Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The deafening roar of the raging thunderclap was followed by a burst of lightning that struck Gosuke with pinpoint accuracy, sending him flying.

The figure blasted a hole solidly in the wall, sending countless fragments falling down.

"As long as the power decreases, the spiritual pressure doesn't decrease, isn't that enough?"

Naraku Sora blew away the lingering gunpowder smoke from his fingertips and glanced at the location of the pit.

The air was thick with the smell of burning, and the air was thick with the odor of acrid burning.

Amidst the rising smoke, Gosuke stepped out, large patches of charred blackening appearing on his outer haori, and some barely perceptible cracks on his arms.

Under the influence of spiritual pressure, he returned to normal in an instant.

Although Shinigami cannot possess the super-fast regeneration abilities of Hollows, they still have a physiological mechanism that links their life force to their spiritual pressure.

The reflux system used for treatment was created based on this principle.

Medical professionals typically inject their spiritual pressure into the injured person's body to assist in the recovery of their spiritual pressure. In addition, by performing appropriate healing rituals, they can achieve a therapeutic effect.

Generally speaking, Captain Death possesses a healing technique that can restore simple injuries.

The Five Helpers are clearly not an exception.

"As a rising star, his abilities are surprisingly comprehensive."

"Besides his amazing swordsmanship, even his demonic arts are incredibly advanced."

"Given more time to grow, he might just become the next Captain-Commander Yamamoto."

"However, I will not give you that chance. The master's plan must succeed, and then we will become the strongest beings in Soul Society."

"All I need to do is kill you, then kill Jushiro Ukitake, seize the power that doesn't belong to him, and bring the original cycle to a standstill once again."

Without any hesitation, the moment he gripped the hilt of the knife, he spun his body, unleashing a masterful instant step, covering a distance of tens of meters in an instant, the cold blade light rising like a full moon.

The air groaned under the strain, and waves of air churned on both sides of the blade.

bass--

Naraku Sora parried with his sword, and as their blades clashed, a violent burst of power erupted.

After a brief standoff, he was completely overwhelmed by Gosuke, and the ground beneath his feet began to crumble.

The collision, though instantaneous, contained an extremely terrifying power.

As the battle between the two intensified, Jushiro Ukitake on the other side was also busy.

As he stood at the edge of the Ghost Path barrier, attempting to open a crack to transmit the situation of Yuqian Hall to the outside world, another figure appeared, interrupting his actions.

"Tsunayashiro Taketori..."

Staring at the white-haired old man who suddenly appeared within the spiritual pressure range, Jushiro Ukitake recognized him.

"It's really you."

"You stirred up the Seireitei, wreaked havoc in the Soul Society, and caused your Zanpakuto to rebel. What was the purpose of all these crimes you painstakingly committed?"

Tsuna glanced at him calmly and said indifferently:

"Of course, it's to reclaim what belongs to Tsunayoshiro."

"The Three Realms should have belonged to us, but because of the First Ancestor's momentary mercy, he distributed that power, creating one miracle after another that should not have occurred."

"For example, you."

Jushiro Ukitake frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something, and subconsciously placed his hand on his chest.

"Aren't you afraid of being found out by the teacher?"

"Yamamoto Shigekuni? Zhi Zeng Xiao Er."

Tsunayoshi Taketori shook his head and chuckled, "Since I was going to target his disciple, I naturally made ample preparations. By the time Yamamoto Shigekuni returned to Soul Society, everything would have been over."

"Your fate has already been decided; accept this established fact."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jushiro Ukitake's pupils contracted sharply.

The shadow beneath Tsuna's feet stretched and expanded infinitely, quickly covering the entire Yuqian Hall, and endless darkness surged down like a flood bursting its banks.

A touch of silvery white emerged from the darkness, as radiant as the first rays of dawn in the night.

Tsuna's movements on behalf of Taketori were so fast they were like a phantom. The unsheathed blade drew a cold arc and instantly arrived beside Ukitake Jushiro's neck.

Just as he was about to be decapitated, Jushiro Ukitake raised his hand.

Suddenly, the two child figures that were still in the corner of the room disappeared and reappeared in his hand as Zanpakuto.

The hilt of the sword, held in reverse, was positioned precisely against the trajectory of Tsuna's slash.

Where the blades meet, brilliant sparks fly!

Jushiro Ukitake's eyes were full of determination.

Despite the limitations imposed by the surrounding darkness, it was impossible to discern the exact location of Tsunayoshiro Taketori.

However, thanks to his keen intuition, he still sensed the other party's chilling killing intent.

"You will never succeed in taking the bamboo shoot."

"All the flowing waves become my shield, all the lightning becomes my blade."

"The Pisces principle!"

A powerful spiritual pressure descended upon Tsunayoshi Taketori like a tidal wave.

The air trembled violently!

However, what shocked Jushiro Ukitake was that the old man, who looked as old as Yamamoto, was in no way inferior to him in terms of spiritual pressure.

Even stronger!

As the head of one of the five noble families, he should have been living a life of luxury, but instead, he secretly cultivated such formidable strength...

Jushiro Ukitake's ominous premonition grew stronger.

Seemingly sensing his thoughts, Tsunayoshi chuckled softly:

"We have been striving for a thousand years for Tsunayoshiro's ultimate goal."

"This amount of spiritual pressure is nothing more than a negligible part of the problem."

"Lord Fukitake, be careful."

The blade shone brightly, bursting forth like an ocean.

On the other side, in the courtyard.

Gosuke looked at Naraku Sora opposite him with some annoyance.

I have never seen or heard of such a formidable opponent among the Grim Reapers.

Whether it's swordsmanship, demonic arts, or even the Hakuda Shunpo, there's not a single weakness to be found. He's like a hedgehog covered in thorns, impossible to attack.

His Zanpakuto is called Kuji.

His abilities are so strong that they are extremely rare even in the Soul Society.

Previously, it was unable to unleash its true power due to the limitations of its own spiritual pressure, but after receiving help from Tsunayoshi Taketori, it was able to truly demonstrate its terrifying power.

Its power is essentially eight negative states: birth, old age, sickness, death, separation from loved ones, encountering those one hates, not getting what one wants, and the burning of the five aggregates. It is applied to the enemy individually through the coverage of spiritual pressure.

Weakened strength, reduced speed, sluggish reactions, weakened spiritual pressure, and deterioration of the five senses, etc.

An enemy can only have one negative status at a time.

This is a limitation of the initial solution.

Even so, with its amplified spiritual pressure, it was still able to overpower all the captains.

People like Takeda Satoru are no match for him.

However, the current battle has reached a stalemate.

No matter which negative state he uses, it seems unable to affect Naraku Sora.

It's as if the Zanpakuto's power has failed.

Unconvinced, Gosuke immediately took advantage of a lull in the attack to inflict a "sickness" attack on himself. The severe decline in his physical functions caused him to be instantly sent flying by Naraku's air strike.

It drew a near-perfect parabola in the air and crashed hard into the demonic barrier, almost impossible to pry off.

"Damn it..."

Gosuke struggled to his feet, looking at the opposite side with resentment, seemingly unwilling to accept this fact.

Despite putting in so much effort and sacrifice, his own strength still cannot match the title of "Kenpachi".

It seems that everything he did was just a waste of time.

"I am Kenpachi!"

"Solution—"

"The Wheel of Eight Sufferings!"

A dazzling pillar of spiritual pressure shot into the sky, and an overwhelming pressure instantly covered the entire battlefield.

A massive, phantom eight-section roulette wheel hovered above Gosuke's head, each section carved with a twisted, pained face, so grotesque that it sent chills down one's spine.

The moment the chilling spiritual pressure enveloped Naruto, all the negative effects he had previously endured came crashing down upon him.

My body felt as if it were wearing a layer of frosted iron armor, and even lifting a single finger required tremendous effort.

Even releasing an equivalent amount of spiritual pressure is still not enough to counteract this suffocating pressure.

Spiritual energy is stagnant, and the five senses are deteriorating.

A blazing inferno erupted from the spiritual pressure, its endless radiance instantly illuminating the darkness of the desolation, like a radiant sun rising from the horizon.

It radiates endless light and heat.

At the moment of initial liberation, the effects of the eight sufferings were reduced slightly, but a heavy pressure still fell on the body, making it difficult for Naraku to adapt.

Gosuke seemed to realize this as well, and with a sinister grin, he gripped the hilt of his sword and charged straight at them.

Slash!

Naraku raised his sword to block, but felt an unimaginable impact on his arms, and was sent flying dozens of meters backward.