with Sesshomaru on the roof and seemed ready to fly at any moment, and refused to think about the worst-case scenario.

"out of control?"

Kenpachi Zaraki turned his head, grinning to reveal an old scar running across his left eye. His menacing aura was palpable. He sneered, "Wasn't this situation already on the verge of spiraling out of control?"

Toshiro Hitsugaya couldn't respond because he knew the other person was right.

His gaze fell upon the sky.

Inuyasha's figure hovered high in the sky, his aura like a tangible tsunami, pressing the Seireitei into his shadow.

Panic, like boiling seawater, continued to rise in every corner.

Under the corridor of the Sixth Division barracks, Byakuya Kuchiki sat in the courtyard, holding a teacup in his hand, the surface of the tea soup rippling slightly.

"Captain Kuchiki."

Vice-Captain Renji Abarai strode quickly from the other end of the corridor, his voice low and urgent, "Who is that?!"

Kuchiki Byakuya remained silent.

Inside the Fifth Division barracks, Aizen Sousuke stood by the window, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

His expression remained calm, with a gentle smile on his lips, but something was rapidly shifting deep within his eyes.

He pondered whether he would possess such power after fusing with the Hogyoku.

Aizen felt completely unsure of himself.

But he grew increasingly excited—because Inuyasha's arrival meant there was still a path ahead, even if the Shinigami and the Hollow were to merge into one.

After that, a whole new path awaits you!

Gin Ichimaru appeared behind him at some point, leaning against the doorframe, and smiled with narrowed eyes, "Captain Aizen, this visitor from another world seems to be even more powerful than we imagined."

"Hmm." Aizen responded, his tone calm and unwavering. "It's faster than I expected."

"Hurry up?"

Gin Ichimaru's tone was ambiguous, neither serious nor joking. "I thought Captain Aizen had already anticipated this."

"I'm not a god."

Aizen slightly turned his head, his gaze shifting from the sky outside the window to Gin Ichimaru's direction. "Even the omniscient and omnipotent Soul King, is he truly omniscient and omnipotent?"

The door to the captain's office was pushed open from the inside.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, leaning on his cane, walked to the corridor, looked up at Inuyasha, who stood with his arms crossed, exuding an aura of nonchalance, waiting for a powerful figure to arrive. He stroked the hem of his beard and sighed, "Young people these days are truly remarkable."

"If any of my successors were like this, I could die in peace."

The Second Division Captain Soi Fon, the Thirteenth Division Jushiro Ukitake, and others who had rushed over from all sides stopped in their tracks.

The physically weakened Jushiro Ukitake coughed and lowered his head in shame.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni turned his head and ordered, "Notify all squads that no one is to take action without my order."

"Captain-Commander—" Kyoraku Shunsui of the Eighth Division adjusted the edge of his straw hat and asked, "What if the other side attacks first?"

"And there's Toga and Sesshomaru—"

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni waved his hand, interrupting Kyoraku Shunsui's words, and the next second, he instantly appeared in front of Inuyasha.

The most powerful death staff in a thousand years stands in the void, with flames slowly rising from its body, like a layer of embers baked by time.

"The Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 in Soul Society, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni."

Inuyasha gazed at the old man he had the most expectations for in the entire world of Bleach, lowered his hand, and pressed it against the hilt of his sword.

"The Lord of the Eastern Lands, Inuyasha."

The calm voice drowned out the wind and reached every pair of ears that were perked up.

An old man and a young man looked at each other.

No words were needed; their hearts understood each other in that instant. There was no need to ask anything else.

The next instant, their auras collided head-on.

Inuyasha's aura is as vast as the sea, shining brightly and reaching far and wide.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's spiritual pressure surged forth from that withered body.

As heavy and solid as a mountain, it awakens from its ancient slumber, the spine of the earth rises up section by section, and the rock layers crack from the deepest part, revealing a scorching and ancient magnificence beneath.

Before Ryujin Jakka was even drawn from its sheath, the blade was already humming, the deep buzzing sound traveling through the air to the heavens and the earth of Seireitei.

The sky, where the forces converged, was torn open from the center, and a dark spatial rift stretched across it, its edges churning with electric light and spatial ripples.

The cracks spread rapidly from the point of impact, spreading outwards like a spider web in all directions, swallowing the sky in the blink of an eye.

As the light faded, only a faint ray of light pierced through the tremor of the cracks, shrouding the Seireitei in a heavy, gloomy darkness.

It felt like the end of the world was coming.

Kenpachi Zaraki's hands gripped and loosened on the hilt of his sword repeatedly, his expression growing increasingly solemn. His desire to make a move plummeted; he craved a fierce and exhilarating battle, not a one-sided massacre.

Kyoraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jushiro were both disciples of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

The two looked quite nervous, having prepared for the worst.

Soi Fon of the Second Division arrived near Sesshomaru and Toga long ago, her cold eyes reflecting the two silent figures.

From the very beginning, she disapproved of outsiders joining Soul Society, and now the hostility in her heart was so intense that she didn't need to say a word.

A figure silently passed Soi Fon and landed on the nearby rooftop.

Retsu Unohana clasped her hands in front of her, her face as gentle as ever. Her gaze fell on Toga and Sesshomaru, and she asked in a mild tone, "Inuyasha, who are you to me?"

Sesshomaru remained silent, gazing at the sky, his golden eyes reflecting his younger brother and the Captain-Commander, filled with resentment.

Toga turned to Retsu Unohana, his tone tinged with apology and helplessness, "That's my son, Sesshomaru's younger brother. He's used to doing things his own way, but he definitely doesn't mean any harm."

"I believe that."

Unohana Retsu's voice was as gentle as a breeze brushing across water, "After all, Your Excellency is also a gentle person."

When these words reached his ears, Touya Wang awkwardly touched the back of his neck.

Before he could reply, Sesshomaru let out a very soft, cold snort from beside him.

Douya's lips twitched, and the smile on his face suddenly became somewhat unsustainable.

And further up in the sky, higher than the clouds, lies the Spirit King's Palace.

This is a palace complex suspended in another dimension, supported by five towering pillar-like spiritual veins, and perpetually shrouded in clear, pure spiritual light.

But today, the light that has remained unchanged for millions of years is now shimmering clearly.

The five figures of the Zero Division put down what they were doing and arrived at the Reiban-ri-den of their leader, Hyosube Ichibei, without prior arrangement.

As a member of the Zero Division of the "Royal Agents", a Western God General, known as the "Sword God", Zero is also the creator of the Zanpakuto, Nimaiya Oetsu, leaning against the door frame.

She has black punk-style curly hair that is partly past her neck, and the rest of her short hair is light green.

He wore wide-framed sunglasses, a grass-green shirt, and slippers.

His dark skin made him look like a hip-hop artist who had just stepped out of an impromptu party.

"Yo, Monk Eye, the spiritual light on our ceiling is shaking."

Nimaiya Oetsu spread his hands, speaking casually, "This is something that didn't even happen a thousand years ago when the Gotei 13 fought Yhwach. New guy, you want to fly?"

Behind him, Shutara Senjumaru, one of the members of the "Royal Agents" Zero Division, the Northern God General, known as "Great Origami Guardian," and also the creator of the Shinha armor, walked over.

She had medium-length black hair with a side-parted fringe, adorned with elaborate gold hair accessories, and wore a white shawl with buckles.

She was an elegant woman with beautiful features, pale skin, and six skeletal arms.

Calm and elegant, yet exuding an air of unyielding authority.

"This is also the first time I've seen this."

Shutara Senjumaru lowered his eyes, his voice flat and indifferent, "The strength of the outsiders needs to be taken seriously; they must be dealt with."

"Senjumaru, you're being too serious."

One of the members of the "Royal Agents" Zero Division, the Southern God General, known as the "Valley King," and also the previous captain of the Twelfth Division, Kiryu Ichihikifune, peeked halfway out from behind her.

She had purple hair styled in a traditional way, adorned with a spatula-like hair accessory, had swirl patterns on her cheeks, wore black lip gloss, and had two belts tied around her waist; she was a plump woman.

She was holding a steaming wooden bowl in her left hand and chopsticks in her right, slurping up the noodles in the bowl.

She finished the noodles in one gulp, shaking the wooden bowl until it shattered into spirit particles. Her round face turned serious. "A young man has arrived in Soul Society."

ah."

Kirinji Tenjiro, a member of the Zero Division of the "Royal Agents" and known as the "Izumi-yu Oni" (Spring Hot Spring Demon), was the last to arrive, a skilled physician.

His face was thin, and he had a frizzy hairstyle with a hooked end. He held a straw in his mouth and wore a long-sleeved, short-sleeved haori. He did not wear a shihaka and habitually left his shirt open.

He glanced at the four people in the hall, then sat down impatiently, saying, "Outsiders are so arrogant and domineering. Minister of War, don't you have anything to say?"

The other three also looked at the fat monk who had remained silent.

It was born in the chaotic world millions of years ago and was one of the few special life forms at that time. It was a contemporary of the Spirit King and the five noble ancestors.

The leader of the Zero Division, the "Royal Agents," was given the name "Eye Monk" by the Soul King, which means "to call out the true name," hence it is also written as "True Name Calling Monk." He is Hyosube Ichibei, the original namer of everything in Soul Society.

He was tall and strong, and bald.

He had rather thick eyebrows and a beard that reached his chest, and a broad nose.

The main outfit is a Shinigami uniform, with a white wide-sleeved haori embroidered with the team logo on the back.

She wore a large, deep red rosary around her neck and high-heeled wooden clogs on her feet.

"That's interesting."

Hyosube Ichibei spoke up, "This lord of the Eastern Kingdom has arrived earlier than I expected. I originally thought he would wait at least another ten or eight years to figure out the details of the Soul Society before deciding whether to advance or retreat."

Every step leaves a trace.

The omniscient and omnipotent Spirit King discovered Inuyasha's whereabouts when Inuyasha observed his own world.

But trapped in his current state—without hands and feet, without internal organs, he, as the wedge of the Three Realms, could do nothing.

They can only live in a contradictory spiral of "living while dying".

It is like the desolate world of death.

But the arrival of external forces gave the world of Bleach an opportunity to break the cycle!

King Ling also took action.

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