A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 508 501. All things are turned into ashes

"Roar, Seven Kills, Break the Army, Greedy Wolf!"

A faint light flickered on the broken three-part sword, and soon the three-part Zanpakutō turned into three blades that looked complete but were still decayed.

Sha Po Lang, this is the real name of this Zanpakutō, symbolizing the three stars of Qisha, Po Jun and Tan Lang.

Before, Shiba Jinbei only knew the name of Tanlang, so his 'Swastika interpretation' was just like Abarai Renji's first swastika interpretation in the original "Bleach", which was actually incomplete.

Before, he was running away like a lone wolf, but now, he finally found two other stars in the boundless night. And at this moment the true interpretation of swastika was completed.

This is his true "Swastika", killing and breaking the army seven times as claws, greedy wolves as teeth - killing and breaking the wolf.

With the completion of the swastika, a trace of clarity returned to Shiba Jinhara's originally scarlet eyes.

The three blades that still looked rotten were fixed by his hands and mouth respectively, and his body no longer had the armor to protect his body like the previous false swastika.

Because defense is not necessary for him now. Only those who are afraid of death need bulky armor, and real warriors are never afraid of death.

"This explosion is inevitable."

Seeing the palm that was completely condensed with violent spiritual pressure grabbing towards him, as if to assimilate himself into a part of the explosive energy, Shiba Jinbe felt extremely calm.

"Since we can't stop it, let's find a way to minimize the damage."

His brain was running wildly for a moment, thinking about how to minimize the damage to Soul Society from this battle, even if the cost was his life.

"Okay, it's time to carry out your duties as a Shinigami to the end."

What is the ‘god of death’.

They are not so-called gods. They are essentially a group of human souls with extremely high concentration of souls and abilities far beyond ordinary people. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. From the moment they choose to be named the 'God of Death', they must shoulder their responsibilities. It is the duty to protect mankind, guide and evolve out-of-control souls (hollows), and maintain the balanced operation of the world.

And such existences often have another name in the eyes of ordinary people - 'hero'.

But how many people actually implement this belief to the end?

Shiba Jinbei didn't know it, but now he wanted to be such a person.

The enemy in front of him didn't know how much spiritual pressure he had collected. Once this spiritual pressure exploded, the entire Seireitei and even the Rukongai outside the Seireitei might not be spared.

It seemed that his wish to revive the family could not be realized, but it didn't matter anymore. He just wanted to protect everything behind him now.

boom--

Huge palms clawed at the ground, filled with smoke.

Ferlando squeezed it hard in his hand, crushing the land into pieces, but he didn't feel that he had pinched the God of Death just now.

When he reacted, he saw Shiba Jinbei's figure rushing out of the smoke at an extremely fast speed, all the way up his arm.

"Give up, you loser. With that broken knife, no matter how hard you try, you can't bring the Shiba family back to its former glory."

"Look, you can't even do the swastika. Letting you be the captain really gives you face."

"Stop struggling, you can't win, not to mention Captain Unohana, which of the other three heads of families can you keep up with?"

The sarcastic voices lingered in Shiha Jinbei's ears one after another.

"I already know I can't keep up with those guys."

Shiba Jinbei dragged his body covered in blood and sprinted upward along the giant's arm. The wanton spiritual pressure on his body seemed to be dyed scarlet due to the bright red blood.

"It's so noisy. I already knew about this kind of thing!"

He has been listening to these words since he was a child, and his ears are almost getting calluses.

"But what I want to do is none of your business!"

"Although you have been pretending to be lazy and indifferent, you actually care more about gossip than anyone else, right?" Xuan Hao once asked him such a question.

Shiba Jinbe never dreamed that someone he had just met would see through his true thoughts, but in fact this was the case.

But these things don't matter now.

"There's nothing wrong with that. People always have to live for something."

The man did not deny him, but told him so.

"But such a thing is definitely not given to you by others. You don't seem to know yourself well enough? Think about it carefully. When you find the goal, then implement it to the end. Everything else can be abandoned, as long as in the end - It’s enough to reach the desired end point.”

"That's nice to say..."

There was a wry smile on the corner of Shiba Jinbei's blood-stained mouth.

"But what exactly do I want?"

Reviving the family? To surpass those who often compare themselves to those guys who can stand and talk without back pain?

No, it doesn't seem to be the case. These things seem to be just struggles in response to those ridicules. Generally speaking, they are just simple dissatisfaction.

It would be nice if I wasn't born into a so-called 'noble' family, especially one of the 'Four Nobles'.

In this way, you can probably throw away the shackles of the family. There will be no boring ridicule, and there will be no need to compare yourself with anyone.

Shiba Jinbei had thought like that countless times.

He had also imagined that if it was really what he thought, his life would be completely different.

"Jinbei, you are so powerful, you can actually become the God of Death."

"It's amazing, Shijie. You can actually complete Shijie with this broken knife."

"What? You actually became the captain!? You are really promising!"

His family and friends would probably be proud of him.

But every time he fantasizes like this, he doesn't feel that he would be very happy if it all came true.

"After all...why do I care so much about those gossips?"

Shiba Jinbei asked himself this.

Later, when he looked at himself from the perspective of a bystander like Xuan Hao, he found the answer.

Sensitivity, suspicion, and lack of self-confidence are his weaknesses.

Always caring about other people's opinions shows that he lacks a clear understanding of himself.

The world is very complex, and the most complex thing is the human heart.

As long as he is alive, there will always be people who think of him in one way or another.

The difference is that some have good intentions and some are just trying to stab people in the back.

"How ridiculous!"

After figuring everything out, Shiba Jinbei smiled.

He finally understood the meaning of his life.

Just like he always did, he was just imagining it for himself.

It's just that he couldn't put aside the rights and wrongs after all. Even if he pretended not to care, he would still take into account the opinions of others.

But none of that matters now.

Because there is no audience here anymore, no matter what he does, no one will know, no matter whether he succeeds or fails, no one will judge.

No one can laugh at him anymore, and no one needs to praise him.

He fights only by his own will, proud and free.

"It's time to wrap things up, big guy!"

It was like a wolf breaking free from the shackles around its neck, re-sharpening its claws, and preparing to climb to the top again.

The rust gradually receded from the Zanpakuto, and the thin blade looked fragile but was actually extremely sharp.

At this moment, Shiba Jinbei has completely given up on defense, and all the burdens he once had can no longer slow him down, so his speed at this moment is even a little faster than before he was injured.

As if in response to his strong obsession, the three sharp blades made a high-pitched fighting sound.

"Tear him apart, greedy wolf!"

"Destroy him, Pojun!"

The 'greedy wolf' in his left hand stabbed hard into the giant's arm.

Shiba Jinbei ran all the way, his figure as vigorous as a wild beast attacking from the arms to everywhere on the giant's body.

Perhaps because he became too huge and his spiritual pressure was too violent and uncontrollable, Ferlando was unable to do anything to this guy who was jumping up and down on him.

The sharp blade carved marks on the giant's limbs and neck.

"Click——"

There was a clear cracking sound, and the blade of 'Greedy Wolf' shattered.

And at this moment, the ability engraved in it also started to tear apart.

In an instant, the giant's huge body was torn into six parts.

"Click——"

There was another crisp cracking sound.

The blade of the 'Pojun' blade in his right hand was also broken. The ability of this blade was also very simple - destruction.

Fine cracks like spider webs gradually spread on the giant's broken arms, legs, head and torso. Then the next moment, except for the overly huge torso, the rest of the parts instantly shattered into fragments of energy blocks and scattered in the air.

"This is the end."

Shiba Jinbei bit down hard.

"Click——"

The blade of the last knife began to crack.

"Erase him, kill him seven times!"

In an instant, murderous intent enveloped the entire sky.

Shiba Jinbei's spiritual pressure instantly locked onto all the fragments scattered in the air.

The blade instantly shattered into countless fang-like fragments, then turned into a sharp stream of light and bit into the fragments scattered in the air.

The ability of this knife is also very simple - erase.

What he was doing now was just like what he usually did, breaking down the body, destroying it, and then cleaning it up.

It's just that the object being processed this time is a bit large.

"damn it……"

Shiba Jinbei complained as he started to fall from mid-air.

He has done everything he can do.

The giant's limbs and head have been cut into pieces by him, and part of the violent spiritual power has been divided into countless small spiritual children under the power of his Zanpakutō. Even if it explodes, it will not pose much threat.

But the most important, largest and most energy-storing part of the torso has still not been completely dealt with because it is too big.

Of course, the giant with only its trunk left cannot continue to move, nor can it continue to absorb the power of others. It can only slowly fall from the air, but the huge body that exudes increasingly dazzling light of violent spiritual power is completely like a falling body. There is only one result for a nuclear bomb dropped in the Seireitei—explosion.

But Shiba Jinbei no longer has the ability to stop what is coming.

He had tried his best to weaken the power of the explosion, and then seemed to have no choice but to resign himself to fate.

White light gradually enveloped him, and the explosion seemed to be coming soon, but a faint smile appeared on the face of the falling Shiba Jinbei.

"I won, big guy."

"The proud son of heaven, the city wall made of iron, dragons moving, roaring, tigers roaring, wolves running, cutting off the heaven and earth before collapse, the eighty-one of the bound road - breaking the sky!"

Magnificent chants rang out over the Seireitei.

The eleven captains of the Gotei 13 who rushed to the scene stood up out of thin air.

They all stretched out their hands and chanted the same mantra.

Eleven huge light walls formed a polyhedron and fixed the falling giant's torso in mid-air.

Light overflows from the polyhedron, and the torso that condenses violent spiritual power is like a dazzling ball of light like the sun, which may explode at any time.

"Thanks to you for holding on till now."

A slightly apologetic voice sounded, and his old arms caught the falling Shiba Jinbei.

"Old man, you are finally here."

Shiba Jinbei looked at the serious face of Yamamoto Genryanagi Shigekuni, speechless.

"The Seireitei is not the only place that has been invaded."

Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni sighed, "There are different numbers of Quincy invasions from the royal family and Rukongai, and it took us a lot of time to deal with them."

"oh."

In response, Shiba Jinbe could only roll his eyes helplessly.

"But it's okay now."

Saying that, Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni placed Shiha Jinbei on the ground and jumped into the air.

He held the cane in front of him and stood in the air.

The old hand tightly grasped the end of the wooden crutch that was also old and decayed.

"Click——"

With the force of the palm, cracks spread on the wood, and then the rotten wood shattered. What was displayed in front of everyone was a Zanpakutō that had not seen the light of day for a long time. It is the oldest and strongest fire-type Zanpakutō in the Soul Society. ——The flowing blade is like fire.

Although it had been sealed for a long time, the sharp blade still shone with a faint light. As the Zanpakutō appeared, the surrounding air instantly became hot.

But in fact, this Zanpakutō hasn't even been 'initiated' yet.

"Everything in the world is turned into ashes, and the blades flow like fire!"

The old man calmly chanted the incantation to free the Zanpakutō, and then slowly waved the blade in his hand.

The blazing flame gradually ignited on the blade.

The air fluctuated violently with the swing of the blade, and flames that seemed to be able to burn everything spurted out from the blade, forming a huge palm that held the ball of light in the distance together with the binding paths used by the other captains.

"Burn the city on fire."

The old man slowly uttered four words and shook his huge flaming palm.

Seeing the old man's actions, all the captains instantly returned to the ground and looked up at the sky.

The scene in front of them gave them the illusion of standing on the top of the sky and looking at the burning clouds so close at hand.

The entire sky seemed to be dyed crimson, and the violent spiritual power was constantly struggling to escape in the flames. The air waves surged wildly, but they were still unable to affect the ground in front of them.

Because the most powerful god of death in the Soul Society swung his sword again, splitting the sky and the ground in half.

After a long time, the violent spiritual pressure was slowly swallowed up by the more violent and hot heat, and finally disappeared into nothingness.