Chapter 303: Targeted

With a heavy, magnetic chant that even Aizen's glasses couldn't mask, his eyes gleamed with wild arrogance.

A dense, almost crushing pressure filled the environment, causing the air to thicken and solidify.

H'el, sitting on the dark steel seat, couldn't help but show a slight smile, his calm eyes displaying a sense of appreciative understanding.

Layers of space, like frames in a movie, were pressed out, resembling thin, overlapping crystal walls. The sight appeared as countless transparent crystals stacking upon one another, distorting the view.

In the midst of these overlapping spaces, H'el's true form became visible, sitting calmly on his dark steel throne, looking at Aizen.

Though he appeared within reach, the layered space prevented anyone from touching him.

Under the immense pressure of Aizen's "Hado #90: Kurohitsugi," the layers trembled and cracked, as if the air itself had fissures. Yet, H'el effortlessly repaired and restructured these spaces to resist Aizen's spiritual pressure and the Kurohitsugi's impact.

"It's not enough. Your spiritual pressure and the pressure from your Kurohitsugi alone can't fully distort space to make me appear completely," H'el said calmly from the other side of the space layers. "If this is all you have, then you can only look up at me."

He sat within the dark steel seat, with the densely layered spaces making him appear like a distorted image viewed through countless water surfaces.

Hearing this, Aizen laughed heartily, "Not enough? Too bad my Hogyoku isn't complete yet. Otherwise, just my spiritual pressure combined with a fully incanted Kurohitsugi would generate gravitational distortions that would render your shikai useless."

"But even now, you can't escape from me. The gap between us, even with such a unique shikai, cannot be bridged!" Aizen continued to smile.

Around them, black membranes began to rise, intensifying the gravity and solidifying the overlapping spaces. The black membranes acted like dark stickers, completely trapping H'el and Aizen within.

Suddenly, the area fell silent.

Only the towering, skyscraper-like Kurohitsugi stood tall, along with the Hell Gate opening in the sky above.

Inside the Kurohitsugi.

Amidst the overlapping spaces, H'el's brow twitched as he felt his senses begin to alter, sending back convoluted signals of what he perceived.

"Kyoka Suigetsu has been activated, hasn't it?" H'el said softly, realizing his vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch were being manipulated, delivering abnormal information.

He couldn't dispel these abnormalities.

His perception of appearance, form, mass, texture, and smell was now under Aizen's control.

Nothing was definitively real or fake.

"What a terrifying Zanpakuto ability," H'el murmured softly in awe.

Such a Zanpakuto ability, even affecting such precise control of spirit energy, is indeed terrifying.

But to H'el, it didn't matter.

Although all his senses were manipulated, his Zanpakuto—Sekai(Universe)—remained under his control.

So far, the situation hadn't changed.

"The word 'terrifying' should be used to describe you," Aizen laughed, rejecting the derogatory term H'el had applied to him.

In terms of terror, nothing could be more terrifying than someone who wanted to create Heaven.

Aizen merely thought the empty throne of Heaven was to be filled by him, to stand at the pinnacle and become Heaven.

But H'el was creating Heaven itself.

In fact, both of them were among the top figures in Soul Society, their mutual respect and disdain both justified and unattainable by others.

"Controlling your five senses is just a means to locate you." Aizen admitted to H'el.

There was no need to hide it any longer.

Now that H'el knew he was under Kyoka Suigetsu's influence, he would constantly question the reality of Aizen's words and actions, needing no further deception from Aizen.

He would self-destruct in his endless doubts.

"Black and white net! Twenty-two bridges, sixty-six crowns, footprints, distant thunder, peaks, return to the earth, nightfall, sea of clouds, azure sequence, fill the great circle, head straight to the sky! Bakudo #77: Tenteikura!"

Within the confines of the Kurohitsugi, Aizen smiled as he chanted, watching the faint silhouette of H'el through the dense layers of space.

Bakudo #77: Tenteikura is not typically used in combat, as it serves more for communication, treating a Shinigami as a relay station to send messages quickly across distances.

Its purpose is to search for and transmit information about multiple targets' locations using spiritual pressure.

In this situation, Aizen was not trying to locate H'el's spiritual pressure but to pinpoint H'el's physical position, now under Kyoka Suigetsu's control.

Tenteikura spread like a breeze, weaving through the layers of space, undulating like a spirit snake to find H'el's location.

At this moment, H'el, with his senses under Kyoka Suigetsu's control, did not perceive the waves of Tenteikura.

However, he still controlled the Sekai, receiving feedback from space and detecting subtle spirit energy waves.

Since H'el had never encountered Tenteikura before, he didn't understand its function, only recognizing it as a searching, locking wave that was closing in on his spatial layer.

Without hesitation, H'el attempted to isolate the wave using his spatial layers.

But it was too late.

"I've found you, H'el."

Aizen swiftly used Shunpo, moving within a range of thirty meters. His eyes, gleaming behind his glasses, gazed down with a smile at the seemingly empty air in front of him. He raised his Zanpakuto and slashed downward with force.

Layers of space shattered under the massive spiritual pressure carried by Aizen's sword.

A streak of light moved through the spatial layers like a fish in a stream, gliding like light.

"It's useless. I've already locked onto you."

The light streak kept moving through the layers of space, flickering within the dark environment of Kurohitsugi. Each time it flickered to a new position, Aizen, smiling, would look down and slash with his Zanpakuto.

The area seemed filled with countless flickering images of Aizen and the streak of light.

"This is why I used Kurohitsugi."

Aizen halted, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He raised his Zanpakuto high and slashed into the void.

Suddenly, from the walls of the dark coffin, countless black blades emerged, stabbing in all directions, piercing every part of the Kurohitsugi.

*Crash, crash, crash...*

Numerous spatial layers shattered audibly.

H'el was forced out, his vision suddenly filled with Aizen's form. Aizen slashed diagonally, cutting H'el into two pieces, blood spraying as H'el fell downward.

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