A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 483 476. Xuan Hao: I almost thought I was dead~
In the east, west, north and south directions of the wall, there are four gates named 'Bai Dao', 'Qing Liu', 'Hei Leng' and 'Zhu Wa', each of which is said to have a door handle.

'Menfan', to put it bluntly, is the doorman.

'Yuanzishu' is in the area behind this wall, but it seems a bit difficult to get inside.

Because to enter the door, the guard needs to open the door, and the guard who can handle the four important gates is naturally a powerful 'Reaper'.

boom--

The huge bang almost alarmed the entire Seireitei.

Along with the city wall, there was a stalwart figure that fell between Ruhun Street and Seireitei.

After the smoke dissipated, the figure slowly revealed its true face.

His standing posture is almost comparable to that of 'Daxu', and his head protrudes higher than the towering city wall. He has a burly figure, and his muscles with a rough sound seem to be full of strength.

"Did... something happen?"

Some newly promoted Grim Reapers seemed to have never experienced such a situation and raised questions.

"Hasn't the 'Xu' that appeared just now been killed by Captain Unohana?"

"Could it be that the Quincy Master broke into the Soul Realm?"

"How is it possible? Although there seems to be some signs, isn't the war not yet started?"

"Someone probably wants to come in from Liuhun Street."

People in the know looked at the top of the head protruding from the white wall, and probably guessed the reason, "But it's really rare..."

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"Hey big guy, can you let me in?"

On a clear afternoon, in front of the gate of the 'Bai Dao' on the west side of the Lingbi, a youthful figure raised his head and asked.

"It's been a long time..."

A muffled voice came from above.

The figure sat down slowly, like a giant Buddha standing in front of the door that Xuan Hao wanted to enter.

"How many years has it been? How many years has it been since no one dared to break into Seireitei?"

The towering figure slowly looked down at the person in front of him and asked slowly.

"Boy, who are you? Report your name."

"Before asking someone else, you should give your name first."

The boy-like figure was not afraid of the terrifying giant in front of him, looked straight into the other's eyes, and said slowly.

"Forehead……"

The big man rubbed his head, not knowing why, he felt that what this person said made sense, "My name is Jin'emon, and I am the guardian of the 'White Way'."

"My name is Xuan Hao."

Xuan Hao nodded in satisfaction, and continued, "Also... I never said that I would force my way in, I just asked to see if I could get in."

"Forehead……"

Kin'emon seemed a little stunned.

"Are you joking?"

"No, I just wanted to pass by here. You jumped out to block the way, okay?"

Xuan Hao spread his hands to indicate that he was not malicious.

After all, he didn't even bring a weapon, so what malice could he have?

After all, he seemed to be here to join them, and it didn't look too good if they fought.

"This……"

Kin'emon scratched his head, "You seem to make sense..."

He carefully looked at the young figure in front of him.

There was no alarm sounded in the Seiling Court, and no 'Brigade of Misfortune' appeared recently. The person in front of him was a bit dirty and had no spiritual pressure. From his aura, he was not a Quincy Master, but just an ordinary soul.

"So what are you here for?"

"Become the god of death."

Xuan Hao replied naturally.

"Only by... you?"

Kin'emon took a closer look, and it was obvious that he was just an ordinary little boy...

But according to the procedure, he still had to ask the right questions.

"Then... do you have any referrals?"

"Referrer?"

Xuan Hao was confused.

Good guy, is it so realistic? Is it possible that being a god of death has to rely on relationships?
"Or... a clearance order?"

Jin'emon saw the doubt on Xuan Hao's face, and changed another condition.

"No. What to do?"

Xuan Hao asked.

"Ah this..."

Kin'emon was a little embarrassed, with an expression that it was difficult for me to do things for you because you have nothing.

"Ugh……"

Xuan Hao sighed, originally he didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

But it seems that talking well is not going to work, right?
If you think about it carefully, it should indeed be like this.

After all, the world of corpses and souls is a world with strict social hierarchy.

Most of the gods of death here are 'noble' born.

For example, the nobles headed by the Kuchiki family and the Sifengin family were born in the 'Seireitei' and spent their entire lives in the spirit world.

They were born noble, born with powerful spiritual power.

Because these nobles were born with excellent 'spiritual power' aptitude, it is only natural for them to enter the 'Yuanzi School' to study and become death gods after graduation.

But what about ordinary people?
Ordinary souls, if they want to change their fate, they can only rely on "luck". If they are lucky, they have excellent "aptitude". If they are lucky, they will be valued by a certain family. In order to become the god of death.

It's called 'luck' at best, or "fate" at worst.

Very real, right?It seems that everything is doomed from birth.

"This is really...disgusting."

Xuan Hao suddenly sneered.

"I am not an aristocrat, have no referees, and of course no pass"

"Then I'm sorry kid... I can't open the door for you."

Kin'emon shook his head regretfully.

"Then you can step aside, I will open the door myself."

Xuan Hao said it as a matter of course.

"Boy, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Kin'emon frowned.

He now suspects that this kid is here to make trouble.

"Do you think I'm joking with you?"

Xuan Hao's voice suddenly became indifferent.

"Big guy..."

Kin'emon was stunned.

Because the aura of this person suddenly changed, he saw the other person suddenly smiled, it was obviously a friendly smile, but it made his hair stand on end.

"I think you have a good attitude, I'll give you a chance..."

The other party said so.

"what chance?"

Jin Weimen began to break out in cold sweat, a little puzzled.

"Step aside!"

An overwhelming sense of oppression descended instantly.

Kin'emon saw golden pupils that he had never seen before, and the dazzling light seemed to penetrate his soul, making him unable to move.

At this moment, he seemed to feel that he was not in the world of corpses and souls, but was dragged into the real "hell". As a god of death, he would be afraid of "hell"?
No, he found that what he was afraid of was not hell, but the person in front of him. This figure that should have been extremely small in front of him had suddenly become eclipsed, and those golden pupils flowing with lava seemed to be in the sky. As hot as the hot sun, this figure seems to be the only one in the world at this moment.

"I hate when people look down on me."

When he came back to his senses, Kin'emon found that he was lying on the ground for some reason, and the man passed by his head just now, cast a cold glance at himself, and went straight to the gate of 'Bai Dao'.

"what on earth is it?"

Kin'emon has some doubts about life.

He couldn't understand what was going on with the scene he saw just now.

Could it be '卍解'?That's not right, he can't feel spiritual pressure from this guy at all!No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary soul!Not even Zanpakuto!How could it be possible for him to be intimidated as the god of death?
Could it be that this guy used some method to hide the spiritual pressure! ?
Thinking of this, Kin'emon is going to try his hand to test the depth of the man in front of him.

Accompanied by the shaking of the ground, his huge body climbed up.

At the same time, he pulled out the handle of the knife at his waist, and a high-pitched dragon roar came from nowhere.

"Reveal, Azure Dragon!"

"Oh?"

Sensing the movement behind him, Xuan Hao turned his head in doubt.

He saw a flash of blue light, and then a ten-meter-long giant blade appeared in Jinweimen's hand, and the phantom of the green dragon lingered on it.

"Zanpakuto? Interesting."

Facing the giant blade that was slashing head-on, he turned around with a smile and stretched out his hand.

Is this guy crazy?
This was the only thought in Kin'emon's mind.

This person in front of him actually wanted to catch his Zanpakuto with his bare hands?What a joke! ?

"call--"

The howling wind stopped abruptly.

"!?"

Kin'emon was stunned.

The most unbelievable scene happened before his eyes.

This guy he couldn't see through actually caught his blade with his bare hands, and this force...

"you……"

Tried several times to pull the giant blade out of that seemingly small palm, but failed.

The strength of this person was so strong that he couldn't believe it.

"Sneak attack from behind, is this the style of your god of death?"

Xuan Hao pinched the blade expressionlessly and questioned.

"I……"

Kin'emon felt a sudden chill.

He couldn't understand what was going on with the man in front of him.

The person in front of him can catch his slash with his bare hands, how much difference in strength should there be between them to be able to do it so easily! ?

How could a soul that wasn't even a god of death be so powerful?This is unreasonable!
"call……"

Gently opening the blade in his hand, Xuan Hao looked at his palm, and there was no scar.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, it's so dangerous, so dangerous, I almost thought I was going to die."

Xuan Hao said something seriously.

He was not joking.You must know that this is the world of corpses and souls. He knows that his strong point is the body, but everything here is made of spirit particles, and there is no such concept as a flesh and blood body.

In fact, what even Xuanhao himself doesn't know is that his soul has already become extremely strong between "life and death" countless times, coupled with the two powers of "destruction" and "creation", although he can't help it Complete control, but these two forces have always passively protected his soul, and perhaps nothing in this world can hurt or affect him.

But even so, these words still sounded more like sarcasm to Kin'emon's ears.

But sarcasm is sarcasm, what can Kin'emon do?At this moment, he didn't dare to act rashly at all, because as long as he has a little IQ, after seeing the opponent easily take over his Zanpakuto, he should know that he is not an opponent.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Although most of the gods of death are 'nobles' who were originally born in Seireitei, there are so many souls coming to Ruhun Street every day, and there will always be a few monsters after a long time, and this person in front of him is obviously one of them.

"Hey, big guy, what's the name of that trick you just did? Could it be 'Shijie'?"

Xuan Hao asked with interest after confirming that there was nothing unusual about him.

"Um...it is indeed..."

Kin'emon was at a loss when asked.

Because the man in front of him didn't seem to be angry because of the sneak attack on him just now, and he didn't have any killing intent on him, he was just purely curious.

But this made him very unacceptable.

You must know that although he is a gatekeeper, in order to carry the gate of 'Bai Dao', his strength is one of the few gods of death, and he even mastered 'Shijie'.

The most outrageous thing is that the Shijie he is so proud of is now easily blocked by a soul from Liuhun Street with his bare hands. Is this reasonable?

"Do you want to continue?"

Not caring what the big guy in front of him was thinking, Xuan Hao rubbed his fists and asked excitedly, "I don't mind if you want to practice with me."

He is not used to the body made of spirit particles. It should be said that he is very confused by the power system of this world. Perhaps the previous few worlds are using the tyrannical physical body to solve problems. Although he has studied the soul a little, he still Some can't figure it out.

Now that he can't use his strongest physical body, he can only use his soul power to make him feel a little aggrieved, as if he has nowhere to use his strength.

The second reason why he wanted to become the god of death besides the convenience of action was because he was very interested in the cultivation method of the god of death. After all, he had to focus on the key points in doing things.

"I... just forget it?"

Kin'emon was in a dilemma.

He found that he couldn't beat the guy in front of him, but his duty was to guard the door from a guy like this, would it be bad if he opened the door?

Want to call someone?Kin'emon hesitated.To be honest, he didn't know how to deal with the guy in front of him.

Because this person is neither a wanted 'Brigade of Misfortune' nor an enemy of the Soul Realm, and he has no record of doing any heinous things.

At least Kin'emon feels like he's doing something wrong right now.

After all, this person in front of him has been very polite from the beginning, and he is reasonable in everything. He is even willing to open the door without bothering the guard.

He swears it's not because he's afraid that he thinks this way, these are the facts.

"Okay then," Xuan Hao put down his hands a little bored, "Then I'll open the door myself?"

"You...you please..."

Kin'emon scratched his head and stood aside in embarrassment.

"rise--"

Accompanied by a light shout, under Kin'emon's dumbfounded gaze, the man in front of him lifted the huge heavy door effortlessly with one hand.

No one knows the weight of this door better than Kin'emon. An ordinary god of death can't lift it at all!Even for him who is so tall and proud of his strength to lift him, he has to use all his strength.

(End of this chapter)