From the prototype, immortal

The Soul King slowly unfolded his teachings to the lost in a detached manner.

His movements were gentle and solemn.

The Soul King stood, and the soul wings of light surrounding him were like thousands of stars, which were not only an ode to the order of the universe, but also a concrete manifestation of his profound understanding and compassion for all things in the world.

These light wings swayed gently, and every flicker contained the power to change the world. They were not only a symbol of power, but also a transmitter of wisdom and love, leading lost souls to find their way home.

The Soul King looked at the once brilliant but lost strong man in front of him, Youhabach, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

True redemption is not a simple destruction and rebirth, but to make the other party realize his mistakes from the bottom of his heart, so that he voluntarily embarked on the right path.

So, he slowly raised his right hand, and the seemingly gentle wave actually contained the purest spiritual power and endless wisdom between heaven and earth, forming an irresistible torrent of power, which went straight to Youhabach.

His punch contained the supreme power and strength of fist. It was both a challenge to Youhabach and a redemption for him.

He chose the most direct and profound way of education - to conquer people with force and to change people with heart.

By beating Youhabach, he redeemed himself!

Youhabach was standing in front of the Soul King at this moment, his eyes full of disbelief and fear.

He had never thought that his power, which was once regarded as invincible, was so fragile in front of the Soul King. As the Soul King's punch was thrown, time seemed to freeze and space trembled.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the void was distorted and the stars dimmed, as if even the basic laws of the universe were shaken at this moment.

Under this irresistible force, Youhabach's body shattered like fragile porcelain, turned into dots of light, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

Power, the most primitive and magnificent existence in the universe, is boiling at an almost crazy rhythm.

It is both a precursor to destruction and a prelude to rebirth. Between endless collapse and expansion, it interprets the most profound mysteries of the universe.

"The weak ask why the world is like this, but the strong say how the world should be."

Only through absolute power can one impose one's will on reality and create a cosmic order that conforms to one's ideal.

He turned his head and looked at Yhwach, who had turned into fragments of nothingness, without any pity or regret in his eyes.

In Aizen's view, Yhwach's failure was nothing but the inevitable result of his own lack of strength and weak will.

A truly strong person will not complain about the injustice of the world, but will use his own hands to change it all.

Aizen challenged the Soul King in an almost crazy manner.

There was fanaticism and determination in Aizen's eyes. He firmly believed that the strong should shape the world with their own will, and any obstacles would be ruthlessly destroyed.

He took a slow step, and each step was accompanied by the distortion of space and the boiling of spiritual power. It was a display of power beyond the norm, which made people feel awe involuntarily.

"I agree with that, so I decided to use my fists to beat the world and make it what I want it to be."

The Soul King, as the supreme being that maintains the balance of the world, has unfathomable power, but at this moment, in Aizen's eyes, He is just a clay embryo waiting to be molded, waiting for him to carve a brand new appearance with his fists.

After saying that, he seemed like a giant from ancient times, and his majestic momentum was enough to change the world.

At this moment, his figure seemed to merge with the chaos around him, becoming both blurred and clear, revealing a breath beyond the mundane.

Aizen slowly raised his right arm, and the muscle lines on his arm were smooth and full of explosive power, as if every blood vessel contained enough power to shake the world.

His fists were clenched, and a slight explosion sounded between his knuckles, which was a sign that the power was about to explode.

Then, Aizen stretched out his figure and rushed towards the Soul King like an arrow from a string, so fast that even light could hardly capture its trajectory.

When Aizen's fist finally collided with the seemingly impeccable defense of the Soul King, the entire void trembled.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and space twisted into shocking cracks.

Each of Aizen's punches was not only a physical collision, but also a battle of spirit and will.

Under Aizen's fierce attack, the Soul King's originally calm expression finally fluctuated.

He felt unprecedented pressure, a tremor from the depths of his soul, forcing him to face the challenger in front of him.

However, the Soul King is the key to maintaining the balance of the world after all, and his power should not be underestimated.

He slowly opened his arms, and a vast and boundless power surged from his body, forming a fierce confrontation with Aizen's power.

"Lord Soul King, you have witnessed the changes of countless eras and the rise and fall of countless lives. But today, you will witness with your own eyes how a strong man uses his power to beat the world into what he wants."

As the words fell, Aizen's figure swelled again, and his power reached an unprecedented peak at this moment.

His fist was no longer something that could be carried by a simple flesh and blood body, but it condensed the purest power and will in the universe, as if it could penetrate all obstacles and rewrite all rules.

He threw a punch fiercely, and wherever the fist passed, space was distorted and time seemed to stop.

This punch is not only a physical destruction, but also a crushing of the spirit and will.

The Soul King felt unprecedented pressure. He seemed to see a brand new universe slowly taking shape under Aizen's fist. It was a world dominated by Aizen's will, a cruel universe where the strong are respected and the weak are preyed upon by the strong.

However, the Soul King is, after all, an existence that maintains the balance of the world. He possesses power and wisdom beyond ordinary people.

Facing Aizen's crazy attack, he did not choose to escape or resist, but silently competed with Aizen's power in a more profound way.

In the eyes of the Soul King, every punch of Aizen was like the falling of stars in the universe, both magnificent and tragic.

But he also saw the loneliness and desire deep in Aizen's heart, which was a pursuit of absolute power and a yearning for a perfect world.

The Soul King understood that the reason why Aizen was so crazy was precisely because of his deep obsession and desire for perfection in his heart.

"What a pathetic child."

Spirit King regards all beings in the Three Realms as his own children. Strictly speaking, there is no kinship relationship, but it is undeniable that the Three Realms were born because of him, so the title of the Father of All Beings in the Three Realms is well-deserved.