Chapter 394 - 198: The Divine King Descends, Genryusai Yamamoto’s Persistence! (Part 2)

Chapter 394: Chapter 198: The Divine King Descends, Genryusai Yamamoto’s Persistence! (Part 2)

Wait. Aizen’s pupils suddenly contracted as a dusty memory flashed through his mind.

Back when he was still an instructor at the Shin’o Academy, he had seen a legend comprising just a few words in an ancient forbidden book.

"Before the Soul King divided the three realms, a deity descended to the world, clad in golden armor, scorning the flow of time. His divine might awed world. With a single thought, space and time would suddenly halt. He assisted the Soul King, created Shinigamis and Hollows, established the division of the three realms, created the cycle of the sun and moon, and supported the rotation of the universe. His name was the Divine King."

"The Divine King?"

Aizen muttered to himself, his fingertips lightly tapping the hilt of his sword. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a self-deprecating smile as he slowly shook his head.

"Unlikely... That is nothing but a mythological legend from ancient times. How could it truly exist?"

Aizen’s subordinates, sensing Alex’s powerful aura, also trembled inwardly.

Gin Ichimaru’s signature fox-like smile froze for a moment.

Kaname Tosen gripped the hilt of his Zanpakuto tightly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The Espada, especially the highly perceptive Ulquiorra and Starrk, also felt an unprecedented threat from the bottom of their hearts, as if they were facing their natural enemy.

Alex looked around. His pitch-black eyes swept over the fake streets and buildings, instantly seeing through the fact that this was not the real Karakura Town.

A massive amount of Reishi was firmly sealed by a barrier. Outside the barrier, he could see numerous figures wearing the uniforms of the Department of Research and Development doing their utmost to maintain the seal, continuously pouring their Spiritual Pressure into the barrier.

Alex frowned slightly. He had just extricated himself from the massive quagmire of the chaotic war of the gods in the Saint Seiya world, and right now, he only wanted to reach the Soul King Palace as quickly as possible to rescue Ade.

He had no interest in getting dragged into another battle.

Moreover, if Aizen successfully created the Oken, it might actually be of some help in rescuing Ade.

Alex tried to sense the space, preparing to directly tear open the spatial barrier and leave. However, he discovered that this replica of Karakura Town was enveloped by a multi-layered barrier that was extremely powerful and contained complex rules. Its strength was not inferior to some of the law barriers in the Underworld; forcing a breakthrough would trigger a violent upheaval.

It might even expose the real Karakura Town outside the barrier. With the Shinigami Captains and the Espada engaged in war, the mere shockwaves of their battle would be enough to kill all the humans in Karakura Town.

Sweeping his gaze across the battlefield, Alex’s eyes finally landed on a bald old man.

The old man wore a white haori, the words "Captain-Commander" on his back exceptionally eye-catching. Leaning on a pitch-black tachi, he stood quietly at the edge of the battlefield. His white facial hair fluttered without any wind, and the aura surrounding him was majestic and ancient, as if he had merged into one with this battlefield.

He was none other than the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

Alex’s voice was flat and calm, carrying a penetrating power that pierced through all the Spiritual Pressure and clamor, transmitting clearly into Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto’s ears.

"Release the spatial barrier."

Having lived for a millennium, Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto, as the oldest Shinigami, had naturally heard the records in the Soul King legends regarding that Divine King teacher.

But in his eyes, that was nothing more than a myth fabricated by the ancients. Freezing time, establishing the three realms, dividing the sun and moon—even he, the strongest Shinigami, could not achieve such feats. How could such an existence possibly be in this world?

He narrowed his old eyes slightly, a trace of firm resolve flashing in his clouded gaze. The hand holding his tachi remained completely still.

"Apologies, guest. It is absolutely impossible to release the barrier at this moment."

He paused, his tone as steady as a mountain.

"If you have no intention of participating in this battle, then stand behind me. I can guarantee your safety."

"Heh..."

Alex let out a low chuckle, his voice carrying an indescribable sense of melancholy.

From the games played by the gods in the Saint Seiya world to the factional struggles of the Bleach world today, the conflicts in the mortal realm had never ceased. Yet, all of this was nothing but fleeting dust in the long river of time.

A few thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, and his legend in this world had already been forgotten by all living beings.

It seemed it was time to let the world know just what kind of terrifying existence the former teacher of the Soul King truly was!