Ichibe Hyosube's head finally came to a stop in the muddy pool of blood.
The headless body of the ancient Shinigami who had named all things in the Soul Society continued to bleed, staining the surrounding white jade fragments crimson.
Before this terrifying scene, Uchiha Tobirama slowly lowered his right hand. The purple-white Sage light around his fingertips dissipated like smoke.
There was not even a trace of excitement on his handsome, cold face.
It was as though he had merely brushed aside an annoying fly.
Yet that complete calmness was far more terrifying to the two surviving female members of the Zero Division than any threat of death.
"Gulp..."
Hikifune Kirio, the Grain King, swallowed with difficulty.
The immense terror of standing on the brink of death caused the vast reserves of reishi within her body to burn rapidly.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss—"
White steam rose from her body.
Her normally plump figure began shrinking at an astonishing speed as the reishi and accumulated reserves sustaining it were rapidly consumed.
When the steam finally dispersed, the woman standing there was no longer the plump figure who had fought alongside the Zero Division.
Kirio had returned to her natural form.
Her purple hair flowed down like a waterfall, and her mature features were exceptionally beautiful.
Yet there was no trace of confidence in her expression.
Her face was pale, and her legs trembled beneath her.
She could barely remain standing, much less think about escaping.
Compared with Kirio's despair, Shutara Senjumaru remained relatively composed.
Her rational mind desperately searched for a way out.
"Escape..."
"I have to escape from this monster who defies all common sense!"
Senjumaru bit down hard on her tongue, using the pain to suppress the fear rising within her.
The six mechanical arms behind her suddenly accelerated.
"Ultimate Embroidery: Void-Cutting Brocade!"
Countless golden threads erupted from her mechanical fingertips.
They were so fine that they could barely be seen, yet they possessed enough cutting power to slice through enormous structures.
Rather than attacking Tobirama, the threads pierced directly into the space before her.
Relying on her extraordinary weaving abilities, Senjumaru treated the Laws of space itself as though they were fabric.
She rapidly stitched together a hidden dimensional rift.
Beyond it lay a space outside the Three Realms.
If she could enter that rift, she would be able to hide between dimensions and escape this nightmare.
Whoosh!
Senjumaru moved without hesitation.
Half her body had already entered the golden spatial rift.
"Playing with space in front of an absolute controller?"
A cold, mocking voice suddenly sounded beside her.
Before Senjumaru could disappear completely, Tobirama did not even move from his position.
He merely raised his right hand and reached toward the closing rift.
Snap!
His fingers caught one of the golden threads maintaining the dimensional passage.
"What?!"
Senjumaru's pupils contracted.
Half her body was still inside the Void Realm.
"Get back here."
Tobirama's wrist suddenly tightened.
An overwhelming force surged through the slender golden thread, ignoring both spatial resistance and the Laws governing the dimensional passage.
Rip————!!!
The dimensional rift Senjumaru had painstakingly woven together was violently torn apart like a piece of cloth.
"Ah!"
Senjumaru was pulled backward from the Void Realm.
Before she could react, an irresistible force dragged her directly toward Tobirama.
She crashed into his chest.
The impact left her momentarily stunned.
She immediately attempted to struggle free, only to find Tobirama's arm firmly holding her in place.
"You run quite fast."
Tobirama looked down at her.
"Unfortunately, you chose the wrong place to weave your web."
Senjumaru's body stiffened.
The moment she met those Tenseigan eyes, a chill ran through her Soul.
"Let go..."
Her voice was barely audible.
Then the six black tomoe within Tobirama's eyes began rotating.
He had no interest in wasting time overpowering someone whose will had already begun to collapse.
As a supreme emperor who had crossed countless worlds, Tobirama preferred to directly alter the opponent's consciousness.
"Kotoamatsukami."
BOOM!!!
Two crimson lights pierced directly into the eyes of Shutara Senjumaru and Hikifune Kirio.
The terrifying genjutsu immediately invaded their consciousness.
The memories and beliefs that had defined them as members of the Zero Division were overwhelmed.
Their loyalty to the Soul King.
Their pride in the Royal Guard.
Their confidence in the authority of the Zero Division.
Everything was forcibly rewritten beneath Kotoamatsukami's overwhelming power.
Within moments, the resistance in Senjumaru's eyes disappeared.
When her gaze finally regained focus, the hostility and defiance were gone.
"Master..."
Her voice was quiet.
The woman who had desperately attempted to escape moments earlier now stood obediently before Tobirama.
Kirio likewise ceased resisting.
The two surviving members of the Zero Division had been completely subdued.
"Quite sensible."
Tobirama released Senjumaru and allowed her and Kirio to move aside.
The two women joined the others behind him.
By now, every obstacle standing in Tobirama's path had either been defeated or subdued.
He slowly turned his gaze toward the deepest part of the ruins.
There stood a magnificent hall.
Although half-destroyed, it still emitted an ancient and oppressive Spiritual Pressure.
The Soul King Palace.
"Let's go."
Tobirama placed his hands behind his back.
"Let's see what kind of unsightly existence this so-called 'Creator God' is—the being you were all willing to serve until death."
He walked toward the grand hall.
The women followed closely behind.
"Bang!"
The massive entrance, covered in intricate sealing inscriptions, stood before him.
Tobirama didn't bother reaching for it.
He simply kicked the door.
The enormous door flew from its hinges and crashed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
The interior of the hall was finally revealed.
It was vast and silent.
There was none of the magnificence or solemn grandeur one might expect from the dwelling of a supreme god.
At the center of the hall floated an enormous crystal, translucent like amber.
And inside it—
A horrifying humanoid figure was sealed.
A frail, pale-skinned man.
His eyes were wide open, but there were no ordinary pupils within them.
Instead, four strange cross-shaped patterns slowly rotated inside his eyes.
Most disturbing of all—
The being known as the Soul King had neither arms nor legs.
He was little more than a human torso, his severed body suspended inside the crystal and connected to thick tubes filled with flowing reishi.
There was no visible breath.
No consciousness.
The Soul King simply existed as a living vessel, continuously releasing the enormous Origin power that maintained the balance of the Three Realms.
The Soul Society.
The Human World.
Hueco Mundo.
"Is this the highest object of faith in the Shinigami world?"
Tobirama approached the enormous crystal.
There was no reverence in his eyes.
Only contempt.
"A Creator God possessing the original power of The Almighty was betrayed by the ancestors of the Five Great Noble Clans he created."
"His limbs were severed, his body mutilated, and he was sealed like an exhibit inside this ridiculous crystal."
Tobirama's voice echoed throughout the empty hall.
"Neither alive nor dead."
"Without freedom."
"Reduced to a living source of power by his own creations so they could maintain the distorted balance of this world."
He slowly clenched his right fist.
A terrifying force compressed within his knuckles.
"This rotten system built upon betrayal and cruelty..."
"This so-called balance..."
"Today, I'll destroy it completely!"
He had no intention of hesitating.
He had no concern for what might happen to the Three Realms if the balance collapsed.
According to Tobirama's principles, any rule he disliked could be shattered.
Any world he rejected could be remade.
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
His fist slammed into the enormous crystal.
The pure physical force behind the attack was powerful enough to tear through the boundaries of the Universe.
Crack!
Crack, crack, crack!
Countless cracks instantly spread across the supposedly indestructible Soul King Seal.
The crystal had endured for countless ages.
Even Yhwach had needed enormous effort to absorb what lay within.
Yet before Tobirama's fist—
It shattered.
Bang!!!
The crystal exploded into countless fragments of shimmering light.
The mutilated body of the Soul King was exposed.
Then—
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz————!!!
An immense and chaotic Origin power erupted from the Soul King's body.
It was so vast that it surpassed the combined power of the Shinigami, Hollows, and Quincy.
Like an exploding supernova, the primal force surged uncontrollably through the palace.
It contained no single attribute.
It encompassed the fundamental concepts of life and death.
Creation and destruction.
The floor of the hall began dissolving beneath its pressure.
Even the sky above the Soul Society became stained with chaotic light.
The Three Realms began moving toward genuine collapse as the Soul King's Origin poured out without restraint.
"Such terrifying Spiritual Pressure..."
"The world is going to be destroyed!"
Tier Harribel and the others struggled to remain standing within the violent energy storm.
Despair appeared in their eyes.
Yet Tobirama stood calmly at the center of the storm.
There was not even a trace of panic on his face.
Instead, he slowly spread his arms.
The chaotic Origin power that could have instantly overwhelmed an ordinary Captain-level Shinigami surged toward him.
Tobirama allowed it to wash over his body.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"This is the biggest feast I've been waiting for."
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