All Heavens: Transcending Dimensions Starting with the Uchiha

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Deep within the Pale Bone Plains of the Underworld, a fortress temporarily constructed from massive skeletons and death energy rises from the ground; this is Aizen's army's forward command post.

Outside the fortress, the empty camps stretched as far as the eye could see, far exceeding the scale of the initial entry.

New faces from different corners of Hueco Mundo join with confusion and hope, and under the guidance of veterans (Awakened Ones), they quickly adapt to the environment and battles of the Underworld.

On the platform at the highest point of the fortress, Aizen stood by the railing, looking down at his "new army".

Below, the chaotic roars were replaced by the sounds of training, which carried a suppressed excitement and a sense of mission.

The Arrancar began to consciously train the new Hollows, teaching them how to better utilize their power, how to survive and fight under the laws of death, and even... how to use the memory fragments generated when colliding with the undead to "temper" their own consciousness.

"Lord Savior..."

Szayelaporro appeared behind Aizen, his tone slightly amusement.

"Your ideas are spreading faster than my neurotoxins. The number of new 'volunteers' has exceeded expectations, and... the speed of 'awakening' is also accelerating. Interestingly, as fragments of memory accumulate, some individuals seem to be spontaneously 'reconstructing' their personalities, albeit still very vaguely."

Aizen didn't turn around, a deep smile playing on his lips:

“Human nature is complex, Szayelaporro. Pain distorts it, but hope… can reshape it. They need a goal, a grand goal that can allow them to temporarily set aside their individual confusion and conflict. And I gave them that goal—to fight for the entire Hueco Mundo.”

He gently stroked the Bengyu in his arms, and the wisp of purple-gold light at its core seemed to brighten a little more.

"The chaotic will of individuals, guided by a unified goal, unleashes a power far greater than that of mere beasts. This is the rudimentary form of the power of order."

"However, the real test has only just begun."

Aizen's gaze fell upon the edge of the Pale Bone Plain, where the aura of death was even stronger, and the outline of a colossal fortress, constructed of pitch-black bones, could be vaguely seen.

"The 'King' of the Underworld and his elite forces will not stand idly by while we establish our stronghold. A true great war is about to begin. Let our 'Savior Army' be completely transformed in blood and fire."

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Meanwhile, in the desert near the edge of Hueco Mundo, close to the site of Aizen's former laboratory, an inconspicuous black cavity opened.

Rukia Kuchiki, Ichigo Kurosaki, and Uryu Ishida cautiously stepped out.

The sight before them made them gasp: the once barren desert was now covered with spatial rifts of all sizes, radiating ominous energy, like scars leading to hell.

Countless voids of various shapes poured into the largest cracks, as if on a pilgrimage.

"What...what's going on?!"

Ichigo gripped Zangetsu tightly, his orange hair fluttering in the dry wind, his eyes filled with shock.

"That bastard Aizen, did he empty out the entire Hueco Mundo?!"

Ishida Uryu adjusted his glasses; the Spirit Bow was already in his hand, and his senses were at their sharpest.

“No! These voids… their eyes… are different. It’s not just madness and hunger, it seems… there’s some kind of… eagerness and hope? Moreover, the energy fluctuations of these cracks… are very strange, they’re not just pure void cavities, they have a kind of… cold sense of deathly order.”

Rukia's expression turned grave as she looked at the unimaginable scene before her: "We must find out where these rifts lead immediately! Ichigo, Uryu, proceed with caution! Aizen's conspiracy is probably far larger and more dangerous than we imagine!"

A strong sense of unease rose within her; the truth behind the opportunity that Byakuya's brother had fought for might be far beyond anyone's expectations.

The torrents of fate between Hueco Mundo and the Underworld converged fiercely, and the gaze of the Seireitei finally fell upon them.

Aizen's path of conquest, ostensibly for the sake of "saving the world," has only just begun to unleash its ripples.

Chapter 280, The "Truth" of Soul Society

At the edge of the void, the spatial cracks, as numerous as the scars of hell, pulsated ominously.

Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia, and Ishida Uryu had just set foot in this area and hadn't even had a chance to explore the largest cracks when a sudden change occurred!

One of the medium-sized cracks, which was originally relatively stable, suddenly collapsed inward as Rukia cautiously released her spiritual pressure to sense it, as if it had been stimulated by a living thing. It then unleashed a violent suction force far exceeding its original size!

A turbulent current, a mixture of the frenzy of the void, the coldness of the undead, and the soul-chilling turbulence unique to spatial tearing, grabbed the three unsuspecting individuals like an invisible giant hand!

"Oh no... a spatial storm!"

Ishida Uryu exclaimed in surprise, and the Spirit Bow instantly condensed, attempting to anchor itself with the energy of the Sacred Annihilation Arrow. However, that power was too strange and domineering, and the light of the Annihilation Arrow was like a stone thrown into the deep sea, instantly swallowed up.

"Rukia! Hold me!"

Ichigo roared, his Zanpakuto plunging deep into the sand, his orange spiritual pressure erupting like flames in an attempt to resist.

Rukia clung tightly to his arm, but the ground beneath her feet seemed to turn into quicksand, and her body was uncontrollably dragged toward the center of that twisted vortex.

"This power... is completely different!!"

Ichigo clenched his teeth. He could clearly feel the energy surging from the depths of the crack. It was cold, heavy, and carried a sense of the end of all things. It was completely different from the spiritual particles, the evil energy of the Hollows, and the glory of the Quincy that he was familiar with.

It pressed down on my soul like a lead weight, making even breathing difficult.

"It's...it's the energy from that other world!"

Rukia's face turned deathly pale; as the spirit of the Grim Reaper, she felt the strongest aversion to this pure law of death.

Resistance is futile.

The raging spatial turbulence completely engulfed them.

The world spins, my senses are stripped away, as if I've been thrown into a cold meat grinder, with only the sharp hiss of energy friction and the groans of my bones unable to bear the weight left in my ears.

When the suffocating pressure suddenly disappeared, the three of them fell heavily onto the hard, cold object, splattering a cloud of pale bone dust.

"Cough...cough..."

Ichigo struggled to lift his head, and the sight that came into view made his pupils suddenly contract, as if his heart was being gripped by an icy hand.

Pale! An endless expanse of paleness!

The sky was a solidified leaden gray, emitting a lifeless glimmer.

The land is a plain paved with countless pale bones, stretching all the way to the gray horizon that cannot be seen.

The air was filled with the smell of bone meal, like decaying dust, and every breath felt like inhaling a chilling current that froze the soul.

In the distance, a grotesque fortress constructed of enormous skeletons stood tall, with the flag symbolizing Las Noches flying above it. Beyond the fortress, there were endless Hollow camps like a black tide, far exceeding the scale of anything they had ever seen in Hueco Mundo!

What's even more chilling is that a mind-blowing war is taking place on the vast Bone Plains battlefield in front of the fortress.

The pale, shimmering light of the void collided violently with the eerie green shockwave of death, exploding into a silent burst of light and flame.

The grotesque, broken face weaves through the skeletal behemoths, tearing apart the skeleton warriors clad in bone armor.

However, unlike the chaotic and disorderly battles in Hueco Mundo, the undead army here is well-organized, and their movements are imbued with a cold and efficient killing intent.

On the Hollow side... Ichigo was shocked to see that some Gillian and even Adjuchas would pause briefly after attacking, their eyes revealing a pain or confusion that was not human and did not belong to Hollows!

"This...is Aizen's goal? Another world...the Underworld?"

Uryu Ishida straightened his shattered glasses, his voice dry and incredulous.

His Quincy bloodline instinctively rejected this pure death energy, yet he also keenly sensed the cold order contained within it.

"Such a dense aura of death...a completely different system of laws."

Rukia's hand, gripping Sode no Shirayuki's tightly, trembled slightly. As a Shinigami, she had the most direct understanding of "death," but the "death" here was another form of ending, solidified by the laws, carrying a chilling feeling that made her heart tremble.

"Damn Aizen! What is he doing? Is he dragging the entire Hueco Mundo into a world war?!"

Ichigo roared, and Zangetsu instantly appeared in his hand. Orange spiritual pressure instinctively rose, trying to dispel the omnipresent, cold death aura.

However, in this desolate land governed by laws, his spiritual pressure was like a spark thrown into an icy lake, appearing exceptionally dazzling and... fragile.

Just as the three were stunned by the scene before them, and their spiritual pressure surged uncontrollably—

A vast, profound spiritual pressure, imbued with absolute control, instantly enveloped the area like an invisible canopy!

At the highest point of the fortress, that familiar figure had appeared without anyone noticing.

Aizen Sousuke stood at the edge of the skeletal platform, his glasses reflecting the eerie green and pale light of the battlefield below, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

The Hogyoku on his chest emitted a faint light that was even deeper and more greedy than when he was in Hueco Mundo.

"Oh? An unexpected visitor."

Aizen's voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly pierced through the barriers of space, resounding directly in the three's consciousnesses, carrying a peculiar, gentle quality, like the reunion of old friends.

"Kuchiki Rukia, Kurosaki Ichigo, and... Ishida Uryu-kun. Welcome to the foundation of the 'New World'—the Underworld."

Ichigo's muscles tensed instantly, and Zangetsu pointed directly at the top of the fortress: "Aizen!!"

Rukia suppressed the turmoil in her heart, her voice cold and wary: "Aizen! What is your purpose in opening the interdimensional portal and driving the Hollows to launch an invasion? The Soul Society will not stand idly by!"

Ishida Uryu silently drew back his Spirit Bow, the bowstring brimming with highly compressed Spirit Arrows, pointing at Aizen. His senses were locked onto the Hogyoku; the energy fluctuations emanating from it made even the Quincy blood within him feel threatened.

Aizen gently pushed up his glasses, ignoring the weapon pointed at him, and his gaze swept over a corner of the battlefield below, which had been briefly halted by the appearance of the outsider. There, an Adjuchas, who had just been thrown into chaos by the impact of the memory fragments, had a struggling light flashing in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a strange compassion and a chilling insight into the truth:

"Soul Society? Rukia, Ichigo, and Uryu, do you really understand the 'order' you uphold?"

He took a step forward, and the invisible pressure seemed to make the entire Plain of Bones sink a little.

"What do you think the Spirit King is? Is he the great will that maintains the balance of the three realms? Is he a supreme god?"

Aizen's voice was like a cold carving knife, cutting through their preconceived notions.

"Wrong! Utterly wrong! The Soul King is nothing more than a 'wedge' created by the progenitors of the Soul Society's nobles to solidify their own rule and maintain that rigid and corrupt cycle of reincarnation! A pitiful prisoner who has been permanently imprisoned, stripped of all will and power, and exists merely as a 'pillar' of the world!"

"what?!"

Rukia gasped in shock, her face turning deathly pale.

This revolutionary statement exploded in her mind like a thunderclap.

As the adopted daughter of the Kuchiki family, she was well aware of the sacred status of the Soul King in the Soul Society's belief system, and Aizen's accusations were simply outrageous!

Ichigo's eyes widened as well: "A prisoner? How is that possible!"

Although he was dissatisfied with the bureaucratic style of Soul Society, he never questioned the existence of the Soul King.

"absurd!"

"Ishida Uryu said coldly, but his grip on the Spirit Bow tightened unconsciously," he said.

The thousand-year feud between the Quincy clan and the Shinigami made him not entirely without doubt about the "truth" of Soul Society.

"absurd?"

Aizen chuckled softly, his voice filled with endless mockery.