Synopsis: the Great Conspirator

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　　After spending a few days at the True Spiritual Art Institute, getting used to the school life here, and formulating the next course of action, Aizen set out to find Dongxian.

　　Aizen found his future subordinates in front of a cemetery in the outskirts of the East Eighth District of Soul Society.

　　In the light rain, the blind man stood alone.

　　There was an aura of despair all over him, and Aizen instantly determined his identity without needing to recognize it.

　　"Want to change the world?"

　　Aizen walked to the tomb, squatted down, and placed a bunch of flowers in front of the tomb.

　　"How is it possible to do such a thing."

　　Dong Xian wanted to say in a low voice, yes, he hated this rotten and depraved world, and he wanted to avenge the death of his friend.

　　However, if Dongxian still has self-knowledge, how difficult it is to change the world with his own power.

　　Dongxian wants to think now, just to avenge the death of his friend, how many he can kill, as for justice and change the world, he is powerless.

　　"If you can't do it and don't do it, then the world will never change."

　　Lan Ran's tone was calm and authentic, not bewitching, not deceiving, but telling his ideas in a frank manner.

　　This is indeed the purpose of Aizen, which was determined at the beginning of time travel.

　　In the original book, Aizen was unknown in order to enter the True Spiritual Art Institute.

　　But today's Aizen has only one goal to come here.

　　"Your name is?"

　　Dong Xian wanted to tremble, but he could feel the determination and confidence in Aizen's tone.

　　He thought of the ugly faces of the nobles, and the justice that his friends longed for.

　　He clenched his fists, and there was an uncontrollable impulse in his heart.

　　"Aizen Sousuke."

　　Aizen smiled and said, it seems that Dongxian has been shaken.

　　"Why do you want me to believe what you said?"

　　Dongxian couldn't help but said, to change the world, the first thing he will face is the almost invincible Jingling Court. No one has ever dared to do such a thing.

　　"I won't force you to agree with me, everything is up to you."

　　Aizen's voice became higher and higher, with a strong and indomitable confidence:

　　"Enter the thirteenth team of the Guardian and become the god of death. After you understand the power of the god of death and the truth of this world, decide whether you want to follow me."

　　Aizen's figure melted into the dark night.

　　Dong Xian wanted to stand on the spot, think for a long time, and pull up the shallow beating on the ground.

　　Dongxian wanted to inject his own spiritual power into the knife, and the shallow hit immediately resonated with it.

　　This is the relic of his friend, which should have been buried with him.

　　However, Tōsen is about to change his mind. He wants to inherit his friend's Zanpakutō and execute the unfinished justice.

　　"Maybe this man isn't talking nonsense, he can get our justice."

　　"I want to follow him and see what the new world looks like, what do you think?"

　　When Dong Xian wanted to finish his words, a dazzling light erupted from the light, and it evolved into a sharp Zanpakutō.

　　Qingchong, Dongxian wanted to know the name of this Zanpakutō at this moment.

　　"Looks like you agree."

　　Dongxian was going to stand in front of the tomb all night, chat with friends all night, and the next morning, he went to the Zhenyang Spiritual Art Institute to report.

　　……

　　It didn't take Aizen much effort to subdue what Tōsen wanted.

　　It is almost impossible for such a person with unshakable beliefs to be brainwashed.

　　The only reason he follows Aizen is because he agrees with Aizen from the bottom of his heart.

　　After entering the True Central Spiritual Art Institute, Dongxian has to practice hard while implementing Aizen's many plans.

　　Soon, he became a capable person under Aizen, and Aizen could gradually hand over many things to him.

　　Aizen, on the other hand, spends more energy on cultivation, constantly improving his own strength.

　　……

　　"Here, is the Yexu Palace?"

　　Two years later, in the virtual circle, Aizen took a leisurely step and came to a place called Yexu Palace.

　　As the palace of the ruler of the virtual circle, the Yexu Palace is even more desolate than Aizen imagined.

　　At best, it is just a piled up empty hall, without any beauty at all.

　　Aizen understands a little, why did he in the original book rebuild the Yexu Palace, there is no way to live in such a place.

　　"Is there a god of death?"

　　"Stop them!"

　　Several Daxu with a height of more than ten meters found Aizen.

　　The strength of each of them must surpass that of Kirian-level Daxu.

　　After all, this is equivalent to the palace of the virtual circle, which gathers the top combat power of the virtual circle.

　　"Unbelievable!"

　　The Zanpakutō in Dong Xian Yao's hand swiped with extreme speed, and the two Daxu fell into a pool of blood.

　　The talent itself is not weak, coupled with the assiduous practice and occasional advice from Aizen.

　　Today's Dong Xian Yao has mastered the solution and has the strength of the captain of Jingling Court.

　　"Yes, there is no need to kill. The purpose of our trip is not to kill."

　　Aizen smiled and commanded, looking around, landing on the skeleton-shaped body in the center of the hall, on the throne.

　　This skeleton-shaped phantom, whose power is far superior to any other present, should be the master of the phantom circle, Balegang.

　　"Death, come forward and let the old man take a look."

　　On the throne, Bailegang was not in a hurry. It was the first time he saw the god of death who could come to Yexu Palace, and he couldn't help but be a little interested.

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　　note:

　　In the setting, the Zanpakuto that Tosen wanted was inherited from his friend.

　　But if it is an awakened Zanpakutō, after the owner dies, the Zanpakutō will also disappear.

　　Therefore, the Zanpakutō that Tōsen wants to inherit should be in a shallow state.

Chapter 4 The Beginning

　　"The king of the virtual circle, how arrogant."

　　As Aizen spoke, she slowly pulled out Jinghua Shuiyue from her waist.

　　"Pulling out the Zanpakutō, are you ready to attack the old man? It's stupid, the old man is the master of the virtual circle, a god, a little death, and also wants to shoot at the old man? Naive, too naive, hahahahahaha..."

　　Balegang laughed wantonly on the throne. In his opinion, the gods of death are all ants-like beings, and they are not worth mentioning at all. The act of wielding a knife at himself is no different from suicide.

　　The dozens of Daxu around also laughed, catering to Balegang and laughing at Aizen's stupidity.

　　"No, I have already said that the purpose of my trip is not to kill."

　　Aizen said with a smile, she had no plans to release Jinghua Shuiyue.

　　Instead, he injected his own spiritual pressure into the Zanpakutō, and the blade of Kyoka Suizuki gradually turned light blue.

　　"Is that to show your loyalty to the old man by offering your Zanpakutō?"

　　Balegang squinted and looked at Aizen, his skull-shaped five fingers beating on the throne, teasing.

　　He has ruled the virtual circle all the year round, and he has never met an opponent, and his life has become more and more boring.

　　Bailegang wanted Aizen to shoot at him and add a little fun to this boring life.

　　"You're half right, I do have something for you, but it's not my Zanpakutō."

　　Aizen whispered, and the light blue light on the Zanpakutō finally saturated.

　　Aizen's Reiatsu and Bengyu's power reached a balance point.

　　An aura that was similar to the god of death, similar to all powers, but different, erupted from Aizen's Zanpakutō.

　　"This is--"

　　Bailegang's expression froze, and he felt a tinge of desire from Aizen's Zanpakutō.

　　His spiritual pressure, which has not improved for hundreds of years, has reached the bottleneck of the limit, and at this moment, it is a little loose.

　　"You should know about it, about the broken face."

　　Aizen smiled and said, and the mirror flower in his hand swept over gently.

　　The attack that was almost impossible to catch pierced through the bodies of the three big virtuals.

　　The three big virtuals did not die. On the contrary, after absorbing Aizen's attack, their spiritual pressure began to skyrocket rapidly.

　　The mask, which symbolizes the void, is broken, revealing a human-like face.

　　Their strength condensed a sword similar to Zanpakutō, hanging from their waists.

　　Their strength has evolved to a new dimension in an instant.