Chapter 356: Too Slow

"Eternal night, long night, come here

Just show your face and have a drink before you leave

Drink it, and you'll lose your life

The path of the dead, flourishing flowers also bloom

Where are the delicacies, stained dark

Split into eight, dark flames

Darkly burning, gnawing once

The remaining, pale bones

Set as a tombstone, mourning for you

I hope in your next life you'll never

Become a sacrifice for us..."

During H'el's speech, the True Name Monk had already swung his Ichimonji, blackening everything within the area.

This entire region had become a domain of black, even the fifteen hundred worlds in the sky were enveloped.

It was dense, black to the point of being eerie.

H'el stood tall, no longer restrained by Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

Compared to Yamamoto, feeling these bizarre rules was more important to him, even though with only fifteen hundred worlds left, his calculations and computations had significantly declined, unable to fully grasp the deeper reasons behind the True Name Monk's blackening of all matter and renaming.

But even if he were to die the next moment, experiencing this 'black' rule would be an immense gain.

All the colors on H'el were grimly dyed black, this black carried a chilling and eerie aura. H'el, using all his strength to calculate and compute, still couldn't fathom the myriad fundamental particle reasons and rules that constituted this black.

It wasn't merely a product of spirit particles or spiritual pressure.

The True Name Monk produced a black bowl in his hand, gulped down some black ink, continued chanting a spell, and energetically drew a formation on the ground.

Upon completion, the True Name Monk took a bow, positioning his Ichimonji behind him, and extended his five fingers toward H'el and uttered some words.

Suddenly, this blackened area began to sprout black mausoleums and gravestones from the ground, extending from both sides of H'el.

Powerful, tearing forces emanated from all the blackened objects.

H'el felt his flesh deconstructing from the surface black into the inner black, as if infected by a rapidly spreading disease, starting from the skin, infiltrating the genetic spiral of his body, tearing apart all spirit particle structures, disintegrating the original spirit particles into more microscopic entities.

H'el stood firm, savoring the sensation. His body seemed to emit black dust and sand, dispersing like Thanos snapping his fingers, gradually disintegrating.

The fifteen hundred black spheres in the sky also began to disperse like black dust and sand, revealing the structures within: some coalescing into supercomputers, others forming formidable brains, some spinning into black hole vortices, others into galaxy-like thoughts. Various cosmic explosions were being simulated and repeated, now revealing themselves one by one. Without the protection of the black spheres, they quickly disintegrated, dispersing into a vast sea of spirit particle energy in the sky.

"Such a terrifying ability." H'el mused. His legs had completely disintegrated, his entire body like black dust and sand dispersing. Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, who had been holding H'el's foot, pressed heavily onto the ground the moment H'el's foot disintegrated.

Before he could even exclaim, H'el's figure completely dispersed along with the disintegration, vanishing before the True Name Monk's eyes.

The black spheres in the sky had also entirely transformed into black dust and sand, scattered by the wind, leaving behind a vast sea of spirit particle energy in the sky, being absorbed by the barrier and transferred outside.

The True Name Monk breathed a sigh of relief. This sudden imbalance in the Soul Society had finally been resolved.

Crawling on the ground, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni relaxed his body, endless exhaustion washing over him. He began to close his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the barrier, Unohana Retsu, Jushiro Ukitake, Shunsui Kyoraku, Yoruichi Shihōin, and others saw that the True Name Monk had dealt with H'el. Their nervous hearts began to relax.

This child who had caused imbalance in the Soul Society had finally been dealt with. Upon careful consideration, H'el's battle record was truly shocking.

Kyōraku Shunsui, Kigenjō Kenpachi, Hirako Shinji, Rojuro Otoribashi and the other captains of the Divisions were defeated in an instant. The most unbelievable was that Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, the strongest captain of the Gotei 13, had also been miserably defeated by H'el.

He could be considered the strongest figure in the Soul Society.

The crowd nervously looked at the vast sea of spirit energy within the barrier.

Even though most of the spirit energy had been consumed by Yamamoto, there still remained a sea-like expanse of spirit energy. The sheer quantity of spirit energy was truly terrifying.

No wonder he was so arrogant, nearly sweeping through the Seireitei with his own strength.

If it weren't for the True Name Monk's bizarre Zanpakutō ability—first directly halving H'el's power, greatly reducing his computational ability; then, not being able to keep up with the True Name Monk's skill speed; not directly nullifying the True Name Monk's abilities; and coupled with H'el's arrogance and overconfidence—H'el wouldn't have been defeated so disastrously.

From a distance, Aizen Sōsuke gazed at the scene, his black-framed glasses reflecting calm eyes.

No one knew H'el better than he did.

If he were only this strong, how could he be his own nemesis?

Ichimaru Gin's smiling face seemed unchanged.

Suddenly!

"He's not dead yet!" Urahara Kisuke glanced at the Hell Gate above the Seireitei. The Hell Gate was still active. Sensing that the barrier couldn't absorb the spirit particles within, his expression darkened drastically as he shouted angrily.

Outside the barrier, Unohana Retsu, Ukitake, Shunsui Kyoraku, and Yoruichi Shihōin's faces hardened.

The True Name Monk's expression changed drastically.

Suddenly, as if the clouds were shifting, the vast sea of spirit particles left by the fifteen hundred worlds began to stir, crazily converging into one place. Each particle meticulously began to arrange H'el's skeletal structure.

In an instant, H'el's skeleton was formed by spirit energy. The spirit energy entirely infiltrated his bones, beginning to generate blood.

"Your black transmission speed is too slow, not faster than my thoughts." H'el's skeletal head's mouth opened and closed, making sounds as he spoke of his ability to resurrect:

"The transmission of consciousness occurs at the speed of light. My consciousness transferring to a spirit particle is instantaneous.

You... are too slow."

On H'el's skeletal body, internal organs began to weave together, blood flowed as it should, muscles formed, and fibers interlaced.

The True Name Monk, his expression now visibly changed, upon seeing H'el reappear, immediately charged forward with his Ichimonji, shouting angrily:

"Bankai: Shirafude Ichimonji!"

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